DrakeMarshall

I never really know what to say in Aftermaths smh And I already told Kas the gist of my thoughts on the game design and those are pretty much represented in his post-mortem report so I feel no urgent need to restate anything. So uh... Well played folks, hopefully you had some fun And thanks for participating in a self-proclaimed crazy experiment of a game

ALRIGHT GENTLEPERSONS IT IS TIME! THE TURN HAS ENDED THE GAME HAS ENDED Our time together draws to a close Aftermath will be posted in several hours most probably!

edit: fwiw I do actually appreciate knowing that we have the same count

Sure I'll do it but dawg this is a 12hr cycle BT and in general don't expect quick on-demand official tallies from GMs, you can always make your own if you're really curious! Vote Tally: Devotary (4) - Wizard, JNV, Archer, Aeoryi Hael (1) - Devotary Mat (1) - Hael JNV (1) - Mat No Execution (1) - Raven

Day Two: (Like a Record) The Wheel of ̵̗̤͎̉̈́ ̶̛̞͕̮̰͂͝ ̸͇͎̕͠ ̶̛̹̃̀ torns and Ages come and go, l̴̝͂͘ḙ̴̙̃̾â̴̩̠̠̍͝v̸̜̞͔͛̏̈▩̵͙̇̓n̵̥͇̅̈́̊g̵̱̩͘ ̸̠̻̩̽̌̈́m̶̪̭͉̏ḙ̸͚̓́̀ḿ̴̡̿ọ̴̢͒͝r̷̟̞̽i̵̹̱͗͌s̵̪͇̓͑͝ ̶̰̣́̍͛ț̴̛̗̘̆̋▩̶̳͗a̶̬͂t̷̯̫͚̚ ̸̭̻͂̆̆b̵̙͔͚̃̎́ē̴̙c̵̢͉͙̉̾̔ǫ̵͒͊̾m̸̧͚̦͂ȩ̷͙̌̔͛͜ ̶̖̓̉͝l̷̳̭͇̓ę̸̛̻̹͘▩̵̮̻͗e̸̤̱̙͛̕n̴̙̒͂̈d̶͚̔̈̀.̶̢̟͂͛ ̸̩͉̂L̴̫͑͜e̷̫̱̗͛̓g̶̝͇͝e̴̤̲̤̓ň̸̲̉d̶̯͌͒ ̵͖͐̃́f̸̛̞͎̂̕a̵̧̳̙̾͘͝▩̵͚̯̥͋̂͘e̸̘̋̏̋ș̸͑͗̍ ̸̠̀̇t̷̞̖̓̎͝ͅo̸͉̮̿ ̷̻̃͗̚m̸̜̮͆͝y̵̥̾̾ͅt̸̫̹́͐h̸̠͔̉̊,̷̠̇͆̀ ̷̛̦͠a̸̲͇͒̈▩̸͕͔̮̐d̷̟͘ ̶̧̡͛̄̌é̸̤v̸̪̊̒͜e̷͖̫̮͌̌̃ń̴̨͈ ̷͚̽ṃ̵̭͎̋̍▩̶̦̱̼͐̓̿t̶̜̅h̸̛̲͖̃͋ ̴͙͗̓į̷̰͐ş̸̝͘ ̸̤̺̐̂͐͜l̸̗̝̑ỏ̸̪̋n̶̗̥̒͝g̴̮͔̔ ̵͇̕ͅf̷͎͚̿͂͋o̴̰̾͘̕ṛ̵̾̽͝g̵̱͛͌ó̸̡̺̞ţ̴̆͜t̶͉̲͈̑e̸̞͛̂̇n̴̰̓̈ ̴̬͉̔̈́̕ͅw̵̩͎͑h̷̡̢̼̉̑▩̴̯̩̇̋̽ņ̸̧͉̓ ̶̧̲̂t̵̡͋̊̕ĥ̴̟͕e̵̗͚̎̂̀ ̶̮̺͒͝A̶͎̓̉́g̷̻̥̃̑ͅȩ̸͑ ̴͇͉̀̓̚t̴̜̕h̵̫͔̺̿͝a̶̬̩̲̎̾▩̵͇́͠ ̵͎͕̽̀͠g̶̬̈́̀ã̸̺̺͂v̶̭̙͉̑ȩ̴̘͋̇̆ ̸̹̣̏͛̉ḭ̶͚̑̌̾͜ṭ̴͚͕̋̾͌ ̷̫̺̆̌b̸̡͍͓́i̶͖͐r̵̹̼̯̄t̷̢̜͋h̶̲̓̀ ̷̫̠͔̈̉̍▩̷̢̤̓ḛ̸̲̗̽͝͠ẗ̷̟́̓͝u̵͕̺̙̍͑́ř̵̙͇̒̆n̸̯̹̈́͊̍s̴̛̱̤̑̇ ̴̲̌▩̷̜͕̠̀g̴̨̡̹͋a̵̢̬̖̐͘i̵̼͛̿͝n̵͔̘͓̔̕.̵͔̮̀̄ What was, what will bee, and what is, may yet fail under the Ș̶̢̝̺̙̩̮̖̦̔̽̂̍̈́ḩ̷̡̢̜̞̣͙̣̖͍̦͈̝͔͆́̇̓̅̎̾̾͛́̒̄̃̓͒̒̇̄̾͌̈̋̚͜͝ͅa̸̡͙͓̟̦̣̟͔̮̙̘̥̦̞͉͓̜̜̱̅̉͜͝_̸̛̝̙̱͓̼̥͚̖͚̮͚̞͒̒͆̒̋̉̊͘_̶̨̛̛̯̲̘̜̥̗͚̥̰̮͎̻̇̅̈́̊͒̊̽̀̈̆̏̐͋w̷̢̖̩͖̬̪͇̭̙̞̲̤̳͉̖̝̏͗͗͂̑̊͌̎͆̒̔̈́͒͋̇̿͘̕͜͝ͅ. The small village of Helgen is sheltored from the B̶̥̲͂̎i̸̢͊̀͐■̶̥̈́h̷̦́̈́̆ṭ̶̈́̔̾ͅ■̴̹̰͉̓̓͝ by the ḿ̷̡̢̨̜̤̭̩̭͙͉͕̮̹̹̩̟̖̫̯͔͉̥̱̦͓͈̞̱͚͍̫̣̙̪͙̘̟̟͎̺͉͖̘̝̗̩̰̎͐̎̍̊̇́͂̆͒̌͆͑̂͌̽̚̚̕̚͝ȍ̶̢̢͚̪͇̠̞̬͇̩̰̪͕̬̙̳̳̖̘̟̜̬̺̭̬̞͍̻̰̰̭͗́̇́͒̈́̂̑̀͒͊̋̌̊̕̕͜ư̷̡̨͍̼̼̞̩̲͉̘͔̤̒̀̈́̀͒̈̾͗̿͋̃̈̊̀̉̀̈̈̑͛̂̏̂͋̾̏̈̓͌̍̍̄̐̓̀̈́̿̊́̎͗̂͊̐̚͘͝͝n̵̡̡̹̞͕̞̩͎͔̠̰͕̘̝͔̋̂̒̃̿̎̃͋̆͛͛́̈́ͅṯ̴̢̼̲̮̪͍̱̦̦̗̘͖̗̞͕̺̜̎̏͑͐̈́̓̍́͌̊̊̃̏̂̈́͑̆͘̚a̵̡̨̧̙̥͖͉̥͓̰̹͚͖̼̗̝͉͙̩͇̮̙̳̙̘̗̰̭̖̯̱̫͓̯͇̝͓̬͙̜̐̈́͂͜͜͜ḯ̴̡̡̨̨̞̜̤̼̦͙̲̖̬̼̠̲͍̪̝̦̙͈̘͔̱̰̬̲̎͝n̷̡̨̧̡̦͖͈͎͔̦̰̱̼̗̫͎̟̲̰̂̓̍̍́̈̓͌̔̀̔́͆͆̃͂̔͂̚s̵̨̨̛̝̖͚͚̗͔͇̞̮̘̻͇̪͔͎͉̰̯̯̠̭̱̹̜̲̺͖͖̺͇̹̔̉̈́͗̇̓́͗̃̇͊͆̃̊̇̀̏̀̇́̐͐̑̄̕̕̚͘͜͝ of K̶̲̣̏■̵̖͐̑ṅ̶͉̯͐d̴͉̣̂o̴̩̮̙͒̇r̸͇͑ and the seords of the Bonderlanders. This is ■̵̟͙͉̕■̵͇̅̾■̵̣̋͒ your war: mpst of you hsve grown up in Hellgen and will die there as well. Last night, the rain mangled with the spreading mist. They hung a D̶̛̮͚͈͑͝▩̵̨̉r̷̡̤̖̐̂̚k̶͕̜͆̂f̸͕̲̘̓̾͝r̴̮͂͐▩̵͖͠͠e̴͚͐n̶̩̊̈̕d̶̳͔̓ in the village □, that morning. You ṛ̵̀ĕ̸̹m̵̰̍e̵̩͂m̵̭̅b̵͕̈́ę̶͊ȓ̶̖ it. Old Sargon, no one quite believdd he had it in him. But he want to thr gibbet, his head held hlgh, scrraming the Dark One’s fame on his lips. 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No dead. Not rooting. Still breathig, Light burn him and dam him f̶̗̌͂̾͐̀̄͆̔̑̋o̸̼͌̏̀̈́̐̈́ŗ̷̢̡̞̲̬͍̞͖̂́̈̐̎͗̆̐̕͘̕͘͘ę̵̹̰̯̮̭̫͎̬̝̙̱͉̪͍̙̐͗̄͛́̓͊̌̾̏͒͘̕̚̕͝v̵̠̭̏̇̾͋̋̓͐̕͝͝͠e̴̛̗̰͍̱̼̖̾̍͊́̋̾̅̈́͐́̓̔͂͘͜͝͝ͅr̵͕̲͔̜̗͔̗̮̖̠̺̜̥̠̍̇̀̒͆̈͌̀͛͛͒͌̓͝ͅ. You are used to the Ḃ̵͙̰̃ͅl̵̢̝̾͊͘▩̴̲̜̭̔̈́̕g̴̦̻̓̈́ḧ̴͖́͊͝t̶͙͍̃̌, to fell tgings. Sometimes, the D̶̖̥̠̖̾͛̈a̸͈͑̿r̵̛̩͖̿̿͑͜ͅk̶̖͇͔̿̄̕͘͜ ̶̳̟̀O̴͉͕͓̓̓n̴̛͔̦e̴̡̬̥̣̓ reaches in from his p̸̧̨̨̩̝̹̠̲̱̹̺͙̺̫͎̺̱̲̥̳̠̟̰̥̳̬̗̪̝̘̭͚̭͙̺̤̣͈͎͖͓̻̲̮̀͊́͗ŗ̵̧̢̼͓͖̹̫̼̹̗̖͓̹̮̰͙̆̀̓̑̾̍͋͋͊̌̿̈́̊̌̎͛̿̔̓͐̈́̂͘͝͠͠ͅi̷̛̼̹̟͇̭̖̹͚̖̞͔̼͈̦̺̪̼̣̭̿͌̎̓̋̀͒͛̉̈́́̓͊̎́̽͑̓͘͜͜͝͝s̴̡̢̧̧̡͍͓̠͇̖̦̙̻͔̥̭͓̝̠̜̦̗̜͙̖̘͖͍̬̫͙͓̤͕̝͓̫̈̃͗̽͋͜͜ͅǫ̵̢̛̦̣̫̫͕͓͖͔̱̜̞̻̹̞̮͖̲͇̣̞̤͙͚̭̰̩̞̼̭̤̑̎̃̏͊̑̾̑̋̈́̈̾̆n̸̡̨̛̛̛̠̬̰̜̗͉͇̺̣͍̳̙̺͍̗͍̫̱̦̭̥͚̤̼͓̅͒̋̿̈́̄̐̓̑̄̌͊͛͌̎͑͒̒̀̔͗̔͑͊̉̔̒̾̌́̊͂̂̆̎͆͗̿̾̓̚̕͘͜͝͠͠ͅ and torches the world. SOON This though? You do know what to mske of it. Old Sorgon claims a F̵͙̈́͘͝▩̸̡̨̺̀͘r̸̻̓͠ͅ▩̵̡̠̱̀̍▩̵̈́ͅk̶͚̼͍̋̌e̵͇̣͝n̶̦̍̾̀ wakes among ypu, that Helgen is domed. And still, the mist creeps in. The Day has begun! 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It does not mean that, no. Day results may be affected. If the incorrect information option is chosen for Pattern Decay, it will reflect on both the night and the following day turn, i.e. a full cycle. One villager will receive a false result at some point during the cycle.

Night One: Exe Post Facto The Wheel of ̵̗̤͎̉̈́ ̶̛̞͕̮̰͂͝ ̸͇͎̕͠ ̶̛̹̃̀ turns and Ages come and go, leaving memoris that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Ș̶̢̝̺̙̩̮̖̦̔̽̂̍̈́ḩ̷̡̢̜̞̣͙̣̖͍̦͈̝͔͆́̇̓̅̎̾̾͛́̒̄̃̓͒̒̇̄̾͌̈̋̚͜͝ͅa̸̡͙͓̟̦̣̟͔̮̙̘̥̦̞͉͓̜̜̱̅̉͜͝_̸̛̝̙̱͓̼̥͚̖͚̮͚̞͒̒͆̒̋̉̊͘_̶̨̛̛̯̲̘̜̥̗͚̥̰̮͎̻̇̅̈́̊͒̊̽̀̈̆̏̐͋w̷̢̖̩͖̬̪͇̭̙̞̲̤̳͉̖̝̏͗͗͂̑̊͌̎͆̒̔̈́͒͋̇̿͘̕͜͝ͅ. The small village of Helgen is sheltered from the Bight by the mountains of Kandor and the swords of the Borderlanders. This is not your war: most of you have grown up in Helgen and will die there as well. Last night, the rain mangled with the spreading mist. They hung a Darkfriend in the village square, that morning. You ṛ̵̀ĕ̸̹m̵̰̍e̵̩͂m̵̭̅b̵͕̈́ę̶͊ȓ̶̖ it. Old Sargon, no one quite believed he had it in him. But he went to the gibbet, his head held high, screaming the Dark One’s name on his lips. T̶̘͎̋͆̔͆̓͘̚h̵̛̹̬͎͍͕̘͚̬̻͔̯͍͔͖͇̟̳̤̱ͦ̈́͒͗̽͆̑ͥͬͩͧͩͭ̾̏̉͟͜á̵̧̲͔̮̾ͪ̐ṫ͈̜̗̋̊͆ͤ w̱ͣ_̸̢̜̣͙̩̼͛̐ͫ̇̉̍͒͒͢͢_͓̮̋̎ͨ̀̀͜á̟̘̞ͥṥ̴̪͍̓̾ ṯ̢̦̘̩̝̹̩͕̩̻̤̫̠͚͎̤͖̅ͦ̂̈̔̑́ͩ̋ͣ̏ͤ͌̈́ͥ̒̃h͙̉͒̉̎̚͟͢ͅe̛̹͖͎͇̗͙̲̮̭͍̩̺͚̥͚̅̓͊ͯ͗̀̽͛̓͛̈́̔̓̂̍̀ͧ̑̒͂ͥ̈ͫͬ̌̀͝͡ d͖̣̞̙̍̌̄́ͯ͘a̷̷̡̰̞͓̦̳̱̖̻͉̞̜̦̒̿ͬ̌ͤ̓̃̀ͣ̆ͧ͗́̇̽͒͗͘͟͝͡ͅ_͖̉̔͌͐w̵̢̧̞̞̯̺̲͍͖͈͇͙̥̝̞̿̽́̀͑̽̂̿̇̎̕͠͠ṅ̶̷̶̘̤͚̟̘̭̪̞̗̘ͩͬ̈ͯ͆̓ͤ̓ͭ͑̚͠͞ͅ.̨̢̢͕̞͙̩̞̪̤͍̠̀̑̏̍ͬ̾̅͋͡ L̴̸̡̟̞̤̤͇̝͗̈̏̌̆͒ͯ͠a̶̵̢̧͎͚̣̲͙̱̼̯͍̘̲ͩ̒̄̔̍̿́̂ͩ̾ͭs̸̛̭͍̩̙̝̣̻̹͕̭̖͕̳ͬ̏̎͋̋̈̏̑̍͊͋̍̓͛̊̑ͬ̚͞͠t̂̋ n̻ͩi̷̴̗͈̲͙̦̝̪̾̎̉ͥ͋͢͟͠ͅ_̤̩̓̒̄̚͡__̻̻͗̾ǧ̵̸̯̙̩̝͇͔̔ͦ͒̉̇ͦ͊͘̕h̵͈̟̗̻͇͕͓ͩ̅̆̓͂́ͫ̚͘̕͢͡t͎̞̯̟͖̰͍̣̹̬ͭ̐̋̒̃̋ͭ̋̐̀ͣͨͯ͋͐̎͆͑ͭ͝͞,̺̮͇̺̼͙͙̱̞͈͐ͮͨ̓ͧ͆ͪ̅̈́͑̈́͐̎ͦ͊̑͆́͑͋̓́̕͢͠ͅ ṫ̷̸̖̪̪͍̙͙̑͆͑̐͌͗͘h͓͟ę̷̛̹̳̬͍̜͇̳͇̤̯̪̼̥̔͂͛̇̓͐̌̈̈́̈́̓ͬͮ̚̕͘͢͟͟͢͜͞͞͝͡ͅ mó̸̸̴̯̰̮̯̙̻͕̙̥̘̬̬̗͔̔ͤ̔̃͐̀͐ͮ̿͛ͩ̀̽̄̄͡͡u̸̸̻̤̝̤̝̱͔ͪͧ̐̎̽̽̐͒̔ͤ̈́ͨ̈̍̾͘͜ņ̴̷̧͎̱̠̳̣̤͙̘̬̒͌ͮ̿ͪ͌̂͑̍ͩ̀͜t̵̷̵̨̛̙͎͍̹̹̻̼̻͔͍̜͑ͩ͛̑̄̐̓ͨ́̃̆̇́͆̉̂̈̇̍ͫ̑̂̇ͬ̅̓̄͋͢͡͝ḁ̸̢̡̯̣͓̩̮̲̯̠̼̒̑ͯ͋ͩ̈́̎͒͆̌̊ͧ̉̂̚͘͜͝͞_̤͓͉̤͍̞̃̏͒̽ͣ̒̓͝ï̡͖͉ͮ̂̚͢͞n̸̛̘̮̝̒͛̚ ṛ̵̵̨͓̺̯͚͓̫ͩ͐̾ͨͯͭ̈̌̌͐ͬ͝ͅa̵͎̯̝̙̬̥̱̍ͭ̑̒̀̾̈́͒̂ͯ͌͂̏ͤ͢͜͞͡_̼͉̲̬͚̙̫ͥ͛̔͑i̢̤̞̗̜̞̦͇̬̮͎͒ͯ̓ͤͭ̍ͮ̊̑ͥ̓̋ͬ̕͟ň̷̴͔͐̚ m̴͚͇̦̪̬̗̩͇̊ͣͮͭͭ̾̔̀̿̍̃̀̾̿̅̃͋̕̚̕͝i̴̛̜̻͇̭̝̺͍̯͓̘̲ͥ̋ͨ̓͡_̥̰ͤ͑͞͡n̪̝̪͔̿̊̋ͤ́̐ͨͣ͢ǵ̢ͣl̵̗̰͉̩͔̐͂ͣ̐͛ͣ͜ͅ_̡̛̗͙̻̻͙̗͒ͫ͊̍͊̀̉̑̑͞͡_̵͚̉͆̍eͬ͂̋͝͠d̸͖͚̜̳̫̘̜͓͍̝ͩ̌ͨ̿͂̿ͨ̃ͩ̌͟͢ w̵̪͖̳̍ͫ̿_̡̹͙̘ͮ̿̊͂̽̈́͢_̳̏_̡̢͎̒ͮ̀̋́̑̊̾͒ͪ͜͢͝ḭ͇́̀́ͅť̷̙̬̹͇͑̓̄̿͗_̸̨̥̦̠̣̬ͯ͂̓̄́͝͝h̷̦͐̈́_̷̮̬͔̹̤̬̜͖͎̖̺ͯ̉ͧ̀̔͆͌ͧ̏́͗ͮ̎́̈́̋̚͜͡ t͔ͦ̽͢͜h̵̸̷̡̧͎̗̦͕͙̗̺̙̲̮̦͉̤̯̔́̓͆͌̊̆̈́͑͊̋̈́ͤ͆ͬ́̓ͬ̎̆̑́ͮ̕e̔̒̆͋̽ s̶̷̡̜̠̬̩͓̜̯̜̫̖̥͚̽̋̃ͩ͌̊ͫ̌̇ͭ̀̽̑̈́̀̆̀̈́͢o̶̧͚͍̘̺ͭͩ̈́̈̀̓ͭ͆͋̕f̴̶̡͔̮̫͎̯̥͇̬̫͕̫͎͔ͧͫͤͥ͋ͥ͋͋̊̌̇̽̅͌́̓̔̂̔͌̒̌̋͢͠͞t̵̛̛͔̘̥͈͈͓͉̺͖̣͖̓ͫͤ͗̋̓͆̏̏ͩͪ͒̄͂ͬͪ̀̐̌͜͡ w̶̶̵̸̛̛̗̣̲͓̪̪͕̮̻̮̠̌̑ͣͣͩͪ̂͐ͫ͊̈́͒̽́̆̇̏̿́̾̚̕͠ͅẖ̡̙͈̖̹͍̼͍̥̍ͭ̎͂̀̎̎̊ͤͮ̀̇ͩ͌̈́̋͌̄̚̚͠͞ͅi̵̸̶̡̦͎̺̫̺̊̄ͩ̒̋̎ͥ̇ͯͨ̚͟t̻̮̪̦̟̞̼̿ͦͫͭ̔e̴͆ͮ m̴̴̴̡̨̛̼͔͔̰͍̘̱̳̙͓͕̤ͩ̍͐ͫ̈́̎̅́ͧͯ̀̽ͮͪ͒͂ͩ͞ͅį̶̷̨̹͖̬̮̯̠͚̣̹̬̩̪̹͑ͬ́̃̀ͪ͌̽̿͌̔ͯ̐̍̈̀̕̚͘͢͜s̷̵̴̨̡̡̛̥͎͕͚͕̦̱͚̬͍̘̪̜̖͓͎̱̪̮͇̰͓̟͛́̉́̄͗ͨ͒͌ͣ̇ͫ̄̕͘͘͜ṯ̴̡̱͙͒ͤ͑͢ sͪ̈́̊p̶͙̜͓̟͓͇̏ͥ͌̃͋̌̓ͮ̓͞r̸̸̸͉͙̥̘͚̯̯̥͚̳̣̞̟̦͉̅̿́̓ͬ͆ͧ̉̅̍͒ͣ̔̚ͅë̶a̮̦̪̳͚ͯͯ̾͌̈̽͒͋̐͂̀̈́̀̽͘͘͡ͅ_ͭd̬̙̘͉̉ͤ͆̏́̆̋̓i̘̜ͬ̂̉̌n̥̖͚̬̞̰̺̫̤̦̗͒ͪ̿́ͮ́́͐̔ͧ̚͟͝gͥ ṯ̷̢̢̨͎̳̬̱̳̠͙ͨ̀ͣͭ̓̋̽̉ͨ̇̀ͭ̎̅̚̕͠h̨̥̀ŕ̞̣͔ͦ͋͌ơ̵̸̧̨͚͙͎̩̙͚̥̺͕̦̥̥̭̘̜̙ͥ̅͛͌̓ͦ̆̋́ͬͫͥ̈͂̏͟͡ư̛̛̼̗͓͓̤̜͐͆͐ͣͣͩ͊̊ͪ̈́̏̄͂ͦ̔̄̚͜͝g̣̜͓̞̙͍̐͗̀h̢̰̼̳ͭ͊͞͝ H̢͎̳̖̮̣͙̝̺̣̼͐͊ͦ͂̉̏͊ͮ͆ͣ̒́̇ͯ͝ͅel̨̛͖̼̪̻͇͈̠͉̘̗̲̺͓͗ͦ̐͛̄͑̑̍͑ͪͨ͆ͣ̀̚͢͢͡͝͠͞g̺̤͙̣̣̾́͡͠e̶͚̻̯̟͓͓͇̮̙̞̳̞̺̙̩̋͑ͬ̓̽͗̑ͮ͗͌ͣ͊ͨ̓̎̒ͣ͜͜͝n_̤̮͒͗͒̅̄͘̕͢,̵̴̧̡̦̞̘̤̙̽ͥ͛̆̔ͬ͢͠ b̸̵̵̛̛̛̘͎̫͓͙̥̲͈̯̈́͐̊̍̎ͥ́ͣͮ̋̍͘͟͢ͅl̴̶̴̡͙͉͈̳̗̮̘̬͕͉͂͗̓̋͒́̏̅̍͐̀͛̑ͯͩ̍ͥ̔́͒̈̔ͧ̂͂͜͠͞͠á̾̑̑̔_n͍͉ͮͮk̷̛̮̮̼͍̮͖̗̗̪͍̟̭̮͎͈̥̻̩̠͔̓̋̑̓̽̀͗̉ͤͫ̓̿̑ͤ͘̚͢͟ͅͅe̸̲͎̲̞̰̟̙̬̙̲̗̼̠͈͍̞̦͉͇̋̌ͧͤͨ̀̔̐̆ͮ̿͊̒̏ͣ̕̕͠t̵̜̖͖͉́ͪ̉̃ͯ͗́̀̑͋̒̕͢į̛̟͉͍̲͖͎͔̱͖̳͆ͥ̏ͨͫ͗ͮͭ̆͋̓̐ͩ́͜͝n̢̹̰̭͖͉̻̬̺̣̻͚̫̗͈̂́̈́̐ͨ́̓͌ͬ̾̐͛̇̋̀ͩ̒ͥ̏̾̿̇̕͟͡g͓̣̣̞̯̬̤̫ͨ͐̂̈̔̊ i̷̶̢͙͙͉͎̟̻͍̟̱͍͕ͯͦͦ͑ͩͯ͋ͥ͊͐ͫ̉̑̎͌̾̃͘͘̚͢͜͡ț̣̤̙̫̦̇ͭ̂̔̈ͪ̑̉̾̐͢_̷̢̞̰̹̹ͯͭ̒ͨ͆́̾͜_̴̖̳͍̆̋͐́͋̆̎͛̓ͅ i̷̸̸̮̻͍̯̻͍̙͎̗̞̹̻̼̋̌̔ͫ̒̓́͐̄̐ͤ̈̂͋̆̊ͫ̇̔̋̕͜n̴̸̬̫͇̯͇̥̫̲̮̟̩̱̈́͂̐ͣ̋͂ͮ̕͜ a̸̱̤̹͈͓͎͖̪̭̬ͮ́͒̄ͪͥͭ͂̾͐̎͆̎̔͒ͫͮ̿ͬ͂̒ͬ͘͘̚ͅ s̢̢̗̤̤̳̪̭̞͚͔̐̋̑̓͑ͧ́̚͝t̘̫͖͚̱̰͆ͯ_̸̨̦̘̳̯͕̼͚̙͕̠̫͊̎͋̎ͩ̏ͦ̉͑̑̆̉͛̊̕̚̚͟͜͜͠ͅr̬a̷̶̴̡̨̨̛̠̗͔̥̳̱̻͕͇̭̥̹̭̼̖͂̌ͧ̈ͪ̐ͮ̍̐͂ͬͭͥ́̅͗̄̚͜͡͝͡n̷̲̞̜̉̈ͪ̊̉ͭͦ́ͯͦ́̊͋̀̒ͨ͋̚͘͡͡͝g̣͍̳̓ͩ͆̀ͥ̈͌͒̓ͣ_̵͙̪̫͎̹̀ͨ̓͒ë̵̴̶̢̺͓̥̖͙͓̺̪̺̳̃ͥͮ̇̌͑̃͒̎͌́͊ͦ̂̍̿͗͂ͮ̚̕͞ f̷̢̧̤̥̜̗͓̟̤̫͉̦̘̾̓͋ͨͦ̒o̹ṟ̱̊̒͐̕̕g̴̵͍̲͙̦̳̖̮̱̗̫̣̺͇̝̱͍̲̰͎̥ͧͭͭ̏̂̅̄ͨ͘e̶̜͍͈͔̻̅͛̋ͤ̂ͦ́͂̓͌͞͡_̧̖͇̠͛͛͊́̿t͓͕͙ͪ͂͛͂̄͆ͮͦ̂̇ͩ̌̆̃f̶̢̡̝͇̜͎̮̦͔̮́̃̍̍͆̓̃͋̃ͧ͗̑̃̆̋͋͟͜͞ŭ̶̟̗̭̝̹̤̩̫̀͌͗̀̕͡ļ͙̬̩̠̺̼̥̫̥͌̿͐ͨ͛͋͝_̸̨̨̡̳̼̝̫̮̊̑̈́͛ͬ̓̅̀̋ͅǹ̨̛̪̳̬̱͎͓͍̫͓̑̾ͭ̊ͭ͟͜͜e̸̶̡͖̭̘̲̙̠̲̫̖̻̮ͮͬ͂̏͗̓͟͝_̵͙̮͘͞s̨̻͕̦̬̙͇̘̆͂̌͌͋̒͂͌̀̉̽͟͡ͅs̡̢̢̪͖̞͉͍͈̤͉̹̪̖̙̳͆̿̄̂͑̎͐̇̾͑̈́͛̍̅͗̅̎̑̚͡ͅͅ.̙͚̔̕ This morning… Old Sargon walks into the village inn and laughs and orders a mead. Not dead. Not rooting. Still breathing, Light burn him and dam him f̶̗̌͂̾͐̀̄͆̔̑̋o̸̼͌̏̀̈́̐̈́ŗ̷̢̡̞̲̬͍̞͖̂́̈̐̎͗̆̐̕͘̕͘͘ę̵̹̰̯̮̭̫͎̬̝̙̱͉̪͍̙̐͗̄͛́̓͊̌̾̏͒͘̕̚̕͝v̵̠̭̏̇̾͋̋̓͐̕͝͝͠e̴̛̗̰͍̱̼̖̾̍͊́̋̾̅̈́͐́̓̔͂͘͜͝͝ͅr̵͕̲͔̜̗͔̗̮̖̠̺̜̥̠̍̇̀̒͆̈͌̀͛͛͒͌̓͝ͅ. You are used to the Blight, to fell things. Sometimes, the D̶̖̥̠̖̾͛̈a̸͈͑̿r̵̛̩͖̿̿͑͜ͅk̶̖͇͔̿̄̕͘͜ ̶̳̟̀O̴͉͕͓̓̓n̴̛͔̦e̴̡̬̥̣̓ reaches out from his prison and touches the world. SOON This though? You don’t know what to make of it. Old Sargon claims a Forsaken walks among you, that Helgen is domed. And still, the mist creeps in. Nobody was executed! Vote Tally: Mat / Ookla the Destined (3) - Archer / Ookla the Paradigm, Hael, JNV No Execution (4) - Aeoryi / Ookla the Resolute, Mat / Ookla the Destined, Raven / Ookla of Ravens, Devotary The Night has begun! It will end in under twelve hours on 20th December (Wednesday) at 0130hrs SGT [GMT+8]! Please be patient as GM PMs are being updated! Player List

well I bet he did but it's sort of the thing you need to calibrate for each different game since different ooklas are present is that much work? no it really isn't but have I done it? nope maybe next cycle, if I feel like it the point of using a script is labor-saving, but doing a tally by hand and making sure it's accurate just aint that hard and the game's only three days tops, so we'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you say this but if you really loved tallybot you wouldn't use ookla names

You've heard of Vote Tally, but have you heard of... Vote Tally II - IN SPACE: Aeoryi / Ookla the Resolute (1) - Wizard / Ookla the Raveness Mat / Ookla the Destined (3) - Archer / Ookla the Paradigm, Hael, JNV No Execution (3) - Aeoryi / Ookla the Resolute, Mat / Ookla the Destined, Raven / Ookla of Ravens

Greetings people of Helgen. I give to you a vote tally! Heck, it might even be the correct tally! Vote Tally: JNV (1) - Aeoryi / Ookla the Resolute Hael (1) - Mat / Ookla the Destined Aeoryi (1) - Wizard / Ookla the Raveness Mat / Ookla the Destined (1) - Archer / Ookla the Paradigm No Execution (1) - Hael You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Greetings and please enjoy another complimentary CLARIFICATION, we are passing them out like free peanuts around here, or like those cheap earpods they used to hand out on airlines but don't anymore. Please take this opportunity to luxuriate in all of the deep and profound clarity that follows in the wake of each and every one of these clarifications. If you have an informational ability and something untoward happens to your result (Pattern Decay, Intoxication, Cosmic Rays Hitting Your Computer In Just The Wrong Way, Pathological Wave Function Collapse Temporarily Causing Reality As We Know It To Go Out To Lunch, Stilts, and many similar such reality-bending oddities) then as previously stated it will then be FALSE. Sometimes, there are multiple possible ways for a result to be false. In such cases, we will decide which false answer to give via RNG. Also, if multiple things cause a result to be false, then it is still false. I know this clarification isn't very specific, but it describes our general approach to all informational abilities in this game. If you don't understand the particulars of how it applies to your own role, please feel free to ask about that in your GM PM.

My good sir, the signpost for this town clearly reads "Helgen." If the paint looks a bit fresh, well... I wouldn't know anything about that you should totally ask Kas about it

Alrightie we will be taking off pretty soon in the meantime please snack on some complimentary CLARIFICATIONS that will elucidate anything and everything about the universe and your place in it: While no role may appear more than once, Dragon Reborn and False Dragon are 2 different roles, and therefore it is possible for both of them to be in the game. That's all the clarifications I have for you at this moment! Note that we still haven't actually landed on any particular distribution of roles yet, so uhhh if you assume that a role is in the game because it's been clarified here you do that at your own risk Please enjoy your stay in Helgen

in my opinion, we could stand to have more rp-only games

"All noblemen are liars," Lord Pending said philosophically. He was sitting in the dirt with his back to the gallows, breathing heavily, suit marred with soot and worse. Copper’s Bend was burning around him. The very earth was shaking. The was sounds of fighting nearby. "Some of them are descended from a long line of nobles. Some of them have the mandate of an even greater noble that gives them legitimacy, perhaps an emperor or empress. Some of them only pretend to have these things, like myself." “But all are equally liars. The lie they tell is that they’re anything different from the rest of people. That they’re somehow rightfully in charge, and nobody else is.” Lord Pending shrugged. “And, sure, it may even sometimes be a helpful lie. Something has to be in charge, on some level. Decisions have to get made.” Lord Pending shook his head in disdain, recalling the tied votes and what that particular indecision had cost. “But who? Why? How do you justify it? That’s where all the lying starts.” “Some of those nobles with particularly noble credentials might even believe in the lie they’re telling. If they don’t think about it much. But it’s pretty obvious that somewhere down the line, one of their ancestors had to have convinced some folks to treat them special, when there wasn’t any real reason to. Somewhere down the line, one of the ruler’s ancestors hadn’t been a ruler of anything. Somewhere down the line, somebody had to have made it up. They’re just perpetuating a lie that somebody else started.” “So when you think about it, why can’t I be a nobleman if I want to?” “Why can’t I have what they have?” “I’m every bit as real as they are.” Lord Pending waved his cane around at empty space, as if pointing to a group of imaginary nobles. “It’s all just an act, see? The only thing that makes a person noble is if they act noble.” Pending smiled grimly. “Anyways, not that it matters so much anymore, but I wonder what a lord would’ve done in this situation.” He pulled himself to his feet and trudged back towards the sounds of the fighting.

"Well, guess we'll all die then." Lord Pending poured a glass of hooch, then poured the bottle out on the ground. "To Copper's Bend. And may it not be in vain when the Hero of Ages sets things right." "If I was spiked, I would have just quietly killed you. You can only be angry over the fact that I revealed your powers if you think I'm innocent, because if I was spiked, then the spiked obviously already knew about them." "If I was spiked, I wouldn't be trying this hard to get it right today." "If I was spiked, you're correct that you're doomed, because nobody's voted for me yet. But if I'm not spiked, if I have a point about Rem, then we aren't necessarily doomed yet, but voting for me means we are basically doomed." "If Rem wasn't spiked, he'd have shown at least some investment in actually coming up with a suspect today. He knows its do-or-die right now, he's been talking plenty, and hasn't felt any need to make a concerted push." "Think about it. Or don't. I've stated my case. I believe all the information we need is there."

am I to understand that the battle for GM supremacy is to take place on the open seas

sir why is it in question whether or not Fifth is reemable reem, according to the highly trustworthy world wide interwebz, is totally a real not made-up word but how does this apply to Fifth

smhhh what did Fifth do to deserve these dishonorable fighting tactics

You and Fifth must duel to the death for GM supremacy

"Yesh, water'd be good." Lord Pending grabbed a jug of water and started chugging. "On the other hand 'm thinkin and drinkin too much," he proclaimed proudly. Lord Pending smacked his lips loudly and set down the water jug. "Ah, that's much better. I feel much more myself again. Thank you kindly." "Not even going to try and guess? Not going to take a gamble?" Lord Pending looked skeptical. "Sorta doesn't sound like you want it that much." "Anyways, at the risk of placing too much confidence in the dead psychic, I'd be surprised if he didn't tell someone who these Thugs actually were. If whoever he told doesn't think it's worth bringing it up, then they probably think there's a valid reason to keep mum about it. And we just have to make do. Sure, you can say you don't like it, I'm not sure I do either, but that's the situation." Lord Pending sighed. "And on some level, I'm kind of over hanging people based on dubious analysis of misty powers when multiple people could have lied somewhere down the line. I'm voting based on my suspicion. That'll have to do." EDIT: Lord Pending walked up to the gallows and started whacking it with his cane repeatedly to make a ruckus and get everyone's attention. "Rise and shine, folks!" @Sart @Ookla the Paradigm @JNV @Quirksliver Vote Tally Rem (2) - Pending, Dasenk Nobody (4) - Rem, Sirta, Jorrick, Rilla "If there's any day to perform civic duty, it's today," Lord Pending said lightly. "If you want to live, at least." "I won't tell you how to vote or how to think, but these three things I can say with certitude:" "1: If we don't cast enough votes to actually outnumber the spiked, we're probably doomed." "2: If we split the vote too much, we're probably doomed." "3: If we hang the wrong guy, we're probably doomed." "In summary, we're probably thoroughly doomed!" He said in an obnoxiously cheerful voice. "According to the teachings of the Astalsi, that means things can only improve from this point." And if they didn't... Well, then they would all die. If all that "past lives" mysticism was to be believed in, maybe it wasn't the end of the world, and they'd have more chances to live another life. I'd rather survive, though, if it's all the same, Pending thought. ED2T: "Look from my point of view, the process of elimination isn't very complicated." "My pool of potential spiked consists of Rem, Dasenk, and Rilla." "Assuming my trusts of Sirta and Jorrick are accurate, and assuming that there are two spiked, this necessitates that 2/3 of Rem, Dasenk, and Rilla are spiked." "I'm not going to tell you what to think, but unless you want to get rid of me, I figure this should more or less be your conclusion as well." "You can throw in various reasons to read a person one way or another into the mix and you can throw in analysis of what powers they have if you're feeling spicy, and that might tilt the metaphorical needle one way or another, but probably the biggest single factor is just that process of elimination."

“Eh, s’pose that’s a fair nuff response for the time being. Reckon it’s kinda strange to believe there’s an unresolved seeker claim accusing Sirta an that one of the sheeker or Sirta has gotta be spiked, an then not go back an check what happened when neither of those folks get hanged, but ‘s not a today problem. If anythin, I ‘spose a spiked would prolly have a better idea of what went down, cuz you’d be talkin’ about it amongst yourselves and such. So I ‘spose that’s gotta be a point in favor of your not bein’ shpiked after all.”

“Whadds ya mean ‘don’t you geddit’ to me? I already hashed out the options. I already shaid we’d prolly be boned if’n we don’t lynch a shpiked,” Lord Pending slurred testily. “I think you’re spiked.” ”If you’re not, then convince me without having a shcapegoat handed to ya. Or y’know if you’re really tryna solve things ya can try to work out the other Thug! I figured the Coinshot din’t I? ‘S not that crazy.”