🌊 Logs, leaks, and a suspicious smile
Welcome to Traitor Beaver!, a social deduction game with teeth. Literally. A dozen hardworking beavers hustle around a wooden dam—patching leaks, sorting sticks, spinning waterwheels—while one secret saboteur chews through the plan. The mood is cheerful until a floodgate groans for no reason. Someone “accidentally” kicked the pressure valve. Someone else wandered near the turbine room right before it sputtered out. Everyone smiles with those big square teeth. Not helping.
🪵 Three roles, one soggy mystery
Workers carry the colony by finishing tasks: stack log bundles, seal cracks with mud, align the spillway gates so the water level stays calm. Rangers are the town’s thin line of order; they get limited scans, a self report on repairs, and a single emergency tail slap that marks the last spot they saw the saboteur run. Traitor Beavers move like everyone else but eat the map from the inside. They jam gears, nibble alarm lines, open hidden sluices to turn safe corridors into knee deep chaos, and sneak through root tunnels to pop out where no one expects. Same fur, same vest, different agenda.
🗺️ Dam maps with personality
The River Dam is classic: long corridors, noisy turbines, and a central plaza where meetings get loud. Frozen Creek is all slick ice paths and foggy breath; you’ll hear footsteps before you see anyone, which is spooky in the friendliest way. Logging Camp spreads wide with exterior trails, stacked timber, and a watchtower; if you’re the Traitor, you’ll love how many blind corners exist between the sawmill and the glue hut. Each map offers honest loops for coin runs, strong positions for Ranger cover, and vent-style root tunnels that reward a good sense of direction.
🔧 Tasks that feel like beaver work
Place sticks by length, rotate three until they lock with a neat click. Smear clay along a crack and stop when the bulge looks even. Clear weeds from the intake grate without letting debris ping back into the water. Balance the right side of the spillway by moving counterweights two notches at a time—yes, it’s math, but the kind that makes sense in your hands. Sharpen a chisel tooth on a stone, match rhythm to a puck puck metronome, then stop before the edge goes too shiny. These are short and readable. No one stalls forever unless they mean to.
💥 Sabotage, but natural
Traitors don’t press sci-fi buttons; they weaponize nature. Open the backup sluice so a hallway floods and movement slows. Flip the turbine governor to brown-out lights in the lower dam, turning silhouettes into guesses. Chew the tripwire on the fish-ladder gate to “accidentally” drop a pile of wet logs down a stairwell, sealing an exit until someone clears it. Small chaos, not cheap shots. Every sabotage creates a fair, reversible problem, and every fix buys the Workers time and, often, proof.
🕵️ Proof lives in small details
Mud sticks to fur. If you ran a clay task, there should be smudges on your vest until the next wash barrel. The turbine room leaves a thin spray on anyone who stood close. The Traitor can fake a lot, but they can’t fake being dry right after a flood went off two rooms away. Rangers see tail-slap echoes; when someone sprinted during a panic, it leaves a faint ripple in puddles for a few seconds. Stack that with who claimed what task and the picture sharpens, if you’re paying attention.
🎯 Meetings that stay readable
Call the bell in the plaza, and the chatter is half facts, half instinct. Keep it concrete. Who fixed the east spillway. Who left the glue hut after the alarm snapped. Who took the root tunnel and popped out by the watchtower with no good reason. You can talk, point, or just slap the floor once to say “short path.” The best meetings are quiet for one breath and then decisive. Vote, tie, or skip. The river doesn’t stop for arguments.
🚪 Tunnels, footprints, and timing
Root tunnels are this game’s vents, but they’re not magic. They’re loud if you sprint and leave damp pawprints for a moment after you exit. Smart Traitors take the long way when a tunnel risks a trail; smart Workers chase sound, not shadows. If you’re Innocent and you hear the scrape of teeth behind a wall, tap your tail twice—the good players will hear it and rotate. If you’re guilty, you time your sabotages with the waterwheel’s groan so nobody hears your chew over the noise.
🔊 Sound is half the language
Footsteps change on timber, stone, and bark. Waterfalls drown voice but not tail slaps. A valve ready to burst will chirp and then hiss just before it blows—savvy Workers will already be on the ladder. The “repair complete” chime is small, and it matters; meeting a teammate right after one dings carries a different weight than when they wander in from the fog empty-handed. Play with audio; it’s a win condition disguised as ambience.
🧢 Fits, emotes, and blending in
This is a Minecraft-style world, so cosmetics matter in a social way. A bright yellow hardhat gets you noticed; earth tones melt into wall planks. Leaf ponchos drip in the rain and sell a “just came from outside” alibi harder than any speech. Emotes do work, too: two small tail taps to say “safe,” a bounce if you found a body and don’t want to shout over everyone. The Traitor can copy the signals—but copying timing is harder than copying the move.
⚖️ Balance built on time, not tricks
Time-to-fix is tight, not cruel. Two focused Workers can clear a room faster than one Traitor can break it, if they trust each other. Rangers can whiff a scan and still contribute by holding a sightline on the longest corridor. Traitors rarely win with a single play; they win by stacking small doubts until the wrong castout happens at the bell. The dance feels fair because every move leaves a trace.
🧠 Habits that quietly win games
Count your coins out loud in your head, so you know when a gadget is coming up without staring at the HUD. Cross through busier rooms right after a repair so you carry the fresh mud or spray—free alibi. When the flood hits, don’t sprint immediately; move slow for two steps, let whoever caused it overcommit. As Ranger, hold angles that allow a retreat while charging your single clean shot; hero wide swings look cool and feed Traitors. As Traitor, sabotage at half-progress bars so Workers argue about “who left it at 48%” instead of “who just closed it.” Tiny choices, big rounds.
🎮 Controls that don’t fight you
Movement is quick but grounded. Jumps reach predictable ledges, swim speed in flooded rooms dips just enough to matter, and ladders latch cleanly so you don’t fumble a fix. Tasks are tap-drag, hold-release, and short rhythm cues; easy to learn, tidy to repeat. On keyboard or controller, input latency stays low so the last-second tail slap or clutch shot feels earned.
👥 Party energy, private nerves
Lobbies are friendly. People emote on the raft, then go silent when the bell rings because every footstep suddenly counts. You’ll accuse your friend, vote them out, and learn they were carrying the team. You’ll swear someone is guilty because they smiled weird. You’ll be wrong, then right, then very loudly wrong again. That’s part of the charm: short rounds, big stories, and a scoreboard that turns inside jokes into season-long rivalries.
🌐 Why it clicks on Kiz10
No downloads. Quick loads. Instant rematches when a vote goes sideways and you need redemption. Share a link, stack a squad, and teach each other the difference between wet fur because of work and wet fur because someone just crawled out of a tunnel they shouldn’t have used. Frames stay smooth, sound cues stay crisp, and the only lag you’ll feel is the half second of silence right before someone says, “Okay… who chewed the wire?”
🚨 One more bell, then we really stop
Roles shuffle. Water levels settle. You tell yourself you’ll play calm. Then a valve hisses, a hallway floods, and a beaver you trusted jogs by looking a little too dry. You follow. They glance back. You both smile. Traitor Beaver! is social deduction wrapped in cozy wood and cold water—finish the work, read the room, and don’t let the one with the sharpest teeth write the ending for your dam. Play on Kiz10 and make the river remember your name for the right reasons.
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