I was unaware till recently that Jester suicide can be healed. I was happy that I got my Jester win at the time, but sad when I saw I didn't kill anyone D:
I was unaware till recently that Jester suicide can be healed. I was happy that I got my Jester win at the time, but sad when I saw I didn't kill anyone D:
Yeah, this happened to me in a game. I was a Jester who was to jest a sheriff, and somehow he still stayed alive. I was confused for a bit until the sheriff said "Thanks, doc!"
IMO, this should be fixed so that Jester suicides can't be healed.
I think all suicides should be final. I know the -suicide can't be healed, but a suicide is a suicide, I don't think, even Jester, suicides should be healed. /Because then someone can vote guilty and just Doc on that person, it presents no risk.
That's typically the strategy that I see players try to use. But sometimes people get guilty happy. I think you are right, suicides should be unhealable and that would make town think more thoroughly before lynching a possible jester. Would add a whole new element to the game in my opinion.
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I was originally under that assumption because a suicide is a suicide, unlike getting shot, which can be healed; a suicide is killing yourself. hard to heal someone who has been killed.
If you want to get into real life, suicides are definitely healable if you don't do it right :P
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Most of this game, I think of the balance in a real life way, except for the Witch, because Harry Potter isn't reaal D:, lol;
That's my poor means of justification in saying Marines are OP because they never reload xD
Of course, if I am going to say that, then there is always Phineas Gage as an example D:
Aren't suicides meant to be last resort to prove a point or when you've lost?![]()
Let's see some Mafia Logic:
I'm a suicidal person who has decided to kill himself due to grief. I locate a handgun I've kept with me and I point it towards my forehead. Loaded with 2 shots, I pull the trigger once. The bullet misses, and flies through my eye, scraping a part of my brain and opening a hole through my skull. As the now-useless eye melts from the remaining hole, a fountain of blood pours out from it and the brain tissue that remains melts entirely, turning into a gruesome pink flow. Now, I position the burning weapon onto my forehead. As the hot metal sears my facial tissue, the tissue itself warps and singes. Ignoring the pain of losing my eyesight, I pull the trigger again.
As the bullet enters my skull and exits my brain, the blood from open wound gushes out. As I fall down, the remains of my melted brain pour like a river, staining the carpet of my home with the mush that remains of my insides. With a gaping hole in my head and a small remnant of my brain melted, I lose access to my sense of sound, taste and smell. However, the gruesome pain from the explosion of my head remains as I die a slow painful death. Unable to move or command my body, the blood in my skull quickly rushes towards any open holes, causing my remaining eye to gauge and explode from the pressure. An equal reaction occurs in the remains of my other eye, exploding the nerves as the blood vessels rush out. With this, my many veins and arteries explode from the pressure, flooding my mouth with a bloody liquid. As my dam of a mouth continues to overflow, my ability to breath is cut off completely and with my inability to think, I'm unable to open it. As the blood pressures up around my body, I fall down onto my face, causing the remains of my skull to crack completely and my brain's remaining tissue to grind and splinter in the bone, causing my face to mutilate and my brain to completely explode in my head, sending an eruption of pain throughout my body. However, my death doesn't come from this, but the blood overflowing through my mouth, drowning me in the process.
When the day arrives, I awake up in perfect condition, ready for work and trial. Apparently, a Doctor with an emergency kit managed to patch me up with a single band-aid using a picture of a cow's anatomy as a guide... Our medical system is truly amazing...
Last edited by cookies4you; February 14th, 2012 at 06:00 PM.
It is no fun when you aren't worrying whether the one being lynched is a possible jester. I love the fear of waiting for the role to pop up right after the lynch is complete, and either giving a sigh of relief or realize I'm dead tomorrow night.