How pleased you are to vote away, Jack the Troll! I am Monsus, of the Imposters of Destruction.
Yeah, I guessed as much...
Cluelessly voting away all your enemies... how easily you ignore the loss of game integrity when it suits your convenience! So tell me: Who saves the crewmates from the man who saves the crewmates?
You're the ones killing them, you take advantage of their stupidity. Of course they get hurt when you play in casual lobbies!
Vote or be voted, Jack. Phnom Penh taught me that. You aren't the only one to grow up on the game's fields. Being ejected is a cruel parent, but an effective teacher, it's final lesson carved deep into my psyche:
That this game and all it's players, are diseased. Free will is a myth, intelligence is a joke, we are all pawns controlled by something greater: Accusations! They shape our decisions, our thoughts, they are everything we rely upon. Say "Red Sus" long enough, and they will vote red. They become a carrier. Any other random accusation, blue, green, yellow... all passed along.
How about "sus af"? Is that an accusation?
You can't stop idiots, Jack. Imposters kill, crewmates flee, the accuser preys upon the accused. Sam tells me you see your intelligence as a tool. Something that saves games - a means of convincing. Now there's a big ego, exquisite! It spared you the burden of all the wrong votes you've done! Absolved you out of guilt when your ego falls.
That is, before the illusion was broken! Don't be ashamed, it's only voting, running its course. You have no choices you make, nothing to answer for... You can get ejected with a clear conscience. ㅤ
You're right, about me I mean. I knew something was... off. After the popularity spike, I thought I could give up the game and have a normal life. Yet here I am, surrounded by idiots, arguing philosophy with tryhards. I told myself this was about IQ, about increasing smarts of the average player... But I was wrong.
Then you admit it?
I learned early that killing idiotic crewmates felt good, REALLY good. Back in the Skeld, my crew, they helped me forget the cringe inside, but who was I kidding? I was born to be Sus!
The bit about my goal, the "means of convincing" stuff? I guess I needed something to keep "The Troll" in check while I was waist deep in bodies. But you, all this, it's a wake up call to what I really believe, what I really am.
What are you saying?
I'm saying: Jack is Back!
Kill him!
A guy shows up and calls out Jack for voting incorrectly in an attempt to get him ejected
Doktor! Turn off my chat inhibitors!
But Raiden, th- this is madness!
DO IT!
... Alright.
Jack screams as he gets bombarded with hate and slurs in the chat AAUGHHHHHHH!
Hahahahaha... HAHAHAHAAH!
Toxicity... this is why I troll, this is my normal, my nature.
You've lost your mind...
Monsus signals an imposter to kill Jack
Jack pulls up a voting interface and accuses the guy, getting him ejected
Hehehehe... who's next?
Jack points to Monsus, then to Jetsus Sam
I'll take this argument!
No, Sam. Report back to the captain. This one's mine.
...You're the boss.
I misjudged you... you are like us after all.
Heh, now you're just being nasty. That nickname you love so much, "Jack the Troll", wanna know how I got it?
Actually, why don't I give you a little demonstration? I think it's time for Jack...
Jack pulls out the interface again
TO LET EM' VOTE!