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Well, I'm not sure that you really get the full "effect" of it if you don't imagine all of the heavy metal in the background. Note: Will never be able to read the Stick's lines the same way again.

These seem like some good points. Regarding Wyrm, I might want to read through that MR2 game... At the same time, I’ll point out, Wilson, that you've been reacting very aggressively against any accusations against you. You pull out speculations against players who blame you and then try to turn the discussion against them (especially Wyrm, here). This kind of contradicts what you've been saying about yourself in-thread ("You guys can't really trust me.", "Take what I say with a pinch of salt", etc.) Your suspect list is simply composed of the people who have accused you at one point or another. (well, mostly) Don't get me wrong. I'm definitely not accusing you of being an eliminator here (if you've been PM networking as much as you say, the eliminators would probably have more info and the kills wouldn't be going around so wildly). Just don’t point a gun at players who are simply discussing possibilities.

Hmm... I'm pretty sure I read in the Ars Arcanum that Gravitation actually operates on the principles of some sort of Realmatic gobledegook. You're not creating new gravity, instead you're just changing an object's "spiritual connection" with the planet.

In several hours, someone will probably get on this thread and offer you a cookie. DO NOT ACCEPT!

I always imagined the Shaod to be the work of Aona's cognitive shadow or something. I'm also pretty sure that AonDor existed in some form before Devotion was shattered. Somebody built Elantris.

Well, the other day I made this theme song for Stick.

You should see if you can find a place where you can fit that into a Cosmere context.

I believe that this has already been discussed a bit. One of the reasons is that the chasmfiends probably prefer to pupate in the region between the tower and the western edge of the plains (those plateaus would, presumably, be the thickest). The second reason is that gathering gemhearts was never really a priority for the Parshendi anyway. They were mostly just trying to show a strong presence to prevent the Alethi from advancing towards the center (something which they probably would have started doing if the Parshendi had stopped contesting Gemhearts)

What Cosmere stuff haven't you read yet? Word of Warning: Don't trust anyone who offers you a cookie on this site.

Right, but would they not be "zombies" if the broken Elantris Aon wasn't in effect?

So then would the Shaod not be happening to anyone at all if Elantris had been "unbuilt"? Would the Elantrians have returned to normal?

Wilson has been pretty active into trying to get us all together with PM's, I think. That's not really an eliminator strategy. They want us to be disparate, right? I'm pretty sure that's why the tineyes are considered targets by them

All I did from grades K-6 was read those books. Again and again. My favorite would have to be the second one, mostly because of the passage at the end where it describes that only two people in the world are better at marshal arts than Butler. He's "related to one of them", and the other "spends his days beating up palm trees in the South China Sea" The little diversions can be really funny like that The fourth book would be my second favorite. The other day, I noticed that my 11-year old brother was reading the third book. Apparently, one of his friends had started him on the series. And just when I had gotten him to read Way of Kings, too. He was 600 pages in and everything.

So the other day, I heard this rock song on the radio. Go ahead and listen to it. It will help you to appreciate what's coming. Now I don't know about you, but the first thing I thought of when I heard this song, with its repeated four syllables, was this: Yep. Now I can hopefully get that out of my head.

So... The post-reod Elantrians exist the way they do because the Dor wasn't concentrated enough to complete their transformation, right? Why did the Elantrians who had been taken by the Shaod years ago take on the same state? This still confuses me.

I really don't like waffling, but I guess I can't keep my vote on Eoldren in this context. Honestly, it seems like everyone's reasoning is pretty shaky at this point. I suppose that a lynch would be better than nothing, but I'm not sure how to call it. The same time the thread was started for you. 10? EDIT: Maybe the same time the last thread ended for you. 7? Now I'm just confused EDIT 2: Nope. I think I was right. 10:00 Pacific time

Couldn't you have used a role that the eliminators wouldn't have been as interested in targeting? Like thug?

True. If Eoldren is an eliminator, then it seems like a pretty dumb strategy to be sticking his neck out by sending out a bunch of scary-looking PMs. At the same time, the nature of his inquiry is suspicious. As far as I can tell (and admittedly, I haven't finished reading through LG1 yet), it's better for the tineyes to remain anonymous. The only people who would even benefit from knowing their identities are the eliminators. It's nothing concrete, and I''m sorry, but I'm putting a vote on Eolhondras for now.

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No. I got that message too. Just phishing, huh?

Yeah, what was up with that?

We learned from the SLC Comic Con transcription that Miles and Taan were probably being manipulated by some dead people.

Melend sulked. He sat in the tavern (he hated taverns), drinking his ale (he hated ale), and feeling the skaa brush past (he hated skaa). Why did everything always happen to him? First, his skaa had rebelled, forcing him to leave behind his 500-acre estate and mansion. Then his horses had died of exhaustion and malnutrition, stranding him in this podunk little town. Melend figured It was only a matter of time before he was sacrificed to these savages' pagan "survivor" god. Or something even worse. Someone tapped Melend's shoulder. He turned around in horror. Had on of the skaa creatures actually touched him? "It's time for you to retire to your room, perhaps. You shouldn't be drinking so much" Ah, yes. It was Mazed. Melend's faithful Terrisman hadn't abandoned his master like the rest of his race. The Terris breeding programs were one of the few things that Melend didn't hate. That was saying something. "I couldn't agree more, Mazed. I'll head upstairs." Melend stood up to leave, but a gruff skaa yelled across the tavern. "Hey, Mel! You leave, you die. We stay here until we have this saboteur thing figured out." That would be "Maill". Only a skaa would have a name that was clearly derived from postage. Melend thought that... Say what? "Die"? Had Melend just been threatened? Somehow, whatever everyone else was discussing seemed more pertinent. Something about how they were all too stupid to not board up the barracks before it caught on fire. Typical skaa stuff. "Err... perhaps you should have done some fire drills or something. I'll tell you what those are after I get some sleep" Maill raised an eyebrow, then looked back at the group. "I'm tempted to just kill this guy anyway, for being a condescending jerk." Well this was going downhill fast. Skaa were unpredictable. One minute, they'd be happily working the fields, the next, they'd be erupting into a fiery rage and slaughtering noblemen. Melend needed to give them a firm hand. He stalked forward "Now listen here, peasant" Melend proclaimed, "You think to give me orders? A Venture? A descendant of men who walked with Alendi himself? You, you..." Maill gave him such a look of contempt that he faltered. "Yeah, let's lynch him." Joe piped up. "Anyone got a rope?" "Nah, we're having trouble replacing the one that got cut during the sabotage." "I say we just tear him apart right now" Lord Ruler. Was this really happening again? Clearly, skaa brains could only comprehend two things: Work and violence. Right now, Melend had to get them focused on work again. He spoke: "Rope? I've got rope. You could go ahead and put it in the well right now." Maill looked skeptical. "It's an heirloom from my mother. Jewel-encrusted, monogrammed, the whole nine yards. It's great rope. You should really see it." Melend's list of carry-ons was extensive. Admittedly, Melend wasn't quite sure why his eccentric great-grandmother had invested several thousand boxings in the creation of that rope, but hey, when you're rich, you don't let anyone tell you how expensive you want your rope to be. He waved for Mazed to grab it from his room. For a few tense minutes, nothing happened, then Mazed came down the steps with the coil in his hands. Melend grinned. They were hooked. Maill sighed "Ament and Odustren, go get that set up. We should probably start a watch rotation on all the wells, just to make sure they're not poisoned during the night." He looked at Melend. "And you, just... shut up. We'll figure out what to do with you later. Phew. Melend had really dodged a coin there.

I'm Melend Venture, a nobleman who ended up stranded in town. I brought my Terris steward, Mazed, with me. MIght write some RP for him later.

Soo... The next game is The Only Joe's long game?