As I'm pretty certain I've said before, any player with a brain does not need the luck of a seering to get a wolf. Even if that wolf is a talented player, he will slip somehow.
Restricting info flow isn't a proper, or concievably enforcable, way of balancing this game.
Restricting access to info is.
I say just be rid of the seer for a few games and see how things work.
Originally posted by seinno
and also thank you everone for clearing it up for me I will try to start using my two hands iv tried quit a bit i put my left hand index and middle finger middle finger is on the up arrow index on on left arrow and right hand i use my index for the down button and middle for the right button does that seem weird?
and making yourself obvious in the process, chardish?
if you're going to have multiple roles (number of which is unknown) you might as well let them come out. Since it would be so easy to fake, which I thought was the point in the first place.
I'll stand by my earlier suggestion though. I'd host it, but screw that. I'd rather play.
Best way to restrict access to info is the eliminate info roles completely.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
Well, publically coming out would be possible, and it would limit the guardian from immediately knowing who the seer is, etc. So it might be worth a try.
nono talisman i didn't say you can't come out.. i'm saying you can't prove it because no one knows how many seers there are, if there even is one... so if 2 people say they're seers, it doesn't mean one has to be a wolf...
I already told you, Tass, I'm not running until 35. I have a perfect record to maintain.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
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