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Arraenae

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  1. Defending yourself by saying "an eliminator would do A, not B, and I've done B, so I can't be an eliminator" isn't a very strong defense. An eliminator might do B precisely because eliminators are expected to do A. Aman saying that if he was Odium he'd just attack Mark and be done with it isn't a valid defense, because if Aman was Odium, he might vote on Mark because it's not something people would expect Odium to do. The same thing goes for being part of the 17th Shard. The only time this is a valid defense is when B is so detrimental to the eliminators that the cons of doing B outweighs the pros they could get from it. Voting on Mark instead of killing him D1 isn't that detrimental to Odium, especially since Odium could kill attack someone else D1 and kill Mark later.
  2. Tamora Pierce
  3. A teacher of mine said that it's better to have a horrible first draft than nothing at all, because even if 99% of it is trash that you'll throw away, you might find a few gems in the mud worth keeping.
  4. Nila turned away from Parth and looked out the window. It was a clear glass pane, and mist curled behind it, darkened by a few motes of ash swirling in the night. It was depressingly grey. No wonder Scadrialans were so beaten down, if this was what their night sky looked like. Even Idris had more color than this. Nila turned back to the inside of the ballroom and chewed contemplatively on a fruit. At least the dresses were colorful. A few couples danced a waltz in the center of the room, but most of them were just talking to one another, probably for some political nonsense. What was the point of attending a ball if you didn't dance? Didn't these nobles get bored of standing around gossiping? Nila stood up. "Parth, want to dance?" EDIT: ...if you were an intelligent Odium, that's exactly why you wouldn't "just attack him and be done with it". Same for being an intelligent 17th Sharder. Amanuensis.
  5. Is that allowed? Wilson/Seonid, how much stuff from the dead doc are people allowed to say to others if the game is still going on? I'm not sure how I feel about this. Amanuensis did this before in MR12, when he caught Wonko for being less aggressive than in LG18, so I feel like he might be right, but using stuff like this gives people who are spectating/dead an advantage over people who aren't. Also, Conquestor.
  6. Last thoughts here: paranoia has been saying that Elb might be an eliminator. Hael can provide elaboration. Paranoia might be wrong. Another game to go towards the death streak... I almost thought I could survive this one. Pity, I shouldn't have tried being clever with my role. Problems arise when I'm clever enough to make a plan but not clever enough to find the holes in it. EDIT: Bye. See you from the dead doc.
  7. Because not all plans my brain comes up with are good ones, especially if they're spur of the moment plans I think up of while walking home and decide to execute right away instead of poking through them for flaws. Hael, to be honest, I didn't particularly trust you. I randomly picked someone who wasn't me because I didn't think Joe would trust me if I did it. I thought that if by some chance I picked an eliminator, I might as well be consistent with my claim to Joe. This is a horrible job of defending myself, huh? I'm sad I'm dying, but at least I'll be able to find the answer to everything I've been trying to get Joe to answer, and have time for LG21. My skills of dying right before I get busy is really inconvenient at times. EDIT: quote repetition. Oh well, I've learned stuff about attempting gambits. And hopefully I'll learned how to be a better villager.
  8. At the start of the game, I decided that I would pretend to be a murderer, to attract the eliminator kill, because I'd always died in the past, and I wanted to make myself a juicer target for the eliminators in order to take fire away from others with useful roles. I told a few people I was a murderer, including Joe, but the eliminators didn't kill me. Then Joe revealed, and promised to give up a few secrets if we let him live. I tried to extract information out of him by threatening to kill him if he didn't answer questions non-trollishly. I'm not a murderer, but I've been thinking and playing like one. And I'm pretty sure Alv's RNG machine hates me.
  9. I signed up for Discord. Username is Arraenae, same as here.
  10. I'm a murderer (kind of). Somehow I've displeased the RNG machines, so I've never gotten the kill... A lot of the time, the people who were killed were ones who voted on someone, such as Ripple and Joe this cycle. Not sure if this means something.
  11. Nila sat in a chair in a Scadrialan ballroom, half of her attention on the plate in front of her, the other half of her attention on the world she'd uncovered just a few weeks ago. Quick staccato beats collided with slower bass beats followed by a something that sounded like a frantic heartbeat covered up with a high pitched whine that all smashed together into a cacophony of melodies all trying to outdo each other in a competition of which could be the loudest and most obnoxious. Nila loved it. Bronze was even better than she'd expected -- now all she needed to find if someone was a Metalborn was to pop some flakes of metal into her mouth. Eventually, she'd learn how to distinguish between the metals, and, Adonalsium willing, she'd be able to detect all forms of Investiture. Someone said something, but it was covered up by the sound of the pulses. Nila stopped burning bronze and looked up. A Terris steward stood in front of her table, one hand stretched towards her table. "What did you say?" she asked. "Is your meal to your liking, Lady Hamming?" he said. Nila glanced down at the food in front of her. She'd been so entranced by allomantic bronze that she hadn't even touched her food. "Of course," she said. "If you need anything, please ask," the Terrisman said. Then he moved on to the next table. Nila looked around at the Scadrialans happily eating, and eyed the fruit in front of her. It looked nothing like the fare on the Southern side of the planet, and she didn't trust it. Unfortunately, she had to eat something to blend in, or risk being bothered by another servant. She picked up the least bruised fruit and took a small bite. It was extremely bitter, just as horrible as it looked. Nila grimaced. The only redeeming feature of Scadrial was the Metallic Arts. On the bright side, Nila would be out of this miserable planet in a few months. She just had to stay long enough to meet up with a few people. Nila burned bronze again, and rhythmic pulses filled her mind again. She fingered the spike stuck inbetween her ribs in appreciation. The puncture hole hurt, but at least it wasn't bleeding anymore. She glanced around at the partygoers around her, but all of them looked insipid, plain, and native to Scadrial. She was supposed to meet a fellow worldhopper here, but they hadn't revealed themselves yet. Nila took another bite of the fruit and wrinkled her nose. The other worldhopper better show up soon. She wanted to get off of this dreary planet as soon as possible. EDIT: open RP for anyone to join in!
  12. Mark. I feel like I'm bandwagoning, but Elbereth has discussed a lot more than Mark (as El said he never explained why Burnt or El had to be a Shinigami). STORMING AUTOCORRECT STOP CHANGING ELB TO ROB ARRRGH
  13. QF15 has introduced me to the Anime Death Note. Light has a grand plan to change the world for the better. Unfortunately, it rivals the Diagram in ruthlessness. Good intentions coupled with a willingness to use any method needed (and an ego the size of My. Everest) are always an interesting combination.
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