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Hmm.
Weird number of people voting no lynch and effectively wasting their one use of it, considering that all that was necessary was to pick someone who had no votes on them after we got up to two. Maybe Wintermoot's use of it was practical to really ensure nobody reversed course suddenly.
OTOH probably nobody really thought the consequences through so idk.
At any rate since there's now 4 votes + mine to no lynch, I'm going to preserve my no lynch vote for the future by switching it to Vote: Gerrick for the shiggles.

Just a reminder that there are 24 hours and a few minutes left in this phase.

I willVote: No Lytch as there is no evidence.

Vote: Syraj for deceptively cunning spelling error

To be honest? Just don’t want to waste away my no lynch vote

The first day phase always seems so long......

I willVote: No Lytch as there is no evidence.

Vote: Syraj for deceptively cunning spelling error

To be honest? Just don’t want to waste away my no lytch vote

FTFY

Anyway, so sorry for not being able to keep up that well (probably will be a trend because of finals). I'll Vote: Almonaster for some playful revenge and because I don't want to use my no lynch (lytch?) vote just yet.

In a faraway galaxy known as Wintaros, Kristma is the force that drives the beings that reside there.  An unusual force that can manifest the purest, but also most selfish desires of whoever wields it.  Whether it be easing the most uneasy heart of a comrade, summoning an item to one's presence, moving objects with one's finger, or even seeing the possible futures...the power of Kristma was an infinite pool of possibilities.

It is this power that divided the beings in this galaxy.

For many years, the Jollijieux were architects of Wintaros' future.  They paved the way for an endless utopia, using their gifts to ensure all of those, Kristma-users and non, were happy, peaceful, and content.

But one day, a change hit the tribe.  Seemingly out of nowhere, there were suddenly those that resisted this utopia, one that they saw as suffocating, one that they believed held them back from their true potential. This belief caused a great rift between the tribe, slowly breaking them and splintering them between the Joieux (those that desired more with their power) and the Jolli (those that desired only everlasting peace).  The Joieux began to use their own power to remove the people from what they saw as chains of goodness that tied them down, as the very destiny of the galaxy itself began to take a new shape.

For a time, the Joieux had more control over the universe than could have been imagined.  They began building temples to train new Joieux users, keeping the memories of the once repressive time and vowing to never let it come again.

But a clever Jolli by the name of Niklas Claus began to rise to power.  Coming from what was thought to be out of nowhere, Claus had somehow found himself rising through the ranks at an almost unrealistic speed.  Once being a simple member of the Grand Council, he quickly found himself the leader in mere days, wowing the people with his extraordinary ideas, to even suggesting creating a sort of truce between the Jolli (one idea in which the Joieux masters were highly skeptical of).

Not all of the Joieux masters were convinced of his motivations, however, and sent one of their apprentices, a boy named Merin Noel to keep a close watch on him.  This was made easier, it seemed, since the Grand Councilor had grown quite fond of the boy after he'd broken into a Jolli vessel, and supposedly saved the Grand Councilor after accidentally leaving his captor in a permanent, blissful dreamful sleep.  From that moment, the Grand Councilor had seen something in the boy that he knew he could use.
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"Well? What is your report?" Master Krinkus asked, his gaze focused on a young raven-haired boy standing in the center of the circle of masters. 

"The Grand Councilor seems to know a lot more than he lets us believe." The boy replied, as the deer-faced Master Krinkus rolled his eyes. 

"That much was obvious boy, have you learned what it is he knows?" he asked as he took a hit of his Merrymaker (a bell-shaped glass tube that the Joieux would smoke to relax).

"I haven't yet.  But I believe I'm getting close, sir." The boy answered, as he watched the other masters took out their own Merrymakers.  "Masters...isn't it time that I be allowed a seat amongst you? I believe I'm ready."

The masters could barely contain their laughter at this notion, save for Kel al Kringle...the boy's teacher.  He was about to speak up as another Master, a smaller Penguin-like being named Nooa spoke up instead. "Noot Noot, Noot.  Noot Noot." He said, as master Krinkus nodded.  "Master Nooa is correct.  You're being far too arrogant Merin.  There is still much more you must do if you want a seat in our chambers.  Do not bring this question up again." he replied, as the boy known as Merin bowed in apology.  "Of course, forgive my arrogance, masters."

"Why on Polaria did you do ask something so foolish in front of the masters?  I thought we agreed that it wasn't time yet." Kel al asked as he caught up to Merin in the temple halls.  "I told you that they weren't going to accept you just yet.  They see how you've taken in with the Grand Councilor, and they're worried about your own intentions." he continued.

"My intentions are to uphold the values of the Joieux. Why would they believe I'd jeopardize that?" Merin asked, as Kel al walked up and put his hand on Merin's shoulder. "Look, for now you've got to do what you can to appeal to them.  They see your potential, but they're afraid of the divide they see in you." he started, as he put his other hand on Merin's shoulder and focused his gaze on the boy.  "Prove them wrong.  Go to the Grand Councilor and prove to the masters that you are a Joieux through and through.  Don't give them reason to doubt you." Kel al continued, as Merin nodded.

"If that's what I have to do, then so be it.  What do they want me to do when I'm with him?" Merin asked, as Kel al removed his hands and broke away from him.  "They just want information.  What the councilor is planning, what his end-game is.  Find out what you can when you see him, and any information you can get will help your case in getting a seat as a master." Kel al replied.

Merin nodded as he left the temple via the Heat Wave: a quick bullet-train with no tracks that looked like a blazing inferno from a distance when it ran.  His destination was clear: he would head to the Polaria Theater where the Grand Councilor waited for him.  But what he would do with his next visit was unclear...as was the thoughts of his own heart.

Elsewhere, a pocket of resistance against the growing Jolli forces had made their way to a hidden base on the planet of Tundar.  Even though the Joieux still had clear dominion, it was becoming obvious that someone powerful was leading the Jolli forces, which had proven relentless in their attacks.  There was rumor that some of the Jolli Lords themselves had infiltrated the Joieux ranks, converting people from the inside.

Today, the troops were having an emergency meeting, where some of the Joieux masters had gathered after hearing a troubling transmission from one of the resistance scouts.

"What's the situation?" master Krinkus had asked as he made his way into the frozen base.  "Master Krinkus, it seems like the Jolli forces are building something massive, but we have no idea what it is."  the resistance soldier replied, as Krinkus seemed puzzled.  "And...you didn't think to just destroy whatever it was?" he asked, as the soldier looked to another soldier nearby, who spoke this time.  "We tried to, sir.  But whatever they're building, they've got the whole area protected by a barrier of pure Kristma."

"It figures." another voice replied as Krinkus turned to see the walrus-form of master Hollen make his way into the room.  "How long ago did you make this discovery?" Hollen asked, as the soldier seemed nervous to give the answer.  "About 5 hours ago...sir." he replied, as Krinkus immediately grabbed the soldier.  "And you didn't think to tell us until now?!" he screamed out as the soldier trembled.  "I-I'm sorry sir! I wanted to, but the Jolli somehow knew where I was! I tried to send out a transmission from there, but they jammed my radio! I was lucky to make it out of there without being made into one of their slaves!" he pleaded, as Krinkus sighed in disgust and let him go.

"It is curious how they knew you'd be there." Hollen stated in a matter-of-fact tone, as Krinkus turned to him.  "Perhaps there's a mole amongst us?" He asked, as Hollen nodded solemnly.  "I wouldn't put it past them if they're infiltrating our other forces.  Who's to say they didn't discover our little rebellion and hide amongst us as well?"  he asked, as he took out a retractable candy-cane shaped scythe and immediately sliced at the pleading soldier.

The soldier was cut in half almost instantly, looking down as his licorice-black ooze-like blood trickled down (as opposed to the cinnamon-red blood of the Jolli), his halves hitting the ground before melting away.  "Wh-what's the meaning of this sir?!" the other soldier asked as Krinkus gave Hollen a look.  "Relax.  If there's a Jolli or more among us, we need to know who it is.  Gather the others, it's time we interrogated the lot of you.  And if you're a Jolli, then you'd better enjoy the taste of the end of our canes." Krinkus replied as the soldier ran off to gather the others.

Back on Polaria, Grand Councilor Claus and Merin sat and watched a performance.  This one was a space opera in a style similar to Romeo and Juliet.  During the performance, an attendant came to the Grand Councilor's seat and whispered in his ear.  He then nodded as the attendant walked away.  "It seems I have something important that's come up.  If you'll excuse me my boy." Claus stated as he walked out of the balcony area.

Merin, unsure of what to think, decided to tail Claus.   They approached the Grand Councilor's office, as Claus looked around suspiciously, and then opened his closet door.  He reached in and pulled out a small metallic box with a red button on the top, as he pressed it.  His clothes immediately changed, as did his very features themselves, and within an instant he looked like what Merin believed was a basic resistance fighter.

Before Merin could say a word, Claus used a Kristma power he'd never seen before (or he had assumed at least it was a Kristma power), disappearing before his very eyes.  Merin made his way into the room, looking at the box that the Claus had left behind.  He pressed the button as Claus did, and he could feel himself changing, though even when his own features changed, it didn't hurt.  Though as he looked in the reflection of a nearby mirror, he could see someone that wasn't him dressed as a resistance fighter looking back at him.  But before he could react to this new look, he felt a strange sensation pulling at him...and the room began to disappear before his very eyes, only to be replaced by the cold feel and the barren look of the resistance home base.

But what was the Grand Councilor planning?

He barely had his answer when the resistance fighters had all formed in the main planning room.  They were bickering amongst each other like animals.  There was belief that their ranks were infiltrated (which, they were), and more questions were raised about what the Jolli were building up in space.

This question seemed to hit Merin a little hard.  He had remembered during one of his visits when Grand Councilor Claus had accidentally let slipped that he'd always enjoyed the Merrymakers, and had dreamed of making his own sort of Merrymaker in space.  Claus was fully aware that Merin would piece the connection together easily, but he also knew that Merin's torn feelings would make him unsure of what to do with it.

Sure enough, Merin was lost on what to do with this realization.  The soldiers continued to bicker (much to the Joieux masters displeasure of nothing getting accomplished this way), as Merin continued to try to blend in with little suspicion, waiting to see what Claus' next move would be.

Nobody was killed or converted this phase.

@Syraj @Holiday Mones @Wintermoot @Fortis Scriptor @Gerrick
A reminder that you have chosen to use your No Vote this round, meaning you will have to choose a person for the rest of the game.

@Sapphiron @taulover @Elbbsas @North
A reminder that you didn't vote this phase, and that you need to vote in the next phase to avoid penalty.

Battle Stations everyone! It's time to get out there and fight the Jolli scum!  Kringle Brothers, PM me your choices on who you want to protect this phase, and remember it's only a 50% chance that it'll succeed.

Watcher, PM me your choice on who you want to use your Kringle Sight on this phase.

Emperor Niklas Claus and the Jolli Lords, please PM me with who you'd like to convert this phase.  Remember that by converting them, you're basically robbing them of their free will and making them your blissful puppet, which for some people is like killing them.

And for Apprentice Merin Noel, our Adventurer, a Scenario will be heading your way soon.  This phase will end at 6:30AM PST on Saturday, December 8th.

Oh? Is my vote against Syraj in the day phase not considered?

Oh, my apologies. It slipped through my notice.  You're fine.

As the resistance soldiers continued their arguing, the compound's alarms began to go off.  "An unknown ship has entered our airspace.  I repeat, an unknown ship has entered our airspace." The voice on the intercom stated as the soldiers began hurrying their way outside, the masters casually following behind.

Soldiers at the turrets began to aim their guns at the possible hostile approaching ship as they awaited their orders to fire.  Others waited behind the snowy trenches, their Frostkiller (a cold lethal substance that seeps into the victim's body and freezes them from the inside out) pistols and rifles at the ready.

"Hold your fire!" A commanding voice shouted as Master Rudon, a half-human, half Elfarin (A race of elf-like beings) quickly made his way out of the compound's entrance.

The ship was now in full view, sporting the crest of the Laurentia royal family - the ruling family of the planet of Hyria whom were all devout followers of the Joieux.  Stepping out of the ship was a young lady, Princess Katia de Laurentia, heir to the throne.  The resistance soldiers saluted the approaching princess as she tossed her coat at one of them (who swore that he'd treasure it always).

"My lady, what brings you here?" asked Master Rudon as he quickly made his way to her side.

"I've come to see for myself just what the resistance is up to." Princess Katia responded in a pleasantly calm, yet strangely unnerving tone.  "After all, my father has heard the rumors of what the Jolli are building, so I had to see if it was true." she continued as she made her way into the compound.

"I'm afraid it's true my lady.  We don't know what exactly it is that they're working on, but they're protecting it with a type of Kristma, so it can't be good for us." Master Rudon replied as they made their way into the planning room.

"Or perhaps...it can?" Master Krinkus stated as he and Master Hollen also made their way into the planning room.

"What on Polaria are you babbling about?" Master Hollen asked, as Master Krinkus stepped over to the resistance's holographic viewer.

"A hunch, if you will." Master Krinkus replied, as he looked toward the entrance to the room where the resistance soldier who had sent the transmission from earlier was standing.  "Come down here and tell them what I heard you tell another soldier during that little shouting match earlier." He continued, as the soldier made his way down to the table.

"Well, the only reason I even knew there was a barrier was because I was trying to make out what the Jolli were even building.  It was a strange shape to be sure, but it looked strangely like a bell.  When I tried to get closer, that's when I hit the barrier." the soldier explained, as the masters outside of Krinkus looked confused at the statement.

"A bell? Why on earth would they be building something like that?" Master Hollen asked, as he took out his Merrymaker for a puff.

"I think, Hollen, that you hold the answer in your hands." Master Krinkus replied, as both Hollen and Rudon looked at the Merrymaker in his hand.  "What is the purpose of Merrymakers? To relax us, as a form of instant gratification if you will.  As we all know, the Jollis' main goal is finding a way to subdue us into being their willing servants once more.  Perhaps what they're building is a type of giant Merrymaker for that end." Krinkus explained, as Rudon seemed somewhat unconvinced.

"But how would they even know about Merrymakers? They're something that only the Masters and their select few know about.  The Jolli would have no way of knowing about them." Master Rudon explained, as Hollen thought to himself.

"Isn't one of the select few in our Grand Council?" Hollen asked as Master Rudon seemed confused by that statement.  "Yes, but why would that--" he started, stopping mid-sentence.  "Wait, do you think the Grand Councilor...?"

"That's exactly what I think.  We can't deny that something has felt off about him ever since he first became Grand Councilor, which is why we used the boy to get close to him.  If what we're hearing is correct, Grand Councilor Claus is the only one that would make sense.  He would have complete access to a Merrymaker and its secrets, as well as the resources to pull something like this off." Hollen explained, beginning to take a puff of his own Merrymaker, before realizing what he was doing and throwing it at a wall in disgust, shattering it.

"I mean, I really can't argue with that.  He's always been a bit queer of a character to where I was convinced he had Jolli blood in him.  And with how quickly he's amassed power already, I wouldn't be surprised if he was even a Jolli Lord, let alone one of the more powerful ones." Krinkus replied, as Rudon still seemed somewhat unconvinced.

Princess Katia seemed disturbed, as the masters took notice.  "Lady Katia?" Rudon started, as Princess Katia shook her head.  "No, it's nothing.  I just felt a disturbance." she replied, as the masters looked around with puzzled expressions.  "Strange, I didn't feel anything." Master Krinkus replied.

"Jolli forces are heading toward us!" a resistance soldier shouted as he quickly made his way to the planning room.

"What?! How in Polaria did they escape detection?!" Master Hollen demanded as Master Krinkus seemed unusually calm.  "I think the more pressing question is why we didn't feel their presence, but our Princess did." he stated, as Rudon nodded in agreement.  "Indeed, but now is not the time to ponder over that.  For now, get everyone to their battle stations and prepare to fight!" Rudon ordered as the soldier saluted and made his way out of the station screaming out the master's orders to the soldiers.

One by one, soldiers boarded their ships and took flight as they took to the skies, battling the Jolli forces.  Other soldiers at the turrets fired at the Jolli's Mammoths: frost constructs that shot beams of pure light from their eyes.  If hit by this light, the victim would suffer a similar outcome as if they'd been hit with Winterbliss dust.  The resistance soldiers in turn wore a unique type of goggles that would block out the pure light, firing their own Frostkiller at any soldiers.

Meanwhile, the masters took to the field, fighting off hordes of Jolli Merrymen, making a game out of slicing each of them with their Canes (which, when gripped by a Joieux user would produce a type of blade.  Hollen's being a Scythe, Krinkus' being a pike, and Rudon's being the most unique of the three of them; a cane that split into two and turned into deadly chakrams that would always return to him).

As soldiers and masters alike fought the forces, one particular resistance soldier resisted the call to fight.  This soldier's purpose was unknown from the others, his motives hidden from the sight of the Masters.  Not a normal member of the resistance, Merin Noel had still kept up his disguise throughout the entire affair, finding ways to eavesdrop on many a conversation including the one between the masters and Princess (who had hidden away in the compound, knowing the Jolli's visit was to find her).

Merin was uninterested in taking part in any of the fighting as he explored the base, unsure of what he was looking for.  For some reason, however, it was as if Grand Councilor Claus' voice had reached his thoughts, as he recalled memories of time that he'd spent with Claus.  The goodness of Claus was gnawing at him like a dog, pushing at him, his blood unsure of whether it wanted to be black and thick like tar, or red and sweet like cinnamon.

He could feel himself struggling more as he made his way into one of the compound's quarters, falling to the ground immediately upon entry as he was clutching his chest as if having a heart attack.  "Are you...okay?" a strangely calm voice asked as he looked up to see the Princess looking at him with concern.

Slowly standing up, the urge was becoming too much for him.  Without realizing it, he had grabbed the Princess and subconsciously called forth his Kristma power of light as he touched her.  The Princess had a horrified look on her face as she started to let out a scream, but it was immediately silenced as the light overtook her completely.

As the light disappeared, the Princess' unusual look of pleasant calm yet strange sense of unnerving was replaced, now looking more like a genuine state of peppiness and calm, to an almost unrealistic degree.  It took a moment for Merin to realize what he'd done; he'd turned the Princess herself into what he thought a now unwilling slave for the Jolli.  The Princess, however, simply kept a smile that would never disappear as she nodded gracefully to Merin as she looked to him.

"Thank you, stranger.  Now I am truly free." the Princess stated in a voice as tranquil and pleasant as her own state of mind as she used her Kristma power and produced a mask. "May this protect you in the future.  Now I must take my leave." she continued, as she disappeared in a flash of light.


"This is fighter Al Mo Humbug, I'm pinned down by the Jolli forces!" one of the fighters called out.

"I'm on my way to you Humbug!" another resistance fighter called out.

The pilot known as Al Mo Humbug continued firing his guns at the approaching Jolli, to no avail.  "Dammit, I can't see with these things!" he shouted as he pulled off his goggles.

"Humbug, put those back on this instance!" Another resistance fighter commanded, but his command came too late.

In mere seconds, one of the Mammoths from below shot its beam of light upward as it hit Al Mo Humbug's ship.  In an instant, Al Mo Humbug felt the dark veil in front of him fade away, replaced only by the desire for peace, love and sugarplums as well as the desire to make others feel the same.

"Dammit!" the approaching resistance fire shouted.  "I've got no choice, I'm sorry Al." he added as he fired shots at Al Mo Humbug's ship, blowing it up and killing Al Mo Humbug instantly.

Wintermoot, aka Al Mo Humbug...a simple resistance fighter was converted by the Jolli, and given a mercy killing by his comrade.

The Adventurer chose to explore the base.  By choosing this, they accidentally converted the Princess to the Jolli's side.  But in a stunning turn of events, was given the item of a mask. When used, the mask will give the wearer instant protection for 1 night.  During the next night, along with their scenario, the Adventurer will be given the choice to keep the mask and use it, or give it to another player.

As always, nobody will know who has the mask, nobody can reveal they have the mask, and the mask-holder can't reveal when they've used it.  You just get to be burdened with the knowledge that such a mask now exists, and the Adventurer will be burdened with the task of giving it away, or using it the next night.

On that note, it's back to base for the next Planning Phase! Now that we've lost a good soldier, we need to get together and get a win for the team. 

We'll make a battle plan, and then get ready for the next battle at 8:30AM PST on 12/10/2018.

Until then, let's get voting! The Mizer Mines demands some workers!

Also, @Syraj @Holiday Mones @Wintermoot @Fortis Scriptor @Gerrick Keep in mind that you must vote for a person from now on, as you've used your No Vote.

@taulover @Elbbsas @North Remember to vote this phase, or face the penalty.

Good luck everyone!

Well, we lost Moot. Never a good thing. He will be with us, always.

Anyhoo, I will vote for Doc, seeing as I still don't have a better target. His posts usually contain something worthwhile as a good guy. So far, that just hasn't been the case.

My vote is not set in stone, though.

Also, Pengu, have the Wolves of the game gained an extra member, now?

Also,...Wintermoot...Keep in mind that you must vote for a person from now on, as you've used your No Vote.

Kind of mean to make Wintermoot have to vote when he's been killed off.

Also, Pengu, have the Wolves of the game gained an extra member, now?

Wintermoot, aka Al Mo Humbug...a simple resistance fighter was converted by the Jolli, and given a mercy killing by his comrade.

Which is good, because like Laurentus I too worried that the Jollis would get extra guys. That just seems like it would have been pretty much a guaranteed loss for us.

On to matters of substance.
One, salty that Laurentus is picking on me again (two days! two days in a row!), but I'll treat it as a data point rather than going on the offensive, mostly because he didn't actually bold a vote and so I'm going to pretend I haven't been voted for.
Two, nobody voted 'late' (the latest vote, Hydra's, came in more than 12 hours before Pengu's update, which doesn't really feel like having it squeak in) - so if people are trying to fly under the radar, it'd be the ones who didn't vote at all. That puts Tau and North up on the 'very vague suspicion' list - mostly because both were active on  the forums within the ~48 hours we had. Of the two, North is most suspicious, since he actually posted in this thread within hours of it coming up, but also can't claim inactivity because he posted elsewhere in the forum sometime last night around the time of Hydra's vote.
'But wait', you tell me. 'Elb also didn't vote! Why is she not on this Very Vague Suspicion list, which has now become capitalized for some reason?'
To which I respond with

Welp, considering there's a clear majority of no lynches, I'm going to keep my one-time no lynch vote for the future, and just take an inactivity frowny face this round.

Which is a horrendously poor choice because it has all the visibility of voting, with the suspicion of trying to fly under the radar and risking an inactivity lynch.
It is a perfect confluence of strange-and-thus-suspicious choices that puts her on the Vague Suspicion list (as distinct from the Very Vague Suspicion list, because it's less so).
Well, would, anyway, if I wasn't reasonably sure this is her first game and thus a rookie mistake.

What are my conclusions?
Weel, seeing as this is day two, we voted no lynch yesterday, and we have no information whatsoever because the person killed also voted no lynch, instead of an obvious target we can point at, I have no idea who to lynch. I am beginning to understand why people don't want to vote no lynch day one (or at all!), because of the profound lack of information we have to work with. It's a symptom of analysis paralysis that traps us even deeper in analysis paralysis.
So I'm just going to pick Vote: North and kinda work from there, mostly because I'm making a shitty  'lightning doesn't strike twice' guess that he's unlikely to be a Kringle Bro because he was van Helsing the last game.

In the interest of not editing what is a much longer post than I thought (and thus would be, like, the most suspicious thing ever to edit), I will note that when I quoted Pengu the second time, I neglected to highlight the relevant part, which was 'and given a mercy killing by his comrade', which suggested he was dead, and not converted.
Hence my followup about being relieved the Jollis don't get extra dudes.

It would quickly get out of hand if they did.

I'm curious what you think of everything happening right now, Almonaster. You were in the same Wolf team as Wintermoot last game, after all.

And again, Doc is just a bit too mouthy for my tastes. That, coupled with a big fucking oversight which is completely out of character is serving to make me much more suspicious of him. Which oversight am I referring to? Funny you should ask...

'But wait', you tell me. 'Elb also didn't vote! Why is she not on this Very Vague Suspicion list, which has now become capitalized for some reason?'
To which I respond with

Welp, considering there's a clear majority of no lynches, I'm going to keep my one-time no lynch vote for the future, and just take an inactivity frowny face this round.

Which is a horrendously poor choice because it has all the visibility of voting, with the suspicion of trying to fly under the radar and risking an inactivity lynch.
It is a perfect confluence of strange-and-thus-suspicious choices that puts her on the Vague Suspicion list (as distinct from the Very Vague Suspicion list, because it's less so).
Well, would, anyway, if I wasn't reasonably sure this is her first game and thus a rookie mistake.

I find it VERY bizarre that you could forget how Elbbsas is not only not a new player, but was instrumental in your defeat during the Game of Thrones-themed Werewolf.

My non-serious vote just got a lot more interesting. So for emphasis, I shall now boldly reiterate my vote for Doc.