the same week as Night 1 began, in both other forum games were were active in together, what happened?
I killed you, directly or indirectly.
I was felt really guilty about it at the time, and I decided, then and there, that NOPE! NOT HAPPENING! NOT AGAIN!
so I decided that I was going to try to make you live to endgame.
scum can only win with an equal or smaller number of townies alive as them.
and since at the time, I thought that I had to be the last scum standing if I wanted to win...
well, I was only allowed to let one townie live to endgame.
so me as last scum standing, plus you as last townie standing, was my goal. I didn't care if I reached it from lylo by lynching <not you> or if I reached it from mylo by lynching <not you> then nking <other not you>.
Sorry, but I'm going to be avoiding Leaf for a while. nothing against those that associate with him, but I can't put up with him. Certain styles of deception I really cannot stand, and his preferred toolkit is loaded with them.
((minor communication detail since I think I understand your confusion, the phrase "pet project" has "project" used as a modifier to "pet", not "pet" as a modifier to "project". it's a project that someone keeps and uses and works on as a form of pet, simply for their own gratification, not about a project done specifically for a pet.))
EDIT: got that last part backwards, fixed now.
Edit: Oh gods am I being pretty loquacious with the typing.
Webadict's #178 @deadchat makes a really good point.
Physical horror? Hmm, plausible. But how the media runs it nowadays? Mehhh..
Psychological horror? That's where the going gets kicked and tumbled down a hill of weeds.
...Because the psyche hasn't been fully understood by science. It defines fear.
Eh, I partially disagree. The realization of being doomed is nowhere near as bad as when you
might be doomed, but don't know if you are, but being fully aware that any second from now a blade could come scything out of nowhere to strike you down from behind, and every second you tarry increases the chances of it happening... and then in the darkness, you look to one side and see something that seems exactly like something you saw before, but you aren't sure, not without a closer look, and you don't dare waste time trying to find out.
the terror isn't in the knowing, it's in the NOT knowing. once you finally know and come to accept it, then it's easy enough to simply operate on spite. when you don't know but strongly suspect, and only have the faintest glimmer of hope, but that hope remains, is where the real terror lies. at least to me.