little wilson

Seonid and myself. Two players (and the GMs). I was unaware group PMs were possible in this game (though I haven't actually bothered to check).

True, but if you were a villager you'd want a Mistborn to have a vial of Pewter as soon as possible. If you were a Traitor, you wouldn't. If you were a Traitor, you would tell the Mistborn in the last 30 minutes of the night that you wanted to wait a night to pass that vial so you could avoid passing it to the Mistborn. Then, you'd have the Mistborn attacked, and hope that the knowledge of your passing delay would be lost, since it was in the last 30 minutes. If the Mistborn dies, the knowledge is lost and you get to keep the vial (since if you passed the vial, it would get eaten by the house in the Mistborn's death). And if, somehow, the Mistborn survived, they wouldn't have Pewter to protect themselves the following night. Really, it's a win-win for the Traitors. Either the Mistborn dies or the Mistborn has no protection. Easy words to attempt to cast suspicion on an important village role that you just failed to kill. No one was really wondering why I was still alive since I've been RPing the entire game. I'd be RPing this post right now but there are things that I can't RP since it's about me as a person. Like the fact that I was protected. You think that was surprising? Really? I don't. I didn't know there were actions that could protect others, but while I did predict that I would be attacked (hence why I told Seonid, Aonar and El to look at you if I died), and I wasn't expecting to survive that attack, I'm not surprised that I was protected, given items/abilities that protect other players. I was only aware of self-protects, but that's I'm only familiar with the allomantic metals at this current moment in time. If the village would like to kill their Mistborn, vote for me. If you want to kill a Traitor, vote for Dani. EDIT: And yes, I'm aware that I'm banking my role reveal on Dani's alignment. But I was suspicious of her even before this attack, and I'm far from the only one. This attack really just solidifies in my mind that Dani is indeed a Traitor, and if she is, the Traitors already know that I'm the Mistborn, so there's no harm in revealing it in the thread.

Khaos rubbed her chest and groaned. Whoever was responsible for her survival, she was tremendously grateful for. Her death was not supposed to be the means of providing the chaos she wished to imbue upon the explorers in the house. That said, it had made things a little more exciting. And she was no longer wondering if she wanted to find the Traitors. Yes, she did. But not to join them. After all, they'd just tried to kill her. No, no. She could cause chaos for them by tearing them apart. Khaos grinned, eyes lighting up in anticipation. First on that list was Yiferian, who Khaos was quite certain she'd seen loitering around her before she'd falled asleep. Yiferian, who had conveniently decided not to give an item to Khaos that would've helped her in an attack just before she'd gotten attacked. Curious, that.

From the character list : (yes, I get that it should've been Juq, but TBA was in there as well, it amused me, and it was different than your username)

Khaos, while mildly disappointed that the Hammer wasn't a Traitor, wasn't too terribly heartbroken about the loss. After all, he'd seemed like one. She'd even told him three nights ago, when he'd asked her why she thought he was a Traitor, why she'd thought he was, and he'd basically ignored her after that. Maybe if he hadn't, things would've turned out differently. All she knew was she didn't regret her actions, and at least now she wouldn't waste her night following after someone who wasn't in the least bit traitorous. If she was still trying to find the Traitors....which she wasn't sure about.... And now that TBA was saying that he told everyone that the Hammer was just a regular explorer. Khaos rolled her eyes. Sure, he did. Two days ago, when he was trying to bait the Traitors into attacking him. Not exactly the best "I know what I'm talking about here" excuse. And anyway, he'd stayed conveniently silent during the entire day when other explorers had mentioned their thoughts on the Hammer. Where was he then, decrying the false accusers and declaring the Hammer's innocence? In fact, it was curious that TBA was still living, when he was right about the Hammer. Curious, indeed. Khaos wondered why that was. She also wondered about Yiferien, who seemed a little too eager to use meaningless reasons to kill an innocent explorer. Easily repeatable reasons, already mentioned previously, with a mere agreement with what had been said. Rather too easy, that. Almost like she wanted to seem like she was being helpful, and not just wanting to kill people randomly, but still not actually offering anything of substance for why she really believed someone was a Traitor. That was curious too. And then there Quintus, who had tried to refocus attention back on the sleeping explorers--people who weren't a threat at all, even if they might be Traitors. Why do that? After all, if you were looking for Traitors, would it not be more beneficial to find Traitors with links to other Traitors? That wasn't something that was likely to be a thing for the sleeping explorers. They weren't doing anything at all. No connections, no exploring. No nothing. Even if you caught one, you wouldn't learn anything from them. So it was curious that the Professor, Quintus, and TBA were all trying to make everyone focus on them, under the pretense of the idea that a sleeper could be a Traitor. Very curious. Khaos shrugged, deciding that such curious behavior from so many people didn't really matter, and went deeper into the house. She was on a mission...to find....something. She wasn't sure what, but she'd know it when she saw it. She hoped.

Khaos cocked an eyebrow at the Hammer. She was certain she'd talked to him a few days ago, but it wasn't about why she was suspicious of him. She'd mentioned in passing why she thought he might be a Traitor. Two completely different things. She still thought he was a Traitor, even more-so now that TBA's comment a couple of days ago was explained. She remembered now why she hadn't bothered to follow the Hammer that night. TBA had been so certain he was good, and why in the world would someone be so certain unless they knew something. But then, if TBA knew things like that, why would he still be alive? Unless the Traitors knew that he'd been faking because he'd actually chosen a Traitor to claim wasn't a Traitor.... And The Hammer was being cautious about things that there was no reason to be cautious about. Why would a man so big be stepping so lightly around how many Traitors there were? Didn't he realize how awkward that made him appear? There were obviously 6 Traitors. Two Omens had been found the first night, one the second night, two the third night and now one the fourth night. Basic addition says that that total comes out to six. So it didn't make sense for someone to not only tread light around what the number might be, but also tie that information back to another explorer. It was almost like he knew how many Traitors there really were but didn't want to seem like he knew things he shouldn't and wouldn't know if he weren't Traitor. So he was being overcautious in explaining himself. Khaos was near-certain that The Hammer was a Traitor. Now to follow him the next night. Maybe find the others. She had her eye on C.L. Anky and Eques Tempore still as well, and she felt those two were both rather very solid reads for Traitors. Even that Professor--Hae, or whatever his name was--was looking a little.....Traitor-y. Poor Rotiart was just having a nap and some of these bloodthirsty hounds were surrounding him with cudgels, claiming that they were just poking him to wake him up. You don't surround someone if you're just poking them. You don't send three people to poke someone awake. That wasn't even chaotic. That was a team effort. You don't spread chaos working as a group. Khaos paused. Hm. Maybe the Traitors weren't the good guys here. She'd thought they were just spreading chaos and maybe they were at first, when there were only two or three of them, but it couldn't really be called chaos now with six of them, could it? She wasn't sure, and she didn't particularly like feeling unsure about that, since it had been a core foundation for her the last few days. Though, she admitted, with her core foundation shaken, now things were bound to be even more chaotic. Who knew what she'd do with nothing to follow...

I thought the same thing when Provo was one of the first cities to get Google Fiber. Just like Kansas City. Not exactly the cities you'd think Google would jump to first, but I'm not complaining.

Only 3 favorite songs? That's hard. Um. Wait For It Hurricane Guns and Ships Honorable Mentions: It's Quiet Uptown, Burn, The World Was Wide Enough, You'll Be Back, and One Last Time (I could easily list another 5 songs here as well, but I need to cut it off somewhere... ) I....actually think it would be a lot easier for me to list my least favorite songs. Those would be: Say No to This Take a Break If my Ookla name hasn't given it away, my current favorite line is probably "I am inimitable. I am an original." It's kind of my motto right now.

Mod!Wilson here speaking as both a moderator of the SE and a moderator of the site as a whole: Using rep as a game mechanic would be abuse of the rep system. Rep abuse is not something the staff or the admins take lightly. Please do not use the rep system as a game mechanic. Thank you.

Khaos had a sudden urge to say the number 14. She barely suppressed it, having no idea where it came from. Crazy is not chaotic, after all, and if she started talking to herself, blurting out random words, people would think she was the former. She threw her little metal ball up in the air, and caught it as it came down. She hadn't found the skeleton last night, despite searching all over for it. On the plus side, the ball was proving fun. Though it didn't seem to have a purpose. Not like the pen. Ah well. At least it had kept her mildly entertained while she looked for that blasted skeleton. Sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the ground, she laid the metal ball on the ground and rolled it across the floor between her legs, back and forth from one hand to the other. Then she glanced across the room and noticed Eques Tempore and Quintus both looking a little shifty-eyed. And then she mentally kicked herself. She'd forgotten to follow the Hammer last night. Her eagerness to find the skeleton again had completely made her forget about following him. But it didn't seem like it would've mattered anyway. Today, he was acting decidedly un-traitor-like. She sighed. She was probably never going to find the traitors. She went back to rolling her ball across the ground. Back and forth, back and forth. Mesmerizing. --- I'm going to leave my Ookla name as it is, but the only reason I'm doing so is because I've been RPing the entire game, so my posts pre-Ookla are virtually the same as my posts post-Ookla. If you're still having trouble with that though, let me know, and I'll change it.

Really? Huh. I figured the bold blue name and my unchanged sig would certainly give me away. I wasn't even trying to hide. I just wanted the Hamilton reference.

Khaos skipped through the house, searching every nook and cranny she could find, intent on finding that skeleton again. She knew she shouldn't have left it sitting down there in the dungeon, for anyone to happen upon, but no, she just had to go and get distracted, leaving it alone, and by the time she got back to the room, someone else had taken it. All those things she could've done with a skeleton...and now they'd just have to stay in her mind as ideas. She sighed discontentedly and slowed down as she neared the rooms where most of the others were congregating. She wasn't really sure she wanted to join with them. After all, she'd been almost bored out of her mind the previous day, after The Hammer had stormed off, flinging her pen back at her. She wasn't sure of what to think of the brute. On the one hand, she was entertained that he'd shattered her pen and created the sliver chaos, but on the other hand, he was acting a little....strange. She decided she might want to tail him the coming night. He might just lead her back to those traitors, since she had a feeling he was one himself.

Of my family members who had to have their wisdom teeth pulled, none of them continued taking the prescription painkillers past 4-5 days after the surgery. I was still taking them 13 days later. It should be noted that I usually have a rather high tolerance for pain, so...yeah. I thought that I followed the instructions well enough, but apparently I did not do as well as I'd hoped, because I ended up with two dry sockets and I kind of hated life there for a bit. Dry sockets are not something I would wish upon anyone (though the hydrocodone was kind of fun...). I would definitely second the advise to do exactly what the recovery instructions say. You'll be fine if you do.

Khaos hurried into the room the second that brute left it. He'd crushed her poor pen. Brutalized it. It was....gone. She crouched down beside the little broken pieces, sifting through them for any sign of a piece big enough to possibly still be useable. As her fingertips brushed the first couple, they trembled and she froze, staring at them. The first tiny sliver righted itself and started scribbling on the floor. Idol of idiot-worshippers! The second soon joined it, with an entirely different message. Storytellers will tell cautionary tales of your tremendous senselessness for centuries after you are publicly executed. Khaos' eyes widened and she looked at the rest of the pile. There must be hundreds of the little slivers. And all of them, somehow, could still insult. Colours, she thought. This is brilliant. And while a part of her insisted that this wasn't how Awakening worked, she was never one to second-guess what could cause a little chaos. She picked up the first sliver and placed it in her pocket, just in case. The rest, she gathered up into her hands and left the room. As Khaos explored that night, she dropped a few slivers all along her path, in corridors and rooms, spreading their insulting joy where'er she went. The more spread out the slivers got, the better. When her hands were empty, she brought out her full (well, half actually) insulting pen and considered finding the Hammer again. Maybe he'd break this one too. She studied it as she walked around a corner, and when her head cracked against something hard, for a moment she wasn't sure what she'd hit. And then she noticed another person. A girl. The...crazy one. Khaos got another brilliant idea. Or crazy (fitting, for the company she was in). She looked at her pen and then back up at the other girl. "Here," she said, holding her pen out. "This is for you."

Close. It was actually Tellingdwar.

It's predominantly in Chile, and also in Argentina, Bolivia, and Peru.

I mentioned it to a few people before the game started and I'm pretty sure I mentioned it in every PM I was in last night. I either explained exactly what was going on or that I was going to be playing the game for fun. The reason I didn't say anything in the thread is because from the second I signed up, it was Khaos, and I didn't want to break character long enough to even say that I would be playing differently (though if you compare my past sign ups to this one, there are some very stark differences). As for interaction: PMs. Khaos isn't in those. They're entirely me. Until you have time to RP, or someone else does something that brings Khaos into the game more, PMs are the way to get what I'm thinking. EDIT: and character break over

Okay, I'm going to break character to say a few things: Not everyone has to take the game as seriously as others. This game is an RP game first and foremost, and I think we've fallen away from that in the last year, to the detriment of the games and the subforum as a whole. If people want to roleplay, they can roleplay. If someone wants to stay in character all the time, that's fine. They're well and able to play the game exactly as they wish to play, and no one should demand them to play otherwise (unless they're breaking the rules). I haven't been unstressed playing a game of SE since before LG12. Do you want to know why? Expectations. Some of these expectations are ones that I place on myself--when I'm evil, I feel like I need to be the best player I can be so I don't let my team down. Most of these expectations are placed on me from others, when I'm good. Do you know how blasted frustrating it is to have unwanted expectations thrust upon you from others? I am a player just like everyone else in this game and I'm not any more important or right than anyone else, despite what my dreaded reputation says to the contrary. If you haven't played with me, you don't know me, and reputations are often wrong. I can play this game how I wish to play it. If I don't want to write 1000+ word essays detailing exactly how and why a person is suspicious, I don't have to (and yes, this is something I've done in the past). If I don't want to spend hours and hours on the game every single day, even though almost no one else spends the same amount of time on it, I don't have to (and yes, that's how I've played almost every game in the last 2 years). If I don't want to provide anywhere near the same level of contribution I have in the past, I don't have to. If you want Khaos to contribute, your characters are going to have to give her a reason to. A reason that she will find worthy of warranting her attention. Right now, she literally doesn't care about anything to do with the current discussion (though you'll note that I did place a vote, so obviously I'm fine with a lynch), and if left to her own devices, she'll continue not caring. Which means that even if there are posts that I want to respond to and which I normally would respond to, I can ignore those. I told myself before this game started that I was playing as her. Everything was going to be how she would be. If she doesn't care about something, I don't care about it. If she wants to do something, she'll do it. I still fully intend to do that because you know what? It's kind of freeing. It's kind of fun not worrying about the game. And it's not like my lack of 'contribution' is going to hurt the game--though I question that I'm not contributing. Any post that contains RP or game discussion is contributing to the game. What you're talking about is worthwhile contribution. And that's entirely subjective. Just because it's not your level of contribution or posts about what you think is important doesn't mean that it's not contribution. Assuming that Khaos ever finds a reason to actually care about what's going on, until that point, I'll be voting. And my votes do have reasons and suspicions for them. I'm just not saying those because Khaos has no reason to say them (she doesn't even find them suspect. As it stands right now, she'd rather join the traitors than work against them). And that's fine. It's okay to not take a game seriously. It's okay to have fun roleplaying in this roleplaying game. It's okay to use the character you signed up with. Stop acting like it's not.

Khaos doesn't care about discussion because she doesn't care about anyone in the house. She is in the house to have fun. If someone would like to hear Khaos' thoughts, one would first have to engage Khaos' interest in what is going on. Right now, she likes her pens and is quite content to stay out of all the drama. And when one says 'engage Khaos' interest' one truly means Khaos and not the one who may or may not be controlling her.

Khaos sat in a corner twirling one of her pens while the other called her a pottle-deep foot licker. She grimaced briefly at that thought. Nasty business, feet licking. You never knew what people picked up on their feet. Especially if they were like her, choosing to go bare on the foot everywhere. She suppressed a shudder. She tried to tune out the group, discussing omens and traitors and other things but it was kind of difficult. Especially the traitor part, because they were acting like being a traitor was a bad thing. It sounded like fun to Khaos. Who wouldn't want to wreak a little havoc? Especially in a house like this. Imagine how much fun that would be! She wondered if she could find these traitors somehow. They were probably decent folk, being unfairly treated. For now though, Khaos' eye caught on one of the other people in the room. A man she was pretty sure had referred to himself as The Hammer (ridiculous name, that, she thought). She slowly made her way over to him and sat down. "My pen has a message for you," she said, placing a blank piece of paper in front of him. She had a feeling he was looking at her like she was crazy, but she didn't bother to verify that as she placed the tip on the paper. She held her breath for a beat, wondering what it would write. You talk greasily; your lips grow foul. She barely contained her snort of amusement at her pen's sense of humor. She picked it back up and looked him in the eye, waiting to see what he would say. Let's see you call me crazy now, she thought.

Your father smells of elderberries and your mother was a hamster! Khaos giggled, watching her Awakened pen scrawl nonsense on the the paper. She wasn't sure what a hamster was--or elderberries, for that matter--but the pen clearly thought it was funny. Or....maybe that it was trying to offend her? She wasn't sure. One of the two, certainly. It continued writing, ignoring her giggles of delight. Thou art a fawning fly-bitten horn-beast! Okay, definitely trying to offend. Not that Khaos was actually offended. She wasn't sure what use the old Heron family had for a pen like this, but whatever it was, she was glad she'd found it. She giggled again and picked it up before it could scrawl out another insult. Twirling it between her fingers, she thought for a few moments, and then snapped it in two. She then placed both tips on two separate pieces of paper and released them, hoping that her idea actually worked. Both pen tips started writing. Your stink is unreservedly revolting. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. Khaos clapped her hands in delight. She now had two pens and they worked perfectly! She snatched them up and hurried out of the room. She wasn't sure who she would use her new find on, but surely one of those amateurs from elsewhere in the house would be ripe for a well-placed insult. She couldn't wait to see their reactions to her glorious gift. Now if only she could find them....

I think it's safe to say that no one's going to answer this. @OrlokTsubodai want to answer it and provide a new challenge?

"I must have dropped the key," the real estate agent said, patting down his pocket. "I'll just go and retrace our steps... Won't be a moment." And then he turned and left the group in the room. Khaos cocked her head to the side as he hurried passed her, looked around at the group, and snuck out after him. After all, if they were locked up on this place, she might as well have a bit of fun, right? What kind of an explorer would she be if she stayed stuck in a stuffy room with a bunch of amateurs with this kind of mystery right within her grasp? Nope, she definitely planned to have stories to tell when the agent finally found the keys and they got out. She followed the man as he went back through the Great Hall, then to the Games Room and back towards the Breakfast Room, looking increasingly confused as he left each room. And then, suddenly, he was just gone. Khaos stared at one of the walls, certain that it had moved in the split second she'd looked away from the agent's back. Did it....did it cut her off from the agent? No....walls in houses don't move. That's insane. But what if? What if the stories were true. What if.....the house ate people. And the agent was just the most recent in this long line of tasty, living meals? Khaos looked around her and then grinned. Then giggled. Oh, this could be fun. She turned away from the wall and skipped deeper into the house, not even caring about the group of people still stuck in the Master Bedroom, or if she got lost. In a house like this, where walls could move and people disappeared, everyone got lost eventually. Might as well embrace it if you could.

I've been on Google Fiber for almost 2 years now, and when it's working well, it's very good. When it's not working well, it's on par with most other internet services in the US. Though when it's working poorly, it feels like it's actually worse because you get spoiled with the good times. So that's fun.

Yes, but I'm not sure how wise it would be to start a political thread right after this election. The political discussion in Rogue Admins got a little heated there and while we're usually pretty good about controversial topics, I think it would be better to wait until this all dies down to create a dedicated politics thread.