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I'm gonna try this again, dyring, because I feel you are missing a key element of what I've been saying. Just because the events were written one after the other, does not mean they happened at the same time. The spiking could easily have happened hours before or after the attacking. If it's a scam, then it wouldn't need to be the actual Inquisitor attacking Cessie. Remember, the goal is not to actually kill her, but to make it seem like they were trying to kill her. The Wounded Gazelle Gambit is about gaining trust, and it seems to have worked on you completely and utterly. You seem utterly convinced now that there is no possible way Cessie could be lying. I don't mean to be rude, but I've said this multiple times now, yet you seem adamant about not getting it. Edit: Also, since it seems my idea of a bloodless solution is being completely discarded, I may as well retract my vote for no one and cast a new vote for the person who is not me in this showdown, Cessie.
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From the post in which the Snapping happened (emphasis mine): The presence of "either" indicates two people; I Snapped, and someone else got converted. @bartbug: I was actually holding off on saying, as I Snapped into... ah, heck with it, doesn't matter so much now. I'm a Lurcher. I didn't say it earlier because, if I remember correctly, Weiry was a Lurcher, and I thought saying that I was one now could be detrimental to my case. But yeah, I got iron.
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Shiv snorted, rolling his eye. "Wasing the have of all of the joy. Whatting is on more ending for the having? Always the having of knowing of bright on dark for the always..." Sticking his tongue out at Ridge, he pulls off his patch and glares at Peng, the gaping hole of his missing eye an empty void. "Wasing of blood the wishing of having the listen. Wasing the have the foolish of faithing to." He snorted again, then pounded back his whiskey, placing it on the bar and gesturing for another. "As having to wish of the keeping on the haps? As of the stronging of seeming make for the notting..." Yeah, Shiv (the character) is a little pissed at all of you right now. Shiv the player is much less so, although he is beginning to understand why some people get annoyed, to say the least, with games like this. I know for a fact that I am innocent, and if I could invite you all into the PM I got telling me I Snapped, I would. Basically, you're all playing into the Inquisitor's plan. My PM to Peng threw the unexpected wrench into things, but they are still gonna get away with a few more deaths because you won't call the bluff.
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Aspren: Page 33 of the Devil's Den collected topic. Day 3 (Fishing for Clues). I was the one out in the mists. I got my PM about Snapping at the same time Meta posted the topic.
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You are neglecting the purpose of the Wounded Gazelle Gambit; it's not to implicate one person, but to remove the implication on oneself. It's not Cessie happening to be a Thug, but claiming to be one. It's the only way for someone to survive an attack save Lurcher involvement. My guess would be that she, or the Inquisitor if she turns out to be a mere Spiked, used the fact that no one had stepped forward to their advantage. What they did not count on, perhaps, was that I decided to tell Peng I was the one who had Snapped, thus creating a conflict in their plan. Gamma: With how gung-ho people in this game get when there comes to a bandwagon, especially since more than half the players follow Peng's lead without much thought, and with my being late to my own defense (there were already seven votes against me by the time I saw it) I have to make as strong a case as I possibly can. When the agreement to share info with Peng was made, I didn't voice any input, because at the time, I was Regular Crew. When I Snapped, I wasn't fully trusting of Peng yet, and held back. Primarily because I felt we were putting too much power into the hands of one person, going only on their word that they were what they said they were. I still think that; I point out again how so many people fall right behind Peng whenever he makes a decision, regardless of sufficient evidence presented or not. And I just checked the rules; nowhere does it say that the Inquisitor cannot both convert and kill (or attempt to kill) in the same night.
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Shiv blinked. Had he two eyes, he was sure it might have had more of an effect. Come to think of it, when you were missing an eye, was it still blinking, or was it endless winking? Was there any difference between a blink and a wink? Was blinking just winking with both eyes? He lost himself in thought for several moments, considering the implications of this possibility. Blinking (winking?) again, he shook his head. What was going on again? Oh, right. People wanted to kill him. That was something that should take precedence. Honestly, though, after the fifth time someone tried to stick a knife in your gut, one kind of grew numb to the threat of potentially imminent death. "Wasing burning to the what?" he said, his eye widening. "Top of the what as how of crooked? Notting the proving to have, hasing to look of the tatters on the scope, whatting as the say on the shine top!" He shook his head, frowning and slipping off the table he'd been sitting on. He looked around the room again. "Notting just the finding of cuts and coins, notting the have of need to the doing." He lifted his head, looking again at the message that was on the wall. "Hasing specific to the what as to the back and back. Hasing the was of doing in the far, the whatting of watch as without wonder. Whatting the do of seeing the notting, but whatting the do of seeing the seeing? Hasing the has of making the not on the rest, giving the sliceback, wasing the has on the had?" "Wasing the why of the bring," he said, gesturing toward himself. He lifted his chin, looking again at the message left by the nasty. "Wasing the what of the bringing. Hasing the do of the needing as the right, more one the needing with the many. Hasing half the brighting, but hasing more see to the all." He paused for a moment, frowning before adding, "Notting the have so nasty of the dealing..." His hand shot out, and he pointed a finger at Cessie. "Wasing not the has of the right too," he said bluntly. "Wasing us to rows and rows the previous, wasing the know of sly on the what. Sliding the slides of the sludge to the south." Spinning, the finger pointed at Hero. "Notting the right have on the again. Hasing of the nearing, so the has of the right evens." Whipping his finger to the right... then slightly further to the right, off Dyring and onto Wilson (damned depth perception!) he continued. "Wasing to look on the enter. Having the grin on the edge of the new nasty not near for the nice. Hasing the not of the has on the last." His finger pointed at Dyring again, this time on purpose. "And of the was..." he said, narrowing his eye. "Wasing to giving right rot on the now? Hasing the have of scratch, wasing as the has of the ashing." I didn't really expect this to go on as long as it did... This was something I'd had in mind for Shiv as a character from the beginning. I liked the idea of crews sort of having "internal affairs officers" to police themselves and catch anyone who was screwing things up from the inside.
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Then, if I do die, consider this - if I'm killed, and it's revealed I was the Inquisitor or a Spiked, then Cessie is telling the truth. But if I'm killed, and I'm not Spiked nor am I an Inquisitor, then Cessie is lying, either for herself or on behalf of someone else... Or, you could Seek one of us and know for certain without any bloodshed. Edit: dyring, you are assuming those events all happened at the same time. I think Meta is either giving us a non-linear plot, or being deliberately vague about the timeframe in which events are happening during the course of a night. And, before anyone suggests that Cessie has to have been a Thug because Meta said so - if the Inquisitor is playing a Wounded Gazelle Gambit, then the moderator of the game isn't going to spill the secret. Edit 2: Aspren, what I meant was almost everyone just leapt right on board with "Kill Shiv!" I think one or two people said something about it, butI had thought that with every single choice made so far having been wrong, people would be more willing or more capable of taking analytical duties upon themselves. No insult meant, but as I said before, or, at least alluded to, the bandwagon approach has netted us a grand total of ZERO successes. We're clearly not doing something right. I don't expect people to just jump in and defend me, but there should be more discussion.
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That is exactly how the con works. They couldn't have done it, because someone else had to have done it. An accomplice, perhaps. And clearly, the Inquisitor doesn't have people working for them. Oh, wait...
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Okay, since I can't sleep, let's see how much I can get out before the pills kick in. To cover this first - I kept from telling Peng that I had snapped because I wasn't yet certain he could be trusted. Most everyone else went along with his declaration of being the Mistborn early, but I thought there was too much potential for it to be a scam. There are two ways to alleviate suspicion from yourself; one such is to come out early as the hero, the one that everyone can trust, and get everyone onto your side. Since I was just regular crew at the time, I didn't have anything to hide, and nothing much to worry about other than being killed in the night or being spiked. When I snapped, and suddenly could have an impact on the events of the game other than with a vote, I decided the safest thing was to hold my tongue until I was sure Peng could be trusted. After some careful analysis, I decided he could be, and told him my role. There is another way to alleviate suspicion from yourself, and I would have thought there would be someone here would be well-versed in tropes to recognize this. Make yourself a victim. It's shown up countless times in movies and books, where the villain themselves sets up their own attack, barely manages to survive, and then continues their dastardly plot while no one even considers them. This happens so often, there's an entire page on TV Tropes about it. This takes all suspicion off of them, and leaves them free to operate, at least for a little while, with no one the wiser. This has been playing in my mind ever since I read the description about a Thug's abilities in this game; it'd be ridiculously simple to fake an attack and claim to have been a Thug. Taking the above, let's reconsider the power given up by the Inquisitor this turn. Uber-Copper, which makes them seem as though they were just a normal villager/crew. Consider as well that, as of this point, several people have been Seeked; I don't know who has come up clean, but in the light of such a revelation, is there not the chance that someone deemed clean may, in fact, not be? Am I claiming that Cessie is faking this in order to remove suspicion from herself? Not entirely. What I am saying is that jumping to me on what is really some flimsy evidence, without even asking for more or trying to get discussion going (and considering how many people we've killed through sheer bandwagon, I'd think we'd be open to the idea of debate and making dead certain) is the wrong way to go about it. I'm beginning to regret having told Peng that I'd Snapped, seeing how he leapt right into "Let there be blood!" Also, I'm still rather peeved from being outed. Not cool, especially since I'm completely innocent. Not even a message asking me to defend myself on this first... But I digress; what I propose is this - we kill no one. Instead, if we have anyone capable of Seeking, that they Seek either Cessie or myself. One of us will show up as a Misting, especially since the Inquisitor does not have Uber-Copper anymore. If I am Seeked, and I show up as a bad guy, then by all means kill me. If Cessie is Seeked, and it does not reveal her as a Thug, then clearly someone is lying. Either way, someone is found innocent, and someone is found guilty.
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Woah, woah, woah... I leave the internet for a day and I come back to find people wanting to kill me? And Peng, I would have liked, you know, to be asked before being outed... I have to get some sleep, and I have a job interview tomorrow and won't be home until sometime around 4 (CST), so I don't know if I'll have time to properly defend myself. So for the moment, I'm going to say killing me would be a VERY BAD idea, and that I'm putting in for an extension right now.
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Just want to say, that Uber-Tin, as described, is not possible. You cannot look into another member's private messages without admin-level access (and possibly mod-level access, but I'm less certain on that) unless you have been added to the conversation. While we made Meta a moderator for this subforum, I do not think he has that ability.
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Snorting, Shiv rolls his eye as he idly balances a knife on the tip of his finger. Flipping it up into the air, he snatches it by the hilt, bringing it to the patch. Slipping the tip beneath, he flips it upward, revealing the empty hole and jagged scar running through it. "Wanting the knowing for having the not?" he asked, smirking, although the expression held no trace of humor. "Wasing to friend with trusting and trading. Wasing give half to the brighting, hasing took half to the breathing." The knife flew through the air, pinning the cloth the bartender was using to try and clean the killer's latest message off the wall. "Sliding the sound to the sharp?" Shiv asked, sweeping his eye across the room. "Always the notting of suspecting of this. Giving right to the turning to the taking from left. Notting the hasing of right without road to the ride, wasing the toll of want." He looked down into his drink for a moment, then pushed it aside. Lifting his eye, he scanned it across the room again until he saw the supposed-Mistborn - he really had to learn these people's names at some point - and locked on him. "Wasing the want of direct? Always the walking with working the well?" He snorted, shaking his head. "Hasing the second, wanting the give of the why."
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Shiv cocked the eyebrow above his patch, then gestured his head toward Eddy. "Hasing the has of the doubting, notting as claim the nodding. Hasing the has of the claiming as giving to why?"
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Will you skip ahead in Words of Radiance?
Shivertongue replied to eveorjoy's topic in Stormlight Archive
Pfft. Noobs read excerpts. All of the awesome people wait until they have the entire book in hand. -
There were occasions in which Shiv liked to think of himself as a surgeon, of sorts. The jobs were quite similar, if you really thought about it and were willing to be a little creative. Analyze the patient for irregularities, keep them unaware and unfeeling of the process, take a sharp knife, cut in, and remove what needs removing. It just so happened that instead of organs, Shiv was removing purses. Slipping the blade through the strings, he caught it deftly as it fell, slipping away without a sound. The entire process had taken a handful of seconds - lets see a surgeon top that, ha! His crooked grin stretched across his face for a brief moment, the coin purse slipping into one of the hidden pockets within his new shirt. He always felt a bit better after a good run; it organized his thoughts, helped him see the bigger picture. Whatever that picture was. Shiv still wasn't sure what was going on. They'd been poisoned. There was something they needed to do in order to not be poisoned anymore. There was apparently a nasty hidden in their ranks, and they had to find out who it was before the bad got worse. This involved, apparently, deciding who among them was most suspicious, and thus, should die. No doubt about it, Urteau was weird. Returning to the bar, he stepped up and tossed one of the purses to the bartender. "Having was to the was darking of the 'fore," he said, taking a seat. "Having the sadding for the riot right." Shiv smirked, running a finger along the edge of his eyepatch. He'd had experience with nasty before. "Wasing to needing as the fix, on the giving and grateful." He grinned, then frowned slightly. "Notting to not knowing the nasty?"
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Overslept again... gorram it. >__<
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I should saw, Shiv's Law works best if you have a fairly widespread magic. If it's something you have to learn, or that is held by a small cabal of people, then it's not as necessary for it to have other uses in society. I personally prefer more widespread magic, magic that anyone COULD use, but not everyone DOES.
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Will you skip ahead in Words of Radiance?
Shivertongue replied to eveorjoy's topic in Stormlight Archive
I haven't read the excerpts. -
Wait, we have two lurchers? I forgot how many of each Misting there are in the game, or is there not a set number?
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First question is "What do you want the magic to do?" I don't mean like "I want them to be able to throw fireballs and teleport" - I mean, what do you want it to do for them. Is it a physical magic? Is it a combative magic? Mental magic? Do you want them to be able to boost their strength so they can throw a stronger punch, or do you want them to be able to boost their strength because they work in construction and need to lift a steel girder? Second, "Why do you want the magic to do this? What purpose is this magic serving in the plot or to the characters?" These are the two questions I ask myself whenever I start working on a system. And, for me personally, the magic has to follow "Shiv's Law," which basically states "Magic should have multiple purposes within a society." Magic that is just for fighting is boring to me. It should have multiple uses, one of which can be combat. There are, of course, exceptions to this depending on the story.
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I loved Frozen - and definitely agree with the initial thoughts about the snowman. Honestly, despite the analyzation after the fact, I still feel he wa sone of the weakest parts of the movie. My other issue was the trolls; I was cringing during their entire song, and honestly felt that we could have done without it. Comparisons to Tangled, I love both movies, but I think I love Tangled just a little bit more. The scene on the boat, where she sees the lanterns and the song is singing in the background moves me to tears every time i see it, and I am not someone moved to tears often. Frozen had some moments that brought me close to it, but nothing that affected me on a deep level like that scene in Tangled. Also, I freaking hate the snowman. My ideal ending would be for him to have melted while everyone else stood around him in a circle and laughed.
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I'm always logged in, and have one tab open to this thread. Your warning is based upon faulty information. Wow... this is what I miss by oversleeping. Sorry I couldn't get a vote in on time, things have been busy and I overslept today and there's a third excuse I'm sure. Just finished reading through everything, though, so I'm up to speed now. Shiv awoke with no shirt, no boots, with a strange pattern draw in his chest in wet ash, which had dried and hardened over the course of the night. He stretched, nearly falling over. Steadying himself, he discovered he'd ended the night of drinking and whatever-the-hell-else happened by falling asleep in the rafters of the bar. He rubbed his neck, then winced as a pain shot through his lower back; rafters were hell on the lumbar. "Always the having..." he muttered, shaking his head as he tried to decipher the incomprehensible design upon his skin. "Wasing as always to the right of the rot on the waking. Notting to the learn for?" Giving his neck a crack, Shiv slipped down off the rafter, landing on the bar. Grabbing a glass of water, he chugged it down, sitting cross-legged on the bar. "Hasing the finding of soles nor stitches as the losting?" he asked, "Wasing the clear-" He cut himself off as he got a good look around the bar, his eye growing slightly wider. "Whatting the has? Wasing all the bleak on the have - hasing the has of wonder well wide of the what...?"
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Oh, good, an extension. I've been away for a day or so, and need time to read up and formulate a response/vote.
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@all: Thanks guys. It's a lot of work to get it there, and I'm happy to see people are enjoying it. (I admit to taking a tiny bit of liberty with the translations purely for the sake of humor.) @Alvron: When I have played games of this sort in the past, at least on forums, it's always been a lot more fun for me to roleplay the character and interact with the other characters. It can add a lot of poingancy to the experience, especially when a character your character struck up a close friendship with ends up dying, or being the killer, or whatever. It's the benefit a forum version of this game can provide, that one can't get playing it for fifteen minutes at a dull party. That's not to say that people have to RP, of course, or should be required to. If you're not comfortable or confident in your writing, or just can't think of the right things to say, or if you just don't have that kind of time, no worries. But I definitely encourage it.
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To his great delight, Shiv found himself being answered, and in Eastern - poor Eastern, admittedly, clearly not learned on the streets, as was proper. But still, it felt good to hear it from lips other than his own. And by not just one, but two people - one of whom seemed to be offering him a drink, the other asking him for one. An easy solution. With a wide grin, he took the offered drink, and placed in the hands of the young girl who'd requested. "Always as having of the give," he said, winking his remaining eye at the girl, who was giving the whiskey an odd look. "Classing to common clatter to clang. Borning to high the never to liking." Lifting three fingers to the bartender, three more drinks were soon set out before him. Pushing one into the hands of the man, and one into the hands of the girl, he lifted his own between the two. "Notting the name of knowing," he said, glancing to either one. "But notting the need as notting the want. Reading ready was the revel right!" He paused, looking up over the rim, his eye settling on the girl, then shifting to the guy. "Warning the have - having as hard on the high. Wasing the have of brightness using to calling the mind." Lifting his class high, he grinned again, declaring, "Having to always wasing the new! Having as notting to rue! Wasing the was of end, as what end loving the find!" Pouring the drink down, he slammed the empty glass on the bar as the harsh liquor ran down his throat, sending a delightful shudder down his spine. That stuff could purify metals. "Have to the finding right rot."