Seeing as this game is, for all intents and purposes, over...I feel like posting this one last post in this thread before the nearly-inevitable mafia win. Besides, even if they don't win and good somehow pulls a victory out of nowhere (crossing fingers), I feel my end-game summary is still relevant regardless of the specifics of what happens. I'm waiting to hear back from Effervescent on some questions of mine, but there really isn't much reason for me to stick around for the after-game. If Kay deletes this because of the no-after death post rule, I got it saved on my computer so it can be posted for later. For some inexplicable strange reason, though, I feel compelled to put it up now. Here's what I had planned out to post.
What can I say about this game? It’s so incredibly frustrating that I really can’t put it into words.
We had everything going for us. And I mean, literally EVERYTHING. There was not supposed to be ANY possible way we could lose. The mafia was a complete joke (no offense...but I'm sure you guys can admit you weren't doing too hot at all in the beginning ;P). We had killed off two of them, and they’d only been able to kill one of us on accident. We were outnumbering them somewhere in the range of 9-1. And then we squandered it all away in the space of a few phases and lost anyway. How incompetent. How saddening. And what a cautionary tale for future good teams. This game will be the first I will point to in the future as an example of how complacency can be the #1 killer in mafia. (Yes, I was 100% guilty of complacency in this game, along with a bunch of other garbage. This game REALLY was not my game, or me putting my best foot forward at all.)
Sorry to be Mr. Raincloud, but I can’t exactly say I had much fun or will take away good memories from this game – and it’s pretty much all my fault. I feel so guilty for seemingly ruining everything here, and am seriously tempted to not participate in another mafia game for a while.
But you know what? I’m making a mountain out of a molehill here. I’m gonna pick myself up, dust myself off, laugh off me and my team’s mistakes here, and turn over a new leaf in the next game. God’s mercies are new every morning, and I feel that since this is over, the slate is wiped clean, and I can put this behind me. Besides, these things are supposed to be fun little diversions. I can’t exactly say why some (including myself) got so emotionally vested in this. But I’ve learned my lesson here, and am looking forward to the next venture.