Yeeees...exactly as planned...
Well, not really, I'd hoped to live for at least another day and spew some more flavor-wine. Now it's all up to the rest of my faction to play their cards right.
In particular, if I don't get the Obi-Wan crap I was going for, I shall be sad.
(An exercise for the reader: Can you differentiate between the legitimate mod-flavor, and the total lies that we've put there to cause confusion? :3)
I do feel a little :smug: about some of my interactions up to this point, though - I think in particular, how I was acting around Adam and T1mm was good to keep people guessing about which side I was on (as it can be seen by either side as playing against them)...though evidently I may be false judging by the fact *someone* saw fit to shank me
I'm pleased with the way my role was revealed on death; it allowed for some of the misdirection we've already employed to stay in place, as well as possibly throwing people off on powerspec. I'm also amused that my extensive wall-of-text PMs (something like 1,900 words in my first PM of the night, and it was just the first of many), which I started with "hey, listeners, if you're out there, I'm not even gonna bother censoring or encrypting my PMs, so enjoy" could have potentially fallen into the hands of a listener, even though at least one of them is now dead :>
EDIT: Swallowing the flavor hook, line and sinker when you *know* there was a flavor-controller in the game? I get that you're scum and thus eager to spill more wine, but this should be amusing to watch. *gets out a big ol' tub of popcorn and kicks back*