Long Game 11: Twinborn Village

[Feligon he/him]

News clippings:  Faliu followed Bort around the residential area pretending to be a dinousaur.  when told that he was not, in fact a dinosaur, he said "I could be, if I tried hard enough."

 

Faliu continues terrorizing the residential area.  Complaints from Lord Pifferdoo.  Mayor too busy with the war on spiked to do anything.

 

Savants are emerging from their 4 day burning sprees.  More insanity to follow.

 

Two down. Some to go.  Two spiked criminals have been apprehended and executed.

 

Cylkan explodes.  One of the spiked was attacked by Cylkan when the entire house exploded.  Cylkan managed to make it out alive.

 

you can't sell sandy Squidicles; no one wants a sandy Squidicle.

[Lord Pifferdoo he/him]

Yea...about that updated map...

[Araris Valerian he/him]

I feel like this game has finalized my corruption into Sanderson Elimination. The amount of text I have posted on this game alone would suffice for all of my English assignments for around 3 weeks!

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

I feel like this game has finalized my corruption into Sanderson Elimination. The amount of text I have posted on this game alone would suffice for all of my English assignments for around 3 weeks!

 

You know, I've actually been timing how much time I've spent in this Sanderson Elimination Game, or more precisely, typing for this game. Currently, I've clocked almost three-quarters of an hour, and I've only made a few posts that don't have much detail in them. I'm not even going to mention the hours I've spent awake at night running this game over in my head.

[Metacognition he/him]

Cylkan was lying in a bed in a state between sleeping and waking. He needed to wake up though, he could feel it but every time he tried he was met with pain and an intense heat. However there was something that needed to be done, and if he couldn't do it than he had to make sure someone else did. He didn't know if anyone else was in the room to hear him but he needed to try.

 

"The lamps.... keep them lit. They must not go out..... I cannot.... please help"

 

With all his strength used up he slipped back into a restless sleep. His dreams full of fire, spikes and death.

 

Malrick could still feel the heat on his skin. He'd gone in after the supposed traitor, Honerius, but had, by sheer luck, escaped the trap. The blaze, without anywhere else to go, consumed the air around it and caused an inverted shockwave as it drew air from the surrounding area. 

 

It wasn't something that the Twinborn Village was used to. It had been a long time since they'd ever had a fire of this magnitude and it showed in how well they were prepared for it. After all, a fire within an enclosed space like this? The only other incident had been in the Mushroom Farms, that had happened in generations past, which had been sparked by the Mushroom Revolt! 

 

He remembered being blown back, towards the blaze as if it was an all consuming furnace.His skin blistering and the smell of charred hair.

 

But what he remembered more was the excavation. 

 

Watching, as he and the other villagers crawled across the wreckage, looking for survivors. All of them, covered in ash and tossing pillars that had yet to be put out. 

 

And they found one; Cylkan was badly burned, but survived. 

 

Malrick couldn't help but stay with his faithful customer. He might have lured him into the Alehouse by putting out the light in front of the Alehouse every afternoon, but they'd built up a relationship because of it over the years. Malrick knew all the little quirks that Cylkan had. He knew how important his job was to him. 

Thus, as Cylkan muttered, as he recovered, about keeping on the lights, Malrick was there. 

 

And after years of deceiving Cylkan about just one light, Malrick shed a tear. 

 

"We've grown so used to the lights that we've taken them for granted," he mumbled between sobs. "But without you, we'd be cast into darkness.'

 

'Now is a time of change and darkness truly threatens us all; and not just physically! More, now than ever, we need your light."

 

Malrick reached down and picked up Cylkan's tools. 

 

"I'll keep the lamps lit until you can return, my friend. And all drinks are on the house from here on in." 

 

And he left. 

 

He had lamps that needed light. 

[twelfthrootoftwo]

Cleo's grave had still been uncovered when Kirrah eventually woke. She'd briefly considered trying to pry the lid off, but the thought of facing a dead body inside had been too much. And Honerius' house, and presumably body, had been completely destroyed in the fire, and to her knowledge his spikes had not been found. She had no way of following the hint about spikes.

 

What to do next? She could look further into Mayor Gund. Maybe break into his house. The glimpses from his letters had been fascinating, but they weren't enough to build into a proper picture. Anything of more substance would require getting her hands on things he didn't want her to see.

 

Mayor Gund hadn't been present for the lynch of Honerius, or for the cleanup job. Perhaps he was at his house now. Well, any event that would draw him out would have to be a large gathering of the Twinborn, at which she (and her banjo) would likely be missed. Now was as good a time as any.

 

The paths of Twinborn Village were treacherous without the aid of the streetlights. Malrick had taken up Cylkan's tools not long ago, but much of the village was still shrouded in darkness. By the time she could see the light radiating from the Mayor's windows, Kirrah had earned herself three grazes, from tripping seven times. Which, in her opinion, was a pretty good ratio.

 

Slowing her pace, and walking more confidently with the aid of the light, Kirrah walked past the Mayor's house, surreptitiously watching the windows. No movement. Out of sight, she counted ten breaths, then passed again in the other direction. Still nothing. Perhaps Gund had gone to help after all.

 

Next she turned into the alley beside Gund's house. There were no windows to shed light on her path here, so she moved more cautiously, stopping every few steps to listen. The mayor had held at least one clandestine meeting among the piles of rubbish behind his house. He might be there now, and she refused to be surprised by him walking into the house behind her. To be certain, she felt her way carefully through the refuse, before emerging into the alley on the other side.

 

At least, that was the plan. She didn't get more than three steps before tripping on an unseen object at her feet. As she stumbled forward, something broke over her back with an almighty crash, knocking her to the ground. She lay there for a moment, dazed. Surely she...hadn't been attacked. They weren't watching her yet, were they...?

 

Groaning, she pulled herself forward, out from under whatever had fallen on her. It fell with a heavy thump once she was free, and she tentatively felt it. Smooth wood, and heavy. A cabinet perhaps. She leaned on it to climb to her feet, then made her way slowly back to the front of Gund's house. Malrick had evidently come by, because the place was bathed in a faint light with a greenish tinge.

 

Kirrah rounded the corner of the house, then froze. Gund was at the head of the alley with some kind of lamp. They both stared at each other, stunned. Then panic won out, and Kirrah bolted past him.

 

Pointing herself vaguely in the direction of the bazaar, she ran. She scrambled to her feet when she fell, and dodged the occasional startled Twinborn. Eventually she couldn't bring herself to rise, her legs and back aching, and resigned herself to resting for a while.

 

There were people around. Many of them were staring at her. And shops. Good. She'd managed to hold the line she'd chosen, then. Maybe Gund's friends would think twice about coming after her in a public place. She pictured him again, staring at her from the other end of the alley, and realised something was wrong.

 

It was the torch. Gund hadn't been touching it. Instead, it seemed to hover in the air behind him. A floating ball of light. She hadn't seen or heard of anything even remotely similar, which could only mean it was not of this world.

 

This, she thought, just keeps getting stranger.

[Alvron]

Honerius Bager
He stole our stuff - he had no class
So we got medieval on his @ss
 

An empty grave yawned, yearning to be filled but no one cared enough to dig the spiked from the remains of his building.  Rolan shook his head.  Having an empty grave wasn't a good look.  How could people expect a fitting headstone if it didn't mark the place where they were buried?

Pulling out his chisel, Rolan carved a quick advertisement under the simple epitaph.
 

This plot is vacant,

And now is for Lease!

Call me if you or

Your friend is deceased!

[Feligon he/him]

Do our headstones have to rhyme?

I'm not very good at that.

I think I'd have a hard time.

this headstone would be so tat.

 

Well, that worked.  Huh.

[Newan he/him]

Day 5: The Plot Thickens

 

The hemalurgist hid behind a gigantic mushroom.  Somebody was coming.  Who would be out at this time of night, in the middle of a war?  The hemalurgist pulled a mask over its face, and leapt out into the open.  

 

"Death to the Twinborn!"  yelled the Spiked while throwing a knife.  The blade hit the target with a dull thud.  The target did not fall, though.  He simply pulled back the hood of his cloak and gave the hemalurgist a look of disgust, in the way that only Hadrian Penrod could.  

 

The hemalurgist turned and ran for its life.

 

 

Nobody has died!

 

Two pretty cool items, 3 awesome items, and an uncanny item have been found.  

 

A1: pretty cool         B1: awesome         C1: pretty cool

A2: awesome          B2: pretty cool        C2: pretty cool

A3: awesome          B3: pretty cool        C3: awesome

Edited April 17, 2015 by Newan

[vineyarddawg]

So wait... does that mean Araris (Hadrian Penrod) was the person attacked last night?

[Metacognition he/him]

The biggest problem with this system is how long it takes to get PMs out to everyone, IMO. I think a lot of us spend time waiting during the day, just to find out what happened to us during the night and it cuts into our discussion time. 

 

Considering how many things need to be taken into account, I don't blame our GMs at all for it, but it still makes for a stuttered start. 

 

Araris, where were you last night? I'm curious to find out whether the Spiked were targeting C3, since they seemed to do the same the last time an Uncanny Item was up for grabs.

[Bort he/him]

Old Bortington-Smythe watched the fool, Faliu, as he pranced about growling and moaning at people. Sorry, Roaring, that's what it was supposed to be. "So, you want to be a dinosaur then?" That was today's artwork decided. "Stand still," he told Faliu, and started sketching on the wall.

 

Room A1 now has a caricature of Faliu (Feligon) as a dinosaur on the wall .

[Araris Valerian he/him]

I'm actually not sure... I started in B2 though and stayed there for the first action, then moved somewhere else but I don't know where I ended up.

[Newan he/him]

The biggest problem with this system is how long it takes to get PMs out to everyone, IMO. I think a lot of us spend time waiting during the day, just to find out what happened to us during the night and it cuts into our discussion time. 

 

Considering how many things need to be taken into account, I don't blame our GMs at all for it, but it still makes for a stuttered start. 

 

Yeah, the wait is unavoidable.  But you can always request an extension if you think there hasn't been enough discussion time.  I'm surprised nobody has done that in this game already.  

[Alvron]

I'm actually not sure... I started in B2 though and stayed there for the first action, then moved somewhere else but I don't know where I ended up.

Going by the write up, it looks like you were attacked in A2 the mushroom farm.  That's the only place I think a giant mushroom would be.

 

I'm placing a vote on Sart.  He's online reading this as I'm typing this up but as far as I can tell he hasn't posted anything.

[neodymium]

Have we cleared everyone from our last vote?  I seem to remember a few more people under the microscope than just Honey Badger.  I don't know how to look back at a previous day, though.

[Wonko the Sane he/him]

Neo, after a cycle is finished and its thread is locked, they attach that thread onto the end of the original game thread. The entire game thus far is archived there.

 

I'm going to lay a vote on Mailliw73, for being suspiciously quiet, even after he's returned from his trip. It's not like he's just been idling; he's been remarkably active on QF7, especially compared to his radio silence over here. Maill, what do you have to say for yourself?

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

A poke vote on Jaelre. I don't think I've seen him post the past few Cycles.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Sorry for not being too active. Part of it is forgetting to check this thread since it's so quiet here. I still haven't gotten really back into the swing of things. Missing the cycles I did cut me out of a lot of communication. Karlin, because some things you've said haven't added up. You seem to be avoiding lying, but not telling the truth. This is more of a gut feeling than anything though, so this vote is fluid.

[Clanky he/him]

Alvron, I love the RPing you have going there. However you don't seem to be putting that much into actual strategizing or giving your opinions on things.  Also I don't think you have voted yet. Have you had no suspicions for anyone all game?

 

EDIT: I didn't notice your vote this cycle. Although it only seems to be a poke vote so my questions still stand.

Edited April 18, 2015 by Clanky

[Sart he/him]

Going by the write up, it looks like you were attacked in A2 the mushroom farm.  That's the only place I think a giant mushroom would be.

 

I'm placing a vote on Sart.  He's online reading this as I'm typing this up but as far as I can tell he hasn't posted anything.

 

I'm going to be honest with you. I've been keeping tabs on the thread for a while, but I haven't written up my thoughts. I was inactive for the first few days with Easter, and so I'm not in a bunch of PMs. I tend to just check this thread before going to class. When I actually have time to participate, college life gets in the way. These last few weeks have been really busy. I don't really have any suspicions at the moment, as it looks like the majority of planning is going on in PMs. Frankly, I just don't have enough time for a game of this scope. I'm sorry I'm not being very active, but I'll try to help the village in any way I can.

[Metacognition he/him]

Considering that it doesn't look like we have any solid suspicions just yet, I think it's more important than ever to get everyone to start adding to the discussion. As such, I'd like to put forth a similar idea as I did in LG10, where those villagers that have killing roles are allowed a bit of carte blanche when it comes to killing inactives. This way, we'll at least learn who is just not talking and who is truly inactive. I think more people would be willing to speak up if they knew that there was a chance that if they don't, they could be targeted during the night. 

 

My reasons are the same as they were last game: it takes away a place for the Spiked to hide and it makes it so that the Spiked can't hide behind not saying anything. From there, we can start figuring out if those that are just barely active are trying to hide something nefarious (maybe they're far more active in PMs and just aren't talking in thread) or if they're just incredibly busy, like what Sart claims. 

 

To be fair, I'm not saying that if someone hasn't spoken up by the end of the day that they should be fair game. But, if someone hasn't been a part of the discussion for the last few cycles (especially after we found Winter), then they're not being all that helpful. I'd say that there should be a two cycle period in which they haven't spoken up for them to be considered fair game. 

 

Take Ella for example. She was active in the beginning, but has anyone heard from her in awhile? I suggested a similar idea to her in PM as well and while she didn't say yay or nay about it either way, she also, at the time, pointed out that Tulir was still away from the game and could've been targeted by my plan. Then, the next day, Tulir shows up and posts in thread. So, not only has she gone fairly inactive from what I can tell, it also looks like she was possibly trying to save Tulir from death. 

 

That's the best suspicion I have so far and it could just be her trying to keep Tulir alive so that they could play when they got back, so perfectly innocent, but I'd like to hear an explanation either way and also see what you guys thought of my idea. 

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I, for one, agree. Those who haven't posted in two cycles should be targeted. Unless they've given a reason, they shouldn't be ditching us for that long.

[Surgebound Rainspren he/him]

Karlin, because some things you've said haven't added up. You seem to be avoiding lying, but not telling the truth. This is more of a gut feeling than anything though, so this vote is fluid.

Sorry I don't quite understand what you mean, could you tell me what hasn't added up in what I've been saying. 

Edited April 18, 2015 by Surgebound Rainspren

[Metacognition he/him]

Yeah, the wait is unavoidable.  But you can always request an extension if you think there hasn't been enough discussion time.  I'm surprised nobody has done that in this game already.  

 

Well, I call for it now (though we didn't really know this was an option before now). Considering I didn't get my PM until after half of the day was already gone (seriously though, that's a crazy difference in time, GMs), I suspect that most people have had the same. 

 

Thus, I'd like to give everyone, including those that are only kind of paying attention, a chance to weigh in. That way, if people agree with my plan for inactives, everyone has had plenty of time to come forward with objections, comments, or just to let us know they're alive before the next night! 

Edited April 18, 2015 by Metacognition