After hosting The Faithful Game for dozens of groups in Melbourne and beyond, I’ve realised there is one moment that changes everything. It isn't solving puzzles or even winning. It’s the instant the room erupts after a correct vote.

The votes are counted. The banished player stands. The result is revealed.

“I am, and have always been, a Traitor.”

Some of us loved this game long before it arrived in a Scottish castle. We knew it as ‘Werewolves’ or ‘Mafia’.

The mechanics of the game haven’t changed much. What has changed is the scale.