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Kynedath

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  1. CCG is a . . . Combat card game?
  2. I think that I started with about thirty bucks. That gave me like five decks from one of those big thingies. No idea what it's called, but it had a rectangular prism as a box. If you make multiple decks and teach someone the rules, you could play whenever you felt like explaining the game. No idea if this is valuable advice or not, but that's what I have.
  3. *Claps until hands start bleeding* *claps until hands fall off* *claps until clapping with elbow stumps* *claps until can't touch other arm anymore* *repeats with feet*
  4. It was mostly a reference to MR10 again. It was my first game and it was very similar to this one. However, they might make a PM with you, or do something else to claim that. I'm not sure how, but they might. But how about this? "I think that I like Meta's plan. It'll give people other people to trust, other than just their immediate [underlings]."
  5. Hey guys. I haven't posted here for a while because I'm still a bit salty about LG18. But I'm here now. Then again, I have to leave very soon. So I might not actually be that invested in this game sorry to say. I think that I like Meta's plan. It'll give people other people to trust, other than just their immediate superior. (Looking at you Tony Shark. Still salty about MR10)
  6. This isn't a theory though. This is just a statement and clarification.
  7. Anywhere between 4 and 76. Depends how I feel that day.
  8. Kynedath starts mumbling to himself in the corner. "The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes. The Everseries comes! THE EVERSERIES COMES!!!"
  9. "Government Building: In the Government Building, you can apply for a government job. You will get 2 points without fail." So you can just join the eliminator team? "Captains know their Regulars and Commanders know their Captains. The Government Agents do not have this." Do not have a command structure or do not know the command structure?
  10. The Library was quiet that afternoon.There were people, but not too many. Oddly enough, nobody was willing to talk today. Nobody was willing to look at Acaelus. Actually, come to think about it, nobody would even come near Acaelus. Why? That was anybody's guess at this point. Occasionally, one person would come over from a group and give him their . . . condolences? Why would he need their condolences. He had just been elevated earlier that morning. Too bad Marcos wasn't there to see that. He hadn't shown up to the university today, but Acaelus hadn't had time to check where he was. After one more person came up to say that they were sorry, he asked why. Julia heard this and came over immediately. "Acaelus . . . have you not heard? They found Marcos' body in the streets just this morning. I'm so sorry. Everyone saw how he brought you to life and took you under his arm." Acaelus didn't know what to think. Did they really want to ruin his day this much? Were they so bitter that he had been elevated so quickly? No that couldn't be it. He had seen others elevated much faster. What was this about? And why was Julia, one of the most supportive people he knew, part of it? Acaelus looked up to the small crowd that had stated to form around him. "Guys, what are you talking about? What are you trying to do? Marcos isn't dead and you all know it. What are you trying . . . to . . . pull?" He started to fade of near the end when he saw the expressions on the faces around him. He began to look around frantically. "No. No he can't be. No Julia, he can't be." The others just looked at him with pitying eyes. Acaelus began choking up inside. "No. No! No he can't be dead! What did they see? It had to be an illusion. Or, or maybe it was a fae that looked like Marcos! Something, anything, please. He can't be dead!" Acaelus felt tears running down his face. He stood up, gaze darting from person to person. Each of them looked concerned for him. "No please! He was all I had! NO! NO PLEASE NO!" He found people coming towards him, trying to grab his arms and bring him out of the library. "No! No leave me here! Leave me alone!" He fought away the hands, retreating back to his chair. He curled up on the chair he had spent countless hours reading on. He started talking to himself, desperate for anything that would ease his pain. "No. No, he's not dead. He just looked dead. The physickers had to have missed his pulse. He has to be out there. It wasn't him. It was someone who looked like him. IT WASN'T HIM!" He clutched at his books. He was sobbing. He was hyper-ventilating. He couldn't breathe. "I can't lose him too. He was all that I had here. I came to the University to escape this! No, it can't be real! I'm dreaming or having a nightmare, or, or . . . or . . . " He couldn't take it. His only friend in twelve years. Dead on the streets. Any attempt to near him was met with a furious attack until eventually men came who he couldn't fight off. They took him to the infirmary. Put him in isolated detainment. Left him alone with his thoughts. When he quieted, he heard himself sobbing uncontrollably. After an hour or two, he stopped crying. He had no tears left to give. He started to listen at the door for any sign of something other than the sterile white of the room and his own lamentations. eventually he heard Julia and the Master physicker talking. They were barely audible through the door. "He isn't insane. This is grief, not a troubled mind. Trust me, I know him. Give him time. He'll recover." "Believe me librarian, I know him too. I know that he was rambling and spouting nonsense and talking to himself. Those are three of the most obvious symptoms out of a multitude that he has been displaying. Intense feeling of despair often lead to insanity. I can heal his body, but I can't heal his mind. All we can do is store people like this away from the other students. He is going to the crockery." "No! His mind doesn't need healing. He just needs time. Give him a week. Keep him isolated, but keep him here. Observe him. He is not crazy, he just lost his best friend. Maybe his only friend. I know him. Let me talk to him and I can make him understand what is happening." A long silence ensued. The door opened abruptly and he say the Master physicker and Julia standing in the doorway. She stepped into the room. Acaelus regarded her with a flat look. "You don't know me as well as you think."
  11. Evidence of my innocence, I have not very much. But I do have one thing. If I were an eliminator, then I most likely wouldn't have wanted to disappear like I did way back in like cycle . . . 4? Anyways, I wouldn't have wanted to draw that much attention when I rejoined the game. I would have wanted to stay low and not get noticed until I had to. It's not much, but it is something. As for suspicions, I would probably say that . . . Oh jeez, I'm the tiebreak vote until the other two get on. Alright, no matter. I'd have to say that I haven't noticed Hellscythe this game, and as you all know, I always think that those who don't attract attention aren't those worth paying the most attention to. Clanky, I feel like I have seen you around more. If anyone had another reason for me to vote on someone, then by all means, tell me.
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