You know what? I can't. I just can't. I knew I was shafted the moment the White Stag visited Johnny. I have zero alibi to provide. Too many people already know my identity and can corroborate their stories. And while the cult could get more heads together and provide a counter-alibi, all it'd take is one lynch to expose the entire team. As much as I want to fight to the bitter end, and maybe, just maybe get away with it all like gimmepie, I can't. I don't have it in me to keep up that kind of charade with such a stacked deck against me. So, true to form, I hereby raise the white flag. You win, crowned stag. I was absolutely furious when I saw I was culted (hence all the salt in Gunpowder btw, was channeling some rage over there) but now I just want this disappointment to be over. I won't be such a spoil-sport that I'll tell you any cult identities, and I will say you have quite a challenge on your hands finding them now that both your investigators will be shortly counted among the deceased or among the Grindylows. I told them everything. I whispered an invitation to Gretel to join their chat. I never told Johnny who Gretel was, so I doubt Omi knows. And furthermore, should my information be correct, all my guns will soon be out of play, used up. It'll just be you against the onslaught of Grindylows, and they better not let recruiting me be a waste of their efforts. Screw you all, I'm going to work on Steven Universe, and I'm going to make it an experience to trump all the other mafia games I've GM'd (which is a pretty low bar except for Office Mafia imo). This is BardHansel, recently transfigured into a mythical monstrosity, giving you all the middle tentacle as I dig my own grave in hopes of reaching Japan. May I rest in peace forever among the gods of anime.