Snipexe

I really don’t think it’s good etiquette to hide posts that have already been commented on. I get it if you’re embarrassed about it, but stuff like this is a slippery slope, not the purpose of the hide feature, and lead to confusion for later readers.

Brightness was replaced with Elandera as a pinch hitter.

Hello one and all. I really have nothing to say, but say something I will. I am going to put my vote for Governor behind Butt Ad Venture , as I’m curious what they will do with the power. I do think voting for yourself is a bit of a power grab, but it’s also something I don’t think an elim would do because it draws quite a bit of attention to themself. The Governor, in regards to the elims is quite an interesting role. Because their primary method of winning will likely be through Lynches and daggers, it would make sense for them to make a big push for the Governor role, so they can have the ability to control the lynch. However, this is exactly why I would doubt they would go for it. It’s such an obvious move, and because of which, the Governor will likely be the first player analyzed/scanned. It’s really in the elims favor to avoid the role of Governor at all costs to avoid an alignment scan, and the added pressure and attention that would come with being in the limelight. It’s because of this fact that I’m going to put a vote on Burnt Spaghetti. Their desire to not be elected, though it could be personal preference, is enough to get a vote from me.

Rip, Randuir. Well, guess my Fifth convert theory is kind of shot.

Yeah, it has, I’m just still getting used to that. So, I definitely think a WGG is a possibility and not something to rule out at this point. The fact that this is Fifth, makes it especially suspect. I can’t help but think this is an attempt to get suspicions off of a naturally suspicious player. ( Quick Aside: @Fifth Scholar you may have said this already, but you were not in contact with a lurcher, correct?) That along with the post I made last day turn(about Fifth being a rather good convert target) is enough to at least get a vote on him Fifth Scholar

Heterochromatic

What’s ironic is Ink won’t ever lose the game again from this thread. (Too soon?)

Marsh

Sigh, sorry I got caught up in a big project that I just finished. Part of the reason I didn’t really vote last cycle was because I didn’t really understand some of the conversion stuff Aman was talking about, and I wanted to to try and spend my time getting my head around it rather then analyzing posts for suspicions. (Still a bit confused not going to lie ) So right now I’m thinking about good conversion targets, and who would make the most sense as a convert in this game. My current best guess would maybe be someone like Fifth just because of his general skill, but the issue is that because of this, he is usually being closely examined by at least one other player. I still however think in general having an active player as a first convert makes sense. It gives you someone to strategize with, someone with connections already built before they were converted that you can capitalize on. I’d expect that later conversions will be less active players than tend to slip under the radar, giving the elims some insurance. At the moment I’m going to go ahead and put down a vote on Fifth Scholar just so I can have a vote out there. This is easily subject to change, and likely will when I get a chance to look over today’s thread again.

Spook Ham

Nah, yours was good. I just happened to get lucky that my character has some pretty good roasts for yours.

The below is correct

But your outlining of this very fact makes it not in their best interests. Late game conversions can be a lot more damaging then early ones, and you aren’t necessarily forcing the conversion by having a misting die early. Correct me if I am wrong, but the inquisitor doesn’t actually have to convert if a misting is lynched right? Depending on the role distribution, it makes more sense for them to wait until a few people have been picked off before beginning conversions.

“I don’t know if I’m old enough either, but glad to see some of the forebears making an appearance.” Snip says, walking into the Dark side and waving to Ene

I think it’s because we want to try and get conversions as quickly as possible, if I was understand it correctly. (If I am wrong then, I would appreciate correction)

Grey sighed. The bridge was collapsing. Of course it was. He shouldn’t feel surprised, feel the crushing sadness, or the pang of loss. He really shouldn’t have. After hundreds of tests and experiments, all with same results, he should have become numb to those feelings. He had never become so. He felt his tentacles droop further, and stretched his arms, trying to get some feeling into them. He turned away from the quantum scope, and looked to the rest of the lab. He shook his head. They all knew its meaning. Most of his assistants had been with him when it had happened, the event that had given him his unique appearance. Those who hadn’t been with him then had joined because of similar accidents. The special flavor of catastrophe that only the Eldritch Horror Division could produce. “I know there’s some kind of war going on out there, and some of you probably want to go blow off some steam.” Grey said, trying to get the inflection of a smile into his voice. His assistants smiled at him nervously, their hopes and fears reflected in their eyes. Storms he was bad at this. He tugged on his hat string, and then continued. “You guys can have the rest of the day off, go have some fun.” The real smiles finally broke out, and they quickly left, Alleytraveling to who knows where. Grey sat alone in his chair now, no one else to remind him of his failure. No one but him. Rebuilding the bridge had seemed easy at first. It had been created so many times by accident, how hard could it be do it on purpose. As it had turned out, establishing a connection to the Other Dimension was nearly impossible. It was blocked from all traditional methods of entering the worlds parallel to his own. Radio had been the breakthrough. Or at least it had seemed that way. The reality of the testing seemed to imply otherwise. Storms, he needed something to cheer him up. Sitting here wallowing was simply a waste of time. He thought for a moment. A Cornetto would do nicely. Without another thought, he Alleytraveled to the edge of the one the entrance Alleys, and walked out into the rain. He enjoyed the feeling. The downpour was a comfort, the water running down his face was one of the few things even he could experience like everyone else. His tentacles sniffed the air, eager for its delicious freshness. As he strolled down the street, heading towards the local corner shop, he felt his sadness lighten. He tuned into a radio station in dimension that only ever played classical music, and primarily Grieg at that. The swelling notes of In the Hall of the Mountain King filled him, and he felt his pace quicken. He even found himself smiling at the various monsters on the street, who, assuming he was one of their own as monsters tended to, left him completely alone. Finally he reached the corner store. Al’s Grocery and General Goods. What a fine establishment, assuming that it had Cornettos. He let the station fade into nothingness, and pulled open the door, or at least he tried to. The door simply refused to move. He pulled again. Nothing happened. He pushed, hoping that he had simply been making a fool of himself. Nothing that way either. Finally he put his hands to the glass of the door and peered inside. The lights were on, and there was a man inside, presumably the store’s namesake, sweeping the floor. Grey sighed, then knocked on the door. The man turned to face the front of the store, annoyance written all over his face. He opened it, and yelled “We’re closed you freak!” He pointed to his left. There was indeed a sign, a rather large one too, which in bold read, “Closed due to,” and written in black marker just beneath it, “JUST LOOK AROUND.” Grey decided to ignore the sign and continue with his quest. “Um, sorry about that, I guess I just missed the sign. But uh while you’re out here, could I please uh buy a Cornetto?” He pulled his hat string anxiously, waiting for the man’s response. The man started at the “sound” of Grey’s voice. That wasn’t a good sign. First the comment about his appearance and now that. ”A Cornetto?” He said incredulously, “you want a storming Cornetto! No storming way. Just get out of here you storming weirdo! We’re in the middle of a storming war zone!” With that, the man slammed the door in Grey face, and walked back into the store, shaking his head in disgust. All Grey wanted was a Cornetto, all he wanted was a storming Cornetto! He felt his anger rise, the frustrations of the day boiling over. He pushed them down, trying to get ahold of himself and his emotions. They came out anyway. The rage he felt burning within him, the sheer outrage ripped itself out of his control. Why was everyone this way? He knew, he could just tell, that if he’d had a normal face, that conversation would have gone differently. The same thing had happened with dozens of grocers and corner shops throughout the city. No one wanted to be seen serving the “freak” without a face. No one wanted to be seen serving him. His rising fury finally hit a critical mass. He strained against himself. Then finally, something broke. The emotions waging war on his will won, and then lost at the same time. His will gone, and his emotions quickly following, Grey filled them void with the only thing he had left. The icy cold blade of insanity. “I really wish you hadn’t done that.” Grey whispered to the man as he resumed sweeping. Telepathy did have its benefits. As the man dropped his broom and turned to Grey, a mixture of fear and pure rage on his face, Grey simply breathed in, sucking Stormlight from the air, and filling himself with its power. He Soulcast the door to air easily, barely even peering into the cognitive realm. Benefits of the storm he guessed. He walked into the store slowly, shaking his head. “You really should not have done that.” The man rushed him, hands balled into fists. He must have thought that they could have helped somehow. Grey laughed, then Soulcast the man’s legs into air. The man screamed, falling to the ground and skidding to Grey’s feet. “Can I tell you something? Listen closely, because this is the most important thing you’ll ever hear.” He crouched down, getting closer to the man before continuing. “You see, you’re right, I am a bit of freak. It’s really not that hard to tell, I mean look at me.” He grabbed the mans shoulders, who recoiled at his touch, turning his face away from Grey’s. “Look at me!” Grey screamed into the mans mind. The man finally looked, directly into the orb that was Grey’s only eye. “But maybe, maybe being a freak isn’t so bad. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe having some freaks for the rest of the world to laugh it is a good thing. You all get to gloat with your sheer ordinariness, your average little lives, average little faces, while the rest of us, who are even a little bit different, get to suffer. You think I don’t know, you think I don’t see. The eyes, the stares. I pretend not to care, but I wouldn’t spend 80 years on a project to fix it if I didn’t care. It’s people like you who are the real freaks here.” He grinned, or at least tried to. His tentacles simply wriggled vigorously. The man sobbed in response. “Maybe I’m the normal one, and you with your ordinary little face and ordinary little mind are completely and utterly insane. How fun would that be! Why then you could have all the fun! Freaks like me get to after all. Why don’t you join us?” The man shook his tears running down his face. “No, please, please” Grey simply shook his head. “Please? Where was this politeness when I asked for my Cornetto?” He Soulcast the man’s face off. The once quite ordinary countenance became literally featureless, simply an ellipsoid of flesh. No openings, or exits. “How do you like it? Being someone like me?” The man didn’t have ears, but that didn’t matter. Yet another benefit of telepathy. The man thrashed in response, trying to escape the prison that encased his mind. Grey laughed, because there wasn’t a key. He stood up, Soulcasting more oxygen into the man’s lungs as he did so. He needed to live for just a little bit longer. Just long enough so that he could finish what he’d started. He looked around, searching for it. The Cornetto. Ah, there it was. Grey walked to the back of the store and grabbed a Cornetto. “Bye Al, I enjoyed our little chat.” He walked out of the store, leaving the thrashing man behind, unwrapped his Cornetto, and reveled in the fall of raindrops.

Totally missed that, thanks! Taking a look now.

I'm guessing a game with this mechanic has been suggested before, but here's my take on it: LG: Roles of a Die

Ray is actually Ark. also can confirm that STINK is active in pms.

Figured I should probably get around to posting this, even though I think it’s already been approved.

All dragons are equal, but some dragons are more equal then others.

Alright, so rp wise, Cutting Bored, a koloss whose just a bit too intelligent for his own good is here. ( @Straw —rp character) In other thoughts: Aman’s claim seems a bit bold to be so early on in the game. It’s a gutsy enough gambit that I’m relatively confident that he’s village, but then again, if said gambit were to pay off, it would do so exceptional well. Overall this claim almost reads a NAI to me simply because the Pros and Cons on either side seem relatively equal.

Senator Palpatune would like to bring his lovely singing voice to the game. Signing up

In a pm I am in with him, Kidpen did say that he had just gotten back from a camp, so that may be the delay