The person whose tweets were linked above when mentioning "they become Zealots, doing lasting damage to their lives, and then burning out spectacularly."
Before I read the aphoristic three-word reply to you from Richard Kennaway (admittedly a likely even clearer-cut way to indicate the following sentiment), I was thinking that to downplay any unintended implications about the magnitude of your probabilities that you could maybe say something about your tracking being for mundane-vigilance or intermittent-map-maintenance or routine-reality-syncing / -surveying / -sampling reasons.
For any audience you anticipate familiarity with this essay though, another idea might be to use a version of something like:
"The plumber says it's fixed, which I'm splitting on [by default][and {also} tracking <for posterity>]."
(spoilered section below just corrals a ~dozen expansions / embellishments of the above)
"The plumber says it's fixed, which I'm splitting on."
While we're on the topic of amending standard Mafia, I suppose I'll also mention that implementing Robin Hanson's EquaTalk might make for an interesting game as well.
Since you've not mentioned a specific brand, to make it potentially even easier for people to grab something they might like I suppose I'll go ahead and link to the following (which appeared many moons ago in a product-recommendation post on SSC), though note it's a bit less sugary than the one above, i.e. just 7g/Tbsp: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CMGRNAK
Among other things I suppose they're not super up on that to efficiently colonise the universe [...] watch dry paint stay dry.
Here's a video
It's also written up on Cognitive Revolution's substack for those that prefer text.
Here's an example for you: I used to turn the faucet on while going to the bathroom, thinking it was due simply to having a preference for somewhat-masking the sound of my elimination habits from my housemates, then one day I walked into the bathroom listening to something-or-other via earphones and forgetting to turn the faucet on only to realize about halfway through that apparently I actually didn't much care about such masking, previously being able to hear myself just seemed to trigger some minor anxiety about it I'd failed to recognize, though its absence was indeed quite recognizable—no aural self-perception, no further problem (except for a brief bit of disorientation from the mental-whiplash of being suddenly confronted with the reality that in a small way I wasn't actually quite the person I thought I was), not even now on the rare occasion that I do end up thinking about such things mid-elimination anyway.