Devotary of Spontaneity

Theoretically, Silho moved Wizard's vote to Sart while Ash's role removed a vote from himself. The vote count lines up with their claims. Edit: If Silho knew that his vote manip wouldn't work on someone who wasn't voting, it would have been better to have a backup plan earlier.

Easier to have Randby check, or shoot Ash and have Orlok check if that doesn't work. Double exe is unproductive and if you/Aman are going to shoot him you might as well just do so. I only had the one role.

I doubt there's two elim RPers and there's not much point for a villager to take that step to be exe-immune next cycle since that wastes a cycle. Full on moving a vote is powerful for elims but I don't see village you being this afraid of having your role taken. I'm more inclined to see Orlok as a village pinchhitter than Steel but wouldn't kill the latter just for that. I'd vote Steel over TJ or Archer though.

It changes from # eliminators out of 8 people to # elims out of 12. I think the former is more useful since knowing there are say 2-3 elims in those 12 isn't really helpful. Putting Biplet up instead of Steel or Walin isn't unreasonable. I'm also not sure why TKN is throwing away his only vote for this. I guess it's less likely more him to be an elim if he does but it's not like we're going to kill him again. We missed the whole day talking. We'll have to catch up tomorrow. It was lovely to hear your voice! That's just what I sound like. I don't know how she can stand clearing her voice and pitching it two octaves higher. I admire her skill, but hate speaking like that for the comfort of others. You two work well together ^ Yeah... I don't know what I'd do without her. Have a harder time finding bots Right. Who do we think? Walin and Steel for neglecting their roles? Biplet for being lost? We're lost too. Let the roles sort it out.

Telling Stick that they'll troll her while she targets herself and then not submitting the troll order would be trying to kill Stick/you. Unless they were roleblocked or trolled or made an agreement with Stick in PMs to do something different I don't see why a village troll wouldn't follow through prevent a presumptive village kill role from dying.

Steel would have needed to be in the top three vote recipients at the 24 hour mark of D2 to activate this, right? I also should have put together that this was true and asked people to vote for him.

Role copier, yes.

We cannot.

I can confirm that this is true. RPers can only target living players.

There's no reason for her to claim but I don't see her lying about it either.

1. Ashbringer as Ash the Amateur, a RPing college student 3. Steeldancer as Steel 4. Channelknight Fadran as Fadran the Guy From the Fellowship of the Thing Who Has Never Done This Before. 6. xinoehp512 as xinoehp513, a newbie to the forum that is very puzzled that his name was already taken.` 7. JNV as JNV 8. Matrim's Dice as Matrim's Dice 9. Biplet as Biplet 10. Araris Valerian as Metalcognition, definitely not an imposter of the founder of SE. 13. The Known Novel as TKN (The Known (and Totally Kool) Novel) 16. Archer as Archer, a player that's hellbent on PM spidering. 17. Walin as Walin, the consistently befuddled and absent SE-er 18. |TJ| as mad watcher 21. Orlok Tsubodai as Orlok (he's Orlok right? I think?) 22. Random Bystander as Random Bystander 23. Sart 24. Shining Silhouette So plausible elims are in this list? Araris+Sart doesn't make a lot of sense unless Striker is also evil. Sart more likely evil than Araris. I don't see a reason for Tani to lie about being an elim so that makes Randby less likely to be elim as the same role depending on what else the elim have or unless Tani's lying about her role. RPer only gets to borrow one role every other cycle but that would still give them e.g. triple kill if both targeted Stick the night before. We'll see how her trolling goes.

We don't count towards parity, otherwise the game would go on forever. What's happening with Stick's role? I doubt there would be two versions of kill protects (how I died in LG 53 for claiming a differently named lurcher role), so does hers block trolling?

RPer takes one role, randomly if the target has multiple. So does that mean you think the elims have a troll such that they can kill two people every night and that's how Tani and I died? I'm not seeing troll as village/neutral exclusive. @Archer Temptation is a troll style role from LG 53. It was confirmed evil in that game but in this game there's probably a mix. The odds of an elim troll are high enough that it makes little sense to claim roles in an 'I hope I don't get trolled' way. Guest accounts are the best I could do. Sunset Unicorn We've had that account for years, since before I was a separate person. It's why I exist, in some ways. Saponin will get it back for you. Thanks np. Tell us the story in person. That DDoS attack hit all of us despite having IP addresses in different countries. That's more than bots could do. Someone on the site saw we were connected.

DDoS is night kill, removed is the exe. We all get the same role upon death presumably.

Our target becomes an RPer for one cycle.

We're an RPer like Randby who borrowed Steel's role and can confirm that it can be used to learn the roles of "dead" players. Dead person role is called Pinchhitter (Catwatcher).

We're still here. Similar situation to Striker; can talk, one vote, don't count towards parity. We can back up the role claims of Randby and Steeldancer.

So what's Striker's deal? A bot wouldn't draw suspicion, nor need to identify other bots. Confirming his role would clear him. Too late for that. Did you three get your password resets? Yes ^ If that doesn't fix it, we'll talk during our lunch break tomorrow. Even if it does.

The vote count was on the same page. I was thinking you were doing that on purpose to get votes but apparently not.

If your role only requires you to be in the top 3 in the first half of the cycle, why wouldn't you want to avoid votes in the second half? Why did you vote for Walin over Wizard? Hoping that Wizard would 1. Win the 1/3 chance and 2. Be the same alignment as you doesn't seem like good odds.

Finale: Hope Prevails “We will slay you all.” Afandor felt his metal vials rip free, pulling painfully at his broken bones. Ignoring the pain for the moment, he pushed himself up and turned to watch what was happening. Avil was surrounded, blood dripping down his clothing. Yet he stood strong. Wood creaked as he gripped his axe with an unnatural strength, ready to fell anyone who approached. Then he turned. Two metal spikes jutted through what used to be his eye sockets. Avil was no longer a simple resident of Tyrian Falls. He had become a Steel Inquisitor—one of Ruin’s own puppets. Afandor Pushed off a coin. Pain screamed through his body, but he pushed through. When he was upright, he balanced on one leg, using the scattered metal around Scimon Tlagg’s last stand to keep him stable. No matter the pain, he would not go down without more of a fight. He only hoped Oleinda was safe. Then he spotted her. She stood at the edges of the crowd surrounding Avil, a hardness to the way she held herself. Afandor groaned and said a silent prayer to whatever gods might listen, begging for her to be protected. To be saved. ~~~ Oleinda burned copper, hoping against hope that it was enough to protect those around her. It wasn’t much, but it was an edge they may hold if Avil could burn brass. She had heard his voice. Heard him fighting with Afandor. And then she heard the other voices. Whispers and movements in the night. She hadn’t needed to go for help. It was already there. The people of Tyrian had finally joined together, found the final threat to their city, and had gathered against it. And she would stand with them. So Oleinda had turned around. Returned just in time to hear Afandor fall, to hear Onidsen confront Avil. And then to hear Avil drive metal into his own body. She shuddered as she faced him, listening to his yells. We will slay you all. It was no longer Avil. Not fully. There was something else controlling him. And then he attacked. ~~~ Linaan was the first to react. Finally, an enemy that could be fought head-on with no concerns of innocence. With Oleinda at her back protecting her from any soothing, she dug her claws into the ground and sprung at Avil’s unprotected side, teeth poised to crush his neck. Avil alone might have fallen, but Ruin was not so easily fooled. “You can do better than that. Release your inhibitions. Kill me.” In one smooth motion, he pivoted around his left foot and swung his axe two-handed at Linaan. She flinched instinctively; no weapon could kill her but fear of those obsidian axes and the people who carried them had been etched deep. She was right to dodge back, for at the last second Avil switched to a one-handed grip, the extended reach allowing him to lop off her front left paw with pewter-enhanced strength. Landing awkwardly on three legs, Linnan hissed and regrew a paw from pure muscle and fat and began to prowl around in a circle, searching for openings. Before she took more than a few steps, Avil lost interest and charged at the group of villagers who had dispersed to regain their lost metal. ~~~ Luciel was the first target, having advanced towards danger as thugs were wont to do. Avail swung his axe down for a decapitation strike only for it to lodge deep in Sidor’s upraised shield. Snarling, he wrenched the axe free, shield coming with it as Sidor abandoned her shield for a glass dagger, sliding it between Avil’s rib spikes. The wound caused no apparent harm to Avil as he flared pewter. It drew both his and Ruin’s attention as he freed his axe from the shield and swung at Sidor with all his might. She blocked by sliding her left hand up the haft of her own axe and stepping in, trying to shove Avil backwards. Mere human strength was no match for the power of pewter, but Avil was so focused on Sidor that he didn’t notice Luciel crashing into his side. Avil stumbled, and by the time he regained his footing, Luciel was already crunching down on the pewter vial he’d snatched from Avil’s robes. “Mighty fine trick Guy had there. You’ll have to thank him for me in the next life,” Luciel said, taking a fighting stance. “Now s’much fun as being Luciel is, I don’t reckon I was much good as sheriff. Beatin’ down unruly bar patrons? That I can do. How much pewter ya got left?” Avail declined to answer and disengaged from the melee, turning his sights on Onidsen, WitLees, and Char Treuce, clustered together to take cover in the latter’s dwindling coppercloud. Smoking proved no protection against the enhanced ironpull that ripped through them, targeting not their vials but the very metal within their bodies. ~~~ As Avil hurtled towards their combined greater masses, axe at the ready, WitLees stepped in the way. Obsidian cleaved effortlessly through muscle and sinew and bone as WitLees fell to the ground in two pieces, bleeding not blood but Horneater White. “Turned out I still had a couple bottles left of the stuff! I’ve been looking to make a change recently, and going out in an explosion is a fitting sendoff to this body.” Avil tried to avoid the spreading alcohol, but he was too slow. WitLees had already melted down to his base form and wrapped himself around his legs, holding him in place. Avail resisted, but the loss of his spare pewter vial and his untreated injuries meant he couldn’t afford to flare pewter again. Ruin let him struggle alone and slowly but surely Avil began to break free, but too late, for Char Treuce had already grabbed a torch. “No more running. Don Quixote would stay and fight, and so shall I.” He charged right at Avil, who screamed out in desperation. Pewter was being used to keep himself standing. Brass would not pierce the coppercloud that Char Treuce still emitted. Tin could only make his onrushing death more apparent. Iron would only hasten the end. He had just managed to kick away a piece of WitLees when the torch hit Horneater White. At the last second, WitLees stretched out his body into a semicircular cylinder, shielding Char Treuce from the full force of the explosion. He still went flying backwards, unconscious before he hit the ground. Bits and pieces of WitLees’s body scattered through the air as Avil took one staggering step forward and collapsed halfway through, body barely holding itself together. ~~~ Both he and Ruin still had one card left to play. With Char Treuce unconscious, his coppercloud vanished and a blanket soothing once more surged through the village square, deadening the emotions of everyone outside Oleinda’s range. Linaan was not affected as she rushed forwards to end the battle once and for all, but Ruin’s words filled her mind. “No matter how often you change bodies, no matter what form you take, you belong to me. I am the deepest and most essential version of you. My voice reflects your true desires, the actions you long to take, barely restrained by your facade of humanity. You WILL serve by my side, daughter. Kill them all, and become the monster you were always meant to be.” Linaan cackled as she continued her charge, the high pitched sound forcing its way out of her mangled vocal cords. “All these centuries and you still understand nothing. You prey on my deepest fears, yet you cannot comprehend my desires. I am a monster, red in tooth and claw. I have never been human, and hate pretending to be one. None of that prevents me from caring about other people. I will oppose you for the rest of my life, no, the rest of yours. For the woman I love, for a community that accepts me, for a world not ruled by bloodline or metallic arts, where everyone is given the resources they need to live a fulfilling life.” Speaking back to Ruin provoked no response, as always, but across the square, more movement took place. ~~~ A flaring heat burned inside Oleinda as she burned copper. Her vials were gone, but she had a large enough store. She listened to the sounds of the fight, doing her best to stay out of the way. And then someone’s hands were on her. Oleinda screamed. “It’s me.” Pain laced each of Afandor’s words. “This way.” Then he lifted her off the ground and pulled her to his chest. “What are you doing?” She couldn’t keep the panic out of her voice. She couldn’t leave. Not yet. “Keep burning. I’m getting you closer.” “You’re hurt.” Afandor grunted. “I’m fine. We need to finish this.” Just out of range, Sidor and Sidor’ struggled against the blanket soothing. “Former High Prelan Ferac lauded lack of emotion as the highest virtue. [He was convinced that in its absence lay pure efficiency.] He mapped out as many details of human emotion in his test subjects as he could think of. [All in the name of an empire built on cruelty.] In all his experiments, he never considered himself as a biased observer. [His beliefs stripped of emotion, he took for truth.] His conclusions that the empire was necessary were wrong. [Not just for neglecting the value of emotional judgements, but for considering what was best for a man the empire was made for to be what was best for everyone.] Feelings are an important tool for relating to others. [But even without emotion, we are able to care.] With halting, jerky movements that became smoother with every step,she picked up her shield and moved into the coppercloud. From there, it was easy to direct a badly injured Afandor and Oleinda in his arms into range of Onidsen, who had paused hovering over his fallen coins, mind assaulted by waves of nothingness. He snapped to attention as the coppercloud enveloped him and reached down for the coins, but hesitated. “I don’t need these.” He turned to face Avil, who was trying and failing to stand up, his body too badly damaged for Ruin to control. He gazed up at the approaching form of Onidsen, the man beneath the Shard reasserting control for the last moments of his life. Onidsen embraced him, his hands looping around Avil’s neck to grab hold of the spikes that jutted from his eyes. Selig sind die Toten Ja, der Geist spricht, daß sie ruhen Selig sind die Toten He stepped backwards, pulling the iron spikes with him. The final Spiked fell to the ground, free at last. ~~~ The morning air bit at Oleinda’s exposed skin. Afandor shuffled up beside her, a strange pattern to his footsteps. Step. Thump-step. His leg had been bound and as much as she’d tried, he wouldn’t stop walking on it. At least she’d convinced him to use a crutch. “Are you sure about this?” he asked as he stopped beside her. “No, but Tyrian has nothing left for me.” Oleinda chewed her lip as she listened to the town come to life. It was too quiet. Too still. Even as the work began to clean up after the night’s battle, there was not enough life in the wind. But there was a hint of something else drifting through on that cold breeze. Hope. As the world changed around them, she knew the people of Tyrian would keep the flame of hope burning inside, flaring stronger than any metal. She wanted to be with them, rebuild with them, but no. They would have no use for her. Afandor rested his hand on her shoulder. “Are you ready?” She took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. This was her last chance. After one last brush of her fingers across the doorframe, she stepped into the street. “Yes.” Thus ends another season of Sanderson Elimination! The AG is officially over, and the village succeeds again! Congratulations to all of you who helped keep the curse away. The winners of the three Non-Sanderson Game passes for this year are: Madagascar - Amethyst Scorpion Kasimir - Salmon Meerkas biplet - Azure Mouse We want to thank each of you for participating in the Anniversary Game! We look forward to another year of Sanderson Elimination and all the future games to stab, plot against, and RP. Player Identities: Spreadsheet

Is this a normal level of activity? No. Far more talkative than normal. Who are we banning? Striker. His words and actions are inconsistent. We're voting Striker. (Archer). Mentioning a suspicion of Wizard and then voting Walin despite not mentioning him before and Wizard and Walin having the same number of votes before then feels wrong.

SK that can only kill villagers and neutrals doesn't make a lot of sense. SKs are supposed to be balancers even if they don't win.

8 hours left to vote!

If you're suggesting not-village, who are you interacting with? Trying to uncover roles, alignments, whichever? But now it's a bit?