Now you have to learn to play Were-penguins without being a giant blancmange, and our work is done. So stay.
I've never been called a blancmange before. I had to look it up. As far as were-penguin, I followed the current game for a bit, and I honestly cannot fathom what's going on. That is, I can see that people are saying stuff like "You see 3 doors." "I walk through the blue door" "You see a knife." "I pick it up." Etc. But I cannot figure out the purpose or where it's going. Otherwise they're voting to kill someone at random and hoping they turn out to be the penguin. Or they're trying to burn down libraries. Worse than being confusing, it's actually rather boring. The two times I played I just made random comments that seemed to annoy everyone. And of course, since I'm not willing to pretend-kill people, the games are a poor fit for me. Though I seem to be playing in the current game, without playing, since Jane killed me for my magical bones even though I wasn't playing.
Please feel free to kill me in these games until everyone gets tired of it, but I don't think I'll be participating.
So I'm afraid I'll remain a blancmange for the few years remaining to me on this (round) Earth.
If there was a game that did not involve killing, and that I could understand, I'd play. I know some kids who play Settlers of Catan, which I'd never heard of before. I couldn't figure that one out either. I understand the rules of scrabble and cribbage, but I'm no good at them. I know how to play five-card-draw poker, but I don't gamble. I can play monopoly. I'm neither particularly good nor particularly bad at it. I can play chess well enough that at a typical neighborhood chess club I'm not the worst player there. I can play gin rummy, badly. I've never met a sudoku puzzle that I could not solve eventually, but that's more stubbornness than skill.
But were-penguin, if you hold your breath waiting for me to play, you're going to turn blue.