Arraenae
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Clifford
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FIRE
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Pyromaniac
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I've never really questioned my gender much. I'm me, and I'm female, end of story. My orientation is much different: it's a big box with a question mark for an answer. It's not an issue now, because I'm not in a relationship and I don't want to be in a relationship, but I feel like I should try figuring it out sometime before I graduate from college.So far I haven't done much except for warily eye the box and hope certain answers don't pop up, but that's about it. I'm not sure what I would do if I turned out to be a lesbian. My mom says that gays and lesbians are "unnatural" (mostly because they don't produce children). Of course, I don't believe her (and I don't consider one of the main purposes in my life to be continuing my bloodline, either). The problem is that parental relationships would probably be strained for a while if I decided to suddenly introduce my family to my girlfriend.
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Shh you're not supposed to tell them he's a villager!
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Your analysis is very clear. Sorry to hear about your lack of sleep.
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Brunette
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Sorry if this is hard to follow. Blame Lopen for figuring out Amanuensis's and my alignment. We would have been much sneakier if not for him.
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B-but what am I supposed to do, take a flashlight and shine it in his face?
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Maybe he wanted to invest in someone? I am not one to guess what the Soul of the Abyss may or may not do. I leave that task to those who want to be broken in the worst ways possible.
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Joe is Preservation, or claims to be. Mark is Survival. Burnt might be Odium's Champion. What proof do you have that you roleblocked Odium?
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Allomancy
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The music ended, and the dance slowed. Nila burned bronze for a moment, and flinched at the sounds pulsing in her ear. Was that… a Shard? On Scadrial? Was that Honor? “You might be casting suspicion, but my Stormlight will shine through the worst you can throw,” a voice said. It shrieked like the rumble of a Highstorm, and Nila clapped her hands over her ears. A moment later, the pulsing disappeared. Honor was gone. "I need to do something," Nila said. "Thanks for the dance." She let go of Parth's hands and left the ballroom. She walked out into the misty night and towards the coach she'd hired a Noble to abandon. She looked in both directions, but nobody was on the streets. It had to be that stupid superstition these Scadrialans had. She shrugged and swung into the coach. The coach was almost entirely black, perfectly suited to this dull world of ash and mist. It was also perfectly suited for Awakening. "My breath to yours," Nila said. Rainbow mist puffed out of her mouth and into the coach, which caused her purple dress to bleach to grey. "Take me to the Well of Ascension.” A few hours later, Nila staggered out of the Purelake. Water rained out of her hair and dress like a miniature Highstorm, along with some weeds and a single, flopping fish. Nila spat water out of her mouth and grabbed a bag of cloth from what used to be a Scadrialan stagecoach. The bag was completely free of water, one of the upsides of lining the insides with aluminum. She opened it. “HONOR,” she bellowed. “I HAVE COME FOR YOU!” She reached into the bag and began to pull items out. “A skaa’s loincloth, stained with ash from Scadrial.” “A cup from First of the Sun, filled with Aviar poop.” “A Soulcasted statue of blackbane and crem.” “A hook from Braize, covered in a Herald’s blood and urine.” “Slime from the walls of Elantris, mixed with the remains of a Bloodsealer’s skeletal playthings.” “The intestines of a sandling, with some undigested Sand Masters still inside.” “Chouta.” Nila reached into the bag to pull out her last item, then stopped. Did she really want to do this? Was she really so heartless that she’d subject Honor to this final horror she’d packed? Yes. She really was that heartless. Nila pulled out the last item -- a collection of paper -- and waved it in the air. “And a transcript of all the theories that say Calamity is Cosmere!” Nila looked down at all the items she’d assembled and Awakened. She closed her eyes, and gave them a final Command. “Splatter Honor.” EDIT: formatting
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I have a history of being bussed -- twice, in QF12 and LG17. I'm not above letting myself die to get cleared (although whether my death cleared anybody in LG17 is up for debate, seeing as the person who revealed me to the person who would reveal me to the world eventually died). Of course, bussing the most powerful role on your team is a stupid idea. That's why you're probably not a 17th Sharder. But you can't deny that you've done it before. Look at me, casting suspicion on the most cleared person of us all. He definitely can't be a 17th Sharder...right?
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Uh... you don't have Aons. You're an assassin who poisons people to death, presumably by cooking that poison and putting it into their food.
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Yeah, maybe. You caught a very nice Ripple Effect error with Lopen -- referring to the village as "they", not "us". The first time someone died for it, Ripple was a villager who was later undeadified as an eliminator. The next time someone caught that, Elbereth was a secret eliminator. I want to know how effective of a tell the Ripple Effect is.
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Sure. Cloud. Lopen. He's too smart for his own good.
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Remember, if you put off killing Aman now, he's going to live and you'll have to deal with him later. And votes can be very annoying during lynches. Especially when the eliminators have vote manipulation. Can you point to which posts DC made that were suspicious? Your argument would be much stronger if you had specific pieces of evidence to point to, rather than a vague assertation that the posts were suspicious. You have a point about Cloud. Lopen. Cloud, are you here? Have a poke vote. SHAME.
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Doesn't count -- you weaseled it out of me. Talking with you is like trying to hold a conversation with someone who is backflipping in circles around me. I think I did okay, and then you flash my wallet, car keys, and ID card at me. And by the time I have the presence of mind to chase after you, you're already on the roof of the building two houses over and waving my stuff in the air for everyone to see.>.< EDIT: Hey, Amanuensis, how much sleep did you get last night/early morning today?
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It speaks! I'm sure I can fix you by spiking the sentience out of you. Are you sure that's what you want?
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Lopen, I'm not sure what I was doing with Joe either. I blame whatever I did on his influence. Please, no more lateral thinking. My brain can't handle it. (Out of my entire experience with SE, my PM with Joe gave me the most "oh storms" moments.) LOOK MARK EXISTS! Araris. He probably just missed Nyali's alignment being posted inthread D2. (I've done that before. At least 3 times, I think. Or maybe Araris is just a clueless eliminator? Let me check the doc again.) EDIT: I'm taking my own advice and going to sleep. Goodbye, villagers. I'll see you again tomorrow. Also, Lopen.
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Joe, you make a wonderful Preservation. Truly annoying. I suppose this is what Ati felt like when he got played by Leras over and over again, huh? Seriously, I'd have thought that Hoid would have been better at dealing with the Shards than I have been. I'm not even being properly trolly. I'm leaving that to Amanuensis.
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Good question. I'd love to answer, but I don't deal with sleep-deprived teammates. Goodbye. At least get more than 5 hours of sleep tonight, yeah?
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No. Please no. Just... if you value your sanity, you will NOT try to find Alv's true nature. Please. You don't know what it's like to have your sanity flayed to pieces as you fall into the neverending abyss. You won't be able to escape. You'll see Alvron everywhere, just at the edges of your vision, but never really there, because he's everywhere. You don't want to feel the prickle at the back of your neck that tells you he's watching you and smiling as you blunder in the dark. Please, just... no.
