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  1. Renegade
    Don't have the most time on my hands right now, since I'm in a hotel room, but I'll get some RP in later on (probably after the cycle's over). Action 1: Erinald Gardre is expanding the House's Luthadel Housing district in order to accommodate the new craftsmen in the House, and to collect further rents.
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    As night fell, Ronzo suddenly noticed something. “The bridges are broken!” he gasped. “See? I told you all that there were saboteurs here, but you didn’t believe me! But do you think that these bridges just collapsed by themselves, ganchos?” Ronzo shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Nobody really paid any heed to Ronzo, and instead looked on in concern. Maybe they finally see the truth… Ronzo thought. Now all I have to do is find these mysterious perpetrators. Nobody else had seemed to go on his hunch with the man who had been shouting at Kip Sturm. However, that man (Findilti, was it?) seemed to have not been present since that incident. Peculiar. Oh well. It was nightfall, and time for the Ronzo to get some rest. Even a mysterious case that could potentially mean life-or-death couldn’t stop him from getting his beauty sleep. Well, I was hoping that someone would get lynched, so we could get something to analyze, but apparently that didn’t end up happening, so we’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. I should be able to post and actually look over things extensively starting Saturday evening (y'know, assuming that I survive until then).
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    Ronzo was starting to get the hang of the whole “detective” business, or so he thought. Well, actually, he was just good at finding clues. He wasn’t exactly great at finding the meaning behind those clues. Hmm… Ronzo thought, holding up several “clues”. A hat, a red scarf, and an old jacket. This can only mean one thing… Ronzo looked up at the sky, thinking of a meaning for all of it. “Yes!” Ronzo smiled, talking to himself. “I’ve got it! Clearly, the people here have no sense of fashion. The ol’ Ronzo should probably teach them a thing or two about that.” While Ronzo was no lighteyes, he certainly dressed just as extravagantly as they did, sporting an orange-and-red vest, a pair of yellow gloves, some glamorous silver sandals, and some blue shorts. Far more sublime than… whatever it was that his cousin wore. Probably old rags. Maybe a single dilapidated sandal. Doubtful that there’d be anything more than that. “Hum,” Ronzo muttered. “I need more evidence. These peoples’ clothing choice, while abysmal, might not actually help me catch those saboteurs. I need…” Ronzo cut off as he heard someone apparently shouting at someone named “Kip Sturm”. Whoever that was, they were clearly worthy of suspicion. Ronzo glanced slyly over at the man again, then stalked away to consider such an act. Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve played a standard game without being stuck in Elantris or something like that on the first cycle, so I’ve forgotten how frustrating first cycle lynches are. Nevertheless, I tend to advocate for them due to the fact that it actually tends to help in the long-term. (I remember that I had a huge post written up about this at one point, but I lost it somewhere.) At the very least, I believe that voting on the first cycle (as long as it's not just a poke vote) is always helpful. So, I’m voting for Idolevy this cycle, mostly for his vote on Kipper. To me, his post seems a bit contrived, as if one of his fellow Diagramists told him to make such a post, or he’s trying to call for Kipper’s attention as a fellow Diagramist. It also ends the exact same way as eramit’s post, which was made about an hour before his. As for other current suspicion (obviously, it’s pretty early on, so they aren’t too strong): Macen’s last post sounds an awful like it’s trying to mislead us with potential Eliminator numbers. You don’t consider Gravitation to be a useful ability, when it could allow the Eliminators to make unblockable kill actions? I’ve also noticed that Hero’s been mostly helpful so far, but hasn’t offered too much in the way of suspicions or strategy (that said, I think he hasn’t advocated for early lynches from previous games). Either way, I think that it’s one thing to post information, but another to try to decipher that information and come up with game plans. Of course, there have been many other players who have posted so far, but haven’t added anything of relative import. If you’re just going to post to say “I’m here,” that’s basically synonymous with inactivity, in my book.
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    Ronzo yawned, stretching his arms wide. Both arms, of course, not just one, like his cousin. Storming fool thinks he’s just so badchull because he lost an arm. Doesn’t even realize it also makes him look like an idiot. Ronzo cracked his neck and walked over to see what all the ruckus was this morning. “The Ronzo is not a morning person,” Ronzo muttered. Most of the problem, of course, came with the fact that he’d spent the majority of last night trying and failing to get the soulcaster he’d borrowed to work. Wasn’t soulcasting supposed to be easy or something? The ardents all did it with relative ease, so it couldn’t be that difficult. But apparently, it was. Ronzo walked over to the other refugees to see someone raise some sort of shell in the air. “A shell?” Ronzo grumbled to himself. “That’s not even worth stealing. Back to sleep for me, then.” “That’s no shell,” a woman said, overhearing Ronzo. “It’s a whistle! Makes the chulls go crazy!” “Oh?” Ronzo said, suddenly interested. “That sounds delightful. Might have to try it out myself!” “What? Are you insane?” the woman shouted. “You blow that, the chulls could jump right into the chasms! Do you want that to happen?” Ronzo blinked. “Ah. Maybe not the best idea. But why’s that whistle even here, then? It’s almost as if someone wants the chulls to go crazy. Weird, eh, gancho?” The woman just rolled her eyes and walked away. “Ay! Rude one, aren’t you?” Ronzo frowned, putting his hands on his hips. “Eh, whatever. She probably thinks I’m crazy, but I’m definitely sure that there’s something going on here with that whistle-shell. Maybe I could be a detective, and save that day! Then they will all sing songs in my name! ‘The Ronzo, our savior!’ Oh boy! But where to begin?” Ronzo looked around for clues. “Aha!” Ronzo shouted, pointing at a random man in the crowd. “You’re wearing a hat! And it isn’t even that sunny, gancho! Pretty suspicious…” Ronzo nodded to himself, and then walked away to contemplate the meaning of such a hat. Well, guess I should get started! First thing I'd suggest is that the KRs be careful who to make into a Squire. The player doesn’t have to be completely confirmed, but if you end up with a Diagramist Squire that gets the Division surge, for instance... that might not end too well. That said, for Lightwevers and Elsecallers, who can scan player alignment, it’d probably be best to scan someone early on, and (assuming that they’re a Refugee), Squire them as soon as possible. For everyone else, it might be best to wait a few cycles before deciding on a Squire. (Another thing to note is that Squires only get 1 charge/highstorm, so Squiring someone on Night 3, when they'll begin their life as a Squire on Day 4, won’t be all that different from Squiring on Night 5.) Aside from that, I’ll wait to see what everyone else posts before deciding on a vote. (Also, I probably won’t be all that active from tomorrow until Saturday, since I’ll be away on a trip. I'll still have an opportunity to post at least once/day, though.)
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    Erinald Gardre yawned from his desk. He’d expected many things from becoming House Lord, many of which he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with, but there was one thing he definitely wasn’t prepared for. There was a lot of paperwork involved. “This is a lot of fun, isn’t it, Arduel?” Erinald asked his assistant. “Shouldn’t you be helping with this? It is kind of in your job title, after all.” Arduel Renoux, a lean nobleman who was one of Erinald’s second cousins or something, sighed. “Fine,” Arduel said, taking half of the stack of papers lying on the desk. Erinald looked at the tall man. “Actually, you know what? Do all of the paerwork. I have some important business to be about.” “I am your assistant,” Arduel grumbled loudly, “not your loyal minion.” “Yes, well, today’s an exception. I’ll do some extra paperwork for the rest of the week to make up for it. But right now, I need to go get something set up.” Not watching to see Arduel’s expression, Erinald flung open the room’s doors, and ran down the steps. Sure, it may not have been the most dignifying experience, but he’d just remembered something important, something that would help out the House, and his House’s people. Erinald looked at the two men who guarded the front gate, who saluted him. “I’ll be back soon,” he told them, opening the front door. “An hour or so. Maybe five.” With that, Erinald left the two somewhat-confused guards and ran across the Keep grounds. Erinald ended up at House Gardre’s housing district, a large area of refined buildings that lodged a fraction of Luthadel’s skaa and artisans. Erinald entered the main building, and walked up to the main desk. The man who stood behind the desk was half-asleep, and Erinald had to tap on the desk to get his attention. “Wuh?-” the man grumbled, waking up. Erinald rolled his eyes. “I’ve got a job for you. Don’t think you can say no to it, either, because you can’t.” Erinald took out a sheet of paper from his suit pocket. “I need you to read this aloud to everyone in this complex.” “Uh, what?” the man asked behind the desk. “That’ll take all week!” “Get some help, then,” Erinald said. “Or try to get everyone in the same location. I don’t care, just give everyone the message.” “But… everyone?” the man asked incredulously. “That is what I just said, is it not?” Erinald frowned. “You will be rewarded once the task is completed. Good luck.” Erinald promptly left, leaving yet another individual completely confused and speechless.
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    “Okay ganchos, what am I supposed to do?” The ardents turned around from the tent they were setting up and stared at the short Herdazian man, who was grinning at them eerily. “Um… who exactly are you?” one of the ardents asked. The Herdazian looked confused for a second. “What?” he asked. “You mean that you’ve never heard of the Ronzo? I am hurt.” Despite this, he began to laugh uncontrollably. The ardents looked amongst each other. Clearly, this man was crazy. “What are you doing here?” questioned one of the ardents, a female. “What are you doing here, gancho?” the Ronzo replied, poking the ardent in the stomach. “Alright, alright,” the ardent protested. “Someone get him out of here, please.” “Okay, I’ll go,” the Ronzo sighed. He started to turn around, but stopped. “But first, let me take a souvenir. Y’know, to remember the good times we just had. Like a big Herdazian family.” “A what?” The Ronzo lunged at the ardent who had spoken, and pulled the soulcaster off the man’s hand. “Hey! What’s your problem, young man?” the ardent scowled. But by the time the other ardents had realized what was going on, they were too late. The Ronzo took off, giggling madly. “Ha!” he laughed to himself. “My cousin thinks he’s special just ‘cause he can glow and all. But now I can turn rock to food! Oh, how I will be all the life of the Herdazian parties! Sure, that little man can make a few jokes, but that isn’t enough to impress the women. But infinite chouta! Now, that is truly something!” The Ronzo cackled, glancing behind to see if he was being followed. Not that it mattered. Nobody could catch the Ronzo. Also, a few questions: Which of the actions will a player be informed were used on them? Will there be any differences between the Division kill and Diagram kill in the write-up? Will players saved by Progression be shown?
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    I think that one of the settings where there's a lot of potential to play around with is the Reckoners world (the Fractured States, I think). Sanderson's already shown us two unique settings for games, but why stop there? The Epics make for an obvious Eliminator choice, and since the Epics have shown to not only wreak havoc but reform their environment in their own image, there are practically an infinite number of possible settings we could create. (And it could also mean that the death of certain Epics could dramatically change the game, both RP- and gameplay-wise.) Besides that, I've been intrigued by the idea of using past events in the Cosmere books (which aren't completely explored in-depth, allowing for some flexibility) for the settings of games. The Manywar from Warbreaker is one of the main events that comes to mind here, as it's evident that it was one of the most deadly wars imaginable, but besides a few key points about the war, we (currently) know little about it. Same thing with the previous Desolations on Roshar. I also like the idea of a political-based game, similar to LG7, where you have different people (or maybe mini-factions) trying to grapple for power. Places like the Hallendren Court of Gods, the Alethi Warcamps, or, if we want to go non-Sanderson, maybe the Spectrum (okay, that's not a place, but you get the idea) from the Lightbringer Series, would be really interesting places to explore for more faction-oriented games. Speaking in general, though, I'd like to see more kinds of Nalthis games (Awakening mechanics, or even just awakened entities, definitely add a new level of awesomeness to a game), and some more Roshar games, since Roshar's huge, and we've only barely touched the surface as to the places we could explore there. Some of the interlude settings could make for decent QF games. I'd be most surprised if it were me, because that would definitely be news to me! But no, seriously, I'd be pretty surprised if Maill is Brandon Sanderson, seeing as he's played the most games. This is Sanderson we're talking about, of course, but if Sanderson can manage to write books at an already extraordinarily fast pace while also playing almost every Elimination game, my respect towards him would be raised by at least 250%. I'd think that Rubix would be the most likely to actually be Sanderson (even if he hasn't technically played in a game) simply because of the genius of MR 1 (...and absolutely not just because I want the events from that game to become canon in the next Stormlight book). Whoever this mystery Brandon Sanderson is, I imagine that he would not once be killed or lynched for the next several hundred games or... uh, wait a minute... forget what I said above, I am Brandon Sanderson. Totally honest.
  8. Renegade
    Bah, I overslept. If I have time later, I'll edit in some RP. Action 3: Renea Gardre is expanding her House's Housing district in Luthadel, in order to accommodate the growing population and gain money faster by collecting rent.
  9. Renegade
    Aftermath: Gunpoint For Gavin, time seemed to slow down. The world around him suddenly seemed very distant. His mind wavered, shaking, until it came onto one specific thought. A single word, at that. It was one that always seemed to permeate his thoughts, but this time it seemed true. Gunpoint. He opened the door into the passenger car, and blearily looked onto the three surviving passengers, who had been talking. So Old Wolf was the last of the Coinshots, was he? Or at least he’d helped them. The fool. He had no idea what he had brought unto him. Unto all of them. If anything, many of these deaths were on the hands of that old fool, even if he’d only directly killed a few of them. Gunpoint. The Coinshot Clan. He’d recognized that name as soon as he killed Heatherlocke. But once he’d remembered it, it had terrified him, turning him into that monster again. Why had he tried so desperately to see them dead? It was their plan all along, most likely. They knew he was paranoid. Of course they knew. The Coinshot Clan had spent years studying the prominent members of House Gardre. And for whatever reason, the Coinshot Clan wanted to see the House destroyed, completely and utterly. “Congratulations, Old Wolf,” Gavin said, passionless. He’d listened to the whole conversation that he, Zane, and McNinja had, of course. “You’ve managed to help one of the most secretive groups in the Elendel Basin destroy my House. Absolutely great.” Gavin shook his head silently, then scowled. “You really think that, just because they claimed to be a group of thieves, that they really were? Do you think that you could really just trust those who work in the shadows like that?” Gavin slammed a fist against the wall. “You think that I’m a murderer. That I don’t care about the lives of others. The truth is, everything you think you know about me… which is very little, mind you, is true… and false.” Gavin began to weep, slumping down against the floor. “My life has been a lie. A folly thing, manipulated by the likes of monsters that don’t deserve to live in this world. The Coinshot Clan has forced me to do things that I would’ve never done on my own.” Gavin took out his gun, and pointed it at Old Wolf. Gunpoint. “When you’re held at gunpoint for the first time,” Gavin said, his eyes wet with tears, “you’ll see. Just how much of a coward you are, and how willing you are to bend to the whims of others. Some people think that they’re heroic, that they’d never kill their friends, or others, if their own life was on the line.” Gavin shook his head, sighing. “What terrible liars they are.” Gavin slowly put his gun down from Old Wolf’s head. Old Wolf’s eyes widened. Whatever he had been expecting from Gavin, this wasn’t it. “You came here for vengeance. I did not expect it, but it turns out that I ended up seeking vengeance as well. The Coinshot Clan… they’re the ones who have forced me to do what I’ve done. And, honestly, I don’t care if you believe me or not. It doesn’t matter at this point. All that mattered to me was to see them dead, even if I had to go through twenty people to do it. And I did so. All except for you,” Gavin pointed at Old Wolf. “I know you’ve claimed to not be a Coinshot Clan member, but, unfortunately, I can’t take any chances. I’m sorry.” Old Wolf nodded, and Doctor McNinja extended the gun that had been given to him, pointing it at Gavin’s skull. Two bullets, Old Wolf had said. Two. “Drop the gun,” McNinja said. Gavin glared at McNinja, but complied, dropping his weapon onto the carpeted floor. “You aren’t making this easy,” Gavin sighed. He leapt on top of McNinja and wrenched the revolver straight out of his hand, the gun almost flying through the air. Then, closing his eyes, Gavin shot Old Wolf straight in the heart. The old man fell. Zane Tevison’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape, as it had been for the majority of the time since Gavin entered the car. Though, whether that was from surprise or blood loss, Gavin couldn’t tell. “Doctor!” he yelled out, before collapsing to the floor right next to Old Wolf. “Why didn’t you--” Zane’s speech slurred, and his eyes closed. So many dead, Gavin thought, and then collapsed to the floor as well. “What have I done?” Gavin whispered to myself. “What have I done? Why was I never strong enough? Oh Harmony, why did you make me so weak?” Gavin laid out on the floor, moaning, the gun still in his hand. I’ve taken too many lives, Gavin thought to himself. The Coinshot Clan forced me to… no, no, I am the murderer. It was my decision to go after them. I’m… I’m crazy… I can’t… Gavin raised the gun, but for the first time, it was pointing at his own heart. Doctor McNinja leaned from his seat, watching Gavin with concern. “I’m a fool,” Gavin cried. “Look… look what I’ve done! A massacre, to get back at those who ruined my life. If I’m a man who takes people’s lives for his own petty self-interest, then I’m not fit to live.” “Gavin, no,” Doctor McNinja said, standing up. “You… just made a mistake. A big mistake, maybe, but everyone makes mistakes.” “Well, I only know one way to fix this mistake,” Gavin sighed, and lowered the gun towards his chest. “No!” McNinja shouted, slapping the gun, but it wouldn’t budge from Gavin’s grip. “Please! You’ve said you’ve done some terrible things, but what could you have done about it? It’s not your fault!” Gavin trembled, but slowly released his grip on the gun. “I… I’ve done so many… they’ll lock me up for eternity,” Gavin sniffed. “The Coinshot Clan set this up. They knew I was this paranoid of them, that I’d tear this train apart to find and kill them, even if it meant killing everyone. I was a fool.” “You couldn’t have known,” McNinja frowned. “You can’t know everything.” “I should’ve known,” Gavin grumbled. “And now my House’s reputation will be ruined, just as they planned. There’s no escaping this, I’m afraid.” “I could vouch for you,” McNinja said. “One person who could’ve easily been bribed, against the testimonies of dozens of trusted men and women? I have no doubt that the Coinshot Clan had people set up at each of the stations, gathering other witnesses so they could see the killings that I made.” Gavin shook his head. “Why was I so blinded by paranoia? I should’ve seen it…” “I’m sure that there’s a way out,” McNinja said, helping Gavin up, and leading him down the stairs of the passenger car. “Even when the future looks bleak, it always ends up fine. This… might take a little more effort, but I’m sure that someday, we’ll reveal the atrocities of the Coinshot Clan.” Sighing, Gavin followed Doctor McNinja out of The Steelway Express for the final time. Gavin took one last look back at the train. Cursed vehicle, he thought. Might make a piece of fine modern art someday. Gavin sighed heavily again, then turned his back to the infernal train. Whatever happened next, he would not be like the man that had killed so many on that train. He'd found a new strength, somehow. Gavin smiled wanly in the dim light. "A lot of work to do," he muttered. "A lot of work..." Doctor McNinja survived the onslaught! Congratulations to the Passengers for winning, and very well played by both sides! I hope everyone had as much fun playing this game as I had running it! Player List As usual, here are the game docs: Game Spreadsheet (Two pages; one for player actions and one for train car actions) Dead Doc Spectators Doc
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    The cycle is over! Write-up coming whenever it ends up getting done.
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    Station 11: End of the Line It was the dead of night, but The Steelway Express finally rolled into the last station, near the center of Elendel. Bright candles and new electric lights lit the station, giving it a comforting feeling after the gloom that the passengers had faced. Nobody was waiting for them at the station, of course, and in the train, the sense of terror in the last four passengers was beginning to rise. “Four left,” Zane mouthed, shaking his head. “Out of twenty-two, there are only four of us left. And, of course, one of us still wants us dead.” “Make that two,” Nails muttered, jerking a thumb towards the crew cabin. “The conductor’s a nutjob. Probably half-koloss or something.” “Whatever he is,” Old Wolf frowned, “he’s convinced me to never set foot on another train, period. Y’know, assuming that I survive to get off of this one.” “That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Doctor McNinja frowned. “Crazy old Gavin will be coming in here any minute, and will shoot one of us. So who’s it going to be?” The four passengers sat in silence, trying not to stare at each other. They had grown almost close over the course of this insane train ride, and the fact that they’d have to kill another in order to proceed… it was almost unbearable. Of course, they’d all had enough unbearable things to deal with today. Gavin swung open the door, almost grinning. “So, you’ve got him yet? I’m afraid that I can’t let any of you leave until he’s dead.” “So you keep reminding us,” Nails sighed. Then he pointed at Old Wolf. “It’s gotta be him. He barely survived your last kill, so I don’t see why he should survive this one.” “I second that!” Zane shouted. “Anything to say for yourself, Wolf?” “Nails,” Old Wolf responded. “You’ve been hiding pretty well this whole time. What secrets have you been covering up?” “You mean besides the nails in my eye?” Nails gestured to his eye. “None. I think I’ve made my position so far pretty clear. I’ve even suggested that we start keeping medical kits in here. Would that help our unnamed killer?” Doctor McNinja looked over his fellow passengers. “But I’m a doctor… why would we need extra medical kits? I think you’re just trying to make yourself look like a fine, upstanding citizen for saying such a thing.” “And I’m not a fine, upstanding citizen?” Nails asked, raising an eyebrow. The passenger car fell silent. The silence was broken by the all-too-familiar sound of a gunshot. When the passengers turned to see whom Gavin had killed, they discovered that Nails now had a piece of metal stuck in his other eye. “I hate you, Gavin Gardre,” Nails mouthed, before slumping over in his seat and falling to the floor, dead. “Gee, this seems familiar,” Zane sighed, rolling his eyes. “Let me guess… another innocent killed by your marvelous detective skills, Mr. Gardre? Gavin gave a long scowl at Zane, but holstered his pistol. “The three of you still aren’t leaving,” he said. “Not until that last rusting saboteur is caught! This can’t be that difficult to figure out, right? We’ve got three already… four, counting Heatherlocke, so I don’t understand--” Another familiar gunshot rang out, and a bullet struck Zane in the knee. “Ouch!” Zane yelled. “Good thing we’ve started putting medical kits in here!” Zane pulled out a first-aid kit from a compartment under his seat, and Old Wolf and Doctor McNinja both helped to bandage him up. Unfortunately, the wound was deep. “You’re not going to make it much longer,” Doctor McNinja announced. “What?” Zane shouted incredulously. “You’re a doctor! There are medical kits around here! We’re in Elendel, of all places! Certainly you can--” “I’m a doctor,” McNinja frowned, “not a magician. I’m sorry.” “Not to interrupt,” Gavin interrupted -- he seemed rather adept in the art of interruption, “but I may want to remind you that someone just shot Zane. There’s still someone on board here who’s a Coinshot. Heck, maybe it’s even Zane himself. But there’s only three of you left, so if you don’t catch that Coinshot, we’re all dead, ya hear me?” Gavin breathed in, putting a hand to his head. “Almost over…” he muttered to himself, “It's almost over…” The last three passengers sat in silence, freedom just outside of their windows. Vote Tally: Nails (2): Doctor McNinja, Old Wolf Old Wolf (2): Zane Tevison, Nails Nails was lynched! He was a Passenger! Zane was saved by a Medical Kit! He has 1 cycle left to live! Station 11 begins now, and will end in 23 hours. There will be no Assassination today. Good luck! Player List
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    The cycle's over! Who will survive? Who will die? Find out all this and more when the write-up comes to forums near you!
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    1 hour left! (Also, a reminder: if nobody has more than 1 vote on them at the end of the cycle, then no lynch will take place.)
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    If the Assassin target was unable to be killed (by being in the Vault Car, unless the highest bidder was also in the Vault Car), then it would show up the same as if the bid did not go through. If that did happen, then they would still have to pay the coins that they bid, and would be informed of what happened. If two players who bid the same number of coins targeted different players, neither would be informed of what happened, just that their bid did not go through (and therefore they would not have to pay).
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    Station 10: Pandamonium The six remaining passengers were all very much awake as The Steelway Express grew nearer and nearer to the bright city of Elendel. One of the ones among them was a killer, they knew, and as much as they all wished to defy Gavin’s request, they figured that killing them once and for all would give them the best chance at surviving this scenario. “Jain’s been pretty quiet lately,” Zane noted. “Coming up with any schemes over there, Mr. Panda?” Jain shrugged. “Oh no, I’ve just been thinking of how suspicious Old Wolf has been recently.” “Me?” Old Wolf asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not seeing very convincing evidence there, pal.” “We all have to survive here,” Jain whispered to Old Wolf, so that nobody else could hear. “It’s not going to be me getting shot by Gavin next, so it’ll have to be you.” Old Wolf scowled at Jain, who moved back to his position. “That’s does it!” Old Wolf said. “If Jain’s not the killer, then I’ll eat my shoe!” “I’ll take that bet,” Nails said, with Doctor McNinja nodding beside him. “Frankly, it’s been a long day, and I’d love to see someone eat a shoe.” “Figure of speech,” Old Wolf muttered, rolling his eyes. “Nevertheless, I agree with Zane and Locke here. Jain’s up to something.” Gavin burst into the passenger car, gun in hand. “Let’s make this quick,” Gavin declared. “Who’s our Coinshot?” Zane, Locke, and Old Wolf pointed towards Jain, while Jain, Doctor McNinja, and Nails pointed towards Old Wolf. “Gah, I have no time for this!” Gavin growled, and shot Jain. The panda-man fell to the ground, becoming a blob of jelly-like flesh. The blob seemed to look up at them, then crawled to the back of the passenger car. “It’s one of the Faceless Immortals!” Zane gasped, pointing at Jain. “What do we do?” “We let Old Wolf eat his shoe,” Nails said. “If one of Harmony’s hands ended up being the killer here, then I’ll eat my shoe!” “Enough with the ingestion of clothing!” Gavin shouted. “We have a… I’d say, pretty important situation to take care of, so is this really the time for that kind of humor? Jain wasn’t the Coinshot, so that means one of you is.” Gavin pointed his gun at each one of them in turn. “Might as well kill us all…” Locke muttered under his breath, but nobody heard. They did, however, hear the sound of a gunshot immediately afterwards. Everyone turned to see Locke dead on the floor. Gavin sighed, gesturing towards Locke to prove the severity of their situation. “Any minute now,” Gavin said, “we could all end up dead. So before we reach our final station in Elendel, I want you to tell me… who… is… the… last… murderer?” Gavin tried to squeeze as much irritation and anger as he could muster into those last few words, before spinning around and returning to the crew cabin. The Steelway Express finally rolled through the city boundaries of Elendel, but while they were so close to home, they were so far from freedom. Vote Tally: Jain (3): Zane Tevison, Locke, Old Wolf Old Wolf (3): Jain, Doctor McNinja, Nails Jain was lynched! He was a Passenger. Locke was killed! He was also a Passenger. There was no Assassin kill today! (Also, a reminder: the Coinshot Clan will win once their number of survivors is equal to or greater than the number of remaining Passengers. Which means that there’s only 1 Coinshot Clan member left.) Station 10 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 18 minutes. There will not be an Assassin available today. Good luck! Player List
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    The cycle is over! Write-up coming soon.
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    1 hour left!
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    Yes, I forgot to clarify this earlier, but in the event that there's only 1 player in a train car (other than the Vault Car), then that car doesn't have a train car action for the cycle. (Plus, it wouldn't really make sense for someone to give money to themselves for cooking, or someone kicking themselves off of the train. )
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    Station 9: The Night Reigns The eight solemn passengers moved onwards through the darkness of night, heading closer and closer to the grand city of Elendel. Now that they were all awake, wary that there was still at least one Clan member left, with Everton Slade’s last comment before he died, the passengers could see the bright city growing larger and larger. Just over 3 miles from the 4th Octant of Elendel, by the 3rd-4th Canal, The Steelway Express stopped for what seemed to be the millionth time. This time, there actually was a boarding platform outside, leading to a suburban town. Surely Gavin wouldn’t kill one of them on board here, where he’d wake up half the town, right? “Wakey, wakey!” Gavin shouted to the drowsy passengers. “We’re not finished yet. I’ve said this dozens of times, and you’re not getting off ‘til the very last Coinshot on this train is dead!” “What if we don’t want to help?” Bortholemew the Blind growled, though he couldn’t see Gavin, and was speaking to one of his fellow passengers. “There’s only eight of us left! Eleven innocent passengers have ended up dead now, many by your hand! This is ridiculous!” Several of the other passengers -- those who were not half-asleep -- nodded and cheered Bortholemew on. “So be it,” Gavin said. He walked up to the blind man and slapped him across the cheek. The car fell silent. “You… you scum! You wretched low-life!” Penga yelled at Gavin. “You’ve taken enough of our lives in your little game, trying to find the Coinshot Clan, who, might I remind you, probably wouldn’t be attacking us if you’d have just let them rob the rusting train! I’ve had enough!” Penga stood up, and gestured for her fellow passengers to do the same. Gavin yawned, and pulled out his gun. “You forget,” Gavin reminded them, “that I single-handedly took down one of those Coinshots at our last stop. If you want a chance at leaving here alive, sit down now.” Penga glared at Gavin for one long moment, but then reluctantly sat down. “That’s better,” Gavin said. “See? This doesn’t have to be that difficult. We’ll find the--” Bortholemew roared, and lunged towards Gavin, the old man’s long beard smothering Gavin’s face. The ancient man pummeled Gavin’s face, ripping his hair off. Gavin screamed, trying to aim his gun, but Bortholemew pushed it away from him, trying to get it to aim at Gavin’s own head. Eventually, Gavin pushed Bortholemew aside, and quickly jumped to his feet, the gun that had already killed so many now aimed at Bortholemew’s head. The other passengers gasped from behind as Gavin pulled the trigger. “He probably wasn’t even a Clan member, was he?” Penga yelled. “An old man? Seriously, you’re going to kill an elderly man? You’re worse than the Coinshots! Pathetic!” Suddenly, a bullet lodged itself through Penga’s skull, but this one had not come from Gavin’s gun. Indeed, everyone was so focused on Penga’s rant that nobody had seen where the attack had come from. But the deed was done, and Penga fell to the floor as well. “Six left,” Gavin sighed, checking his gun. He walked back up to the front of the train as if nothing had happened, leaving the six living passengers speechless. Vote Tally: Bortholemew the Blind (4): Zane Tevison, Nails, Penga, Old Wolf Jain (2): Locke, Bortholemew the Blind Old Wolf (1): Clanky Bortholemew the Blind was lynched! He was a Passenger. Penga was killed! She was also a Passenger. Station 9 begins now and will end in 23 hours and 15 minutes. There will be an Assassin available today. Good luck! Player List
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    Time's up! Write-up coming soon.
  21. Renegade
    Get your votes and actions in, and get ‘em in fast, ‘cause this offer won’t last! 1 hour to go, folks!
  22. Renegade
    Running a House was no easy task for Renea. Over the course of years and years, it seemed like she was getting nowhere closer to defeating Rashek. Sitting at her office in Keep Gardre, Renea turned to her son, Erinald. “Running a House is not easy,” she said to him. “And eventually, this will be your responsibility.” Erinald frowned. He hadn’t really ever believed that he was next in line to run an entire House of nobles. For most children, it would’ve been a dream to be in such a position. For Erinald, it was reality. And reality was unfortunate. Renea smiled wanly, looking out her window out at the vast expanse of Luthadel. The city had grown over the years, and for a time, Renea wondered if what Rashek had done was actually the right thing. But on the other hand, was the death of thousands, the loss of dozens of great kingdoms and histories, justified in making a single, expansive Empire? “The Lord Ruler,” Renea told her son, “is not to be trusted.” Erinald looked at Renea inquisitively, but said nothing. Quiet one, isn’t he? Renea thought. At least we shan’t have to teach him to hold his tongue. “The Lord Ruler,” Renea explained, “took all of the land that you’ve seen, from Luthadel to Seran, to Urteau, and made it his own. He claims that we ‘rent’ this land from him, that it is rightfully his, for defeating the Deepness. He may have saved humanity, but he also enslaved it. Does that sound fair?” Erinald shook his head. “It isn’t fair,” Renea nodded. “But it doesn’t mean that it is definite. The Lord Ruler cannot rule forever, as he claims. All things must come to an end, eventually. And when it comes time for the Lord Ruler’s fall, it’ll be your job to build us up again. Make an empire that can prosper for eternity, where there is no deceit or corruption.” “That… that seems hard,” Erinald stated bluntly. Renea looked at her son. “Yes… yes, of course, you are right. It definitely will be very difficult, and defeating the Lord Ruler will probably be the easiest part of the process. Afterwards, there will be a struggle for power, a war unlike any have ever seen. One day, you will learn how you can win such a war. Not with swords and shields, but with your tongue and mind.” Renea stared out of the window again, at the giant hill of spires, Kredik Shaw. "The best way to win a war," she said, "is to not fight in it at all." EDITED:
  23. Renegade
    Station 8: Rude Awakening Gavin was asleep. Had he been aware that he was sleeping at that moment, he would’ve yelled at himself, slapped himself, or done whatever it took to get himself awake. Of course, that wasn’t possible, and the train tracks just seemed to go on and on and on… When the train engineers found him asleep, they decided that the best course of action would be to just stop the train where it was, and give him rest until morning. They weren’t nearly as paranoid as Gavin, and saw the Coinshot Clan (if they still were even on this train) as a minor threat. The Steelway Express had been stopped near a large farm, only about 10 miles away from Elendel. The city could be seen from there as a yellowish glow on the horizon. They were so close, and yet so far away. Not that the passengers were acutely aware of this. Most of them were asleep. A few of them, however, stood as sentries, worried that perhaps there was still another Clan member aboard the train. Another person wasn’t awake to look out for any killers… because he was a killer. Everton Slade snuck up to the door leading to the crew cabin at the front of the train. Many years of being a lawman made him adept at sneaking about and finding targets. While it’d been five years since then, he still retained some of his knowledge from his days out in the Roughs. Everton deftly took out a pair of thin metal rods that he had found lying around on one of the other stations, and picked the lock with ease. The door practically swung open, and Everton leapt into the front car, the locomotive. Everton squinted and tiptoed up to Gavin’s seat, up at the front of the car. Wonderful, Everton thought with glee, he’s asleep. That’ll make this a bit easier. Everton brought forth the signature pistol of the Coinshot Clan -- adorned with the four-coin insignia of the Clan -- and leveled it at Gavin’s head. Everton heard a loud breath, and then a clang, as a large metal shovel hit him straight in the back of the head. Gavin snorted, grumbling as he stretched his arms. “What just happened?” he asked, yawning. “Another one tried to kill you,” one of his engineers said, still carrying the shovel, which had taken out Heatherlocke just this morning. And now Everton as well, it seemed. “They never learn, do they?" Gavin sneered, obviously angered at being awoken by someone attempting to kill him, but turned back away. “I take it that he’s dead?” Gavin asked the engineer. “Yes, I--” a gunshot rammed straight through the engineer’s shovel, through his head, killing him instantly. Everton Slade rose from the ground. “Maybe that’ll teach you to make your engineers better at telling whether someone is alive or not,” Everton smirked in the darkness. He picked himself up, and then slowly aimed his gun up at the back of Gavin’s head. Gavin, still facing the other way, breathed in. A shame he had to die like this, wasn’t it? He chuckled, then launched himself backwards, over his own chair, kicking Everton in the face. Everton’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground, and he struggled to get his gun aimed at Gavin. Gavin, however, had him pinned to the floor, and stepped on Everton’s hand, causing him to let go of the Coinshot gun. “You’re not done with us yet,” Everton snarled. “You may have defeated me, but there’s…” a gunshot silenced Everton’s monologue. “That was for the rude awakening,” Gavin frowned, tossing the gun into the engine’s furnace. Vote Tally: Everton Slade (6): Zane Tevison, Jain, Locke, Everton Slade, Doctor McNinja, Penga, Old Wolf Jain (1): Bortholemew the Blind Everton Slade was lynched! He was a Coinshot Clan member! There was no Coinshot Clan kill (again)! Station 8 begins now and will end in about 23-and-a-half hours. There will be no Assassination today. Good luck! Player List
  24. Renegade
    The cycle is over. Write-up coming soon.
  25. Renegade
    58 minutes left! You know the drill, get your actions in, etc.
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