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Keita stands ready to assist Vancouver's tank!

"Coach? You asked to see me?" "Yeah, Keita. Sit down." "I scored a good goal today. Not enough to make Helsinki to sinky, but good goal." "Yeah, about that. See, Keita, you know we traded away some of our best players after winning the championship." "Yes coach. My agent, he now very happy with minutes. I got Frenchy's Shawarma restaurant sponsorship deal. Now we have four dollar desert shawarma all over DC!" "I think my dog got indigestion from one of those." "Me too. Somehow they think desert means add spice. I do not understand. Mali food more plain." "Anyway. Keita, do you know why you weren't traded along with our other players?" "Roster spot?" "Yes. We kept you because we want to suck the suck fantastic this season." "If you want suck, Keita can suck for you, coach!" "I know you're a loyal soldier out there, Keita. I need you to be a perfect tank commander." "I have never commanded tanks. I was too young for Malian military. Even if I am a short king, and short kings are good for tanks, Mali has not enough tanks for me to be tank rider." "Tank commander has a different meaning in hockey, Keita." "Oh! Language lesson!" "When a team is losing on purpose in order to get a better draft pick, that's tanking. A player who gets lots of minutes when the team is losing in a season like that is called a tank commander." "Oh! I am already number 7 in this league in hits. I will hit better with a tank. I will happily command your tank, coach." "This isn't like some sponsor handing out a free cheap car, Keita. The tank is metaphorical." "I can accept cheap tank. I can command even with an old Russian surplus tank." "Can you command without an actual tank?" "I can try, coach. I will picture the metal around me when I hit people. I can do violence." "Violence is fine, Keita. Just try not to score until the other team scores twice, ok?" "Yes coach. My tank will go boump-boump-boump-boump nice and slow and violent after enemy goal." "Thanks, Keita. I knew we could count on you."

TIMBUKTU, MALI This is the last place in the world for a hockey trophy to be. Hockey is played in the cold, on a flat surface of ice, in places that understand the meaning of winter. But there is a longstanding tradition in the sport that allows every player on the championship-winning team to bring the big trophy to their hometown. Canadians would bring it to "the lake", which meant a different lake to almost every Canadian player. Americans and Europeans became a bigger share of winning rosters as time went by, bringing the trophy further and further from its old stomping grounds. Today, the trophy was coming to the Sahara Desert. This is where Keita Kourou slid down sand dunes in some horrifically strange caricature of skating, ice cubes stuffed into his socks, swinging a field hockey stick like a club. Where, before he'd learned proper English, let alone proper hockey names, he would pretend to call for passes from "Wayne Gritty" or "Mary O Lummox", then score into some net that might as well have been a mirage in the desert. Because ice hockey in the Sahara really wasn't a thing, no matter how many ice cubes you stuffed into your socks. His demented dreams brought him to Saskatoon, Canada, then to a succession of teams that didn't believe in the little Malian ever amounting to anything on the ice. Every team that let him go gave him a higher motive for revenge. Finally, in DC, Keita Kourou found a team where he fit. He was never a star, just a reliable second- or third-line presence, outshone by the smooth skills and savvy playmaking of Vincent Laroche-Gagnier, The Frenchman, or Mark Calaway. No matter. It takes a whole team to win. Vincent, Frenchie and Mark still each only got a day with the trophy in their hometowns. Today, amid heavy security and kegs of craft beer from DC, it was the Sahara's turn to celebrate hockey glories, and improbable dreams come gloriously true.

So, anyone have a better suggestion for who I should vote for than Adrest? And, until then, UNVOTE ADREST VOTE JHATTY8

Interesting proposition. Assuming I live, I'll put the question to him tonight.

Agreed. But as I said a message earlier, I was a little trapped. So, gamey.

So, let's just take the approach of providing complete verbatim copy-pastes of my conversation with the dead (only at night - I do not have posting privileges in this channel during the day, and the dead have a separate channel to talk with each other during the day, which I don't see): eaglesfan0036 — 02/27/2024 10:23 PM @woog if we believe lemorse, he says he was attacked and roleblocked and the 2 people he has doused (visited him) are cartripp and glu Cartripp has yet to post in the game thread too My guess would be hes mafia Also @woog omg said he tracked adrest to himself so he’s mafia Make sure to put these things in your will in case you die tn Adrest voting against dooms also makes me think dooms isn’t mafia omg — 02/27/2024 10:29 PM @woog I was forged. I'm actually Tracker, Adrest visited me last night so he's either Mafioso or Forger woog — 02/27/2024 10:30 PM Hello darling dead people woog — 02/27/2024 10:32 PM Thanks for answering my top question I’ve been waiting all day to ask, before I even asked it. I assume you don’t see the forger’s identify with that? omg — 02/27/2024 10:36 PM No I don't woog — 02/27/2024 10:47 PM Longest and most informative will I've ever written in this game. May you all sleep like the dead tonight. lemorse7 — 02/27/2024 10:56 PM What Eagle said Guatav — Yesterday at 10:09 PM @NotSoGood88 woog — Yesterday at 10:09 PM Hello my dead darlings! 'tis I, your link to the living world, your medium I tuck your children in for you, I kiss your wives goodnight for you, I tell the priests you won't be back for confession this time. @ptyrell and @Dadam30 : were your roles genuine? Or did our (freshly deceased) Forger get to you last night? If you have sweet nothings to whisper to the living, get your requests in - my will has room for a few extra words, and I might survive the night anyway. NotSoGood88 — Yesterday at 10:18 PM oh yeah i guess i dont have anything to say Ricer13 — Yesterday at 10:21 PM Sup lemorse7 — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Sus ptyrell — Yesterday at 10:36 PM I was indeed lookout Dadam30 — Yesterday at 10:37 PM I was also sheriff woog — Yesterday at 10:42 PM Hats off to you, @NotSoGood88 - you made some really good chaos. Ricer13 — Today at 1:09 AM I was forged. I was not the consort woog — Today at 6:44 AM Of course. I am also not the medium. Just a flower girl covering up the hate-graffiti on your tombstones.

Only Gustav could confirm how he's running the game vis-à-vis the medium, but for him to confirm that would effectively confirm my claim, which wouldn't quite be fair. I'm somewhat trapped here.

I promised a role reveal yesterday, and I keep my word.

If the votes pile up against me, I believe Rory is the player I'll visit in seance. He seems adequately protected, because he's still alive, and bad folk keep dying. Dead or alive, I'll help town prevail.

Back atcha. Vote Adrest 1 (Woog) Let's see what we have from beyond the grave here: From our friend eaglesfan0036: Also @woog omg said he tracked adrest to himself so he’s mafia Make sure to put these things in your will in case you die tn Adrest voting against dooms also makes me think dooms isn’t mafia

Hence, entertainment.

I'm the Medium. I've been chatting with the dead as they pile up each night (which means I'm a day late to getting new information out). Key claims over in dead-land: OMG claims he was a tracker, not a doctor. He said he tracked adrest, to himself. Dadam claimed to be a sheriff, forged to look like an executioner. And for your entertainment, I'll add that Ricer suggested he was forged too, and wasn't really the consort.

Maybe I could have said that better, tone-wise. I simply meant that the momentum of the game is picking up, and since identities among those who survived last night aren’t much clearer, it should pick up more tonight and tomorrow. I’ve been useless and harmless. Tomorrow I’ll still be harmless.

9 on NSG with Berocka.