Jondesu he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 31 minutes ago, winter devotion said: This lynch isn't exactly fair. Just because of a name? I'm up to Orange Vote Searantha Threransom threson the 45tg and a half (Yes, I typed that out myself.) but not because of an inconvient name. Jon Jon. I'm calling that rude. Oh, give me a little credit. It was lazy, but not meant to be rude. :-P Cycle 1 we never have very good justifications anyways. Besides, I actually only voted to roleblock, not lynch them. HH was an reason-based lynch candidate. Also, @AliasSheep or @STINK, does a vote have to remain on someone until the end of the cycle to keep them from being Boring, or is just getting one enough even if it’s later retracted? The rule isn’t explicit about that. Oh, and if someone wants to submit a rule negating or modifying the one about Searantha threransom threson the 45th and a half’s name, I could definitely support that. I already proposed another rule in my GM PM that I think is more important, though.
Sparkrunner he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Quote Can people please read the rules in my post and not go by what they think are the rules, because the ones in my post are the actual rules. @AliasSheep I take that as we go to the letter of the law?
Grumpy Dula Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 I too, would be up for marriage or adoption.
Guest Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Searanatha theranson threson the 45th and a half loves the rule he made
Jondesu he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 35 minutes ago, winter devotion said: But why roleblock for that reason? Makes little to no sense. If you're being lazy, at least try to actually lynch. Eh, I was trying to be nice and not kick him out of the game, while providing a humorous reason for voting on him. I guess that intent was lost. Searanatha theranson threson the 45th and a half. I’ll also back up my current suspicion with my extra votes for now: HH, HH.
Hemalurgic Headshot he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 2 minutes ago, Jondesu said: Eh, I was trying to be nice and not kick him out of the game, while providing a humorous reason for voting on him. I guess that intent was lost. Searanatha theranson threson the 45th and a half. I’ll also back up my current suspicion with my extra votes for now: HH, HH. Okay, what is the matter here? I told you that I just wanted to see my rule in action, which is perfectly reasonable. I mean, if the rule switch did happen, then the Agents' win-con would to make Order! It doesn't work! I was going to be nice and let that one vote slide, but you've gone too far now. Jon, Jon.
Straw he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Hey, Winter, are you and Lemon actually married in game? Or are you just RPing as if you were?
Jondesu he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Wow, the flak I catch for using logic... and yeah, HH, wanting your rule to go into effect is fine. You still seemed like you wanted chaos, not just your rule to kick in.
Sparkrunner he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 17 hours ago, Sami said: She had never tolerated any of that chocolate-and-roses thing. Everyone knew the more you liked a guy, the more you insulted them. And if she didn't like them - well, there was a reason nobody had tried to persue her for longer than a week. Had to live up to your reputation. Silver watched that "Dagger" girl swagger down the street. Watching brought painful memories. She reminded him too much of her. The woman he had married for a day, before Death took her. Silver had held the power of creation itself and it had done NOTHING. NOTHING. The awful weeks following her death. Quod cedant in nihilum, he had said. He had tried to kill himself using all the Magics he knew. Someone had stopped him, saying he had a task. Over the years, he had tried to recuperate. Grief still lay heavy in his mind. On an impulse, he shot himself in the head. The gun broke apart. He stabbed himself, but the knife went dull. He tried to pick a fight with a machete throwing ape, but it ignored him. He tried to hang himself, but the rope broke. Fate still held him in his cruel hand. He looked up. Dag had misspelled a thought. Silver frowned. One source of joy he had left was correcting typos. "Ah, excuse me? You just misspelled 'pursue,' ah, ma'am?" @Sami
Hemalurgic Headshot he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Qwertyuiop, the bane of lesser beings, sat on its sofa in the realm of the banished. There was no Comcast, or cable... or anything. The television wasn't actually real, it was just a pile of corpses that would sometimes ooze blood that looked like a sit-com. The banished realm was rather boring, in its opinion. Nothing to do except torture the souls of the doomed. It checked its watch, which wasn't a watch at all, but a skull on its wrist. It was 6:66pm. A perfect time to open an ethereal portal to an other dimension. Qwertyuiop had just finished arranging a few hapless beings in a tesseract and was preparing to drop the molotov inside when the phone rang. It wasn't a phone, but a carved femur hanging from the wall. Qwertyuiop growled and took it. It hissed into the knob. "WHO SEEKS ETERNAL DAMNATION?" There was static on the other side. Qwertyuiop scowled. The banished realm had terrible connection. Finally, something came through. "Yeah, I'd like a pineapple pizza, with bread sticks... throw in a Coke, alright?" "PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA!? MORTAL, YOUR SOUL IS FORFEIT! AND WE ONLY OFFER PEPSI!!!" Qwertyuiop bellowed. There was a pause, then an awful, bloodcurdling scream on the other side as the customer was sucked into a wormhole and whisked to eternal torment. Qwertyuiop threw the femur and the wall, which shattered. It returned to the ritual. With a snap, the molotov was lit, and it tossed it into the corpse tesseract. Time slowed as the burning bottle spun end over end into the heart of the four-dimensional box. It burst, sending flames into the void that appeared. Reality warped. The corpses collapsed, bending and twisting in impossible ways before being sucked into the rip in time and space. The gap widened, hungry to devour the world. Qwertyuiop grinned, all 72 razor teeth shining, and stepped into the waiting vortex. Dark and Light, Day and Night. Hot and Cold, Young and Old. Time has no place, there is no Space. Welcome to... Qwertyuiop buzzed in anticipation. ... the Cosmere. "Wait, what?" 2
Sparkrunner he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 1 minute ago, Hemalurgic_Headshot said: Qwertyuiop threw the femur and the wall, which shattered. "Sir?" Silver said to the devil, "Sir you misspelled 'at.'"
Hemalurgic Headshot he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 12 minutes ago, Roadwalker said: "Sir?" Silver said to the devil, "Sir you misspelled 'at.'" No, I meant what I said.
Sparkrunner he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Ah, but sir your intent is questionable, you could have said " Qwertyuiop threw the wall, and threw the femur, both of which shattered. "
Steeldancer he/him Posted August 31, 2017 Posted August 31, 2017 Yes i have come up with an off my rocker rule. This is so much fun
AliasSheep Posted September 1, 2017 Author Posted September 1, 2017 6 hours ago, Jondesu said: Also, @AliasSheep or @STINK, does a vote have to remain on someone until the end of the cycle to keep them from being Boring, or is just getting one enough even if it’s later retracted? The rule isn’t explicit about that. i'm gonna say it has to remain
Hemalurgic Headshot he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 And of course, the eldritch being is still a bachelor.
Straw he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 Sheep, is accepting a proposal/adopting a free action? And can you adopt multiple people?
Hemalurgic Headshot he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 5 minutes ago, winter devotion said: "Perhaps the eldritch part is a wee bit intimidating," Cleo suggested. Errr.... how? ... jokes? Punch line? Ha ha ha?
Sami she/her Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 (edited) @Roadwalker Dag turned to scowl at the guy who had just tapped her on the shoulder. "Do I look like I care?" she said shortly. She wasn't usually that rude, but it especially riled her when she was called ma'am. People would call her Dag or get a fish in the face..... Unless they hadn't met her before. She frowned, her mind catching on that thought. What would people call her if they didn't know her name? Edited September 1, 2017 by Sami
DrakeMarshall he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 33 minutes ago, Sami said: What would people call her if they didn't know her name? A Cold-Hearted Wanderer? 1
Elenion he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 9 hours ago, Grumpy Dula said: I too, would be up for marriage or adoption. Are you male or female?
DrakeMarshall he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 Question: If one member of a married couple is Factionless, does that mean that part of each member's win condition is to kill their spouse?
Hemalurgic Headshot he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 5 hours ago, Elenion said: Are you male or female? He's male.
Straw he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 Drake, I asked Sheep if spouses are exempted from win cons and they said that they were not.
Darkness Ascendant he/him Posted September 1, 2017 Posted September 1, 2017 I think I'm a little too Interesting for you boring peeps. Darkness, Darkness By the way, still looking for a Potato Master spouse Better get in quick ------------------------- Insanus twiddled his thumbs, perched on a lone rock whilst eyeing the young contestants frolicking in the freshly created world. He could feel just how unstable the planes were, almost as much as he was and ever so less than what would be the most laudable scheme he had ever concocted. Why, its irrationality stemmed from one of the most questionable and unfathomable things in the known worlds. Love. Indeed, Insanus had fallen for one not akin to himself, one far higher and ever so powerful. The one who had whisked them all to this fresh medium of existence, one which promised limitless potential, opportunity, and fun of course. Insanus had indeed fallen for a Creator, not his creator, but indeed the creater of this realm, and of the madness that existed therein. The Creator herself was a figure of queer beauty, one which Insanus had never encountered before in his many adventures. In fact, he figured that she had graced the worlds for the first time, perhaps a being from The Beyond, or even a strange new manifestation of Investiture. Insanus wasn’t even sure if Investiture was the same here as it was from which he had come from. Forsooth! he wasn’t even sure if Investiture existed here, even though the realm they all appeared in seemed to be some twisted facsimile of the Cosmere they had left behind. Insanus smiled ruefully, this adventure would be one to remember, that is, if he was around to remember it. He found his mind beginning to wander already, this was a bad habit of his, now he was strapped in the train of thought which led to nowhere, chasing a holy grail of which none knew of. Over the years Insanus had honed his mind to react automatically to whenever he found himself trapped within the machinations of his mind. Once it started, it was extremely hard to throw a spanner into the works and end his whirring cognition. He twitched every now and then, face now devoid of any emotion, as protocols long drilled in slowly kicked into place. He found himself getting up from his rock, just as his psyche slowly grew darker and darker, turning to unspeakable thoughts and unimaginable actions. He grabbed a curiously shaped axehound by the scruff of its neck as it ran past him and held it up. He stared into its eyes, an unusual shade of crimson, then bashed its head into the rock. Again and again and again and again. Soon Insanus was covered in viscera, a gruesome, grinning figure, holding what seemed to be the remains of the Axehound’s exoskeleton. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let the carcass fall amongst the entrails and blood which covered the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down on the sanguine rock, his rear making a delicious squish sound as he sat upon it. Yes. He was back to ‘normal’, or at the very least, back in control of himself. Where was he? Ah right. Love. He yawned and shook his head, maybe another time.
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