Mole Chess Game

I guess my emotionless practicality had no place on the Black team. Well played, whoever the mole is.

In a normal team game, where it is fair to assume everyone you're working with has the same goal in mind, I have no problem overlooking minor faults. But here, where one person is guaranteed to have sabotage in mind, competence must be proven. And until then, my tolerance for shenanigans is extremely low. I will not be lulled into complacency. I will not sit idly by as I am quietly being wronged.
Call me ruthless. Call me draconian. But at the core, my logic was faultless. Early on, there was no way that the mole could have done enough damage to lose the game outright. That was the perfect time to experiment to see which other team member played to win. Got it right - perfect, no need for changes. Got it wrong - plenty of time to fix it. Too late now.
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