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Any other discussion we want to have aside from the Reading/Illwei votes..?
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You’re not likely to kill your own, so I’m surprised I’m even still alive instead of relying on the village to keep the other alive if they wanted comms.
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Saving my life to stick it right back in the edge of survival, yeah.
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Illwei. I wanted this exe so long...
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Only two hours or so left for guaranteed advertising delivery! Make sure to get those ads in!
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Not another one. No, oh, Lord Ruler, no. Another innocent, another village, overrun by anger and by secrecy. Iste. The scholar had convinced Marll that he was right, that the duck poacher really was one of the killers. Marll hadn't really been in his right mind since he'd had to help kill Roko. Even the tin didn't satisfy him. It didn't remove the pain of a friend lost, of a community destroyed. Marll had gambled late last night on Iste's idea. And he'd lost. The dice had come up against him. He drank another, a fifth, sixth?, mug. He flared tin again. He knew burning this much tin was dangerous, especially with the amount of liquor in his system, but who cared? He was probably dead tonight anyways.
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Storming Fifth... Well, my congratulations to you unless we figure out our one option I assume we have still to beat you. Any ads submitted to Marll's agency should be submitted by 10 hours before rollover for confirmation that they will be included. Happy advertising!
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Uh no. I've been saying that all game...
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You're telling me?! Fifth PMd me and laid out some solid reasoning on Connie/Tani being an evil mistborn, and I don't know if it was because I had just woken up or what, but I got super paranoid of evil!Connie mistborn just devastating the village tonight. So I switched my vote and then had all my highest suspicions +Stink and Fifth switch too... So that's fun. Clearly Fifth is now at the top of the list but it's not even suspicion anymore Beautiful? I'm mortified that I fell for it. I'd call it despicable. I told everyone and have been for literal years that village Smokers have a purpose. EDIT: That said, Marll's Advertising Agency is still open tonight! And he's an equal opportunity advertiser, so Fifth and Devotary and the rest of you, he'll even advertise for you.
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Okay... Devotary. Condensation. Sorry, but I just don’t know that the mistborn really is village.
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Still not going to be around much tonight but in hopes of an actual exe, TJ. And I’ll go Devotary.
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Not a ton of time, but probably Stick, Burnt, Elandera
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I don't particularly prefer you over Devo, I'd be okay with that exe too. I'm ambivalent on which of you goes first, you just are more gung ho against me, so a bit of self-preservation, I guess.
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TJ, Devo, Araris? 3 people as per requested.
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Well I’ll start. Maill. Jk just figured I should be the first to vote on myself before you do. Maill. I’ll start on TJ.
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Double post, but it's been six hours. -- Marll burned tin. His senses burst alive, sharpening the world around him. Everything came into sharper contrast, points and curves, darks and lights, bitter and sweet. This was what people were made to be. The God Above, whatever they were, must've made them for this kind of feeling. Marll had burned more tin recently than he had in a long time. Ever since, well that wasn't important. What was important was the feeling of life coursing through his veins. WIth maybe just a tinge of whiskey. Just a tinge though, Marll still had a rush from the gamble he'd made earlier when he and Roko had been cornered. He'd won that toss, but at what cost? Roko had been a friend, a pal, and now he was a corpse. Oh Lord Ruler, what had this town turned to? Emotions engaged in mortal combat in Marll's heart: grief for his town, exultation at taking a risk and having it pay off. And tin. The rush of stimulus forced him to reckon with the world in its real state, not the one he tried to imagine in his stories. Tin. Tin kept him sane. There was too much loss in this world, and if Marll had to deal with it all on his own, he'd have succumbed so long ago. Tin kept him sharp and aware. He could keep going. He could. Just keep burning, keep the flame going. Tin, passion, risks. The flames that fanned his will to press on. Marll scrawled on the walls. -- Marll's Tineye Ad Agency is now OPEN! We are now renting space on the tavern walls, the price of thirty words being a measly personal message from the renter describing what they wish inscribed, with formatting already included. First three applicants receive a pint of ale at the Rusty Crow, the newest tavern in town! Send a letter quickly, deal expires in under eleven hours at the stroke of rollover! Yep, I'm a Tineye (again). The second one to be exact. MAW is spelled out in the capital letters of the second line of my second message if you want to verify me. Also, most everyone else here already knows so I figure the elims do too. Might as well have fun
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Yes, because it keeps me alive. It’s a bummer your trusts always end up just one or two less than mine. I don’t know how you and I having seven people vote the way we do literally means anything. I’m with Stink on how you’ve been posting a lot of facts that don’t really mean much on their own.
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And seven unique people aside from me who have had a final vote on the other player up for the exe. So clearly it’s a collective attempt both ways. The people who decide to trust me just win out.
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I mean, the fact that I haven’t been exed two days in a row means people must not suspect me as much as you do. So maybe this is a you thing not a me thing? Gears’ eulogy as promised: Gears was a wordsmith, an artimantic hemalurgic construct, and a friend. Though the day ended with us on either end of the other’s blade, the journey along the way was worth it. Acupuncture and bubbles will be remembered by this cobbler forever. Roko, rest in all the peace of the dead. And bring me back some unsealed metal minds with artistic ability when you inevitable break free of death. O7
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Perhaps, though it still looks like I'm getting the axe to the neck instead of you. You have also been quite memorable and I salute you no matter what happens.
