Causing way too many bugs, need to use a more sane method of breaking
the cmd API, and only do so when it's actually ready to go. My
personal preference is to make the new API use @command instead of @cmd.
This reverts commits c90d35e6c0a9ba96692e9d73bbe27efca405d542 and 5f5966a8b49e5214c82d806ac43a2553754fdee6.
Make 10+ because it's pointless otherwise.
Revamp low counts because it was too punishing towards village, if they
made a single mistake then alpha could win with a successful bite. This
reduces overall wolf count making that situation more difficult (and
until crow joins in 12p requires that alpha turns a lycan before being
able to bite). Higher counts rejiggered a bit too to be a bit more
interesting, although may still need further adjustment.
Both templates serve to make life miserable for village team, who
already have it rough as-is. Cursed makes it so that hunter's sole shot
misses half the time, and mayor makes it so that fakeclaiming has less
of a chance of working out (and wolf kills the fakeclaimer the next
night thus ending any confusion).
I could have avoided the two-liner in src/wolfgame.py, but it's much
more cleaner that way, even if it's not in src/gamemodes.py
To have the code in src/gamemodes.py means we'd have duplicated code
(and thus increased the chance of random bugs, as well as maintenance
burden). And practicality beats purity.
All hostmask and account comparisons are now case-insensitive (nicks
still aren't, related to #217 -- changing nick sensitivity would break
everything in numerous places).
Also, refactor some things into other files where it makes sense to do
so, because putting unrelated things into the same commit is fun.
12p aleatoire was too heavily skewed towards wolves, while 14+ was heavily
skewed towards village. The following changes hope to rectify this
(although there probably isn't enough for 14+ to be fixed yet).
- Guardian Angel moved from 13p to 12p
- 2nd Assassin moved from 12p to 13p
- Bureaucrat removed
- Turncoat replaces Lycan at 14p
And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Isn’t God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer;
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.
