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Elithanathile

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  1. Akirsefatafesrika whacked the man with the strange glowing hands on the back of the head. It didn't make him feel any better, but it did give him an opportunity to take the man's gloves and eat them. And that did make him feel better. "You never feel better than when you've eaten somebody's glowing gloves," his Aunt had always said. She then proceeded to back up her words. Many times. Akirsefatafesrika went through a lot of gloves as a child. It wasn't his fault that his hands glowed with an unearthly light. Many said it was because of his name. It being long and all. Nobody ever mentioned the symmetry. Akirsefatafesrika glanced up, just in time to avoid getting speared by the lightning bolt from the almighty himself. The man without the glowing gloves, as of now, was not so lucky. Having a symmetrical name had it's pros and cons. He sighed and went on his way, letting out a small glowing burp. He might bring those back later, to spend, or maybe eat again. Edit: Minor spelling and grammar.
  2. I'm signing up as Akirsefatafesrika, a dark-eyes who's name is so long, nobody ever noticed that it is actually perfectly symmetrical, and thereby, blasphemy. No, you may not call him Fat, because he isn't. He hopes to survive the trip, but he wasn't actually ever in the army, he was just lying down on some rocks to die when it started raining, and a lot of people went by. So, for kicks, he snuck up, knocked someone unconscious, stole their uniform and gear, and got in formation. Nobody noticed.
  3. Hmm. Well then, I suppose he might be. Didn't see that one coming. Like a bolagna and guilt sandwich. When you get hit by it, it covers you. And it's a big mess, and people will avoid you because of it. (Still working on my David metaphors.) Also, just realized, Blasphemous Scholar means exactly that. That's the name of the role. I'd thought this whole time, people were just abbreviating forgers, resealers, and bloodsealers into that one group. Oops. I totally know how to play this game, guys.
  4. Did you scan PK? I haven't noticed any suspicious behavior, but I can't be 100% sure. There's only one Jindoeese diplomat per game right? And that's you, Adamir. And I thought you scanned Shallan last round, so are you sure PK is discovery, or do you think he is acting suspicious. And if you're saying that he just said he solved the code, when he knew it all along, he spent 8 hours one day trying to break it. It is possible he is discovery, but I would like some kind of proof, because I don't really believe it.
  5. A young boy, muscular, but thin, walked out of Naor the Arbiters wing of the palace. He was garbed in enough silk to look like a small large pillow. He was wearing multiple shirts and other pieces of clothing, sweeping across the floor as he walked, all the finest that money could buy. Apparently Naor had given his new servant free roam of his chambers, letting him do whatsoever he chose for the most part. Many of the other factions would look upon that, and use it against Naor when the time came. It was nearly impossible to make out any other distinguishing features behind the mad whirlwind of color. The young boy slowly made his way through the palace, asking directions multiple times, until he came to the door of the office of the chief of street maintenance. He knocked, and received a gruff, "Enter. If you must." from the occupant. Slave pushed open the door, and viewed a rather odd scene. In a room only as large as Naor's wardrobe, was a man so tall that he was constantly stooped over in his chair so that his head was not brushing the ceiling. His shoulders were wide, and he was obviously very muscled. Spread on the walls of the room were obviously maps of some kind, possibly showing the streets of the city, which was most likely, seeing the mans occupation. There were numerous annotations on the majority of the maps, defining various potholes and rough cobbles that needed to be fixed. The man was stooped over a small desk, furiously scribbling a message to someone, something about more supplies needed for the fourth quadrant department. He looked up as Slave entered, a grizzled beard, obviously left uncared for in the last few days, covering his face, seeming like a thick hairy covering to separate the man from the world. By the look in his eyes, it wasn't working. Slave walked up uncaring, fished around in his rainbow apparel for a few moments, then pulled out a sheaf of papers from somewhere inside the jumbled mess, that looked to have been stepped on multiple times, and was that... orange stains on that corner. Obviously the courier had not been the most careful in his duties. Slave spoke for the first time, his voice a shrill squeak, that was mildly offensive to the ear. "Here are your papers sir, all read through and signed with the appropriate signature," he proclaimed proudly as he passed them over. The man handled them gingerly, but they did have the proper markings, so he turned to shoo the young servant away, but the young man continued to speak. "Some men might let a disease like this get them down, maybe stop doing paperwork for a while, but not my master! No, even though I had to hold the papers for him, he did it! Yes, my master is a great man, a great man indeed." The grizzled man tried to begin speaking, while gently pushing him out the door, but the young man resisted, and continued to prattle on. "He might not be able to stand, or drink anything more than broth, but my master continues on, yes he does. Through the coughing and sneezing, he read every one of those papers, and understood them too! I'm just a poor slave, with no learning of my own, but my master could understand everything those papers said, yes sir, and he knew what you were doing was important, so he pressed on, even through the horrible disfigura-" The man had heard enough, and his head was starting to ache. He roared, "Enough!" and bodily shoved the boy through the open doorway hard enough that the jumbled mess continued on at a good clip down the hallway. The door was slammed, and the man went back to his work. But after a few moments, he looked around, and seeing no one nearby, he deftly flipped over the letter he was writing, and continued on the other side. "The papers have arrived, and the mop handles are just large enough to fit spears in. This should give you a perfect way of sneaking your armaments through into the castle itself, and none shall be the wiser. Within three months, we should be ready for a full uprising against this tyrannical organization. The money will be stored in the containers of cleaning fluids in the storage room, so send a messenger to obtain it, and our plan can proceed as planned. Hail to the republic!" The secret letter was quickly folded and put away in a pocket. Then he went back to work on his original missive. Slave, hidden in a corner, saw everything. Now without his clothing of before, he wore utilitarian garments that might pass as a cleaners preferred style of clothing, but which were dark enough to blend into shadows easily. He carefully unpinned one of the maps from the wall, and turned it over to reveal plans for an attack upon the castle itself, beginning from within. It was deftly folded and slipped into a large pocket on his clothing, before Slave slipped through the door to go find his usual clothing. Sneaking around had become so much easier since he began using the thing, a mass of colorful clothing, much more memorable than the boy wearing them, mounted upon a framework supported by wheels. He was almost invisible now.
  6. I'll sign up as Slave, a poor boy, who knows no other name, and carried bridges for the first 16 years of his life before running away and being taken in by a kindly old arbiter, who then died the next week. Slave, not knowing what else to do, runs all the errands that his master used to need, does all the paperwork that he used to need to do, puts perfumes on the dead body in the closet every day to keep people from noticing the stink, and in general, pretends that his master is merely sick, and is still up and running. But he's not. Poor, poor, Slave. Edit: Looked at main post. Looked up Sartrean bad faith. Laughed. Posted summary here for you guys. "The phenomenon where a human being under pressure from societal forces adopts false values and disowns their innate freedom hence acting in-authentically." Yes to this, and kudos to Kasimir for knowing what in the world that was.
  7. Thanks for responding, Orlok. I guess you guys are pretty dead-set on seeing me dead. I need to go somewhere soon, and I don't want to accuse someone wrongly again, so I'll just vote for myself, Bridge Boy. And I am aware that this is a quick fix, but this is my first time, and I thought they lasted a few weeks, not simply one week. I apologize for my error, and hope I can get a better sense of scope next time. Hope you guys can find all the CC! Everton Slade, ex-lawman, has gone on his last journey. He only hopes, in his dying thougts, that people will remember him for what he did, not what people said that he was. Goodbye y'all. If Everton Slade had one wish, he would go back and change his choices.
  8. I didn't vote because I had been watching the thread very closely, then at about 3:00 here, with about 3-4 hours left to go in the station, I got wrapped up in something with my dad, and finished up at about 7:30. So I'm sorry for not being able to vote, but I'm not sorry I spent time with my dad. My not voting had nothing to do with this game or the kill. I'm not a CC, and I believe the reason the kill didn't go through is because Neo was killed. If you look up at the main post of this thread, it says at the end that if a CC is lynched, then the kill doesn't go through. This isn't rock solid evidence, but I am very convinced that Neo had the kill that station, and was lynched before he could do it. Here you go Bort! And I seem to have made myself a target. What fun. Haven't heard from Orlok in a while, so I'm going to toss out another poke vote on him. At this later stage, we need everyone participating that we can get.
  9. Sorry to jump into the discussion so late, but I've been looking over the posts, and I'm voting for Dow as well. Seems to be posting to post, not to try and weed out CC. And I saw someone voted for Aanwolf, because they were suspicious of what happened in the passenger car, and I can tell you that his proposed plan was intended so that the passengers would get more coins, which helps us weed out the CC's. I do understand that someone went over on the amount, so nobody got the money, but I don't know who that was, and I seriously doubt that it was Aanwolf, due to his post. The post that I saw accuses him of wanting to make it cheaper to go over, but at where the limit was, it would only cost 1 coin more, and I don't see a CC posting and drawing attention to themselves that much, just for it to be 1 coin cheaper. I am not advocating for Aanwolf, and if I see something suspicious, I will draw attention to it, I am merely attempting to give some more information on the situation in the passenger car last round.
  10. Just what she does seems off. Jain right above you stated the majority of my issues, and she seems to be doing a lot of pointing fingers without a lot of actual voting. I'm new to this, so I don't know for sure, but it seems like the kind of thing that a CC would do.
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