The Young Pyromancer

Which is why we should keep track of who is on Taladain Thank you Magestar. So survival CAN win with all the sides, just not with any of the sudden death wincons

Because we need to get survival back into containment.

So, wait. A intent-overwhelmed survival will not be able to work with the village OR the sudden-death win cons of the other two factions? Man, Survival will have to play this game VERY carefully.

It's a a shame I didn't get Survival, as I am Kelsier, the Survivor.

True, but all of the people that watched for others would be slightly suspicious. READS: Slight elim read on mage, for wanting to reveal survival. If he was an elim, he might want to know who survival is so he could get there shard for his win con. Slight village read on drought, for inverse of above.

Yeah, but on later turns, some of us might have moved.

Hoid and Khriss can apparently only target people on the same world as them, so they might move off Silverlight to Taladian. Do you guys wish to start a planetary role-call?

@Hemalurgic Headshot The cloaked figure hopped down to the clothing stall. He had heard that the Shard of Survival had been released. It was unfortunate that he didn’t receive it, being the Survivor and all. All he needed was a strip of cloth, to hide his eyes. That one spike was distinctive.

What! I wouldn't take ODIUM. I'm too new to pull that off. Unless I'm Alv... I would take some other ones though. Remember, as well, that Survival will work with the village. The other two faction's goals run directly counter to Survival's intent theorized intent of staying alive, and holding a Shard is the best way of doing that. Of course, Survival could have gone to Hoid or Khriss, in which case they aren't village. Dang.

Hope to hit Survival and work together? Hope to hit Khriss and work together?

I know. After that. Imagine Hoid just PMs someone 1st turn and reveals themself to the village...

Okay. Also, will someone PM me? Because I might need further help. Also, Alvron followed me, so more proof I am him.

I think there will be more total possible elims than normal, because of the fact that the elims are competing against each other. Another question is should we ask survival to reveal themselves?

ONLY THREE HOURS LEFT! Young Bard, I see you! I am bored. I must leave soon. Got any final non-alignment indicative thoughts? EDIT @Young Bard

NOOOO. Don't leave!

I know it won't do anything. I am actually rereading LG29 currently. Thank you for looking that up.

You know what? I am bored. Seonid.

IDK. Because. Also, I think I know Ruins goal: Blow up all the worlds.

I really want to break the record for longest signup thread.

Also, I'm assuming there is a lynch, but it doesn't say so in the rules. Does anyone know what the record for the longest signup thread is?

Oh, I didn't see that. By the way, have we broken the record for longest sign-up thread yet?

Also, am I correct in seeing there is no faction kill? That will make the game MUCH more interesting.

I hope I get Hoid or a Shard that fits with my personality. By the way, what world do you guys think is best? I would say Silverlight, but they don't get a doc.

Umm... @Seonid, I have a character name... I am Kelsier.

Patrick Rothfuss parody RP: (I am roleplaying as Kelsier) It was night again. Silverlight lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a Shard it would have coursed through the streets, set the great Investiture collectors creaking, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing Cognitive Shadows. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of people inside one of the laboratories, they would have filled the silence with conversation and laughter, the clatter and clamor one expects from a research facility late at night. If there had been music . . . but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained. Inside the Shard-Facility™ a pair of men huddled at one corner of the viewing-chamber. They studied with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussion of troubling news. In doing this they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint. The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the roof tiles underfoot and in the rough, splintering barrels behind the building. It was in the weight of the black stone chimney that held the heat of a long dead fire. It was in the slow back and forth of a white linen cloth across the shape of a metalmind. And it was in the nimble hands of the man who stood there, polishing a stretch of chromium that already gleamed in the moonlight. The man had scarred arms, scarred as a well-ploughed field. His one un-spiked eye was dark and distant, and he moved with the subtle certainty that comes from knowing many things. The laboratory was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who refused to die.