Ah, I see what you meant. Your wording made me question my sanity just a tad.

No, I'm sure they'd factor in role frequency percentage, and I'm fairly certain that this was a statistic in Ranked mode, as players are able to buy scrolls and whatnot otherwise.

The former, presumably.

Edit: They're the same goddamn thing? Stop doing this to me Sent just because I wouldn't buy you KFC.

I disagree with the majority of players being skilled in Ranked and Ranked Practice, since most games I've had (and I almost purely play those two modes) are 'carried' by two or three good players rather than everyone cooperating (I find Casual to be utter hell tbh). NK is commonly agreed upon as the hardest roles (WW is NK lol), with an approximate 10% win rate - 5% being SK, 2.5% being WW and Arso with the lowest in the entire game, a measly 1.25%. Though these were old records, so they may have changed.

Except that almost never occurs - Mafia actually has a slightly higher win ratio compared to Town, but NK is by the far the lowest and hardest of roles.

Was addicted to the game a little while back, I probably have over 150 hours on the thing. IGN's Ec7yp4.

Favourite role is Godfather, since it's the most powerful role in the Mafia and I find Town to be a bunch of idiots more often than not. Followed closely by Jailor, which is the most powerful role overall.

I attended (and ended up dropping out of for good right before finals) the 3rd ranked school in the state. As you'd expect, 90% of the kids there are Asian, and super nerdy; the sort that would freak if they lost an eraser. Anyway, during one of the tests the prodigy of the grade started crying, presumably because the test was too difficult, and had to be escorted out of the hall by a supervisor halfway through. Everyone started freaking the fuck out to my left and right, and I had to try very hard not to burst out laughing at all the horrified expressions around me. 

Claw! A familiar face (screen name? user? I'm not that creepy) after all.

We haven't interacted much, dear turkey, but keep up the good work and have a delightful birthday :)

Pffft. You and coins were naked fetuses back when I was active, and I'm still learning to walk compared to others on the site.

Throwback to the Faction Wars Dayz xc

Lock.

The overall theme is a bit ambiguous, so make of it what you will. Otherwise, true story :)

Our laughter echoed throughout the snowy glen, the carelessness of a child's whisper bubbling through the shroud of silence that surrounded the woods. The boys and I, we danced around the snow dunes, scantily clad in simple nightwear, innocent creations of majestic castles and snow angels dotting the hillside.

It must have been freezing at that time of the night, but I do not remember feeling it, only the warmth of my flushed cheeks as the adults scolded us afterwards.

And then I had abruptly collapsed, my body succumbed to the hypothermia that I had been oblivious to in my reckless excitement. My recovery from the prolonged frostbite and influenza that followed was a long and arduous process, but the memories of that blissfully carefree night of my childhood were ones that I would never forget.

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We stepped out from the woods together, she and I, and gazed upon the hillside beneath. I was garbed in a simple cotton shirt, my jacket draped across her back like a shawl.

'Aren't you cold?' she turned to face me, teeth chattering ever so slightly.

'No,' I answered truthfully, bringing my head down for a light. Stiff fingers caught on the hard grooves of the flint, the unlit zippo flipping to the frosty ground with a clumsy thud.

'Oh,' I narrowed my eyebrows. 'I guess I am.'

'You're going to get frostbite,' she frowned, bending down to reach for my lighter. 'Here, let me.'

I grinned sheepishly.

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'Aren't you cold?' I asked as we stepped out of the caravan and into the snow. I had neglected to bring jackets, and the sky was rapidly transitioning from a fading crimson.

'No,' he responded sincerely, bright green orbs turning up to meet mine.

I smiled at him knowingly. He laughed in hysterical shrieks as I sprinted up familiar slopes of ice and snow, grasping onto my shoulders for dear life. At last we rested on the ground next to each other amongst a crowd of snow angels, our bodies numb and exhausted.

You're going to get frostbite.

'Are we the only ones here?' he turned to me, a toothy grin plastered onto warmly flushed cheeks.

'Yes,' I replied, returning the goofy grin. 'Welcome to my secret kingdom.'

I faced the darkening sky and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.

'But I guess it's yours now.'