I thought you were MP at first, you said something about no one expecting you to be playing. And the "Indeed" not once but twice in chat. But when you called me "John", yeah I knew then. I think it is fun to guess, I had only one right though, actual Dom being Golden. I thought Glorf was Quin, but I had Mac called for Epi. Otherwise, it was all a surprise, although in retrospect, I should have called Golden for his syntax, stuff like this, "Wilgy has the exact same rainbow list to me"; North Americans generally say "as me". But since it wasn't important and I was mostly afraid to come in here, no biggie, lol.G-Man wrote: ↑Sun Apr 08, 2018 11:47 am I think the low post count was a blessing and a curse for the baddies. It was a blessing because less discussion makes it harder for civvies to formulate reads. It was a curse too though because the fact that the whole game was light on posts meant it was easier for civvies to digest and scrutinize our posts. One bad post can disappear in a sea of game posts and even within a player’s ISO but one bad post in a small sample size like we had here has the potential to be damning.
Overall, I didn’t let myself feel comfortable or confident that we had it in the bag until maybe the last 10 minutes, when it became clear that nobody was going to swoop in with grand ‘a-ha!’ theory and bust one or both of us. Hiding my baddie play behind roleplay was, I think, a big reason why I was able to succeed. I agree though that we wouldn’t have pulled it off if there had been more discussion and/or more players. Size, roleplay, and lack of discussion were the trifecta that propped us up.
@S~V~S did you figure out it was me behind the sock? I wouldn’t have guessed you were my partner in crime had you not slipped up in the thread. That being said, I didn’t try to figure out who was behind the sock accounts because it didn’t matter much to me.
And this is why I don't play many heists, it is super hard to be bad in this format, and I applaud those of you who do well at it without being able to hide behind socks.
I did not think I could get away with lynching the person who kept red lining me, I would not even have tried had Marmot not suggested it.