Mint Heron

Congrats to @Magenta Albatross for fighting until the very end You had me thinking you were a villager there.

Soddit, no counterlynch means he's probably village. Albatross, for what it's worth.

I'm a busy student and picked what stood out most to investgate further. If you have other examples of suspicious vote movements, feel free to provide evidence.

1. Yes, you should feel bad about not checking this thread earlier. 2. Interesting conclusion. Care to support that with evidence? 3. As I've already said, your reasoning wasn't very strong, since it seemed based entirely off of the idea that I was evil for thinking that the game would end that Turn. Honestly, if I actually am a Sympathiser your suspicion would have only been right due to epistemic luck. As of yet I fail to see any valid argument that I am a Sympathiser, other than perhaps my vote on you, which brings me to my next point. 4. Any fool with internet access could have placed the first vote on Elephant. I just happened to be online when Orlok posted Day Eight, and I like getting FLFC status. Besides, I don't control the rest of the village. In fact, I was hoping someone other than a known Sympathiser or you would disagree, to make the game more interesting. If I inadvertently lead everyone off a cliff when they've had two days to say, "I don't like where we're going, let's stop", it's not my fault, and I can hardly be accused of masterminding a mass suicide. One last point: You had the time to type up all that but couldn't be bothered defending yourself from the accusations I made? Really? Really? Your defense isn't making you seem any more villagery to me. Edited for a missed point in 3b: I awknowledge that your village reads on Elephant and Kangaroo may have influenced where your vote went, but you were inconsistent with an earlier post, where you wanted to swing the lynch off of Mouse due to a lack of competing bandwagons. Two votes in rapid succession with no reasoning at the end of the cycle seems very much like a bandwagon.

Vote Tally: Kangaroo (1): Ostrich <1>, Scorpion <1>, Crocodile <1> Albatross (5): Kharsis (Heron) <1>, Ostrich <2>, Scorpion <2>, Zebra <1>, Mouse <4>, Chameleon <1> Scorpion (0): Mouse <1> Mouse (0): Mouse <2> Ostrich (0): Mouse <3> Crocodile (0): Mouse <5> Kharsis (1): Mouse <6> We have five votes on Albatross. Hopefully they're all village, but as much as I wish it was so, I wouldn't count on it. Albatross is the only player who hasn't put down a vote, and at this point in the game, with about three and a half hours to go until rollover, that seems like a sign of either a defeated Sympathiser or extremely negligent villager. We need as many players as we can to watch the thread around rollover and watch out for a hammer. If enough of us are online, we might be able to stop it or force a tie. So please, watch this thread.

Thanks :> I appreciate the offer, but no thanks. I hate being evil and at this point there's no way I can finagle Kharsis into doing it. I wouldn't mind being able to talk in the Sympathiser doc with you, though

Kharsis arrived at the Thoughtful Eel during the town’s normal gathering time, and waited for people to arrive and discuss how best to rid themselves of the evil plaguing them. No one came. An hour passed by, then another. A few people trickled in, but they all stood silently and standoffishly in the corners. When Kharsis moved to talk to them, they gave short, one word answers, nothing more. Clouds passed over the sun, casting the entirety of Rennan into darkness. Around the sixth hour, Kharsis found his eyes increasingly drawn to Sapphire’s broken body, hanging from the gallows. Nobody had dared to touch it, so there it had remained, bloating overnight. He sighed. He ought to feel happy at Sapphire’s death; after all, the man had been a Sympathiser of Odium. And yet...the grotesque, rotting shape that swayed in the wind like fruit did nothing but inspire despair. Almighty above, there’s so many of them left, Kharsis thought. If we don’t get one today… Details of a dream he might have had trickled back into his memory. He had stood before such a gallows before, in another time, another place. Then, as now, it had been the arbiter of many deaths, too many to count. Then, as now, monsters had menaced the town, both from inside and outside. Then, as now, the people had turned on each other to root the evil out. Tyrian Falls, it had been called. Destroyed by the Koloss and the Spiked, over and over again, trapped in the never-ending cycle of the Game. Kharsis staggered at the weight of the memories, and their implications, still staring at Sapphire’s body. “Almighty above,” he whispered. “How can we defeat this? It’s already taken so many...” People wiser than him had tried. They’d been given second, third, even fourth chances, and still they had failed. He thought of his friends, of Drelan and Akedar, of his family, of Elion, Helina, Larsah, and Adani, of the remaining villagers, neighbors and pillars of the community. Against the unrelenting forces of Evil, they would all be bugs in a highstorm, crushed into nothingness. Playthings in a Game. And what would it even be for? Some half-remembered elephant-thing, a bored Creator with nothing better to do? Angry tears ran down Kharsis’s face. “We’ve all got some sort of purpose, I reckon. And if we ran away from the Game, would we even live? I mean, it’s better to live, for even a few days, than to never have lived at all, isn’t it?” Easy words for a Creator to say. Easy words for a Creator to stuff in the mouth of an already dead puppet, to spew out from the safety of a room with comfortable armchairs and hot mugs of tea. Easy words for a Creator to think, safely ensconced in a world that would never feel the machinations of the Game. Kharsis wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands, glaring at the sky. “Storm you!” Kharsis screamed out. “Storm you, Kasimir!” The words felt satisfying on his tongue, so he repeated them, over and over, out into the indifferent world, before the dead body of a Sympathiser of Odium. He did not care if anyone saw him, screaming profanities to the air. Let them judge. He kept on yelling, against the injustice, the inevitability of it all. “...Braize would be too good for you, Kasimir! I hope you die in a fire!...” Eventually his voice wore out, and he could rage no more. The insulating heat of these words dissipated, once again exposing him to the chill of despair. Kharsis slumped to the ground. From its position high in the gallows, Sapphire’s corpse leered at him. You’ve won, or you’re going to, Kharsis thought to the dead body in front of him. We’re doomed. He sat in a void, drained, broken. The weight of the evil that haunted this town -- Odium, Ruin, The Traitors, it mattered not -- pressed down on him, crushing him. He couldn’t even cry anymore, damnit, for his eyes had cried as much as they could. Twin sets of ghostly hands reached for his. Kassien and Karnad. A healer and a messenger, he felt. They had been here before. Been in a town infiltrated by the agents of evil, where monsters marched towards them, where the people banded together to drive the evil out. And they had failed. Died with a spike to the throat and a shove off a ramp, respectively. They knew Kharsis’s pain. After all, they had been through it too. More ghostly hands reached out for Kharsis. Kai, a young man who was definitely not Wyrm’s half-brother. Kasimar, a trusting fool of a Voidbringer. Kassel, an amatuer logician. The ones from the room, and others, too. A few of them had survived. Most of them had died, some of them too early to help with catching the evil at all. Some had been the evil. Some of them had succeeded in driving the evil out. All of them had lived, burned with a brilliant, gem-like flame. Kasimir had been sad to see them go, but there were things that even he could not do, within the constraints of the Game. The oppressive heaviness around Kharsis lightened, just a smidge. The clouds covering the sun opened, just slightly. Sapphire’s body no longer looked so menacing in the golden rays of sunlight. “Thank you,” Kharsis whispered. He stood up, and went home.

That generally would be good reasoning, but if you think Kangaroo is less dangerous to leave alive than the other Sympathisers, why did you start the Day voting for him? I think Scorpion is village, mostly due to the Day Seven lynch between Vulture, Scorpion, and Mouse. Both Mouse and Elephant voted on Scorpion, and after their vote manipulation only, not including Nolan's, Scorpion had a 50/50 chance of dying. The Sympathisers don't seem protective enough of Scorpion for him to be evil. IKR? >> Seriously guys. Y'all remind me of my students this semester before I broke them in a little >> If you want a mindless lynch then just say so; we can always go back to Kangaroo.

Y'know, after the events of Day Seven I figure Scorpion's probably villager, despite his behaviour. Poor guy had two Symapthisers voting on him to save you. Haven't you done enough to him already?

Nolan (Dragonfly) said that Kangaroo claimed Elsecaller in PMs.

Anyone feeling up for some modelling of how this game might go? I promise, it's not too hard [ASSUMPTION 1]: We are at 5:4 today. [ASSUMPTION 2]: The Sympathisers will make a kill every Night, and the kill will go through. [ASSUMPTION 3]: If we ever start a Night turn at parity, the Sympathisers will make a kill that Night and the game will be over. [ASSUMPTION 4]: No vote manipulation will happen. 1. Best case scenario Day Ten 5:4, a Sympathiser gets lynched Night Ten 5:3 Day Eleven 4:3, a Sympathiser gets lynched Night Eleven 4:2 Day Twelve 3:2, a Sympathiser gets lynched Night Twelve 3:1 Day Thirteen 2:1, a Sympathiser gets lynched Night Thirteen 2:0 END, VILLAGE VICTORY 2. More likely scenario Day Ten 5:4, a Sympathiser gets lynched Night Ten 5:3 Day Eleven 4:3, a Sympathiser gets lynched Night Eleven 4:2 Day Twelve 3:2, a villager gets lynched Night Twelve 2:2 Day Thirteen 1:2 END, SYMPATHISER VICTORY 3. Worst case scenario Day Ten 5:4, a villager gets lynched Night Ten 4:4 Day Eleven 3:4 END, SYMPATHISER VICTORY In other words, we will need four consecutive Sympathiser lynches to win. Two of them ought to be easy, since we already know that Kangaroo and Mouse are evil, but two of them will be harder. If we ever mislynch a villager, or divide the vote enough for the Sympathisers to control the lynch, we'll lose. Therefore, I'm proposing that we consider lynching someone who is not a confirmed Sympathiser, so we can get the hard lynches over with first. We're going to have to find those two other Sympathisers somehow, and it'll probably be easier when there's more villagery heads alive to puzzle it out. A not insignificant point is also that I joined this game to have fun, and that pile of votes on Elephant with nothing else happening was anything but fun. If we all commit to a lynch on a Kangaroo or Mouse today, it's likely that we'll go through a 144 hour slog (or longer) waiting for them to die, with nothing actually happening during that time. TBH, I'd rather risk the game now, with the possible reward of knowing that the game is secured as long as there's no vote manipulation, than wait for Kangaroo and Mouse to die already, knowing that there are still two Sympathisers out there. (It could also make us lose the game a lot faster, but hey, patience was never one of my virtues I reckon this will be the more fun option for everyone involved, anyways.) To put my money where my mouth is, I'm going to vote on Magenta Albatross. On Day Eight, he tried to shift the lynch away from Mouse, saying that the lack of a bandwagon on someone else was making him suspicious, which was a reasonable thought for a villager to have. Yet later that Day, he retracted his vote from Mouse at the last minute with no explanation whatsoever, despite the very obvious hammer that was going on. That's inconsistent as hell, and very, very suspicious. Later he claimed that the Axolotl lynch would have gone through even if he hadn't retracted his vote, but it was stated in an oddly defensive manner, and included no reasoning for his retraction. Furthermore, on Day Seven his trust list included Kangaroo and Elephant, while his slight trust list included Mouse, who he defended. Sound like a familiar list of players? Finally, during the Day Nine Elephant list, he wondered if I was evil for "talking as if game was over last night, despite that almost everyone, including outed Sympathisers, was acting like the game was going to after on Night Nine. It reads like a Sympathiser was trying to cast suspicion on a player that emerged from the Night with a lot of trust, and doing so with fairly shoddy reasoning. Overall, I think Albatross is a good bet for one of our two as-of-yet unknown Sympathisers. I'll be interested in seeing his response to this.

Ouch. That's kinda nasty. We'll try to work something out, how about that? Your death isn't really integral to our win, tbh. http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/65915-ag4an1-day-9-uniter-divided-dividers-unite/?do=findComment&comment=673647 I appreciate the offer, but your team still has a way to go before winning. We're at 6:4 now and we have apodictic certainty of two more Sympathisers, so there's still a chance of a village win. Do what you have to do, yeah? My stats are really bad without context, but they look much better when you realise that I've been on-and-off hiatus for a couple of years now. Technically the last time I survived was actually LG29, but I've excised that from my memory; a lot of things happened there that just killed my buzz for this game. At least now things seem much better, but I'll probably have to go again for life and all. SE is unhealthy for me

I haven't survived a game since MR4 Edit: by survive, I mean survive with a character I was really invested in The other times don't quite count.

...You're not even going to let me survive this one game?

Kharsis knelt in front of his cart, re-inventorying all the goods he had. Two sets of the game Pieces, three yo-yos, five dolls, seven tops… everything in this box was here. He opened another box and began counting out jars of spices. “Uncle, how do you go to all of these places?” “Eh?” Kharsis grunted. He looked up and saw Larsah in front of him, with her hands clasped behind her. “What?” “Um…” Larsah’s hands twisted behind her back nervously. “You don’t have to answer if I’m bothering you…” She seemed a lot shyer than at the dinner table, for some reason. “Nah, I was just taken aback by your question. What’re you asking again?” “You’ve been to Thaylen City, right? Earned your fare by working in Kharbranth? How did you get to Kharbranth in the first place? Don’t caravan rides cost a lot?” Larsah fumbled with her questions, awkwardly trying to rephrase them. “I mean, uh, how do you fund yourself on your trips?” “Hmm,” Kharsis said. “Usually I walk, so I don’t pay anything for a caravan. I make enough to support myself by trading things between villages. People will pay a lot for news from other places.” He shrugged. “I don’t make nearly as much as a Thaylen merchant, but it’s enough to support myself. Sometimes I’ll stay in a place and do some odd jobs for people. You learn a lot of skills on the road.” “Okay,” Larsah said thoughtfully. Then she asked, “You’ve been to Kholinar, right? Center of Alethi culture and learning? What was it like?” “Oh, I wouldn’t exactly call Kholinar a center of culture, exactly. It’s mostly a gathering place for sweaty, stinking soldiers addicted to fighting, or the ‘thrill’ as they call it. Let me tell you, they get really pissy if you joke about their commander.” Kharsis noted Larsah following his words raptly and hastily decided not to tell her that particular anecdote. “It’s actually not that bad of a place. There’s a lot of temples everywhere, since the Alethi are so religious. They usually always have some smoke rising out of them when people burn their glyphwards -- long pieces of paper that have prayers written on them. Some of them are quite beautiful, if you can get a glimpse of them before they’re burned.” “It sounds nice,” she said wistfully. “Wish I could go. Um, thanks for answering.” “Sure,” Kharsis said. “Anytime.” Larsah left, and Kharsis went back to inventorying his goods.

Such activity. Much wow. I love my timezone so much. Don't mind me, just lonely!Kas speaking now Analytical!Kas or writer!Kas should be back once I get some sleep...

On Night Eight we had twelve players, with five or six Sympathisers. Since the Sympathisers win when they outnumber the village, I assumed the worst-case scenario, that there were six Sympathisers and that they would be able to kill someone that Night, thus ending the game. IMHO nothing would have changed in the game if I had assumed there were five Sympathisers, except that I wouldn't have stayed up until 5am yesterday finishing up RP. Sure then. I'd think that if I was a Sympathiser I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of voting on Mouse, retracting my vote, putting it back on because of something he said, trying to see whether any counter-lynches rose in response to his lynch train, and then voting for him again, but I'm hardly one to talk about being overly paranoid Regardless of if you have any ulterior motives for stating suspicion of me, there's a very easy solution, if you're truly worried about lynching Elephant. Vote on someone else. Make your case for a Mouse lynch, or a Kangaroo one. We have enough time in the cycle to shift the lynch, if that's what you really want. I chose Elephant because I didn't want to bother puzzling over whether he was a Worldhopper or Elsecaller, and I was the first to post after the thread went up. That's all there is to it.

Me, and probably pretty much all the villagers right now:

I did expect that Elephant vote to stick longer than five minutes, yes

Troll Symps gonna troll, huh?

Sapphire Elephant. @Mauve Crocodile, if you want to prove you're a villager, a good way to start would be by voting on the Sympathiser who outed himself. @Magenta Albatross, I think it's pretty clear that you were either a Sympathiser playing along, but on the off chance that you're a villager who for some reason wasn't paying attention at all to what was going on in-thread despite posting in it, you have the same opportunity as Crocodile. To all the remaining villagers, I cannot stress how important it is that we pile the votes on one target. We might lose some discussion from that, but we need to kill a Sympathiser today. There are eleven players now, and likely five Sympathisers, giving us a 6:5 village-to-Sympathiser ratio. If a Sympathiser does not die in this lynch today, we will lose this game at the end of the Night. So please, vote. All I'm asking for is one word in red. That's it. Vote on Elephant. @Orlok Tsubodai, just a question to satisfy my paranoia. The Sympathisers cannot win unless they outnumber the villagers, correct? Edited for arithmatic, as it seems I can't math >>

Kharsis returned from the Thoughtful Skyeel so exhausted that he barely had the energy to mumble hello to Elion and Helina before faceplanting in the guest bed. — Once again, he was in the room with the armchairs. To his side lay hot mugs of tea, and biscuits fresh out of the tin. He watched from above, both ghostly spectre and as active participant, Kharsis and Sonder, traveling peddler and shardship’s engineer. The last thing he remembered was filling out paperwork, being attacked by a Shardblade, and then...nothing. Where was he? Not the ship’s medbay, that was for sure. KHAS Sonder looked around at the other eight men around him; he didn’t recognise any of them, but he felt that he should. “So,” Sonder said. “Uh, what are we here for, exactly?” KASIMAR Something nudged Kharsis to disentangle himself from Sonder — to reach out further, farther. So he did. KAIM The world shifted around him, and he was back in Rennan, talking with Drelan for the first time in years. And not. Some of his consciousness remained in the room with the armchairs as Drelan described the recent murders. KAI “Oh,” Kharsis said. Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck, both here and from above. He knew who had committed those murders now. “Who died?” KASSEL ERIKELL “The first sign,” someone in the room with the hot mugs of tea said, “Is when someone inexplicably drops dead.” KASIR What? That startled Kharsis; it seemed like someone knew what was going on. He shifted his attention back to the room. SAMUEL KESSEN “That’s your sign to get out of there, as fast as you can,” Asim said. KADDAR “Not always,” he corrected. “By the time the Mayor dropped dead, I was in it up to my neck. The next thing I knew, I was a corrupted agent of evil—and had always been.” Good Guy Fain, he had been. Kharsis — no, Kaim, that was this man’s name — smiled at the memory and puffed on his pipe, blowing out a series of smoke rings. “Can’t run away from that.” KARNAD Those last words pricked at Kharsis’s conscience and he shifted uncomfortably from his spot looking down, remembering how he had run away from Elion at the bar. To distract himself, he looked more closely at the men in the room. He still had no idea what was going on, but parts of the conversation seemed familiar, somehow. KAIAN Sonder. Kai. Kasir. Kaim. Asim. Kaddar. Karnad. Khas. Kasimar. Their names jumped into his mind, and with them, some of their histories. This was their reunion, of sorts. SHI KWAIRAN As he thought, the room with the armchairs almost slipped away from him, and he sat at a dinner table with Elion, Helina, Larsah, and Adani. It had been their reunion too. But Kharsis already knew what had happened there, and so he fought to return to the room with the nine men. KIRIAS “We’re connected,” Kaddar said. “The nature of the connection is difficult to explain. After all, at first glance, one might think we are all terribly different.” He gestured at each of them in turn. “Thief-taker, fallen from grace.” KOSCHEI JERZY “Don’t say that word,” Karnad muttered. KARSTEN ARNKELL In the other world, the normal world, a little girl at the dinnertable asked, “Where’re you from, Uncle?” Kharsis could almost hear the implicit, who are you? contained in her question. SONDER KESSLIGH “Worldhopper and peddler. Sailor. Courier. King’s Wit and right hand. And, of course, a spy.” Kaddar said, favouring Asim with a knowing smile. Asim returned the gesture. “Intuitively, very different. But there is a tale of blind men: each of them touching a different part of an elephant. ‘The elephant is like a study pillar,’ claims the first man. ‘No, you are mistaken,’ cries the second. ‘The elephant is like a solid pipe.’ A third disagrees. ‘All of you are wrong,’ he claims. ‘The elephant is like a wall.’ A fourth declares the elephant to be like a hand-fan. And at last, a mighty king and a wise man, for the two are often separable, comes by and listens to the clamour. And at last, he says, ‘All of you are right.’” He looks at them: at each of them. “The blind men cannot understand this. The truth, the king claims, has many aspects. Just as each of the blind men has touched one part of the elephant and claimed to know the entire elephant from it.” KASSIEN ESTVARIL From his view at the top of the room, Kharsis’s mouth fell open in an O. He’d heard this before, or something like this. The details of last night’s dream returned to him: there, a strange man with a spear had asked him some riddle involving an elephant — Kaddar had asked him some riddle involving an elephant. KARNAN This was the elephant, the thing with many aspects. All of these men — Sonder, Kai, Kasir, Kaim, Asim, Kaddar, Karnad, Khas, Kasimar — they were part of this thing, this elephant that sought to know itself. KASTHER The room threatened to slip away from him again, but Kharsis held on, latching onto...someone. Asim. The professional one. KJARTAN “...you see, the first trap is to actually sign up for their games,” he said. TENTH OF THE DUSK / KAIKOA “Who is this ‘they’ you refer to?” Kasir wanted to know, leaning forward eagerly. VALENS Asim made a vague gesture. “Oh, you know. Those nefarious masterminds who ended up murdering each and every one of you. If you refuse to play their Games, they can’t win. They can’t kill you. You’ll go on living, exactly like you want to. You’ll be happy. That’s exactly what I do: why, the other day, I was delivering messages from the embassy in Arelon to the embassy in Duladel, when I stopped to spend the night at a trading post. Immediately, when I saw that flayed corpse in the snow, I said to myself, ‘Asim, old friend, you are a professional; this is clearly meant to hook you and drag you into one of Their Games, and you are not getting involved.’ So I ran,” he concluded. “And that’s how I stayed alive.” ASIM The words were familiar in his mouth. After all, wasn’t that how Kharsis himself had survived those early days? For years he’d repeated those words over and over to himself, to drown out the guilt of leaving Elion to fend for himself. Kharsis ran. That’s what he did. KAMSIL Not anymore, Kharsis reminded himself. You didn’t run from this Game or whatever it is Asim’s talking about. SHUOS KANSEUN “So,” Kaim said, dubiously, “You’re saying the way to survive is to refuse to play Their games.” KASIM Asim nodded, proudly. “Yes.” KHARSIS “Actually,” Kai said, “I really don’t see it, Asim. I mean,” Kai glanced at the room and forged on, idly stroking his ferret. “Would any of us even be alive, if it weren’t for the Game? The Game created us, Asim. Or at least we were created for it. We’ve all got some sort of purpose, I reckon. And if we ran away from the Game, would we even live? I mean, it’s better to live, for even a few days, than to never have lived at all, isn’t it?” “To have lived,” Sonder said. “And to have loved.” From above, Kharsis nodded his ghostly head. After the events of the past few days...he rather thought he agreed. “Yes,” Kaddar said, quietly. “I would choose life, over a thousand evils. But I think most of us would, wouldn’t we? Dying was never in my plan, and I was fortunate that I was able to live. But to choose to die, knowing what you are giving up, but to do it for a higher reason…” he shrugged, looking at Sonder. “I think that takes a decent amount of courage. Ivare enim euge.” That was all? That was it? They were...things, characters, created for the same Game? Kharsis had circled all the way around the elephant now, had felt the major parts of it — the trunk, the tail, the sides, the ears. And yet he felt like he was missing a major piece of it. He screwed his eyes shut in concentration and reached deeper. KASIMIR The elephant, the thing with many aspects, the thing that all of them were part of — it resisted him, leaping and bucking. But he grasped it firmly, until the world reformed out of masses of light blue. — I am the last sleep of kings, the shadow of ravens, A young man sat in front of a computer, typing furiously, racing against some unseen deadline. Kharsis didn’t know him, and yet...this man — his life, his quirks, his personality, his essence — was written into Kharsis’s bones. Mine is the bitter wound-thorn, the word-hoard. I am the giver of wise counsel, the broken tree; “Bloody Sympathisers,” the man groused. “Sod them and their last-minute hammers…” Fettered by word-chains of my own forging. My domain is the spear-storm. With bold strategem The man’s words made no sense to Kharsis, but he could feel their significance somehow. It had something to do with the Game, the Game that connected him and the other characters, the Game that was the reason they existed. I outwit those who sought to deceive me. I have cast my defiance before the Doomherald, It was 4:00 AM in the morning, and the man was still awake. He had other obligations, Kharsis knew. Textbooks to read, papers to write, students to teach. And yet he stayed awake, hammering away at the keyboard, for this. For the Game, and the battle of minds, and the people met, and the friendships forged. Bent knee only once to my slayer and king. I am the exultation of the spear-clash, “Have to finish this before rollover,” Kasimir muttered. “I will be so angry if the Symps kill off Kharsis. I want him to survive, damnit.” Unbroken, unyielding; I am the shining word That is my own unsullied name. Ten blades A chant rang in Kharsis’s ears, drowning out all other sound. Shattered against me and still I remain. My voice is the thunder of the ruined city, He had reached too far, he knew that now. I bear the songs of the departed and forgotten. The shield of those who yet draw breath. The world of the man writing on the computer faded to light blue, disappearing. In fire I have perished. I am the heart-binder, The knower of secrets, the king's wit. The room with the armchairs, too, faded. Name me wolf-riddler and foe-thorn; Master of herbs, and silvertongue. The vision slipped away from him. — Kharsis woke up to the sun shining into his eyes. He grumbled and blinked blearily, rubbing his aching back. Had he dreamt while asleep? Yes, he must have; he remembered something to do with people he might have met, once, but more the he reached for details the more he lost, like sand slipping through his fingers.

I've seen Maili around FB, and he seems to be doing well, even if he can't talk much. Nah, the universe just likes taking whatever option will let it troll the most Don't say that in front of your metaphysics teacher guys, it's not worth it

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I haven't been here in about a year. People forget things. It's happened before.

Not unless I'm listening to people argue for moral nihilism, no The great Wyrmimir, at your service. Known for walls of text, PM safety, lotsa RP, and occasional philosophising, among other things. I used to play these games a long, long time ago. I came back to see if anyone remembered me, which it seems they do.