Long Game 110? [Sign Ups]: Termina Abandoned (A Majora's Mask Mafia Adventure)

[Myst He/Him]

Just now, Doc12 said:

Bossy. I like it  

He’s confirmed village, I’m confident he knows what he’s doing. I think he’s planning on killing me though 

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

how’s the night going chat

[Burnt Spaghetti she/her]

Just now, DrakeMarshall said:

how’s the night going chat

i feel like this has been one of the most talky nights in a while. Much less rp, many talk

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

I should do RP…

[Ashbringer he/him]

4 minutes ago, Burnt Spaghetti said:

I will go for a purple, I'm not going to say which though. I realize the elims aren't likely to be targeting those of us who were alive last loop, but i still don't love the idea of them knowing who has what, especially when redirects and roleblocks are still a factor.

Unfortunately, “not going to say which” isn’t a Purple I can prove you have. Keaton is, though. And conviniently gives you access to that redirect you’re worried about 

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

Hey, Burnt, why’d you choose to track Mistfallen in particular anyways?

I suppose there are worst things to spend the night talking about

[Myst He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Ashbringer said:

Unfortunately, “not going to say which” isn’t a Purple I can prove you have. Keaton is, though. And conviniently gives you access to that redirect you’re worried about 

I think I am getting killed, that’s fair

Edit: burnt, your insistence to not say what you’re going for makes me more convinced you have Stone, even if you haven’t equipped it yet

Edited March 12 by Mistfallen Soldier

[Ashbringer he/him]

Just now, Mistfallen Soldier said:

I think I am getting killed, that’s fair

If you get NKed by the Elim team after being put in a 50:50 Elim and a 30:30:30 Stone, I'll eat my hat.

... speaking of which, who has my hat? Someone's the Captain this time.

(Don't answer that. Unless you want to PM me the answer, in which case I'll take it.)

[Myst He/Him]

Just now, Ashbringer said:

If you get NKed by the Elim team after being put in a 50:50 Elim and a 30:30:30 Stone, I'll eat my hat.

... speaking of which, who has my hat? Someone's the Captain this time.

(Don't answer that. Unless you want to PM me the answer, in which case I'll take it.)

I thought you were planning on exeing me. How else would you check that I have gibdo?

Also, will the gibdo mask still allow you to see the dead doc?

[Amanuensis he/him]

30 minutes remain in the Night to earn Rupees and submit actions

[Burnt Spaghetti she/her]

17 minutes ago, Ashbringer said:

Unfortunately, “not going to say which” isn’t a Purple I can prove you have. Keaton is, though. And conviniently gives you access to that redirect you’re worried about 

Shhh

Does this mean you will be going for gibdo? 

If we have two people going for each purple, then we also have a way of confirming who got what. Otherwise as mist says, they have to be killed to test for that. Which is fine by me, but also if they have stone then we've already wasted the exe, vs knowing that they dont have it, either by not winning the coin flip or by secretly being broke

 

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30 minutes ago, Doc12 said:

She wasn't coming. 

When midnight came, Thistle had stopped walking, motioning to everyone else to go ahead without her. They'd sat themselves on a rock by the roadside, and waited. A few of their friends had given Thistle looks, and Cindra had offered to stay with them, but Thistle had promised to catch up. 

When Thistle stopped to wait, Cindra's heart ached for her. She wanted to wait, not wanting Thistle to be alone, but she understood. She'd heard the exchange, she knew Thistle would need space. 

"I know you probably aren't hungry... but I don't know how long you'll be waiting for, so... here. " Cindra pressed some sweets into Thistles hand. "I'll be at the back waiting for you okay?"

As they moved on without thistle, she found herself frequently looking back, this time not at the town but at the small silhouette that stayed unmoving on that rock. She found herself saying small prayers for Thistles sake, that Amora would return and Thistle would have all of her people staying by her side.

Edited March 12 by Burnt Spaghetti

[Amanuensis he/him]

8 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said:

Also, will the gibdo mask still allow you to see the dead doc?

I've thought about it but no.

[Ashbringer he/him]

I'm grabbing Circus. And I'd rather have it myself, rather than someone yoink it from me again. That lets me check at least one person.

Mist grabs Gibdo. Burnt+Doc grab Keaton. Partially because I want to avoid one specific scenario. Partially because I trust Mist the least and Gibdo is at least somewhat provable. Partially because of something you'll each hear about hopefully soon.

(Partially because I forgot we don't see what masks are bought during the Night...)

[Myst He/Him]

1 minute ago, Amanuensis said:

I've thought about it but no.

Sadness. 

7 minutes ago, Burnt Spaghetti said:

Shhh

Does this mean you will be going for gibdo? 

If we have two people going for each purple, then we also have a way of confirming who got what. Otherwise as mist says, they have to be killed to test for that. Which is fine by me, but also if they have stone then we've already wasted the exe, vs knowing that they dont have it, either by not winning the coin flip or by secretly being broke

 

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When Thistle stopped to wait, Cindra's heart ached for her. She wanted to wait, not wanting Thistle to be alone, but she understood. She'd heard the exchange, she knew Thistle would need space. 

"I know you probably aren't hungry... but I don't know how long you'll be waiting for, so... here. " Cindra pressed some sweets into Thistles hand. "I'll be at the back waiting for you okay?"

As they moved on without thistle, she found herself frequently looking back, this time not at the town but at the small silhouette that stayed unmoving on that rock. She found herself saying small prayers for Thistles sake, that Amora would return and Thistle would have all of her people staying by her side.

That is a problem, but I trust Ash has it figured out. This does have holes, but it does clear the person who got Keaton or Gibdo, as that person can’t be lying because the other person would call them out on it. So if Doc gets Keaton, it clears him unless you claim otherwise. If all goes well. It’ll clear everyone except you.

[Burnt Spaghetti she/her]

Aight. In ash we trust. Keaton it is.

 

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Time passed, too much. It was so dark. Cindra couldn't see Thistle any more and this was stressing her out. The path they were following was a clear one to follow, but she really didn't want Thistle to be alone out here. Not when there's risk of being attacked by wild creatures and monsters. She pulled one of the others aside quickly "Hey I'm sorry i have to go back. I have to find Thistle and make sure she's safe." She paused for a moment to take out the kitchen knife she'd carefully wrapped in a tea towel from her pack and positioned it, in a very jank way into her belt. She really needed to work out a better way to carry it, she'd thought about getting thistle to weave her a temporary sheath or something if there was time, but there was not. She didn't want to be unarmed out in Terminas fields on her own. She turned, and she began moving quickly the other way. Not a run, it was too dark for that to be safe. But moving quickly, eyes straining to see any signs of Thistle. She didn't call out, not yet. Not until she was nearing where they left her. It had been too long, Thistle hadn't rejoined them. Something was wrong.

 

 

[Myst He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Burnt Spaghetti said:

Aight. In ash we trust. Keaton it is.

 

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Time passed, too much. It was so dark. Cindra couldn't see Thistle any more and this was stressing her out. The path they were following was a clear one to follow, but she really didn't want Thistle to be alone out here. Not when there's risk of being attacked by wild creatures and monsters. She pulled one of the others aside quickly "Hey I'm sorry i have to go back. I have to find Thistle and make sure she's safe." She paused for a moment to take out the kitchen knife she'd carefully wrapped in a tea towel from her pack and positioned it, in a very jank way into her belt. She really needed to work out a better way to carry it, she'd thought about getting thistle to weave her a temporary sheath or something if there was time, but there was not. She didn't want to be unarmed out in Terminas fields on her own. She turned, and she began moving quickly the other way. Not a run, it was too dark for that to be safe. But moving quickly, eyes straining to see any signs of Thistle. She didn't call out, not yet. Not until she was nearing where they left her. It had been too long, Thistle hadn't rejoined them. Something was wrong.

 

 

“In Ash we Trust”

Love it 

[Ashbringer he/him]

Rashe watched the group fracturing.

It was inevitable. Every world he visited, every place, every town... almost never a timeloop, but this was familiar. Trust compounding into belief, belief decaying into treachery. Right now it was just physical - they were splitting up, at a time when no one should be splitting up. But the other signs were there. Amora was gone, and Rashe somehow didn't think it was the Dreamers alone who had gotten to her.

Not that he voiced his concerns, not yet. He had another task. Several, in fact.

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[Myst He/Him]

Now that I think about it, Ash can always check me by stealing my mask

Edit: #InAshWeTrust

Edited March 12 by Mistfallen Soldier

[Doc12]

I think Ash wants to steal my mask to prove it  So he wants to kill you and steal my mask - are we sure we want him as mayor

EDIT: I mean in Ash we Trust! No complaints against our great mayor

also @Burnt Spaghetti I wasn't expecting anyone to come after Thistle 

Edited March 12 by Doc12

[Myst He/Him]

1 minute ago, Doc12 said:

I think Ash wants to steal my mask to prove it  So he wants to kill you and steal my mask - are we sure we want him as mayor

also @Burnt Spaghetti I wasn't expecting anyone to come after Thistle 

We can check you by Burnt not having it

Edited March 12 by Mistfallen Soldier

[Ashbringer he/him]

Okay, Mayor Ashbringer it is.

Or Thread Master Ashbringer. Or Captain Ashbringer. Although I couldn't grab the Captain's Hat again, so maybe Lieutenant Ashbringer, because we're going to war games.

There are three (possibly four) Elims within the group of Coco, Hael, Doc, Burnt, Mist, and Hoid. There are zero to one Elims within the group of TJ, Stick, Wonko, Drake, Divergent, and Archer. Pretty obvious which group we should focus on, IMO, but worth noting that someone in that group is probably evil. There is one (possibly two) Elims within the group of Burnt and Mist who submitted or didn't submit the NK. There is also one Elim within the group of Burnt, Mist, and Doc who has the Stone Mask and cannot be Exed.

And I'm pretty sure it's Mist. Meaning I'm pretty sure Burnt is Village, because I don't see a reason for the Elims to create that crossfire, and meaning I'm pretty sure Doc is Village because I think E!Doc would have said he'd gone for the Stone Mask rather than pretending that he would just let me have it. Also because E!Stone!Doc would absolutely suck to try and war game through, so I'm not doing it. 

So, Mist is Elim. Burnt is Village. Doc is Village. Or maybe I'm wrong, and Burnt is the Elim with the Stone Mask and Mist/Doc are Village (even though I think that'd be unlikely). Or maybe Doc is the Elim with the Stone Mask and Mist/Burnt are Village (even though I think that'd be... well, something would have to be majorly wrong, but something already is majorly wrong. So.)

Does it matter? Either way, this pool has at least one Elim we can't possibly Execute, and also likely one-to-two Villagers we can't afford to execute. Especially since they're now also our best options for getting some of the Masks to fight back, something the Elim with the Stone Mask won't be able to do. So in my opinion, we leave that alone and don't touch it. We can try and use votes and PMs to track down who has the Stone Mask, which can help us for Loop 4, but we don't exe in that pool now.

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I'm trying to set up a system to prove who has Keaton, which will at least clear one person of having bought the Stone Mask and hopefully mostly clear them as well. It's hopefully robust enough to survive my impending demise. However, it might not work, and also doesn't immediately solve the problem of Stone-Mask, and also doesn't actually get us an Elim we can Exe and instead gets us some tainted confirms that hopefully get us to a good result later.

So!

There is 1 Elim in Burnt/Mist/Doc, and we can't Exe them. Ignore them, instead. There are 2 (or 3) Elims within Coco, Hael, and Hoid. Coco's dead. Hoid has been a ghost for most of the game.

I would exe Hael next. Hoid after, unless something changes with the Keaton Project.

The alternative is to vote Mist up with Hael in second, so that if the exe bounces off E!Stone!Mist it at least lands on Hael, but the issue with that is if Mist is Village, then we just exe Village Mist with no real reward. The other issue is controlling who's in second place for the Exe while dodging vote manipulation, hammering, and missing players sounds about as fun as trying to math out a win with the Diety Mask.

 

Side note, I fully expect to be stabbed by a poison dart tonight and then for half-to-none of this to get followed, in which case @The Unknown Medallion and @Wahrheitswächter, good luck! Don't let Doc run you over. You've received instructions. Also, if you're Village and think your info will help us win, send it to a Confirmed Villager Near You!

(Also side note, I apologize if I've been snappy or outright rude this Night turn / past few turns, I've been trying to figure out why my mood has been so off and I'm not really sure why... too many reasons, most of them nothing to do with this. Also I'm not good at Mayoring or I would have thought of this earlier.)

[Amanuensis he/him]

Night 1-C is now over. Standby for Day 2-C.

[Amanuensis he/him]

LG110, Day 2-C: Something Fishy

Day 2-C will end on Friday, March 13th @ 10:00 PM EST.

 

Rashe the Rash

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They'd been marching until the sun had just started to redden the horizon when Rashe suddenly moved. He'd been in the rear, where people had seemed to find him most comfortable, but now he was in front of Ap and Coliver and everyone in an instant, one arm out behind, strange sword reaching into the darkness with a faint glow.

Coliver stopped dead in her tracks. But the moment only lasted, well, a moment. That's the strange thing with time, as it curls around on itself and stretches into eons, how the strangest and most impactful things can happen in a unit defined by its briefness... or importance.

Rashe lowered his arm, lowered his sword, then reached down and plucked something off his shirt. Steel glistened in the lantern light.

"Skull Kid used a blowgun. Do his followers? And do they poison them?" Rashe said, before suddenly wobbling. "Nope, never mind, definitely poisoned." And he collapsed to the ground. Coliver ran over. Why, she couldn't say. Makazi certainly wasn't, though she had her hands to her mouth, and she didn't have the presence of mind to wait for anyone else. Someone was shouting. Someone should probably go find whoever shot that dart. Was she shouting?

"You should probably keep going, this may take a... oh. Woah. This is strong stuff," Rashe warbled. "What was I saying? The Mayor? No there was something else..."

"... Rashe? Spirit?" Coliver said. "Marton?" she heard Makazi whisper.

"... no, not that. Oh. Right. The why of it all."

And suddenly the grip on her arm was solid as a statue. Coliver couldn't pull away. She didn't know if she wanted to.

"LIVE."

And with that moment passed, Rashe ignored his own advice.

Ap the Apprentice

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Nobody said anything for a little while.

Ap stood over him with her lantern and looked at someone she had barely spoken to, who had put himself between her and a dart in the dark without hesitating, and thought about Jim and the arrow and Coliver throwing herself across her back on the racetrack. She was starting to understand that this was how heroes got made — not by surviving, but by choosing the moment that mattered and stepping into it. Rashe had found his. He hadn't needed anyone to know his name first.

She reached into her satchel and put on the Goron Mask.

It settled over her with the familiar weight of stone and old power, and her body broadened and solidified around it, and she stood there in the predawn dark on the road to the Great Bay feeling, for a moment, like something that was harder to kill. She needed that right now. Not the strength itself but the feeling of safety that came with it.

The Happy Mask Salesman rested a hand briefly on Coliver's shoulder. Then he straightened and looked west, where the sky was beginning to go red at the edge.

"We carry him with us," he said quietly. "That is all the burial any of us will get if we fail."

They kept walking.

Happy Mask Salesman

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The sun came up over the water all at once.

One moment the sky was grey and the next it was orange, the light scattering flat across the surface of the Great Bay in long shifting lanes that made the water look like hammered copper. After two loops of humid swamps and mountain snow, the warmth of it on their faces stopped several people mid-step. Even Ap, who had been setting the pace in her Goron form, slowed.

The beach stretched ahead of them in both directions, broad and pale, the sand still cool from the night. It should have been empty. At this hour, on a festival morning with every soul in Termina either in Clock Town or fleeing from it, it should have been exactly that — empty sand, empty water, the birds doing whatever birds did before anyone arrived to disturb them.

Instead: towels. Parasols, striped and solid, some of them still open and leaning in the morning breeze. Picnic baskets with their lids thrown back. A net strung between two posts with a ball still caught in it. Sandals in pairs. A child's bucket on its side with sand spilling out. Bags and wrappings and the general debris of people who had stepped away for a moment and fully intended to return.

The birds had found all of it.

Gulls and terns worked through the baskets in loud rotating arguments, spilling things, fighting over scraps that had been sitting long enough to spoil. A larger bird stood on top of an overturned cooler and watched the smaller ones work with the composure of something waiting for the chaos to finish so it could have whatever was left.

The Happy Mask Salesman stopped walking.

He stood at the edge of the beach with his canvas bag over one shoulder and his striped towel folded over his arm and looked at all of it — the abandoned things, the fighting birds, the open baskets going bad in the warming air — and said nothing for a full minute. He turned left, then right, then looked out at the water.

The Spider House sat further up the beach, half-buried in the cliff face, its entrance framed by so many posted warnings and hand-lettered signs that the door itself was barely visible behind them. DANGER. DO NOT ENTER. CURSED — THIS MEANS YOU. The front door was left ajar, which suggested that the signs had not been entirely persuasive to everyone who'd read them. Whether those people had come back out was harder to determine from this distance.

Closer, at the entrance of the coastal path, the Fisherman's Hut leaned against the rock with the settled posture of a building that has been leaning against that particular rock for decades and intended to continue for many more. A light was on inside but no shadows moved across the windows.

Out on the water, floating on its pontoons in the middle of the bay, the Marine Research Lab's dome caught the morning light — and from the top of it, a red light pulsed. Slow, steady, the universal rhythm of a signal being sent by someone who very much wanted it to be received.

The Happy Mask Salesman looked at the Research Lab. He looked at the Fisherman's Hut. He looked at the Spider House and its catastrophe of warning signs. He looked down at his swimwear, and at the towel on his arm, and at the beach that was not, by any reasonable standard, in a state to receive them.

"Ah," he said. He was quiet another moment. "Well then." He set the canvas bag down and straightened up. "It appears the Great Bay has its own complications, possibly independent of ours." He surveyed the beach once more, with the expression of a man who had been looking forward to something and was now being professional about not having it. "Which means the first order of business is information, and information requires investigation. Someone should be in the Fisherman's Hut. Someone should be in the Marine Research Lab — though given that light, they may need assistance as much as we do. And the Spider House —" he paused, looking at the signs, "— I don't know why someone would, but there might even be people in there."

He turned to face the group.

"We won't reach the Great Bay Temple without help from someone who knows these waters. The temple is deep, and the bay is not hospitable to people who arrive unprepared." He looked at the abandoned beach once more, the gulls screaming at each other over a spilled basket of fruit. "Split up. Cover the area. Look for clues to find out what happened here, or better yet, find someone who can tell us and then help us reach what we came for."

He picked up his bag and shouldered it, countless rupees jingling like singing crystals among a collection of his most expensive and powerful masks.

"I had hoped for a somewhat warmer welcome," he added, looking out at the sun on the water — genuinely beautiful, at least, eerie though it all might be. Particularly without that ugly, angry moon glaring down at them. "But here we are."

 

One moment the sky was grey and the next it was orange, the light scattering flat across the surface of the Great Bay in long shifting lanes that made the water look like hammered copper. After two loops of humid swamps and mountain snow, the warmth of it on their faces stopped several people mid-step. Even Ap, who had been setting the pace in her Goron form, slowed.

The beach stretched ahead of them in both directions, broad and pale, the sand still cool from the night. It should have been empty. At this hour, on a festival morning with every soul in Termina either in Clock Town or fleeing from it, it should have been exactly that — empty sand, empty water, the birds doing whatever birds did before anyone arrived to disturb them.

Instead: towels. Parasols, striped and solid, some of them still open and leaning in the morning breeze. Picnic baskets with their lids thrown back. A net strung between two posts with a ball still caught in it. Sandals in pairs. A child's bucket on its side with sand spilling out. Bags and wrappings and the general debris of people who had stepped away for a moment and fully intended to return.

The birds had found all of it.

Gulls and terns worked through the baskets in loud rotating arguments, spilling things, fighting over scraps that had been sitting long enough to spoil. A larger bird stood on top of an overturned cooler and watched the smaller ones work with the composure of something waiting for the chaos to finish so it could have whatever was left.

The Happy Mask Salesman stopped walking.

He stood at the edge of the beach with his canvas bag over one shoulder and his striped towel folded over his arm and looked at all of it — the abandoned things, the fighting birds, the open baskets going bad in the warming air — and said nothing for a full minute. He turned left, then right, then looked out at the water.

The Spider House sat further up the beach, half-buried in the cliff face, its entrance framed by so many posted warnings and hand-lettered signs that the door itself was barely visible behind them. DANGER. DO NOT ENTER. CURSED — THIS MEANS YOU. The front door was left ajar, which suggested that the signs had not been entirely persuasive to everyone who'd read them. Whether those people had come back out was harder to determine from this distance.

Closer, at the entrance of the coastal path, the Fisherman's Hut leaned against the rock with the settled posture of a building that has been leaning against that particular rock for decades and intended to continue for many more. A light was on inside but no shadows moved across the windows.

Out on the water, floating on its pontoons in the middle of the bay, the Marine Research Lab's dome caught the morning light — and from the top of it, a red light pulsed. Slow, steady, the universal rhythm of a signal being sent by someone who very much wanted it to be received.

The Happy Mask Salesman looked at the Research Lab. He looked at the Fisherman's Hut. He looked at the Spider House and its catastrophe of warning signs. He looked down at his swimwear, and at the towel on his arm, and at the beach that was not, by any reasonable standard, in a state to receive them.

"Ah," he said. He was quiet another moment. "Well then." He set the canvas bag down and straightened up. "It appears the Great Bay has its own complications, possibly independent of ours." He surveyed the beach once more, with the expression of a man who had been looking forward to something and was now being professional about not having it. "Which means the first order of business is information, and information requires investigation. Someone should be in the Fisherman's Hut. Someone should be in the Marine Research Lab — though given that light, they may need assistance as much as we do. And the Spider House —" he paused, looking at the signs, "— I don't know why someone would, but there might even be people in there."

He turned to face the group.

"We won't reach the Great Bay Temple without help from someone who knows these waters. The temple is deep, and the bay is not hospitable to people who arrive unprepared." He looked at the abandoned beach once more, the gulls screaming at each other over a spilled basket of fruit. "Split up. Cover the area. Look for clues to find out what happened here, or better yet, find someone who can tell us and then help us reach what we came for."

He picked up his bag and shouldered it, countless rupees jingling like singing crystals among a collection of his most expensive and powerful masks.

"I had hoped for a somewhat warmer welcome," he added, looking out at the sun on the water — genuinely beautiful, at least, eerie though it all might be. Particularly without that ugly, angry moon glaring down at them. "But here we are."

 

@Ashbringer was removed from the Loop.

Players can now vote to remove one of their own from the Loop.

 

Player List

0	Amanuensis	Happy Mask Apprentice, AKA 'Ap'
1	@The Unknown Order	Heroshi
2	@Araris Valerian	Arenta
3	@Wahrheitswächter	Wahi
4	@Ashbringer	Coliver
5	@coco.pudding	Amora
6	@|TJ|	Cosmetica
7	@Stick.	meeee
8	@Haelbarde	Link the Goron
9	@Wonko the Sane	Zymni
10	@Doc12	Thistle
11	@Burnt Spaghetti	Cindra
12	@DrakeMarshall	Squircle
13	@Mistfallen Soldier	Kieran
14	@Divergent	Gor Elam the Goron
15	@Archer	Ouae the Zora
16	@Hoid Slayer	Avery

Edited March 14 by Amanuensis

[Myst He/Him]

Ash was right. I got two PMs. And I have the Gibdo Mask.

For the first:

@Ashbringer

Spoiler

Mist missed the merchant’s market for the mask of Stone

It doesn’t prove much, but I did get it. Also, next time please sign your name, I had to guess.

for the second: 

huh? I have no idea what that means, and now I’m going to spend the next who knows how long trying to figure out if I’m supposed to ping you or PM you and who you are and all that. The numbers and X’s make this weird because it’s not ringing a bell, and now I’m going to go try and figure out that they mean.

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Now that that’s done:

Okay. Ash got the NK. He did call it, and I actually trust his logic when it comes to who to vote and navigating that, as to me(as long as Doc is village) we’ll win the loop Hael

Edit: someone should post, I have updates 

Edit 2: spoilered as of TUMs request 

Edited March 12 by Mistfallen Soldier

[The Unknown Medallion he/him]

11 minutes ago, Mistfallen Soldier said:

Ash was right. I got two PMs. And I have the Gibdo Mask.

For the first:

@Ashbringer

Mist missed the merchant’s market for the mask of stone.

It doesn’t prove much, but I did get it. Also, next time please sign your name, I had to guess.

for the second: 

huh? I have no idea what that means, and now I’m going to spend the next who knows how long trying to figure out if I’m supposed to ping you or PM you and who you are and all that. The numbers and X’s make this weird because it’s not ringing a bell, and now I’m going to go try and figure out that they mean.

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Now that that’s done:

Okay. Ash got the NK. He did call it, and I actually trust his logic when it comes to who to vote and navigating that, as to me(as long as Doc is village) we’ll win the loop Hael

That was me actually I didn't know PMs were unsigned. Could you spoiler the code phrase for *reasons* please?