Werewolf 🥕 The Battle for Verdant Hollow

[JHF1870]

Thanks for the game. A lot to learn. My endless pursuit of a villager was probably a role well played and had me fooled.

 

[Gralin]

"The Crown Fits" – My MVP Acceptance Speech

First off, I’d like to thank the Academy — or in this case, Dero and MC Bad Genius — the tireless co-mods who oversaw this festival of misreads, meltdowns, and misguided votes. Without your herculean patience and ability to read through hundreds of pages of players slinging mud, none of this would have been possible. Truly, I salute your suffering. You are the real MVPs — but unfortunately, I get the title, and we must all accept life’s injustices.

Let me start with what all great speeches begin with: God. Thank you to God, the Universe, the spirit of strategic genius that flows through me like a river of lightning. Many say Mafia is a game of luck. But is it luck when the sun rises? Is it luck when the lion claims his rightful place on the savannah? No, friends. It is destiny. And so too was my ascension to MVP.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Wow, he’s really humble.” And you're right — I am. In fact, humility is one of my best qualities. It takes real humility to stand here, trophy in hand, and admit: You were all wrong, and I was right. That’s the kind of grace you can’t fake. It’s just baked into my DNA.

From the very first post, when I questioned the motives of posters who “just happened to be online” at deadline, I knew I was seeing the game on a level others simply weren’t. When I voted for Beaston and got told I was throwing, did I lash out? Did I ragequit? No. I stayed composed. I dug deeper. I watched them twist in the wind trying to explain how night immunity wasn’t a red flag. And I knew — I just knew — I was on to something. That, my friends, was the first of many correct calls.

Let’s talk about reads. Mine were immaculate. I don’t mean “oh I kind of suspected them” immaculate. I mean frame-by-frame, feature-film accuracy. I named names, gave motives, predicted reactions — and it all played out like I wrote the script. Because in many ways, I did. I didn’t just play this game. I directed it.

There were bumps along the way, of course. Misfires. Moments of doubt. I shot a villager — I’ll own that. But every great strategist knows you must break a few eggs to make a soufflé. And let me tell you — this was one delicious soufflé. Light, fluffy, and served with a side of "I told you so."

Some players (you know who you are) would rather lose with their friends than win with the truth. And you did lose. Because the truth doesn’t care about your little Discord groups or backchannel gossip. The truth is a freight train. And I was the conductor. Choo choo, baby.

Let’s not pretend it was all smooth sailing, though. At times, it felt like I was dragging this village uphill, in a cart with square wheels, while half the passengers were yelling at me for not steering it into a ditch fast enough. People ignored my posts, mocked my reads, accused me of playing emotionally. And yet… here we are. Crown on head. MVP badge glowing. The pixels don’t lie.

Now, to my fellow vigilante — you know who you are. We danced a dangerous duet, didn’t we? Two blades in the dark, carving order out of chaos. You read my signs. I read yours. Together, we formed the kind of synergy usually reserved for elite special forces or lifelong telepaths. The fact that we never had to say a word publicly, and yet coordinated cleanly? That’s poetry. Thank you.

To the village: you tried. Some more than others. Some less than furniture. Some, I fear, were actively trying not to win, which is a bold tactic — I respect the creativity, if not the execution. But at the end of the day, you voted with your egos, not your brains. Except when you followed me. That was smart. Do more of that.

To the Mafia: decent effort. A few plays almost tricked me. You posted at the right times, acted confused when it suited you, and threw shade like it was confetti. But you lacked follow-through. You lacked conviction. Most importantly, you lacked me. The absence of genius on your side was palpable. Better luck next time.

To those who voted for me just to “shut me up” — I hope you enjoyed the show, because it only made the final act sweeter. Nothing says “you were right” like people frantically unvoting to save face before deadline. You know who you are. I forgive you. It’s not easy to admit when someone you wrote off ends up being the person who carried you to the finish line.

And to the dead players who kept chirping from the sidelines — please, take a seat. You had your chance. You wasted it. And now you’re ghosts, haunting a thread you no longer belong to. Let this MVP trophy be your exorcism.

I’ll take a moment here to address my critics. The ones who said I was "too intense," "too dramatic," "too smug." You’re right. I am all of those things. But you forgot the most important adjective: correct. It’s not arrogance if you back it up. It’s not drama if it gets results. It’s not smugness if you’re holding the crown at the end.

Let’s talk about the turning point. The night I declared my target publicly. The moment I made it clear I was done playing by the polite rules of mafia etiquette. I saw fear ripple through the thread. People hated that I was right. You could taste the resentment. But no one could stop it. And that’s the mark of a true MVP — when even your enemies have to play catch-up.

And of course, the moment that sealed it — the final flip. The last evil falls. The game ends. And who’s there, center stage, already typing a “gg” before the mods even post it? This guy.

So what comes next?

Some will sulk. Some will reflect. Some will pretend none of this happened and show up next game like nothing changed. But deep down, everyone who played this game now knows what happens when you doubt me. When you ignore the signs. When you don't follow the smart play.

Next time, maybe you’ll listen.

Maybe not. I welcome both.

Because the game will always need its villains, its loudmouths, its antagonists. And I will wear that mask whenever needed. But just remember — the villain won. And they gave him a trophy for it.

Now, before I wrap up, I’ll throw in a few clichés, because no MVP speech is complete without them:

• I couldn’t have done it without my team — even if most of you were trying to sabotage me.
• This is for all the underdogs out there — who know they’re better than the self-declared elites.
• Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard… but I had both, so it wasn’t close.
• Leave it all on the thread.
• Play like every post is your last.
• Never give up… even when the thread begs you to.

And finally…

I dedicate this win to every player who ever said, “Just ignore him, he’s being dramatic.” Guess what? That drama just carried you to the end.

This has been a long journey. We laughed. We cried. We posted gifs. We yelled in all caps. And at the end of it all, I stand victorious — not just with the MVP badge, but with the knowledge that I played the game my way. Loud. Unapologetic. And right.

So go ahead. Call me cocky. Call me extra. Call me whatever makes you feel better.

Just make sure you also call me:

MVP.

Mic dropped.

 

[Cadsky]

Dead PM too please

 

[boncer34]

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Gave you a shout out.

 

[JHF1870]

Dead pm

 

[Gralin]

Gave you a shout out.

Thanks bro I appreciate that you care enough to acknowledge the little people

 

[myblueroan]

jmoo wan

Yep.

I should have deleted that post.

Next time I'll listen.

 

[cats_09]

TL;DR

I’m not reading all that dribble

I skimmed over it and pretty sure there was no mention of the Wolves, so I moved on

 

[DemurePrincess]

Gave you a shout out.

I got no tag!

 

[Wosh]

Thanks DERO and MC Bad Genius for running another 100 page game! Love you guys.
Special mention to the new players, don’t give up play another game or 2 and I promise it gets easier and this was a particularly big game, most are smaller.

I’ll get everyone who played a badge asap, and the new players also get a cool werewolf badge

Bender_ consider your debt paid but please play again!

New game up here!

Werewolf - Chess werewolf 7 - One Knight In Bangkok (Chess Joker and Chess Hater win)

CHESS WEREWOLF He's only a pawn in their game -- Bob Dylan Can you find the evil black pieces within your midst and win the game? Basic Rules: Night phase is 8pm-8am. Day phase is 8am-8pm. Werewolf Etiquette: - Missing 2 lynch votes in a row or 3 votes in total will see you mod-killed...

www.bigfooty.com

 

[cats_09]

Thanks DERO and MC Bad Genius for running another 100 page game! Love you guys.
Special mention to the new players, don’t give up play another game or 2 and I promise it gets easier and this was a particularly big game, most are small.

I’ll get everyone who played a badge asap, and the new players also get a cool werewolf badge View attachment 2342412

Bender_ consider your debt paid but please play again!

If I don't already have one, can I please get a werewolf badge also

 

[boncer34]

I got no tag!

No tags so you have to read it

 

[DemurePrincess]

Thanks DERO and MC Bad Genius for running another 100 page game! Love you guys.
Special mention to the new players, don’t give up play another game or 2 and I promise it gets easier and this was a particularly big game, most are smaller.

I’ll get everyone who played a badge asap, and the new players also get a cool werewolf badge View attachment 2342412

Bender_ consider your debt paid but please play again!

And don’t forget Hydatina Physis doesn’t want his badge so maybe boncer34 deserves 2 for such an epic ‘I love myself’ speech

 

[BFew]

"The Crown Fits" – My MVP Acceptance Speech

First off, I’d like to thank the Academy — or in this case, Dero and MC Bad Genius — the tireless co-mods who oversaw this festival of misreads, meltdowns, and misguided votes. Without your herculean patience and ability to read through hundreds of pages of players slinging mud, none of this would have been possible. Truly, I salute your suffering. You are the real MVPs — but unfortunately, I get the title, and we must all accept life’s injustices.

Let me start with what all great speeches begin with: God. Thank you to God, the Universe, the spirit of strategic genius that flows through me like a river of lightning. Many say Mafia is a game of luck. But is it luck when the sun rises? Is it luck when the lion claims his rightful place on the savannah? No, friends. It is destiny. And so too was my ascension to MVP.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Wow, he’s really humble.” And you're right — I am. In fact, humility is one of my best qualities. It takes real humility to stand here, trophy in hand, and admit: You were all wrong, and I was right. That’s the kind of grace you can’t fake. It’s just baked into my DNA.

From the very first post, when I questioned the motives of posters who “just happened to be online” at deadline, I knew I was seeing the game on a level others simply weren’t. When I voted for Beaston and got told I was throwing, did I lash out? Did I ragequit? No. I stayed composed. I dug deeper. I watched them twist in the wind trying to explain how night immunity wasn’t a red flag. And I knew — I just knew — I was on to something. That, my friends, was the first of many correct calls.

Let’s talk about reads. Mine were immaculate. I don’t mean “oh I kind of suspected them” immaculate. I mean frame-by-frame, feature-film accuracy. I named names, gave motives, predicted reactions — and it all played out like I wrote the script. Because in many ways, I did. I didn’t just play this game. I directed it.

There were bumps along the way, of course. Misfires. Moments of doubt. I shot a villager — I’ll own that. But every great strategist knows you must break a few eggs to make a soufflé. And let me tell you — this was one delicious soufflé. Light, fluffy, and served with a side of "I told you so."

Some players (you know who you are) would rather lose with their friends than win with the truth. And you did lose. Because the truth doesn’t care about your little Discord groups or backchannel gossip. The truth is a freight train. And I was the conductor. Choo choo, baby.

Let’s not pretend it was all smooth sailing, though. At times, it felt like I was dragging this village uphill, in a cart with square wheels, while half the passengers were yelling at me for not steering it into a ditch fast enough. People ignored my posts, mocked my reads, accused me of playing emotionally. And yet… here we are. Crown on head. MVP badge glowing. The pixels don’t lie.

Now, to my fellow vigilante — you know who you are. We danced a dangerous duet, didn’t we? Two blades in the dark, carving order out of chaos. You read my signs. I read yours. Together, we formed the kind of synergy usually reserved for elite special forces or lifelong telepaths. The fact that we never had to say a word publicly, and yet coordinated cleanly? That’s poetry. Thank you.

To the village: you tried. Some more than others. Some less than furniture. Some, I fear, were actively trying not to win, which is a bold tactic — I respect the creativity, if not the execution. But at the end of the day, you voted with your egos, not your brains. Except when you followed me. That was smart. Do more of that.

To the Mafia: decent effort. A few plays almost tricked me. You posted at the right times, acted confused when it suited you, and threw shade like it was confetti. But you lacked follow-through. You lacked conviction. Most importantly, you lacked me. The absence of genius on your side was palpable. Better luck next time.

To those who voted for me just to “shut me up” — I hope you enjoyed the show, because it only made the final act sweeter. Nothing says “you were right” like people frantically unvoting to save face before deadline. You know who you are. I forgive you. It’s not easy to admit when someone you wrote off ends up being the person who carried you to the finish line.

And to the dead players who kept chirping from the sidelines — please, take a seat. You had your chance. You wasted it. And now you’re ghosts, haunting a thread you no longer belong to. Let this MVP trophy be your exorcism.

I’ll take a moment here to address my critics. The ones who said I was "too intense," "too dramatic," "too smug." You’re right. I am all of those things. But you forgot the most important adjective: correct. It’s not arrogance if you back it up. It’s not drama if it gets results. It’s not smugness if you’re holding the crown at the end.

Let’s talk about the turning point. The night I declared my target publicly. The moment I made it clear I was done playing by the polite rules of mafia etiquette. I saw fear ripple through the thread. People hated that I was right. You could taste the resentment. But no one could stop it. And that’s the mark of a true MVP — when even your enemies have to play catch-up.

And of course, the moment that sealed it — the final flip. The last evil falls. The game ends. And who’s there, center stage, already typing a “gg” before the mods even post it? This guy.

So what comes next?

Some will sulk. Some will reflect. Some will pretend none of this happened and show up next game like nothing changed. But deep down, everyone who played this game now knows what happens when you doubt me. When you ignore the signs. When you don't follow the smart play.

Next time, maybe you’ll listen.

Maybe not. I welcome both.

Because the game will always need its villains, its loudmouths, its antagonists. And I will wear that mask whenever needed. But just remember — the villain won. And they gave him a trophy for it.

Now, before I wrap up, I’ll throw in a few clichés, because no MVP speech is complete without them:

• I couldn’t have done it without my team — even if most of you were trying to sabotage me.
• This is for all the underdogs out there — who know they’re better than the self-declared elites.
• Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard… but I had both, so it wasn’t close.
• Leave it all on the thread.
• Play like every post is your last.
• Never give up… even when the thread begs you to.

And finally…

I dedicate this win to every player who ever said, “Just ignore him, he’s being dramatic.” Guess what? That drama just carried you to the end.

This has been a long journey. We laughed. We cried. We posted gifs. We yelled in all caps. And at the end of it all, I stand victorious — not just with the MVP badge, but with the knowledge that I played the game my way. Loud. Unapologetic. And right.

So go ahead. Call me cocky. Call me extra. Call me whatever makes you feel better.

Just make sure you also call me:

MVP.

Mic dropped.

When I searched for Boncer in the BF insert GIF option, all I got was the likes of the below.

 

[BFew]

So if boncer34 is the equivalent of Batman, who is boncer's sidekick/Robin?

 

[The_Reaper]

I feel a bit guilty for losing the game for the wolves - especially since I'm the one who took out porps.
Should have double down on trying to create doubt on the flog claim.
Will have to learn from this.

 

[boncer34]

So if boncer34 is the equivalent of Batman, who is boncer's sidekick/Robin?

ZergMinion

 

[MC Bad Genius]

Congrats MC Bad Genius on hosting the next TOS game.

At least I won't have to play it haha. Does my head in every time.

 

[MC Bad Genius]

ZergMinion

Oof. He's not gonna like that.

 

[MC Bad Genius]

Also, for anyone waiting to get into the Dead PM, you might need to be patient. DERO hasn't given anyone else access for people to add anyone else into it. And from all reports, he is currently completely blotto'd in a box at the footy.

It could be a while ...

 

[cats_09]

The

Also, for anyone waiting to get into the Dead PM, you might need to be patient. DERO hasn't given anyone else access for people to add anyone else into it. And from all reports, he is currently completely blotto'd in a box at the footy.

It could be a while ...

Yeah, I'm going to guess they between those of us at the MCG, there's one really happy person and a few others who may not be so happy

 

[serial_thrilla]

Also, for anyone waiting to get into the Dead PM, you might need to be patient. DERO hasn't given anyone else access for people to add anyone else into it. And from all reports, he is currently completely blotto'd in a box at the footy.

It could be a while ...

Don't lie. We just don't want them in there with us.

 

[Gralin]

Don't lie. We just don't want them in there with us.

 

[serial_thrilla]

 

[Gralin]

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