Coral Swan

Or someone wanted to be able to prove their role by doing a useless Riot, because there was no chance of Beagle or Penguin dying.

I would definitely prefer to vote out Scorp over Croc. And since Scorp is the other vote with me on Falcon, I don't feel too bad about retracting that vote.

For the reasoning you used to vote me to make sense, IMO, it basically requires the elim team to be me + 2 Scorp voters. Also, Scorp was honestly acting very suspicious and hasn't done anything that I've seen to allay that suspicion. All the Scorp votes seem pretty reasonable to me.

I was going to just ignore this, but the reasoning is so flawed that I'm going to respond. For starters, you are only suspicious of a single player that voted Scorp; Penguin. I'm not sure how a train with a single elim on it could take off fast enough for the elims to be worried about said train revealing themselves. But, suppose we are in that unlikely world. Then why in the Lord Ruler's name would the elims start a countertrain on a teammate (you have Falcon as suspicious)? Also, there are likely 2-3 elims. So that means that if you are right, the elims have seriously overcommitted themselves this cycle (not that a recent AN didn't have this situation). So basically this looks like reaching. Not going to change my vote but might want to vote out Vulture next cycle. My hesitance is because in a different game/different cycle, this could be a valid village train of thought. But I don't think it makes sense in C1 of a game with at most 3 elims (hopefully this statement isn't too contentious).

I'm switching from Albatross to Falcon. I think opening lots of group PMs is a way to look village without directly contributing to discussion.

Yeah, good point about the anonymity. I was mostly saying that there is some precedent for deliberately confusing behavior from a villager (though I don't really condone that). My personal take is that holding off on body hops for as long as possible would be ideal, or that at the very least a N1 hop would be inefficient. But this probably just comes down to a risk preference sort of thing.

Maybe Scorp is Striker trying that thing he tried in the last LG, of deliberately acting weird to see who jumps for it? Or it's an RP thing (hope this isn't the case, AN's are hard enough without deliberately referencing the wrong people)?

I've voting on Albatross.

This opinion sounds depressingly like one that I have heard expressed before. I'll have you know that my vote is very much real and not made up.

But what if I don't retract my vote? Hmm? Yeah, per the writeup there has been a containment breach with regards to the SynthKandra.

My RP character will be Atari for this game. Not too sure about the cyberpunk/heist setting, so that may be as far as I go with it.

Albatross. Time to seal the breach.

Double posting to bring Part Two. I figured that since the whole point of not double posting is to avoid wasting unnecessary thread space, asking someone to post just so that I can would be weird And editing it in just isn't the same, and I don't feel like waiting... oh well :P. (Please don't merge it, mods, if that's fine.) Edit: Drat, it's a new page anyway xD Su sat up, gasping. His eyes ripped open, though his vision must have been fuzzy- understandable, Su thought- because it looked as if Tyrian Falls was coated in a layer of mist. His entire body still throbbed with pain, a steady beat that seemed more universal rather than coming from the spot the spike had entered. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain, and it gradually faded. He opened his eyes once again, only to see the world in the same way, formed from mist. Su frowned. "Am I... dead?" he said, so distracted that he forgot to praise the Ja. "Yes." The voice came from behind, and Su leapt to his feet, surprised by his ability to do so. He came face to face with a short man, clothed in a robe. His black hair curled around his ears. Su had never seen this man before, yet from the second he first laid eyes on him Su knew exactly who he was. Su fell to his knees, unsure of what to say, if there was anything he could say, and if he should say it. Eventually he settled on a statement he thought would show his devoutness in a straightforward fashion. "Praise..." he started, but burst into tears before he could finish. Su bowed his head down to the misty ground and did his best to pull himself together. "The Ja!" He couldn't believe this was happening! Of all the ways he had imagined the afterlife to be, never had Su considered immediately coming face-to-face with the Ja himself! Praise the Ja! Su felt envigored, reenergized, and more alive than he had felt when he had actually been alive moments before. Praise the Ja! Su lifted his head up off the ground to meet his Maker's gaze, feeling unworthy and in awe. The Ja's head was tilted to the side, a look of contemplation on his face. Su mirrored the look. It wasn't quite the response he had been expecting, but he cursed himself for putting expectations on the Ja. Praise the Ja! The Ja knew better than he did! The Ja- "No." The Ja said. "I believe you are confused." Su's brain skipped a beat as it tried to process what his ears had just heard. "Excuse me, praise the Ja?" he said. The man looked apologetic as he spoke. "I get this kind of soul occasionally." he said, mostly to himself, then spoke directly to Su. "I'm sorry your understanding of how this would all work is not coming to pass. But I-" "Thou art the Ja, and thou art great!" Su interrupted, completely in denial. "I know of thy greatness, for thou have blessed me for my service!" "You're dead." The Ja pointed out, taken aback at Su's outburst. "There is no greater service, for I now can bask in thy presence!" Su proclaimed, his voice raising to a screech. The Ja tried to say something, but Su wasn't done. "Praise the Ja!" Su yelled. "For he has raised me from death itself! Praise the Ja! For even in death I rely on his light! Praise the-" The Ja stuck out his hand and closed Su's lips with his fingers, silencing him. "Shush." Su gasped. The Ja had touched him! Oh, praise the Ja! "This isn't the end." The Ja said. "Just an in-between. You'll fade soon enough." Su's eyes blazed. "And I shall treasure this meeting forever and ever, praise the Ja!" The Ja waved a hand, dismissive. "I told you- never mind." Su had to admit the Ja's mannerisms weren't what he was expecting, but that was alright. The Ja knew better than Su did, praise the Ja. Around him, the mist began to fade. Su felt a tugging sensation, about where the spike had impaled him, compelling him onward. To whatever was next. "Farewell, praise the Ja." he said, addressing the Ja one final time. "I shall use all I learned from this meeting to govern how I act in what comes next. Praise the Ja!" The Ja sighed, looking like he wanted to say don't bother, yet stayed silent. Light filled Su's vision and he smiled. This time, his carefully chosen final words came easily. "Praise the Ja!"

I never got a death writeup (no hard feelings Fifth, El ) so I belatedly decided to write one myself! Part One, of two. NIGHT FOUR: Landing softly on the ground, Su released his steel. He had learned in his years to be uncharacteristically quiet while walking the mists. The Ja would forgive him for not making his praises known, since Su was only using the Ja's gift to its fullest potential. He couldn't alert Tyrian Falls to his presence by praising the Ja- Praise the Ja!- with every silent step, especially not now. Beside him, Beagle emerged from the shadows. He had become aware of her abilities only within the past days, and tonight they would be more than the sum of their parts. A known Lurcher was the target, so double the firepower was needed. Kellehrt, their Tineye, had seen Falcon emerge from her home a few hours ago. She had breathlessly walked to the center of town square to sit, cross-legged, eyes closed. Evidently she knew they were coming for her. Instinctively Su burned Tin, listening for any Spiked that may be waiting in the shadows. He heard nothing. This had to be a trap, surely Falcon wasn't planning on just giving herself up. He glanced to the side, at Beagle. That was why she was here. Neither of them could take out Falcon alone, but together the Ja would triumph. Abruptly Beagle stopped, grabbing Su's cloak with her hand and pointing with the other. Falcon exactly how Kel had promised she would be, with one main difference. Her eyes were wide open, and staring at them. Su suddenly became conscious at how casually they had walked out of the alley. Was that how Mistborn were trained to act? The Ja would be disappointed. "In the name of the Ja, we commend you to die, Spiked." Su said, still uneasy at the apparent lack of resistance. He reached into his cloak to grab a handful of coins and saw Beagle do the same. "Kill me, then." Falcon calmly replied. "I have nothing to hide. My death will further our chances of ridding Tyrian Falls of the Spiked." "Stop your lies." Beagle commanded. She glanced at Su only for a moment, hardly taking her gaze off the Lurcher. "Let's do this." Together they flung out their coins and pushed. Falcon closed her eyes. Beagle yelled out as she burned her steel, though Su did not. Something still felt wrong about this. Falcon fell instantly, showing no signs of having burned any metal. Su rushed over, cursing. He patted Falcon's body down, pulling out some metal vials but otherwise finding nothing. "No spikes, by the Ja!" he said. "We had the wrong trail." Beagle said nothing, though she looked troubled. Her attention seemed fixated on something other than Falcon. Su popped open one of the vials and sniffed it. "Falcon was a Lurcher, praise the Ja." he said. "She wasn't lying about that, nor about not saving herself, praise the Ja!" It warmed Su's heart that Falcon had remained honest to the end. The Ja would treat her well, in the afterlife. "No, she wasn't." Beagle said, distractedly. Now the Coinshot was looking off into an alleyway on the opposite side of the courtyard. Why? Su suddenly began to burn Tin, realizing he had slipped away from it while using steel. Footsteps, approaching from the direction Beagle was looking. He took a step towards the alley, putting himself between whoever it was and Beagle. Better a full Mistborn blessed by the Ja's goodness face whatever was coming. Scimon Tlag, melon in hand, stepped into the courtyard. Su relaxed, taking another step towards the merchant. "Praise the Ja!" he said, happy to see another Jaist at this time. He thought about how he could explain the dead Lurcher behind him, but he knew Scimon would understand whatever Su said. It was probably best to keep his abilities on the lowdown, so he could say they had stumbled upon Falcon's body. It was an easy enough lie to make. "The Ja..." Scimon began, glancing down. He too looked troubled. "Is not who I serve." Scimon looked back up, past Su, at Beagle. He nodded, refusing to meet Su's eyes. "What?" Su said, confused. "But you've said-" A spike protruded from Su's chest, just above his navel, entering from the back. Su gasped as a sharpness of pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before spread throughout his entire body, thrumming from the spike. The spike. Oh. Su staggered to his knees, looking up one final time at Scimon. The man had his hand outstretched, having pulled the spike out of Beagle's waiting hands into Su. The motion seemed unnecessary even to Su's dying mind, though he knew Ruin had a flair for the dramatic. Nothing at all like the Ja. Scimon crouched down as Su fell to the ground even further, tears in his eyes. Was the merchant mocking him? "Praise Ruin." he said. "I... am sorry." He placed the melon on the ground, just in front of Su's eyes. Then Scimon Tlag stepped over the doubly betrayed body of Su, and reentered the shadows alongside Beagle. They thought Su dead, and while he was dying, he had one final mission to accomplish. Mustering all his remaining strength, Su spoke. He spit blood with each word, but got them out. "Praise... the... Ja!" Now, and only now, could he rest. Part Two incoming. Once I write it You may be asking yourself, how can there be a part two, Su died? To which I say, wait and see. Praise the Ja!

Don't worry, it's Not A Rickroll. Praise the Ja!

You sir have changed my life Praise the Ja!

That first one is absolute gold though xD Praise the Ja!

Maybe from the elim PoV Also Praise the Ja!

^This xD Yeah, I remember reading that in the elim doc somewhere. Furthering my point :P. Praise the Ja!

Not you, the Crocodile account as a whole and I did help exe AG7 Croc D1. They were elim though, so :P. And Swan was exed D1 last anon game so a repeat was fated from the beginning... Praise the Ja!

Just hopefully not dying D1 again, again Praise the Ja!

AG8 is more pages than AG7! :D. And it's still going. Just don't factor in doc pages and we have last year beat :P. Praise the Ja!

In retrospect I can tell this is overacting a bit and I definitely shouldn't have bought it so quick (granted the next messages in the PM are me commenting on the weirdness of the situation but I did ultimately dismiss Meerkat as evil until later.) This created a mildly hilarious/awkward series of PMs where I, considering kel as conf-Spiked, started faking being Spiked to troll but it just made him confused xD Praise the Ja!

Yeah that's fine, go for it Praise the Ja!

How much of the PM? You can if you want I guess but it didn't age well for me at all xD Praise the Ja!