Gather 'round, children. Auntie Lux is going to tell a story.
"Oh, but I love stories!"
Me, too, Blaire. Me too. Now! Players 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 decide to play a mafia game!
"That's a lot of players!"
Yes it is, Blaire! But the host is a cutie pie and knows she can handle it, because she has decided that this game is going to be average.
"What's average mean?"
Well, Blaire, averages can mean many things. In this case, the cutie pie host decided the game would sound like nothing extraordinary, but little did the players know...
"It was extraordinary, wasn't it! I love this story."
Yes, exactly, Blaire! The host looked at the payers and decided that rather than give them each one of twelve different letters, she'd give them a total of six different ones!
"Why only six?"
Because auntie is just doing an example, dearest, and it's rude to nitpick examples.
"Okay, I think I get it."
Good. Now, the cutie pie host is too generous; she looks at all of the players and she can't decide which letters to give each player! What if they don't like their letters? That would be no fun at all for them.
"So she gives them a lot of letters!"
Precisely. And so she goes, giving the first player the letters A, B, C, and D! But for the second player, they only received A, E, C, and D instead!
"Did everyone get their own set of letters?"
I don't know, Blaire. Rumor has it to this day that the cutie pie host had some nefarious plot up her sleeves. They say she distributed the letters such that each player was similar, but not. And then do you know what she did?
"What?"
She forbade them from ever speaking of it to one another, so none of them would know which letters they had.
"But they all knew they got some of the same letters, right?"
Well, some of them thought so. I think all of them did, deep down.
"So what did they do about it? Did they fight over the different letters or do anything with them? Oh, I like fighting!"
Nope, they did nothing!
"... nothing?"
Nothing! They elected the best course of action was to sit together in a circle and hum.
"Is that it?"
Yes.
"That wasn't a very good story, auntie Lux."
Turn off the lights and go to sleep, you little shit princess marmot.
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