Mailliw73

Oh Lum, this is a totally different style of game than the last. If you want to be afraid of me in these games, I’d recommend you read some of my past games. I’m not as skilled then, for sure, but my gambits are...let’s say, unpopular.

Nice, I like those a lot. You're right, with inactives, I think it was balanced well. I was speaking as if all 19 had been active, I’m not sure we would’ve had much of a chance just number wise. I learned that you have very valuable analysis and I need to remember that. I purposely kept downplaying you through the game for that reason. I was worried a few times about you, and almost let you survive just to give you the honor of it, but we ended up deciding not to risk it.

Sorry for the double post but no one’s posting. @Araris Valerian I just remembered, what we’re the secrets in your messages?

Good reminder, I had completely forgotten that was there. Thanks! I’m a bit disappointed, no PMs yet and it’s been a few hours already.

Hey... that’s my thing.

Look at Rae, trying to pretend like she’s not signing up

These are the fastest signups I’ve seen in a long time! This’ll be great! edit: by my count there’s 4 secret signups by now. 19 on the OP, 15 I count(not counting Lum and Karn since Seonid hasn’t edited his post since then).

Maw is coming out of Shardic retirement in disguise to collect more Shards. Count him in!

Alright, time for some of my thoughts. First off, I’m very disappointed in the activity levels of the game. This was really fun and it picked up here and there, but with a slew of people who were only names on the player list, it totally affected the game. I feel that we did a good job as traitors, but that we definitely owe a portion of our win to the fact that there were so many inactive villagers, which should never be a contributing factor to a win. Straw put in the time to balance a game with the people who signed up and when that changes significantly a day into the game, it throws off everything he’s balanced. I’d rather have been struggling to survive and even die because people were actively analyzing me than survive because five people didn’t check in. I don’t know how much of the inactivity was due to strategy or trying to lay low as a tactic, but I’m definitely opposed to that. The SE Sparta initiative was started a while back with the ideal of promoting a culture in the games where we all play to have fun, not to survive. I’d like to re-encourage that mentality; when we sign up, we play and have fun, even if that means death. The dead doc is always a fun place as well! A second meta game thing that I noticed, but wasn’t a problem yet, is that some players get really focused on winning and ignore the fun aspect of the game. These are always about having fun and winning, while part of that, is not all of it. I think this game went well this way, but it was a focus I noticed near the beginning of the game. I loved the simplicity to the rule set and the flexibility that allowed both teams in their gambits and tactics. For myself, my two favorite gambits were making up a Seeker and voting on myself to swing votes away. Snipe’s ploy to pretend to be a Soother rather than a Rioter was a good initial play and it took me a couple cycles before I suspected it. The 3 beads of atium was a bit low, I felt, but with the amount of inactives, I think it balanced out number-wise. If we’d had a full game, one more bead would’ve been a bit more balanced, in my opinion, but it all worked out well. The opportunity to use it to survive or to convert was an interesting one as well. Overall, I had an absolute blast playing this game and was very impressed by all who participated! I thought for sure a few times that we’d be caught and the game would end early on.

Thanks, Lum!! That means a lot.

I love the painted Spook and these are all so good!!!

Allomancer Jak? @AonEne

Sorry for the double post, here’s the RP. With Palessi’s death, Teraval knew what came next. The fear and hurt in her eyes pierced Matarn. She’d been so innocent, so trusting. But she’d have to go. The Final Empire didn’t breed mercy, it brought justice. She was part of this false organization and she’d have to be removed. “Do it. Finish me,” she whispered in the dark. Matarn nodded to Lord Bessum and the Obligator drew a knife. Teraval‘s tin would only enhance the pain now; there was no escape for her. In the dusk, in the now-lonely entrance to the Canton of Inquisition, Teraval died with Tend Bessum’s knife buried in her chest. “Prelan, we’ve done it! The Ministry is ours,” Lord Bessum exclaimed. Matarn gave him a wan smile. “Yes, but command of the Ministry was never my goal. I could’ve gained that without all this deception and murder. I was on track to become a High Prelan in a year or two, maybe even the Lord Prelan one day. No, this was about decimation, destroying the lie that infests this nation. We are taught that the Lord Ruler is God. We’re told he saved us, that he holds all power. Lies. He is not God.” Matarn turned to the setting sun outside and walked through the door, Lord Bessum trailing him. At the top of the steps, he ceased his motion and bowed his head. He whispered out a prayer, “Oh God, how dirty I’ve become. But my robes are stained with less crimson than yours. You filthy deity.” He grimaced and whipped out a knife of his own. He spun and yanked Tend Bessum’s neck forward, slashing it with his knife. The Obligator slumped to the ground, life leaking out. “You were a monster. But even with the death you caused, you still don’t compare to the blood on the hands of this church. That is why you must die: this Ministry must be abolished.” Matarn walked down the stairs, removing his cloak, hanging it on a statue of the Lord Ruler himself. In Lord Bessum’s blood, he traced letters on its back. Lies, he spelled. He piled the atium Guacless had collected, along with the other valuables they’d gathered from the Canton’s treasury. Under the pink light of a fading sun, Prelan Matarn Wachtrot looped rope around the statue and the other around his neck. Cloakless, shirtless, his tattoos shone off his shaved head in the dim light as he swung in slow circles under the God he had once worshipped. It was over, Luthadel’s Steel Ministry was no more.

I believe Devotary was originally going to be our next convert. They were at least one of the discussed ones. Though, once they died, we didn’t really need another smoker Granted, most of the abilities that would’ve been useful were inactive.

Oh, my bad. I’ve been referencing that wrong all game then.

I loved when I found out that it was originally your idea

Fifth:Maill must know you too well to leave you alive to lynch him. Alv: He does. Yes, yes I do. And that’s exactly why we did it. :p “I think a lot of people are going to have a rude awakening. Maill is back and in rare form.” thanks, Alv means a lot. It was fun to be an eliminator again. That’s exactly why we chose to have “seeked” you N5, we had to pick someone we knew the role of and you were one of the few that we were positive of that hadn’t been revealed publicly. Bron and Feir was my favorite gambit of the game. I loved Gamma’s faking of a second lurcher in LG2 and wanted to try a similar move. Endgame, it was super tricky. If someone had caught the fact that there were no lurchers but Stink, we would’ve been done. We also were forced to have Karn claim seeker though I wanted Bron to be his own player at first.

That’s fine. Could you remove the spoilers then?

Well, the TH and HT situations are a 50/50 each. You bloodthirsty monster. I will for sure! It might take a bit of time. I’ll also have to confer with Karn about something. @Straw could we get permission to edit the spec doc or for the spoilers to be removed?

It would’ve been 50/50 not 75/25. I personally really didn’t want that, not because I didn’t want to lose, but because after killing 15 villagers, it didn’t seem fair. Just to mess with the dead and Lum. To see what trust I could gain in the last hour or two.

I figured you had. Our PM left that conversation quickly. We just would’ve moved up the timeline if you had asked anything.

Thanks, Lum. I love public reveals. Thanks to Straw for running this game, Itiah for converting me(though I wasn’t happy when it first happened), Karn for making the kills, and the village for playing with us. You all did fantastic! I loved having to lie on my feet and figure out how to avoid lynches! I’ll share my final RP and thoughts on the game later.

Prelan Matarn Wachtrot had always been loyal to the Lord Ruler. Always. He’d been raised in a devout home, as pious as could be in the Final Empire. Prelan Wachtrot lived to serve the Lord Ruler. He was an Obligator others called extreme in his exactness. Never a broken rule, never a falter of faith. Prelan Wachtrot believed in the Lord Ruler. Many feared him, respected him, cursed him, ignored him, but Matarn worshipped him. Their God had saved humanity. He’d brought them the advances in culture in this city. Cruel he might be, the Lord Ruler was a just judge and Prelan Wachtrot saw the innate right in him. He was the essence of truth, of power. Prelan Wachtrot begun this inquisition into the traitor with a fire. He’d find the defector and he’d hang him. Loyalty to their God could not be mocked, trampled on, by one of His own priests. This traitor was walking, breathing, blasphemy. Prelan Wachtrot had rallied the Cantons, issuing proclamation and missive alike to gather the best minds to ferret out this turncoat. Argument after argument had happened that day and for nothing. Frustrated and tired, he went home, no progress in the search made. Salema had died that night. His daughter, sole progeny, had died. No murder in the night, no poison in the food, just disease. The ash-cursed air she breathed killed her! He had watched his daughter die day by day. His devotion died that night too ~~~~ Hollow, cold, he returned to the Canton early in the morning. The strange Obligator, Guacless, was waiting for him in his office. He’d explained his plan, offered the atium. And Matarn had accepted. What was God if his daughter was dead? There was no power in prayer. There was no blessing in belief. Death came and death took and the Lord Ruler wasn’t Matarn’s God anymore. His priesthood of farces and hypocrites was a sham. Matarn had felt the passion before, but rarely had many others in the Cantons and now they’d pay for their hypocrisy. The anger, the passion of rebellion sparked him, drove him, after Salema’s death. Murder, blood, it all hurt him every time he planned a kill. But the hurt reminded him of her life. So hurt he did. To all appearances, he kept up the religious propaganda, the hunt for this traitor, but inside, he was dead. There was no Prelan left inside Matarn Wachtrot anymore. The Lord Ruler was not God, but he had power beyond Matarn’s copper gifts and there was no way he’d be able to kill the Lord Hypocrite himself. But he knew the Steel Ministry inside and out. This facade of a religion would burn and he would bring it to the dust. Matarn wanted to finish this. Weeks this had dragged on, dodging suspicions, spreading lies among those who had been his brethren. Now it was just Teraval and Palessi. Then the Ministry would be his and Lord Bessum’s. The other traitor had a penchant for blood and Matarn knew how to direct it. This day would be the last. They’d convinced Teraval to help them investigate Palessi and once he was dead, it’d be over. They’d kill Teraval and the Steel Ministry of Luthadel would be no more.

Never mind. I’m going back and forth and confusing myself. But CadCom still is my best guess for an evil, so I’m going to go back to it. Karn.

Shoot. CadCom, I know that was the same thing I did, but now I’m worried and am going to switch my vote just because I’m getting paranoid. Karn.