Myst He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 Kieran nodded, “yes, but they’re somewhere in this crowd too” he quickly glanced around, “I don’t know where they’ve gotten off to… but they most likely aren’t at the hospital right now. Can you walk? I can carry you otherwise, but we have to find them”
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 "I think walking should be doable, the wound at my knee isnt very deep, it mostly just hurts" I say as I follow Kieran
Haelbarde he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 The surprise knocked him off his feet, landing hard on the ground. This had to be a joke. It couldn't be real, could it? Thirty. Three. Years. He hadn't dared come back. He'd finally convinced himself that it would be fine, and that he didn't want to let the fear rule him any more. ... So of course disaster would strike this year. Why had he come. After finally getting let into the city, it turned out his reservation had been stolen again, this time by someone in a cardboard goron costume wearing a green cap. He looked up. In the distance the darkness glowered orange, a nighmarish shadow play of dancing figures being lit across the sky already filling with smoke. He had no where better to be. Fires were as close to his natural habitat as he was going to find in town, so he may as well try and do some good. Slipping off his backpack, and recovering his cap, he began to roll towards the flame. 2
Haelbarde he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) So, all the masks went. It did seem likely, but there was a chance that everyone went for the same two or three and left one untouched. I guess no PMs until tomorrow, provided someone actually chooses to put the postman's cap on. Incidentally, is it even possible to get the Fierce Diety Mask? We start with 10 rupees, then max gain cycle is 10, with there being 3 cycles per loop (so 30 per loop), and 4 loops, so that gets us to 130 rupees if you spend none. There are two rupee gaining masks. If you spend 5 rupees to get the Bunny Hood, you would start cycle 2 with 15, and then get 15 per cycle, so 45 per loop, 4 loops is 180 rupees. I think that means the only way you might get is if you have the postman's hat. But then even that has challenges. "+1 rupee for each unique player that is delivered a message". So that's a max of 16 rupees gained if as written that only applies once per game, and only if everyone actually decides that limited delayed finite PMs is worth the cost. If that's per cycle, then you would need need 5 or 6 people per cycle to receive PMs for you to reach your goal. And obviously all of this assumes you don't die. ( @Amanuensis Any chance you could clarify the reset time period on the unique recipients?) Hats and hoods don't stack, so there's not a world in which you get a 1.5x on the Postman's income. Alas. Edit: @Burnt Spaghetti You didn't set the fire did you? Edited February 21 by Haelbarde
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 22 minutes ago, Haelbarde said: So, all the masks went. It did seem likely, but there was a chance that everyone went for the same two or three and left one untouched. I guess no PMs until tomorrow, provided someone actually chooses to put the postman's cap on. Incidentally, is it even possible to get the Fierce Diety Mask? We start with 10 rupees, then max gain cycle is 10, with there being 3 cycles per loop (so 30 per loop), and 4 loops, so that gets us to 130 rupees if you spend none. There are two rupee gaining masks. If you spend 5 rupees to get the Bunny Hood, you would start cycle 2 with 15, and then get 15 per cycle, so 45 per loop, 4 loops is 180 rupees. I think that means the only way you might get is if you have the postman's hat. But then even that has challenges. "+1 rupee for each unique player that is delivered a message". So that's a max of 16 rupees gained if as written that only applies once per game, and only if everyone actually decides that limited delayed finite PMs is worth the cost. If that's per cycle, then you would need need 5 or 6 people per cycle to receive PMs for you to reach your goal. And obviously all of this assumes you don't die. ( @Amanuensis Any chance you could clarify the reset time period on the unique recipients?) Hats and hoods don't stack, so there's not a world in which you get a 1.5x on the Postman's income. Alas. Edit: @Burnt Spaghetti You didn't set the fire did you? I believe thats correct about the fierce diety mask. Since now a couple different people have mathed it and come to the same conclusion (hey its not like i don't trust everyones math, i just dont trust my own, and yall were getting the same numbers i was so maybe something was getting missed, idk xD), i think thats a given unfortunately. It is indeed a shame hats an hoods don't stack, but perhaps that is for the best, that sounds like something a mad man would do Hey. It was always burning, since the world was turning. No i didn't set the fire, nor did i light it, its our job to fight it! Edit: just noticed you changed your picture to match your character. Nice Edited February 21 by Burnt Spaghetti 1
Haelbarde he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 10 minutes ago, Burnt Spaghetti said: Edit: just noticed you changed your picture to match your character. Nice I figured that people might not actually realise that I'm meant to be a character from the game, and seeing I've referred repeatedly to his hat, his bowtie, and his backpack, it probably doesn't hurt people to be able to picture it. I can't really do anything about the fact that I cannot help but hear all the different tunes from around Clock Town whenever I think about the game, or hear the change of day rumble sound for rollovers, so just the picture'll have to do Leaving a lesser form of distruction in his wake as he barrelled through street, crashing through crates and scoffholding blocking the way forwards, he came to stop before the inferno that had once been a building he'd walk past only hours before. The heat would do little to affect his rock like skin, but the deep black smoke could still be a problem. Caution would need to be taken. Something groaned, cracked, and then gave way in the building, shooting its own firework of sparks into the air above. Fresh screams rang out with in. He dove forward, the locked door giving way to the sheer mass and momentum of his balled form. He hoped it was not too late. 2
Burnt Spaghetti she/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) That makes sense Can relate to that too. That clock bell sound be going, and to be fair the ingame music is why i gave my character a flute _______ The flute felt cold in Cindra's hands despite the surrounding heat of panic and flame, frozen in place as she attempted to process what was happening. Except she didn't. How could she? This doesn't happen in reality. Right? It was meant to be a great night, she'd been practicing, she hadn't performed she hadn't- She was finally jolted by her thoughts as another thing exploded nearby and gripped her flute tightly as she began to run. Where too, she didn't have a clue, but all she knew is that she couldn't just stand there. But where was safe? Was anywhere safe? As she began to blindly flee, all she could think about was the moon, and that laugh. That awful sound that echoed around her mind, like it was coming from everywhere at once as the world around her turned red and black from the destruction. Guardians, Goddesses, anyone, please let me never hear that again. Edited February 21 by Burnt Spaghetti 1
Honors Spectral Image She/her Posted February 21 Posted February 21 Wowzers hey at least no ones dead Ig but wow
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 21 Author Posted February 21 (edited) Ap the Apprentice The crowd moved the way water moves when the dam breaks — all at once, without negotiation, and entirely indifferent to what was in the way. The Apprentice was in the way. She went sideways before she went down, carried by a shoulder she never saw into a gap between a vendor's cart and the stone base of a banner post, and she pressed herself flat against it and held on while the plaza emptied itself of everyone who had, ten minutes ago, been singing. A Goron child ran past without his parents, crying in the high helpless way that meant he'd been crying long enough to forget why he'd started. Two Zora women held each other's hands and moved in careful lockstep, refusing to be separated. A man in a paper crown sat on the ground near the stage looking at the sky with an expression of someone doing very complicated arithmetic. Another explosion, north and close, and the crowd surged again and took the banner post with it. The Apprentice ducked under the falling pole, came up in open space, and ran. The Clock Tower was right there. It was always right there — you could not lose it if you tried. She used it the way her grandfather had taught her to use it: keep it in the corner of your eye and it'll keep you honest about where you are. She moved against the flow, which meant she moved badly, taking elbows and shoulders and once a full-handed shove from a man who wasn't looking at her and didn't stop to check, and she went down on one knee on the cobblestones and felt the skin go and didn't stop either. The shop door was open. Not ajar. Open, the way a door goes open when someone doesn't care about closing it behind them. The bell above it was ringing without pause, knocked senseless by the constant jostle of the frame. She stopped in the doorway because her grandfather was not in his chair. He was not behind the counter. He was on the far side of the room with his back to the wall and a blade at his throat, held there by a man in a linen robe the color of old cream, wearing a mask — all of them were wearing masks — Link's face in painted wood, the flat heroic calm of it wrong in every possible way on every one of them. She counted four. One with the sword. Three moving through the shelves with sacks, pulling masks from their hooks with the brisk efficiency of people who had done this before or had practiced doing it in their heads until it felt the same. Her grandfather's eyes found her in the doorway. He did not call out. He did not move. He looked at her with the particular expression he used when he was conveying a great deal of information through the fewest possible signals, the expression she'd spent eleven years learning to read, and what it said now was: go. She did not go. She had a wooden sword, which she was aware was a wooden sword. She was also aware that she was small and that the men in the room were not, and that surprise was the only advantage she had and it was already burning down like a candle. She did not think about this for very long. She had her grandfather's habit of moving first and accounting for it later. She came through the door low and fast and hit the nearest looter behind the knee with everything she had. It was not a skilled blow. It was not a clever blow. It connected mostly because he wasn't looking and because she aimed for the joint the way her grandfather had once told her joints were where even big things came apart. He went down sideways with a grunt and she was already past him, and something hit the floor and she looked and saw it and stopped. The Deku Mask. She knew it the way she knew every mask in the shop — by its hook, its placard, the particular angle at which it sat. She knew this one by the way her grandfather had once paused in front of it for a long time without speaking, the way he only paused in front of things with weight. One of the Hero's masks. Thirty-three years on its hook, though only for show, not sale. She snatched it from the floor without breaking stride and ran for the back corridor, the one behind the false shelf she'd discovered at age six and her grandfather had pretended not to notice ever since. She heard them coming after her. She pressed herself into the dark of the corridor and looked at the mask in her hands. The painted eyes were closed. The wood was old and warm and lighter than it should have been, the way things are sometimes lighter than they look, and she felt something from it that she could not name — not magic exactly, or not only magic, but the accumulated weight of having been worn by someone who had needed it badly and used it well. She thought about the actor-hero on the stage with his prop-ocarina and his shaking arm. She put the mask on. The world tilted. She had been told, in the abstract, what transformation felt like, the way you're told what falling feels like before you fall. The telling does not cover it. She came up on the other side smaller and lower to the ground and made of something that was not quite what she'd been made of a moment ago, her arms different, her center of gravity relocated somewhere in her middle, her mouth full of something that tasted like still water and old wood and the particular readiness of a drawn bow. She stepped out of the corridor. The first bubble she spun up from somewhere in her chest and sent into the nearest robe — he went stiff and stumbled backward into a shelf, and a cascade of smaller masks rattled down around him. The second one she aimed lower on the next man over and caught him at the shin, which was perhaps less effective but caused him to drop his sack and swear, and she was already spinning — the spin came naturally, like something the body remembered that she hadn't known it knew — and the rotation knocked him into the counter. Two down. One turning toward her with his hands out, crouching, trying to find her eyeline now that she was the height of a child's knees. She shot him in the face. He sat down. She turned to the one with the sword and her grandfather and stopped. He hadn't moved. The blade was still there, and his arm was still steady, and behind the Link mask his eyes were watching her with something that was not surprise. He had waited while his companions fell. He had let her work. That meant he had wanted to see what she'd do, which meant he'd known something was coming, which meant— "Well," he said. She knew the voice. She was certain she knew it. It moved through her the way a song moves through you when you hear it in a different room — present but misplaced, the melody clear and the context wrong. She reached for it and couldn't find it, like a word that vanishes the moment you look directly at it. "That's one the Hero's mask," he said. Not a question. He tilted his head with what might have been appreciation. "And here I thought we'd already found the most interesting ones in this shop tonight." His free hand moved to her grandfather's shoulder — almost gently, the way you hold something you're willing to damage. "Come out, little scrub. Drop the mask. And perhaps the old man keeps his voice for more stories." The Apprentice held very still. Her grandfather's eyes found her again across the ruined shop, past the scattered masks and upended shelves and the men sitting on the floor. His expression had changed. It said something different now, something she was still learning to read, something that had more words in it than she had years. Outside, the explosions continued their irregular conversation with the dark. New RP Side Quest The Happy Mask Salesman's shop is being looted by a group of men in robes and matching Link Masks. Ap the Apprentice needs help saving him! 3 hours ago, Haelbarde said: I think that means the only way you might get is if you have the postman's hat. But then even that has challenges. "+1 rupee for each unique player that is delivered a message". So that's a max of 16 rupees gained if as written that only applies once per game, and only if everyone actually decides that limited delayed finite PMs is worth the cost. If that's per cycle, then you would need need 5 or 6 people per cycle to receive PMs for you to reach your goal. And obviously all of this assumes you don't die. ( @Amanuensis Any chance you could clarify the reset time period on the unique recipients?) Ah, yes. So every cycle it resets. Postman can theoretically earn a total of 48 extra rupees per loop, or 96 total across the game, assuming they get the Postman's Hat twice. As stated in the Rules, you cannot bid for a Mask you owned in the previous Loop (staggered only) Edited February 21 by Amanuensis 2
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 6 minutes ago, Amanuensis said: Ah, yes. So every cycle it resets. Postman can theoretically earn a total of 48 extra rupees per loop Ok so then lets redo the Fierce Deity Mask math: L1: (post) 10-5+30+48=83 L2: (bunny) -5+30*1,5=40 L3: (post) -5+30+48=73 L4: (bunny) -5+30*1,5=40 N1B: 94 N1C: 144 N1D: 206 In Conclusion the Fierce Deity will only be in Play during L4 Feel free to double check my math, I am not very confident if its correct
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 21 Author Posted February 21 (edited) This of course also assumes the would be go-getter never dies too, on top of winning every bid + every player receiving a PM every day. Also another factor to consider is how the max number of unique players depends on how many are alive, so 16 per cycle isn't possible anyway. D1-X 16, D2-X 14, D3-X 12 = 42 per loop (max) Edited February 21 by Amanuensis 1
Through the living Wahr He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 Right, I forgot, so that would reduce the amount of maximum possible Rupees in N1D by 12, meaning Fierce Deity is only possible for the Tiebreaker Day
Myst He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 So… most likely the DF is not in play, if it is, it will be loop 5. And only two people have a chance to get it(the people who got the postman and bunny respectively) therefore, In going to go make a tracker of people, and who couldn’t go for it, etc. but, it doesn’t matter right now though, until loop 5 it does not matter. Also, heads up, I will be gone for the next 8ish hours, I might be able to pop in for some RP at some point, but not like actual thoughts yet. I should be on somewhere around rollover though
CoderDrag0n8 He/They Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 hour ago, Amanuensis said: Ap the Apprentice The crowd moved the way water moves when the dam breaks — all at once, without negotiation, and entirely indifferent to what was in the way. The Apprentice was in the way. She went sideways before she went down, carried by a shoulder she never saw into a gap between a vendor's cart and the stone base of a banner post, and she pressed herself flat against it and held on while the plaza emptied itself of everyone who had, ten minutes ago, been singing. A Goron child ran past without his parents, crying in the high helpless way that meant he'd been crying long enough to forget why he'd started. Two Zora women held each other's hands and moved in careful lockstep, refusing to be separated. A man in a paper crown sat on the ground near the stage looking at the sky with an expression of someone doing very complicated arithmetic. Another explosion, north and close, and the crowd surged again and took the banner post with it. The Apprentice ducked under the falling pole, came up in open space, and ran. The Clock Tower was right there. It was always right there — you could not lose it if you tried. She used it the way her grandfather had taught her to use it: keep it in the corner of your eye and it'll keep you honest about where you are. She moved against the flow, which meant she moved badly, taking elbows and shoulders and once a full-handed shove from a man who wasn't looking at her and didn't stop to check, and she went down on one knee on the cobblestones and felt the skin go and didn't stop either. The shop door was open. Not ajar. Open, the way a door goes open when someone doesn't care about closing it behind them. The bell above it was ringing without pause, knocked senseless by the constant jostle of the frame. She stopped in the doorway because her grandfather was not in his chair. He was not behind the counter. He was on the far side of the room with his back to the wall and a blade at his throat, held there by a man in a linen robe the color of old cream, wearing a mask — all of them were wearing masks — Link's face in painted wood, the flat heroic calm of it wrong in every possible way on every one of them. She counted four. One with the sword. Three moving through the shelves with sacks, pulling masks from their hooks with the brisk efficiency of people who had done this before or had practiced doing it in their heads until it felt the same. Her grandfather's eyes found her in the doorway. He did not call out. He did not move. He looked at her with the particular expression he used when he was conveying a great deal of information through the fewest possible signals, the expression she'd spent eleven years learning to read, and what it said now was: go. She did not go. She had a wooden sword, which she was aware was a wooden sword. She was also aware that she was small and that the men in the room were not, and that surprise was the only advantage she had and it was already burning down like a candle. She did not think about this for very long. She had her grandfather's habit of moving first and accounting for it later. She came through the door low and fast and hit the nearest looter behind the knee with everything she had. It was not a skilled blow. It was not a clever blow. It connected mostly because he wasn't looking and because she aimed for the joint the way her grandfather had once told her joints were where even big things came apart. He went down sideways with a grunt and she was already past him, and something hit the floor and she looked and saw it and stopped. The Deku Mask. She knew it the way she knew every mask in the shop — by its hook, its placard, the particular angle at which it sat. She knew this one by the way her grandfather had once paused in front of it for a long time without speaking, the way he only paused in front of things with weight. One of the Hero's masks. Thirty-three years on its hook, though only for show, not sale. She snatched it from the floor without breaking stride and ran for the back corridor, the one behind the false shelf she'd discovered at age six and her grandfather had pretended not to notice ever since. She heard them coming after her. She pressed herself into the dark of the corridor and looked at the mask in her hands. The painted eyes were closed. The wood was old and warm and lighter than it should have been, the way things are sometimes lighter than they look, and she felt something from it that she could not name — not magic exactly, or not only magic, but the accumulated weight of having been worn by someone who had needed it badly and used it well. She thought about the actor-hero on the stage with his prop-ocarina and his shaking arm. She put the mask on. The world tilted. She had been told, in the abstract, what transformation felt like, the way you're told what falling feels like before you fall. The telling does not cover it. She came up on the other side smaller and lower to the ground and made of something that was not quite what she'd been made of a moment ago, her arms different, her center of gravity relocated somewhere in her middle, her mouth full of something that tasted like still water and old wood and the particular readiness of a drawn bow. She stepped out of the corridor. The first bubble she spun up from somewhere in her chest and sent into the nearest robe — he went stiff and stumbled backward into a shelf, and a cascade of smaller masks rattled down around him. The second one she aimed lower on the next man over and caught him at the shin, which was perhaps less effective but caused him to drop his sack and swear, and she was already spinning — the spin came naturally, like something the body remembered that she hadn't known it knew — and the rotation knocked him into the counter. Two down. One turning toward her with his hands out, crouching, trying to find her eyeline now that she was the height of a child's knees. She shot him in the face. He sat down. She turned to the one with the sword and her grandfather and stopped. He hadn't moved. The blade was still there, and his arm was still steady, and behind the Link mask his eyes were watching her with something that was not surprise. He had waited while his companions fell. He had let her work. That meant he had wanted to see what she'd do, which meant he'd known something was coming, which meant— "Well," he said. She knew the voice. She was certain she knew it. It moved through her the way a song moves through you when you hear it in a different room — present but misplaced, the melody clear and the context wrong. She reached for it and couldn't find it, like a word that vanishes the moment you look directly at it. "That's one the Hero's mask," he said. Not a question. He tilted his head with what might have been appreciation. "And here I thought we'd already found the most interesting ones in this shop tonight." His free hand moved to her grandfather's shoulder — almost gently, the way you hold something you're willing to damage. "Come out, little scrub. Drop the mask. And perhaps the old man keeps his voice for more stories." The Apprentice held very still. Her grandfather's eyes found her again across the ruined shop, past the scattered masks and upended shelves and the men sitting on the floor. His expression had changed. It said something different now, something she was still learning to read, something that had more words in it than she had years. Outside, the explosions continued their irregular conversation with the dark. New RP Side Quest The Happy Mask Salesman's shop is being looted by a group of men in robes and matching Link Masks. Ap the Apprentice needs help saving him! Ah, yes. So every cycle it resets. Postman can theoretically earn a total of 48 extra rupees per loop, or 96 total across the game, assuming they get the Postman's Hat twice. As stated in the Rules, you cannot bid for a Mask you owned in the previous Loop (staggered only) So the DF is possible? But extremely unlikely? Ok, ok. This also means that there are now only 2 people who can get the DF, the 2 who currently have the postman's and the bunny. If either of them die or dont get the next hat/hood they need, then they will never be able to get the FD. This also means that if they do manage to keep themselves going (with also never buying any other mask) their team will win Loop 5 (tiebreaker). If we never reach tiebreaker, all their efforts will be for naught. Now we reach the question. Player X has the postman's hat L1, and Player Y has the bunny hood L1. Does Player Z go for either the bunny hood or postman's hat? Is the FD too powerful to let it fall into the wrong hands? Or is it so powerful that we need the chance to grab it? Yay! Discussion post! - - - Squircle had finally reached the center of the explosions. It did not look good. People say that Dragons don't care for humans. This was true, at least somewhat. Of course, Dragons would help a human in need. But of course dragons naturally saw them as... lesser. But even a human can rise to rival a dragon. Something caught his eye. The... Happy Mask Salesman's Shop. He felt magic radiating from it, just like he'd been told. But.... something felt off. The magic... felt active. That didn't fit with what he'd been told. Then he heard the bell. Hard to hear over the roaring crowd. Dinging like a faint call for help. Then he saw the door. Wide open, like someone didn't have the time to shut the door behind them Or didn't want too. He ran in. He saw the old man pinned to the bookshelf. He saw the stranger holding a knife to the man's throat. He saw a woman in a mask, standing uncertaintly. Salesman, Intruder, Apprentice. He had heard of the first and last. But did not know the apprentice was skilled enough to leave those bodies unconsious on the floor. People say that Dragons do not care for humans. But even a human can rise to rival a dragon. He ran up and hit the intruder in the back of the head. 2
Archer he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 1 hour ago, CoderDrag0n8 said: He ran up and hit the intruder in the back of the head. “My hero!” swooned Ouae as Squircle walloped the intruder. “Not like them, they’re imposter Heroes. Dispatch these monsters!” Ouae draped herself over his arm, dripping water all over and frankly, getting in the way. “What strong muscles you have. This will be a piece of cake! Which reminds me of my Monster Cake recipe. It’s said that once you have a taste of this cake, you’ll never forget its sweetness…” The Zoran babbled as the intruder came to their senses and began throwing punches. 1
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 21 Author Posted February 21 Ap the Apprentice It happened very fast and very quietly, which was why it took her a moment to understand what had happened at all. One instant the man with the sword was watching her across the shop with that patient, knowing stillness. The next he was on the floor, and someone was standing where he had been, and the sword was not at her grandfather's throat anymore. The Apprentice blinked her new eyes — larger than her old ones, and set differently in her face, and better at tracking movement in low light, which she filed away for later — and looked at the stranger. He was young and road-worn, his clothes the color of long travel, leather gloves scratched to softness, hair doing whatever it wanted. He had moved without sound, without announcement, without any of the warning a person that size ought to give before doing something that decisive. She had not heard him come in. She had not seen him in her peripheral vision. He had simply appeared, in the way that certain very useful things appear exactly when you have run out of alternatives. She made a sound that was meant to be thank you and came out as a reedy, woody chirp, and then she ran past him to her grandfather. He was already straightening, one hand braced against the wall, the other pressing flat to his sternum in the considering way he had when he was taking inventory of himself. She grabbed his sleeve with fingers that were not quite fingers anymore and pulled herself up to his height — she had lost several inches to the transformation, which she was also filing away, this time with considerably more feeling — and looked at his face. "I'm all right," he said, which was what he always said, and she looked at the mark on his throat where the blade had pressed and decided to believe him the way she always did: mostly, with reservations. She looked back at the stranger. She spread her not-quite-hands in what she hoped translated across species as I don't know who you are but I am extremely glad you exist. Then she reached up and took hold of the mask's edge and pulled. It did not move. She pulled harder. The mask fit her face the way her face fit her skull — flush, continuous, not a seam she could find with her fingertips. She got her fingers under the rim at the temple and tugged until her eyes watered and the mask stayed precisely where it was, and then she made a sound that had more feeling in it than any word she knew and turned to her grandfather with what she suspected was a very expressive expression, given that her face was currently a mask. He was already looking at her with the expression she least wanted to see on him, the one that preceded difficult explanations. He knelt to her new height. "The mask requires a song," he said, quietly, in the voice he used for things that were true and unwelcome. "A particular song, played on a particular instrument. Without it—" He touched the edge of the mask gently, confirming what she already knew. "It will come off when it's ready. Not before." She stared at him. He met her stare with the steady patience of someone who has delivered worse news to worse situations. She turned away before either of them could dwell on it further and looked at the room. The four men were on the floor — three from her bubbles and the spin, one from the stranger's intervention — all of them breathing, none of them moving. She walked to the nearest one and looked at the Link mask on his face, the flat heroic calm of it, and something about the way it sat nagged at her. She had handled enough masks to know how they rested against a face. This one rested wrong. Or rather, it rested too right. Too flush. She reached down and took hold of the mask's edge. It did not lift away. She looked at her grandfather. "Grandfather," she said, which came out as a series of notes, and then remembered, and looked at the stranger, who she had no way to communicate with directly at the moment, and tried to convey with her posture and a pointed gesture what she was asking: help me with this. He leaned down and tried himself and arrived at the same conclusion she had. The mask was not on the man's face. The mask was the man's face, or had become it, fused at every edge, the painted wood continuous with skin in a way that had no clean boundary, that looked like something that had happened slowly rather than all at once. As if it had been growing there. Her grandfather made a sound she had never heard him make before. She looked up. He was kneeling beside her now, and his face had gone somewhere very controlled and still, the way it went when he was thinking faster than he was willing to show. He took the man's wrist. He turned it over. He looked for a long moment at the inside of the forearm. "Come and see," he said to the room. There was a brand there. Not a scar, not ink — a brand, clean-edged and deliberate, in the shape of a symbol she didn't know: three Z's, nested inside each other like a set of closing eyes, each one smaller than the last, each one curled into the curve of the next. She looked at the next man's wrist, and the next. All four. The same symbol, the same placement, the same quality of intention behind it. The stranger was looking too. She turned to her grandfather. "Dreamers," he said, and the word sat in the ruined shop like an object placed on a table. He stood slowly, and looked at the branded wrists, and then at the fused masks, and his expression had stopped being controlled and become something sadder and more specific. "They call themselves that. A cult — the word is inadequate — who believe that this world is not real. That we are all of us a dream, playing out in the mind of a dying boy." He paused. "The Hero of Time. They believe he is dying somewhere, and that Termina is the dream his mind is making as it goes out. They believe that when he finally dies—" His hands folded in front of him. "—we will go with him. And that this is as it should be. That waking is the only mercy left." She looked at the fused masks. At the brands. "They have been doing this to themselves for some time," he said. "Long enough, it seems, to find the passage." She looked at him. "They came through the sewage tunnels," he said. "Beneath the Tower. The Clock Wards have controlled the underground access since Mayor Bremor took office — the main entrance is through the Ward compound itself." He looked at the back of the shop, at the door that led to the passage, and his voice stayed careful and level in the way that meant he was deciding how worried to be. "Which means either the Dreamers have found another way in, or someone let them use the one that exists." The bell above the front door rang, jostled by the chaos still churning through the plaza outside. No one had come through it. Then, from the passage behind the false shelf — the one she had used not twenty minutes ago as a child, what felt like a long time ago now — came a voice. And then another. Low, unhurried, the specific quiet of people who do not think they need to be careful. More than two. Possibly more than four. She looked at the stranger. He looked at her. Somewhere under the Clock Tower, footsteps were getting closer. 11 minutes ago, Archer said: “My hero!” swooned Ouae as Squircle walloped the intruder. “Not like them, they’re imposter Heroes. Dispatch these monsters!” Ouae draped herself over his arm, dripping water all over and frankly, getting in the way. “What strong muscles you have. This will be a piece of cake! Which reminds me of my Monster Cake recipe. It’s said that once you have a taste of this cake, you’ll never forget its sweetness…” The Zoran babbled as the intruder came to their senses and began throwing punches. Rude to ninja the GM who spent his break polishing / readapting RP 2
Haelbarde he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 (edited) 4 hours ago, Amanuensis said: Ah, yes. So every cycle it resets. Postman can theoretically earn a total of 48 extra rupees per loop, or 96 total across the game, assuming they get the Postman's Hat twice. As stated in the Rules, you cannot bid for a Mask you owned in the previous Loop (staggered only) Ah, that makes sense, I had missed that masks reset each loop, so that's good to know. Does mean there's limited utility in purchasing a mask during cycle 3 as it takes time to actually wear the mask as well. So a D1 purchase gives you the most time to use one. So outside of a money hat, even if it were possible to purchase a tier 3 mask during loop 2, you might opt to wait until loop 3 to actually try it. Which I think means there is going to be very limited information to be gained by any of the masks, with a low probability at that So once the execution discussion is going to be most important aspect of gaining info as we try and get most info we can from the boss mask acquisitions. Imagine that His arms trembled as he forced the blazing tinder aloft. The mother bundled her child in her arms, her eyes darting wildly as she stumbled back along the trail he had broken through the burning building. The house whined. He knew it would soon collapse and he could do no good buried in rubble that could take days to clear. As he staggered out after the woman, he hoped that no one had been left behind. Edited February 21 by Haelbarde horizontal rule 1
Doc12 Posted February 21 Posted February 21 "Zymni, where are you?" Thistle was on the ground where they had tripped and fallen, their heartbeat pounding loud in their ears. They had managed to roll under a table to avoid being trampled as people screamed and panicked all around. They didn't understand what was happening, they had been on their way to the plaza and then... They had thought the sound was fireworks, but then the screaming had begun, and a mob was running every which way, and Thistle had turned to run too, only to be knocked around and to trip on a loose flagstone. From their point of view, boots were still running past their hiding spot, and oh goddesses was that a rolling Goron - Thistle dove out of the way just as the bulk of the Goron smashed the table they had been hiding under and splintered it. "Zymni!" They had to get back to their shop - back to their shop, and then they could barricade it, be safe inside - but where was Zymni? "I hope you're somewhere here, Zymni..." Thistle checked their shadow again - was it darker? it was night, who could tell? Thistle picked themselves up. Alright. The fastest way through their shop was still through the plaza. And now that the crowd had run away from the plaza and the Tower, it would probably be safer to run that direction than risk getting trampled again. Alright. Through the Plaza, to the East ward, to their shop. Thistle took a deep breath, and started running in the direction of their shop. ---------------------- So from what I'm seeing even with the new information, there's still no way the Fierce Deity mask can really come into play other than in Loop 5 with perfect play ie:getting postman and bunny each cycle and also relying on everyone alive to be sending PMs. Which works out because I had already thought that there was no point in trying to aim for that mask I'm a reads player, but I admittedly really skimmed a lot. So I'm bunching people into groups for now. There hasn't really been any accusations or reason to find people suspicious yet, so I'm kind of grouping people into the order by which they're present/giving information. I've often said that mechanical advice is usually neutral alignment because it allows you to contribute while not giving any actual views or thoughts on other players, which is something I still stand by, so. Most prominent: Archer and Wonko. For better or worse, they dominated D1 discussion and laid out in very clear terms what the stakes are for the elims. I'm not sure if I find one of them more or less suspicious - Wonko gave out a strategy first and Archer said he wanted to wait til the NK, both actions could be suspicious. Also very active: Mistfallen, Divergent- engaging with Wonko and Archer on discussions. Consistently active and helpful: Burnt, Hael, Coco, Wahr - PM safety, mask math, asking many questions Present: Araris, TUM, CD, myself - some analysis, some math, some views. Mostly absent: Honor's Ghost, Ashbringer, TJ My gut read right now is that Wonko's earnestness seems genuine. I'm not sure about Archer, just because my last game with him he was also very active and encouraging and was an elim. I don't know. Things that are a little glaring and push them from warning us about elim plays to actively tipping off elims are things like Archer suggesting the elims NK more than one of themselves to muddle the pool, or Wonko saying how much the Great Fairy Mask would help the elims. Good things to keep in mind, but probably not very helpful to announce in thread. 1
Myst He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 5 minutes ago, Doc12 said: "Zymni, where are you?" Thistle was on the ground where they had tripped and fallen, their heartbeat pounding loud in their ears. They had managed to roll under a table to avoid being trampled as people screamed and panicked all around. They didn't understand what was happening, they had been on their way to the plaza and then... They had thought the sound was fireworks, but then the screaming had begun, and a mob was running every which way, and Thistle had turned to run too, only to be knocked around and to trip on a loose flagstone. From their point of view, boots were still running past their hiding spot, and oh goddesses was that a rolling Goron - Thistle dove out of the way just as the bulk of the Goron smashed the table they had been hiding under and splintered it. "Zymni!" They had to get back to their shop - back to their shop, and then they could barricade it, be safe inside - but where was Zymni? "I hope you're somewhere here, Zymni..." Thistle checked their shadow again - was it darker? it was night, who could tell? Thistle picked themselves up. Alright. The fastest way through their shop was still through the plaza. And now that the crowd had run away from the plaza and the Tower, it would probably be safer to run that direction than risk getting trampled again. Alright. Through the Plaza, to the East ward, to their shop. Thistle took a deep breath, and started running in the direction of their shop. ---------------------- So from what I'm seeing even with the new information, there's still no way the Fierce Deity mask can really come into play other than in Loop 5 with perfect play ie:getting postman and bunny each cycle and also relying on everyone alive to be sending PMs. Which works out because I had already thought that there was no point in trying to aim for that mask I'm a reads player, but I admittedly really skimmed a lot. So I'm bunching people into groups for now. There hasn't really been any accusations or reason to find people suspicious yet, so I'm kind of grouping people into the order by which they're present/giving information. I've often said that mechanical advice is usually neutral alignment because it allows you to contribute while not giving any actual views or thoughts on other players, which is something I still stand by, so. Most prominent: Archer and Wonko. For better or worse, they dominated D1 discussion and laid out in very clear terms what the stakes are for the elims. I'm not sure if I find one of them more or less suspicious - Wonko gave out a strategy first and Archer said he wanted to wait til the NK, both actions could be suspicious. Also very active: Mistfallen, Divergent- engaging with Wonko and Archer on discussions. Consistently active and helpful: Burnt, Hael, Coco, Wahr - PM safety, mask math, asking many questions Present: Araris, TUM, CD, myself - some analysis, some math, some views. Mostly absent: Honor's Ghost, Ashbringer, TJ My gut read right now is that Wonko's earnestness seems genuine. I'm not sure about Archer, just because my last game with him he was also very active and encouraging and was an elim. I don't know. Things that are a little glaring and push them from warning us about elim plays to actively tipping off elims are things like Archer suggesting the elims NK more than one of themselves to muddle the pool, or Wonko saying how much the Great Fairy Mask would help the elims. Good things to keep in mind, but probably not very helpful to announce in thread. I was going to wait to share my reads, but it seems everyone is, so I might as well spoilered for length and font size Spoiler Okay, so now that we can vote, here’s what insight Ive gotten over the last Day/Night. First off, based purely on reasoning, I think I know the Elim team.(I’m sure half of it is wrong, because some of my reasoning is pretty surface level). This might change based on what yall say, but I believe the Elim team consists of: Wonko, Honor, Coder, and Archer. I’ll go through one by one to justify. Honor’s Ghost: She’s posted once. Once, where she pretty much just said, “No one died, yay” but I know she can’t be making the same mistake I did, and forgot NKs were a night action, because literally the first thing you see when opening the thread is me making that mistake. As for the only one post, it can’t be inactivity, she never mentioned anything in sign-ups or in thread, but I’ve seen her stalking the thread, and she’s been on since the game started. Honor’s only been Elim once before, in the AG, where she got voted out immediately, and it’s understandable that she’d be wary of that again. She doesn’t know what to do, and so she’s not doing anything. Elim. Wonko the Sane: Literally has just been giving game info. Wonko has stated that he isn’t giving advice on how we should play. He’s stated that he’s not helping. He also felt the need to say later that he’s the most manipulable person here. There is no reason to say any of that other than an Elim messing up and trying to cover. Not to mention he was literally giving the Elims strategy in thread. And, later on, he said he and archer were confident they could do a no room for error run. Archer never said that. Archer said that it was a possibility, and might be optimal. Wonko could only know what that Archer was confident if he had communication with Archer outside of thread(i.e. an Elim doc) this leads to my next person as Elim: Archer: first off, archer was also literally brainstorming Elim strategy in thread. Also, I mentioned how the only way for Wonko to know Archer was confident was for them both to be in an Elim doc, basically both of them being Elim. Furthermore, Archer told everyone to get a blue mask. A first, this seems a village action, however, Archer kept saying it, later saying that they should try for two blue masks. This could be Archer just trying to make sure the village has the masks, or it could be archer trying to strangle information. As Wonko said, the village thrives on communication(before he immediately said we should not share roles, furthering my belief he’s Elim) Coder: I think Coder is an Elim for similar reasons to Honor. He definitely has been more active then Honor, but everything has just been either rules questions(which you can do in your GM PM) or RP. Coder has never been Elim before, and so, like Honor, I think he’s trying to figure out what to do, while stalling and trying to seem active. This is probably my weakest read though. That said, the time he did have an analysis adjacent post, he pretty much restated what I did the post before, and then celebrated posting it. I think he’s Elim Overall: I think I know the Elim team, based on what I’ve seen. And it could change(I’m not 100% sure about my read on Coder). I also know that not everyone will agree with this. However, I’ve seen that people do seem suspicious of Wonko as well, and so I suggest we start with him, and go from there. Maybe y’all’s reads will change how I think of this. *The format is weird because I copy-pasted this.(I knew what my analysis was, and I wasn’t going to post it till d2, but I still needed to write it out to make sure it made sense to me)
Amanuensis he/him Posted February 21 Author Posted February 21 (edited) What Ap currently looks like btw Anyway, pro-tip, for a short window after pasting anything, there is a small pop up you can click to reformat the rich text to the site's default, near the bottom right of the text box Edited February 21 by Amanuensis 3
Myst He/Him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 15 minutes ago, Amanuensis said: What Ap currently looks like btw Anyway, pro-tip, for a short window after pasting anything, there is a small pop up you can click to reformat the rich text to the site's default, near the bottom right of the text box Too much work, but thanks. If anyone in my reads would like to respond that’d be great. Hopefully I don’t get killed for it. That said… Elims, how do you know I don’t have the dongoro mask? But if you don’t kill me now, and if I don’t have it, I could get the blast mask, or the Romani Mask. I gotta get back to rehearsal, see ya.
Archer he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 23 minutes ago, Doc12 said: I'm not sure about Archer, just because my last game with him he was also very active and encouraging and was an elim. I don't know. Things that are a little glaring and push them from warning us about elim plays to actively tipping off elims are things like Archer suggesting the elims NK more than one of themselves to muddle the pool, or Wonko saying how much the Great Fairy Mask would help the elims. Good things to keep in mind, but probably not very helpful to announce in thread. I read a post of yours and immediately thought it was village, then had flashbacks to last game and backtracked on it. 14 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: I was going to wait to share my reads, but it seems everyone is, so I might as well spoilered for length and font size Hide contents Okay, so now that we can vote, here’s what insight Ive gotten over the last Day/Night. First off, based purely on reasoning, I think I know the Elim team.(I’m sure half of it is wrong, because some of my reasoning is pretty surface level). This might change based on what yall say, but I believe the Elim team consists of: Wonko, Honor, Coder, and Archer. I’ll go through one by one to justify. Honor’s Ghost: She’s posted once. Once, where she pretty much just said, “No one died, yay” but I know she can’t be making the same mistake I did, and forgot NKs were a night action, because literally the first thing you see when opening the thread is me making that mistake. As for the only one post, it can’t be inactivity, she never mentioned anything in sign-ups or in thread, but I’ve seen her stalking the thread, and she’s been on since the game started. Honor’s only been Elim once before, in the AG, where she got voted out immediately, and it’s understandable that she’d be wary of that again. She doesn’t know what to do, and so she’s not doing anything. Elim. Wonko the Sane: Literally has just been giving game info. Wonko has stated that he isn’t giving advice on how we should play. He’s stated that he’s not helping. He also felt the need to say later that he’s the most manipulable person here. There is no reason to say any of that other than an Elim messing up and trying to cover. Not to mention he was literally giving the Elims strategy in thread. And, later on, he said he and archer were confident they could do a no room for error run. Archer never said that. Archer said that it was a possibility, and might be optimal. Wonko could only know what that Archer was confident if he had communication with Archer outside of thread(i.e. an Elim doc) this leads to my next person as Elim: Archer: first off, archer was also literally brainstorming Elim strategy in thread. Also, I mentioned how the only way for Wonko to know Archer was confident was for them both to be in an Elim doc, basically both of them being Elim. Furthermore, Archer told everyone to get a blue mask. A first, this seems a village action, however, Archer kept saying it, later saying that they should try for two blue masks. This could be Archer just trying to make sure the village has the masks, or it could be archer trying to strangle information. As Wonko said, the village thrives on communication(before he immediately said we should not share roles, furthering my belief he’s Elim) Coder: I think Coder is an Elim for similar reasons to Honor. He definitely has been more active then Honor, but everything has just been either rules questions(which you can do in your GM PM) or RP. Coder has never been Elim before, and so, like Honor, I think he’s trying to figure out what to do, while stalling and trying to seem active. This is probably my weakest read though. That said, the time he did have an analysis adjacent post, he pretty much restated what I did the post before, and then celebrated posting it. I think he’s Elim Overall: I think I know the Elim team, based on what I’ve seen. And it could change(I’m not 100% sure about my read on Coder). I also know that not everyone will agree with this. However, I’ve seen that people do seem suspicious of Wonko as well, and so I suggest we start with him, and go from there. Maybe y’all’s reads will change how I think of this. *The format is weird because I copy-pasted this.(I knew what my analysis was, and I wasn’t going to post it till d2, but I still needed to write it out to make sure it made sense to me) CTRL+SHIFT+V also works on Windows for plain text pasting. I'm not sure why you read suggesting we put in for two blue masks as strangling information. It doesn't really matter who controls the masks, so long as they're village. Playing the odds increases the likelihood they end up with a villager, even if it's not the villager who volunteered first. I can speak to the elim strategy stuff tomorrow.
coco.pudding she/they Posted February 21 Posted February 21 When the explosions go off, Amora’s first instinct is to run. She stumbles away from the blast and the crowd, knowing it could be dangerous if people start a stampede. She scans the square, searching for an unblocked street opening to get away. As she does, her eyes fall upon a child, lying on the ground, his foot stuck in a gap in the cobblestones. And behind him, people, panicking, running away, the child in their path. She rushes to him, freeing his foot and pulling him away from the stampede, then depositing him in the relative safety of a nearby shop. For a moment, she panics, wondering why she would do something like that. She’s no hero, after all. But doing something good felt…good. So she takes a deep breath, steeling herself, and looks out into the square for more people in danger. She spots another, curled on the ground as people run all around them. She rushes in, dragging the person out of danger. She spots another, and another, each time a person who has fallen behind or to the ground in the chaos, terrified people stampeding all around them, and each time rushes in to pull them away from the danger. It feels good. Finally doing something instead of just watching and fleeing with the rest. Not like the last time. This time, maybe she could be a hero. —————————————————— Yall I did not come up with an actual character before this but uh I guess we’re just making up some random lore bits on the spot now, yippee! Anyway here’s some actual game related stuff now, I don’t have a more detailed analysis at the moment but I’ll get that done soon, for now just some random thoughts: I do think Wonko and Archer are ones to be watched, but it seems like a weird choice for elims to be strategizing in thread. So maybe that’s not as suspicious as we were originally thinking? I think Mistfallen’s reads could make sense. My thoughts on Wonko and Archer are above. As for Honor’s Ghost and Coder, I just don’t know that they’ve done enough to tell. Maybe the fact they haven’t done much is suspicious in itself, but then we should also be looking at the others who have been less active as well. I’m curious to see what both of their responses will be. I’d say the person I’m currently most suspicious of is Archer, but that may change with their response. Most of the conversation during the day seemed to revolve around what our strategy for this loop should be, as well as trying to predict what the elims might do. Did we ever actually come to a consensus on that? I don’t think we did. I don’t feel like I’m experienced enough to determine if that’s a thing we need to do, but maybe it is? Or should we not since that would essentially just tell the elims what we’re going to do? Last game I had a tendency to generally think the best of people, which ended up losing us the game. Hopefully I’ve learned from that a bit and will be less naive this time. 1
Doc12 Posted February 21 Posted February 21 I am hilariously behind. I've never been good at distro/mechanic solving, and this game seems to require a lot of it. I joined the game for the time looping, dead don't stay dead mechanic. I wasn't expecting it to be d1 and people are doing math and coming to the conclusion that a mask was unobtainable, or for people to already plot out every possible elim action. It's a lot of fun so far! I just want to apologize for being utterly unhelpful in mechanics discussion. 37 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said: Archer: first off, archer was also literally brainstorming Elim strategy in thread. Also, I mentioned how the only way for Wonko to know Archer was confident was for them both to be in an Elim doc, basically both of them being Elim. Furthermore, Archer told everyone to get a blue mask. A first, this seems a village action, however, Archer kept saying it, later saying that they should try for two blue masks. This could be Archer just trying to make sure the village has the masks, or it could be archer trying to strangle information. As Wonko said, the village thrives on communication(before he immediately said we should not share roles, furthering my belief he’s Elim) I've already shared that I do think Wonko and Archer are being too helpful, but I'm not quite sure about your reasoning here re: brainstorming elim strategy in thread. the elims whole thing is that they don't have a doc, so they would be brainstorming in doc. I would actually credit Archer re: elim strategy in that there are many things that he did not have to make the village aware of and could have kept in the doc. I don't know - i go back and forth. I think the loop 1 strategy, while completely new to me, is not new to people who have played Resistance and are familiar with meta strategies. So it's quite possible that they're both e! and talked about in doc, or one or both of them is v! and they came up with the idea independently. The other thing that sticks out is Archer volunteering for the d2 exe. Quick thoughts. Spoiler V!Wonko, E!Archer world V!Wonko first shares thoughts in thread. E!Archer also planning to share the strategy after n1 to seem more helpful, and is forced to respond and agree. E!Archer then goes on to exhaustively go over strategy and also volunteer themselves for d2 exe, which per their discussion, if the elims were intending to throw loop 1, this would be a very simple way to get an elim exed and active in the dead doc. E!Wonko, V!Archer Mistfallen pointed out that Wonko's insistence on them being easily manipulated and not being good with social reads was a little forced, which I kind of agree with. I also think the great fairy mask advice, which seems like something that an elim would want to keep to themselves, is not as helpful as it seems because there are still a couple loops before it would even see play, and just seems like a way to get points for warning village. Both V! Maybe things really are just as they seem. I think the thing that sticks out here is Archer volunteering for D2 exe, which right now makes me more hesitant to actually exe him. Archer literally said the elims should kill one of their own to lose the cycle and ensure there aren't any hard clears. And now they're saying 'I want to be exed'. 3 minutes ago, coco.pudding said: Last game I had a tendency to generally think the best of people, which ended up losing us the game. Hopefully I’ve learned from that a bit and will be less naive this time. I said I was sorry
Araris Valerian he/him Posted February 21 Posted February 21 6 minutes ago, coco.pudding said: Most of the conversation during the day seemed to revolve around what our strategy for this loop should be, as well as trying to predict what the elims might do. Did we ever actually come to a consensus on that? I don’t think we did. I don’t feel like I’m experienced enough to determine if that’s a thing we need to do, but maybe it is? Or should we not since that would essentially just tell the elims what we’re going to do? I mean, we don’t have to come to a consensus on a strategy. I’m gonna be voting for folks that look like elims and trying to see who reacts suspiciously. Ultimately our goal is to get as many reads as possible, and then to refine those reads. The first cycle only gives us a couple of exes to work with, so we likely won’t figure out a ton, but you work with what you can. 1 hour ago, Doc12 said: My gut read right now is that Wonko's earnestness seems genuine. I feel like anyone excited about playing the game could have made that post. But from a villager I’d want them to go further. That’s why I’m flagging Wonko.
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