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I think O.O, o.o, and all have slightly different meanings. O.O Major shock, as in "WHAAAAAT"? o.o Minor shock, as in "what?" O.o Skeptism. Skeptism, same as O.o, but O.o doesn't convert automatically to this.
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You're a popular person, Amanuensis. EDIT: Ri slipped outside the house with a Tellé mistcloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders. The tassels fluttered behind her as she walked, almost like the mists themselves. Ri wasn’t a Mistborn, but it was warm, and made people leave her alone. She didn’t want to deal with people on this walk. A few skaa sweeping ash drew back from Ri as she passed. She gave them a contemptuous glance and moved on. The mistcloak gave her an aura of power that she normally didn’t want (few clients liked an informant more powerful than them), but it got the skaa out of her way, which was rare now. The Venture boy should have given these skaa fewer “rights”, she thought. Getting them under control will be much harder now. “Hey! Hey, you. What are you doing with the Survivor’s cloak?” One skaa stood in front of her with one hand on his pitchfork, one hand on his hips. He wore a tattered vest and trousers, just like the other skaa, but had something around his neck. It was a necklace, with a rough metal… spear as a pendant? “I don’t know who you’re talking about. Now get out of my way,” Ri said. She tried to push past the skaa, but found the prongs of the pitchfork jabbed into her gut. She looked up and saw another grim-looking skaa in her path. Ri huffed in anger. How dare these skaa accuse her of petty theft! She grabbed a tassel and shoved it into the skaas’ faces. “This is mine. MINE! Do you understand the concept? My House MAKES mistcloaks like these. Whatever your survivor wore probably came from us. Now let me MOVE.” One skaa, a female with a scar through her mouth, took the proffered tassel and inspected it. “I think she’s telling the truth.” Ri snatched the tassel back. “Yes! In the name of the Lord Ruler, get OUT OF MY WAY.” “The Lord Ruler is dead. The Heir of the Survivor killed him,” Pitchfork skaa said. “Who is the survivor?” she asked.The heir had to be Vin, Elend’s Mistborn mistress. Somehow, she was connected to the skaa’s survivor person. A moment later, Ri’s mind caught up to her mouth. Skaa had only a bare semblance of intelligence, punishment for defying the Lord Ruler in the past. Asking skaa for information was like asking a dog what Elend Venture was doing -- utterly useless and nonsensical. Stupid informant habits, she thought. I shouldn’t have asked that. Unfortunately, there was no way to take the question back. Pitchfork skaa’s set the pitchfork on the ground, point-down. “The Survivor was… it’s hard to explain.” He fingered the spear pendant of his necklace. Strangely, he seemed to have forgotten all about his accusations of theft. “He escaped the Pits of Hathsin. He could fly, and fling a man around without touching him, and had inhuman strength.” “He taught us how to oppose the Lord Ruler,” Scar skaa said. “To depose nobles like you.” Pitchfork skaa elbowed Scar skaa. “Come on, she can’t be that bad. Let’s go to the next sermon. It’s at Ahlstrom Square. You can learn about the Survivor there.” Ri opened her mouth to refuse, then hesitated. Last time, she’d ignored rumors of a skaa uprising because they were about skaa. She couldn’t make the same mistake again. “Sure,” she said, trying to keep the distain out of her voice. “Lead the way.”
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Aman, because I don't like this vote engineering. I don't see how it will help us find Spiked, which is your self-professed goal. Are you trying to get us to focus on the House War instead of the Spiked?
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While I’m suspicious of Kipper, I don’t think we should welcome a player back by killing them. I don't like this bandwagon on him.
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You just killed a potential mistcloak customer.
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I’m beginning to wonder whether the person behind the 17th Shard account known as “Kipper” is the same person who left earlier this year to take an SE hiatus. This current “Kipper” is making posts that are more suited to insulting people in docs than a game of Sanderson Elimination. When I suggested that we focus on the Spiked team first, Kipper smacked down my idea. He said he would not be revealing his any of his faction’s information, including the memberlist. He explained how keeping factional information secret is good for all of us. Then, even though it was Night, he placed a vote on me because I was supposed to be smarter than to suggest going for the Spiked first. I agree completely with all the points that he brought up. This isn’t a standard elimination game. Making memberlists public will hurt more than help. I disagreed with how he implied that I wanted everybody to share factional information. In fact, I don’t see how catching the Spiked and keeping factional information secret are contradictory. So, I asked Kipper. He said the last part of his post wasn’t referring to me. I asked him who he was referring to. The last paragraph included a vote on me, a chastisement of me, and an explanation that I wasn’t in his faction and should die. He told me it didn’t matter and that I should go back to check his post. I understand that Kipper was not going to come back from his hiatus playing the exact way he did before. I understand that Kipper is still on the mod-queue, which makes playing SE difficult. I understand that Kipper sometimes enjoys prodding people to see their reaction (he once responded to a string of critiques for someone’s writing with one-liners just to troll me). But that doesn’t explain Kipper’s recent, uncharacteristic non-responses. Did a hungry and unskilled kandra discover his corpse sometime during his hiatus? Has he been hit very hard in the head by kitchen appliances while cooking? Or does he have an agenda that requires antagonizing me? I am not Kipper, nor am I the person behind his account. I don’t know what is happening, but he does. And this time, I want a real response.
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Well, that seemed effective. Kind of. At least you voted for somebody, even if you didn't have a reason. Sart.
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Sart, have any thoughts? You've been silent up until now. @Sart, so you see this.
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This was bad enough when it was just Stink and Kipper. You too? I'm calling in for charges of harassment and pedophilia.
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Studio Ghibli Style Kaladin/Syl
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[Kipper]The last part of my post was not replying to you. 10/10 copying of my post. @Kipper, what "last part of [your] post" are you talking about? It's certainty not the disclaimer and first paragraph here: [Kipper]Disclaimer: I hereby do not apologize for any feelings hurt or opinions maligned in the writing of this post. @Arraenae, your idea is ridiculous. This is not a "everyone work together to kill the Spiked" game. This is a bloody faction war game, and I intend to play it as such. I will not be revealing any faction resources publicly, and I suggest that everyone else (for the good of your factions) does not either. Let's look at two different instances where we could find information. You say that you won't reveal any faction resources publicly and suggest that other people don't do it either. Now, this could be evidence to back up your claim that "this is a bloody faction war game", addressed to me, or it could be an entirely new idea, addressed to everybody, that just looks like it is addressed to me because of bad paragraphing. Could you be talking about this part of your post? [Kipper]Instance 1: Bob reveals his faction, and his entire list of faction members, including roles, in the thread. This information is now public, and anyone can discuss it and strategize based off of it. Instance 2: Bob tells his role to the Builder faction, and a Spiked Builder tells his/her teammates about Bob's role. Now, the Spiked have information that no one else has, and trust me on this, they WILL slip. At some point in the game, no matter how hard they try not to, they WILL overthink a plan and let some small piece of information (that they should not have) slide. It's two scenarios that are used to demonstrate how revealing faction resources publicly is not good for our factions, which seems addressed to me because the topic sentence is in the same paragraph that calls my idea out as “ridiculous”. Again, maybe this isn’t truly addressed to me, maybe it only seems addressed to me because of bad paragraphing. And this is the last part of your post: [Kipper]Also, revealing our factions doesn't even help our factions. I'll do my best to keep my faction private, untargeted, and alive, thank you very much. The Spiked will know the factions soon enough; I'd rather that the memberlists stay with them. Arraenae. You're smarter than this, lil bean. (And you're also not in my faction so die. ) You vote for me, say I should be smarter than to suggest what I am currently suggesting, and say I should die because I’m in a different faction. I don’t see how that is anything other than replying to me, and those are the last three sentences. In your post, you mention one person: me. You vote for one person: me. You criticize the ideas of one person: me. Please tell me who else you could have possibly been addressing in your post, Kipper.
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I have lots to say. It's currently a huge wall of text that I'm trying to rewrite so it will make sense to other people beyond me. So... wait 15 minutes, I guess?
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Why do we need to know each other’s factions in order to analyze inconsistent voting? I personally fear this will devolve into a bad game of prisoner’s dilemma, where some people do things for the common good, and other people take advantage of it. In this case, some factions might reveal their members, only to be vulnerable to vigilantes from factions who don’t. I don't know how likely it is, but looking at people's positions, I think at least one faction would try to hold out, which would bring factional hostilities to the center of attention with absolutely no benefit.
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Disclaimer: I hereby do not apologize for any persons accused in the writing of this post. @Kipper, where did I mention factions giving up info to the thread, let alone giving up memberlists? I only suggested trying to kill the Inquisitor first, which would save us all headaches from wondering if we can trust our own Housemates. Also, this is a night cycle, so votes don’t count. You’re smarter than this, lil Kipper-wipper. Are you trying to make a strawman out of my post? (And you’re not in my faction either, so have a pointless return vote. )
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Ah, the classic eliminator scanner gambit. Another problem is if someone is Seeked, then Spiked, which could lead to some misplaced trust and the Spiked getting more information.
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This is a faction game. We have four different factions, each with conflicting win conditions, as well as a Spiked team. I know that many people are chomping at the bit to kill as many people on the other teams as possible, but that would be suboptimal for everybody. The Spiked team is a conversion team. The longer we leave them alone, the more powerful their team gets. If we squabble over factional differences, we'll let the Inquisitor seed spies within our ranks. If we let it grow to full-strength, the Inquisitor team will be stupendously overpowered. Take a moment and think of the players who gain your trust and steal your information, eliminators who get outed and troll you like the second coming of Hoid, planners who are already five steps ahead of you, players who are so commanding that you listen to them even if it's against your best interests. Now imagine all of these people working together as eliminators. Terrified? You should be. Divided, it will be difficult to find the Spiked lurking in our midsts. Together, we have chance. Everybody's win condition is to kill the Inquisitor and all of the Spiked, but if we cut off the head first, we all will have a better chance of victory. Please, let's destroy one source of head-splitting paranoia and focus on catching the Inquisitor first. What are the rules regarding PMs?
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The mist crept across the sky in undulating wisps and curls, lavender against the scarlet night sky. It swallowed up the familiar buildings of Luthadel one by one: first Keep Venture, then Keep Tekiel, then Keep Lekal, then finally the walls of the building Ri was leaning against, Keep Elariel. For the hundreth time, Ri tried to look inside the small gate she was supposed to enter through. She didn't see much, just a garden obscured by mist. She felt for the package she'd brought and sighed in relief when her fingers found coarse paper wrapped with twine. She had the package. Now she just needed to deliver it. As long as she was on time, there was absolutely no way to screw up this trip. No way at all. Was she late? Ri resisted the urge to dig in her pockets for her pocketwatch to check the time. She hadn't dared to bring a metal pocketwatch with her, even if she should be safe from the Elariel allomancers. Unfortunately, that meant she had no idea if she was late. Ri peered into the garden again, but found nothing that could tell her the time. Probably better to be early than late. The last thing House Tellé needed was to annoy House Elariel with a war looming on the horizon. Ri took a deep breath and opened the gate. It slid shut noiselessly behind her, trapping her inside Keep Elariel. Get a grip, Ri told herself. Two years of this and you still act like it's your first time. You've done this millions of times before. Nothing's going to go wrong. Ri raised her chin and strode towards the inside of Keep Elariel. She found the meeting point -- inside a small alcove below the third window -- and stood there with the package. Nobody was inside, so she stared out at the mist. It curled and undulated outside of the alcove, almost like a living thing. "Greetings, Rima Tellé," a voice said. Ri turned and saw a Terrisman and an Obligator right outside the alcove. "Here's the mistcloak," Ri said. She untied the twine, unwrapped the paper, and unfolded the mistcloak. Tassels of various shades of grey fluttered free of their bindings, almost like the mist itself. Ri couldn't see the fine embroidery on the mantle, but she could feel the delicate patterns with her fingers. The Terrisman took the mistcloak and handed Ri a bag of boxings. "500 boxings for the premium package, as you requested." Ri looked at the Obligator, who nodded from outside the alcove, close enough to see the bag of coins but far enough to be unable to hear the conversation. "This transaction is witnessed," the Obligator said. The Terrisman leaned forwards. "What information do you have for my lady?" Ri smiled. The pay would be extra good tonight. "You're not going to believe this. Valette Renoux -- her name is supposedly Vin -- is a Mistborn, and she's going to assassinate the Lord Ruler. She's part of some coup that wants to take over the Final Empire, using the skaa as soldiers. And you know who's in charge of this? Elend Venture. Strange, right? He seems like a fool now, but immediately after the Lord Ruler dies, he's going to give a speech that puts him in charge of the entire city. House Elariel will be completely overrun by skaa, so you have to get out now or die." "It's too late for us, Lady Rima," the Terrisman said. "The skaa are already inside the gates." Ri turned and froze. A hoard of screaming skaa charged towards her with torches, swords, pitchforks, staffs, and other weapons. They were everywhere, hundreds upon hundreds of the creatures blocking the only way out. Lord Ruler, I was too late, she thought. The Obligator died first, impaled by a sword to the chest. Then the Terrisman fell to the ground, where he was beaten by two skaa with dueling canes. Ri tried to back away, but she was trapped in the alcove. A sword swung towards her neck. Ri woke up in her bed, gasping and sweating. Lord Ruler, that... that was her third nightmare this week. The fourteenth this month. She shouldn't be worrying about, what, the skaa coming after her? House Tellé didn't own many skaa, because they were too expensive and too unskilled for Tellé's standards. Besides, the skaa had been pacified by Elend Venture's ridiculous parliamentary council or whatever it was. "You okay, Ri?" Laura, Ri's younger sister, asked from the bed across the room. "I heard you shouting." "I'm fine," Ri said. She threw aside her blankets and sat up. She'd been completely blindsided by the coup, and it was stupid to think that she could have prevented it, but she hadn't heard a word of it until the Lord Ruler had died. She'd heard the same "Eleventh Metal" rumors as everybody else, and it was her failing as an informant that she hadn't investigated them further. Now the Venture boy was in charge, and House Tellé's biggest client, House Elariel, was gone. The room felt suffocatingly small, far too much like the alcove in her nightmare. Ri stood up. "I'm taking a walk," she said. "You should try to sleep, Laura." "Okay," Laura said. "Goodnight." Ri glanced at her baby sister sleeping in the light of the mist. Laura looked so small and fragile, far too young to have lived through a House War and rebellion. "Goodnight. Love you," she said. Then she left the room to walk outside.
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My brother and I thought Britain would vote to stay. He said the betting odds were about 3 to 1. Looks like we've been proved wrong.
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Oh. Wow. Did not notice that at all. Changing character name to Ri, then. Playstyle might be different this game.
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I'll be your RP partner, El. Internet connection is spotty now, but I'll have full internet when the game starts. Sign me up as Rima, an informant who likes attending balls.
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Final thoughts, in my third post in a row: This game has been a very good lesson for me why eliminators should always be killed. Our team's luck swung back and forth a lot this game, especially with Sheep's conversion. Burnt's vote manipulation ended being incredibly powerful -- with it, we made almost every single lynch go our way, which was probably very frustrating for the village. On another nite, I finally survived a game!
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Viva la whatever it's called (the song)
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Key Nila -- kandra hemalurgist who shouldn’t have a spike in when dealing with Ruin Bernte -- a Selish girl who is far too compatible with Ruin Aman -- a man from another universe Cloud -- A delusional wanderer Gorl walked through the crowded street in Sel slowly, ignoring the strange looks the crowd gave him because of his odd attire and clearly foreign looks. He was lost in deep thought, as he was usually after the failed attempt to recreate Adonalsium. Suddenly, his head snapped up as a movement flickered in his vision, a flash of red lightning that was there for only an instant. Gorl’s instincts took over as he called sand free from it’s bag and sent a few newly formed ribbons after the source of the flicker. His mind whirled with possible combat scenarios and classic sand techniques. Gorl began drawing more and more sand from his bag and started forming ribbon after ribbon, when suddenly he stopped. There was nothing there. He had been seeing things again. It had started just a few months ago, when Odium had made his ominous announcement, “I will see you again shortly…”. Gorl had become more and more paranoid and soon, he was seeing assassins and Odium’s investiture everywhere. He couldn’t sleep for days on end because he saw the shadows of assassins everywhere, and this had not helped his mental health. No sleeping for days had a way of affecting one’s mind, and the already unstable Gorl was having some definitely noticeable changes. The four 17th Sharders sat in the rubble of what was formerly the Shardic Coalition’s headquarters, dwarfed by the blackened chunks of marble that littered the ground around them. The now-demolished building offered a clear view of the night sky, where stars and planets shone brightly in the darkness. Inside the remains of the hall, a woman in bright gold stood at a balcony and gazed at the Cosmere -- the Cosmere she and her companions had nearly exploded into a firestorm of chaos. Somewhere, somehow, she felt the Cosmere gazing back at her. She shivered and looked down at the spike in her fingers. It glinted in the light, silver stained with red spots. It looked wrong. It shouldn’t be so -- so -- so clean. Someone’s spiritweb lay trapped inside that spike. She chucked it over the balcony. She was done being Nila. Done being a hemalurgist. Done pretending to be anything other than a worldhopping kandra. “I failed,” she said. “Hoid, you’re hearing this through my spike, yah? Odium shattered three Shards. Devotion, Endowment, and Cultivation. It’ll take at least another thousand years before you can put them back together.” She sighed. “Harmony, what are we going to with the Shards we have? Bernte’s far too attached to her Shards. If we try reforming Adonalsium, she won’t be happy giving the power up. And I don’t want to imagine her as New Adonalsium...” Having heard what Nila said, Bernte growled, a strange sound coming from a human. “I don't remember you having a problem with someone having too much power when we originally planned on reforming Adonalsium.” She muttered coldly, turning to look at Nila. She had grown quite comfortable with all this power so wasn't too keen to let it go. Especially not Ruin. Ruin was hers and she would happily murder anyone who tried to take it from her. Nila being spiked, Bernte decided to give her a little warning; If you are so keen to take power away from me, Nila, I'd recommend you tread very carefully. NeLaar buried her face in her hands. Harmony, even now she felt Bernte leaning on her mind, speaking in her head. “Rust and Ruin, I’m never going to be safe now, yah?” She slipped away from the balcony. She needed to take one of her spikes out. Bernte watched her leave with a slight smirk. Safe… what’s the fun of being safe. If she had her way, no one would be safe.
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Mosquito bites are terrible things. That sucks.
