Mailliw73
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Why, no, they didn't. They like their secrets. Pretty sure half of it is just throwing me out front as the fall guy in case they're wrong. So, I'll assume you have Air II for now. Who did you spy on? You should've gotten a good lead from it. If you didn't use Air II, then Air III would've worked just as well. Who'd you scan?
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You didn't use your Fire I last turn. So you have something else more useful? Either Air II/III or Fire II/III
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So you're admitting Fire II?
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When the middle man told me. Here's a rundown of the conversation: MM: Did you say sorry to Deathclutch? I guess it'll make some people mad and end with a death. Either you or joe. Mail: What did I supposedly say? MM: I guess they're messing with your head. Mail: Asks if Joe or DC is messing with me. MM: I'm not sure. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Some sort of conspiracy against you. Mail: I'm done with this secondhand info. Tell joe to contact me himself. So that conspiracy. Well, Elodin would beg to differ. Still not sure why you completely trusted him and then let him die.
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Since the Shards in question are guaranteed good, no.
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Okay, then that must've just been a mistake in translation. Well, I beg to differ. Maybe not this cycle anymore, but next cycle, I expect a PM to explain this conspiracy you have against me.
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Wrong. That was either a mistake on the middle man's part or you're changing it. I said that my Air III contact told me that you have Air abilities. But, yes I did ask you to contact me. Contact me.
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How do you know that, Nyali? Since both of those people are Shards...
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I don't want you to contact me with Air III. That's impossible, only Air I and Water I can contact. Air III would only tell you what I have. Which is fine, but it won't contact me. The PM I'm in with DC is obviously between the two of us as it starts with him calling me homie. I don't know what apology story you're talking about.
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Araris. Joe. You know why.
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Day 10: Another One Bites the Dust Alv stalked down the streets of the warcamp with his halberd in hand and bloodlust in his heart. One eye green, the other gray, he walked the line of both slave and noble, able to go where no one else could. This was the night. Tonight, he and Kenara would finish the nobles. Alv would restart the Alethi society, rearranging the world. Arisia was the final obstacle. Once she was removed, the rest of the nobles would fall apart. Kenara hadn’t come to the meeting tonight, so Alv was on his own. “Brightness” Arisia, bah. The lighteyes had no idea what bright even meant. When you saw both sides of the world, the dark and the light, that’s when you saw the world in its full color and in its full shading. Shadows were dark and full, but colors were pure and rich. Boots pounding along, Alv marched to Arisia’s abode. He chopped the door into pieces and slammed his way through. His voice, quieter than expected, yet resounding, echoed through the house. “Arisia,” he rumbled. “Come out. You know it’s over.” A glow appeared in the periphery of his vision. Pure instinct guided his roll. A Shardblade cut through the place he had been standing moments before. Launching up from his knees, Alv propelled himself at Arisia, swinging his halberd in a broad stroke. She crouched just the slightest and his halberd stuck in the wood above her head. Growling, he ripped his ax from the wood, but only managed to swivel his hips partly out of the way of the Blade. Arisia’s weapon slid through his pants, barely stabbing through the side of his hip. He felt nothing. The nerves there died instantly. Jamming the haft of his halberd backwards, he slammed it into Arisia’s gut. She staggered, gasping for air. “The shadows have come. Don’t fight.” He knocked her over onto the ground and stepped on her hand, knocking the Shardblade out. It dissolved into mist. Leaning over Arisia, Alv’s bicolored eyes shimmered. “This is the end, Arisia. You have proven yourself a worthy enemy, but your time is past.” He lifted his halberd up, above her head, and swung down. A Shardblade appeared in his neck as Arisia’s heartbeats hit ten. The halberd dropped from its downswing inches above her head to clatter to the ground as Alv’s body collapsed on top of her. Arisia shoved the large body off her, onto the dusty ground. One more down. Alv was killed by a Shardblade! He was a Ghostblood with a Painrial and Soulcaster.
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Turn is over!
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So, like I said, I haven't paid much attention to this yet, but now I'm back home, so I'll be paying much more now. Based off what I've seen, I'd like Araris to tell us what he did with his kill.
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The turn has two and a half hours left!
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"Working with" is a loose term.
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Did anyone roleblock anyone?
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Whichever has 61 minutes in an hour.
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I've been busy these past couple days and so I haven't paid a ton of attention to this. I'll be busy for the rest of the day, so don't expect much from me. The next half of the cycle and from then on I should be much more active.
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Well, Puppetmaster took DC's survival away, I'd guess. Sorry, Sheep, Scapegoat and Stick? That's rough.
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I'm also pretty sure he's a Villager.
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I was a Tier II Metalcrafter. Then the game actually started and I got Tier I Water. I'll be contact, fiery people. Metal, you'll be next cycle.
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Night 9: Third Time's Not the Charm Kayden awoke to voices. "Oy, what's this drunkard doing, sleeping on my stuff?” “He’s not on your stuff, Pa, just next to it,” piped a younger voice. “Shut’p, boy.” A yelp. Kayden opened his eyes and forced himself upright, trying to ignore the fact that he’d only gotten perhaps two hours of sleep. In storming Shardplate, no less. Not exactly a comfortable bed. When he finally managed to get his eyes and his visor in the same place, he saw that a burly man and a scruffy orphan-type boy were both staring at him. “What?” “What the storms is a Shardbearer doing sleeping in an alleyway?” the man demanded. Kayden straightened himself up to his full height- or tried to. He winced. The back plate had definitely broken at some point. The bow had weakened it and the dagger shattered it, probably. Only a couple more hits and his plate would be shattered beyond use. “Wasn’t there some sort of runaway or something last night? They put up a couple wanted posters already.” the boy asked innocently. “Maybe it’s him!” Kayden didn’t wait any further. He turned and ran as best as he could. “Oy!” the man shouted, running after him. “There was a bounty on that poster as much as a whole month of hard work!” With no other option, Kayden was forced to lose himself in the alleyways again. After a while, not hearing the man’s footsteps (or his cursing), he drew to a halt. When he turned around to look for pursuit, the man was nowhere in sight, but the boy was right behind him. “Hey, mister,” he said. “I’m Paca.” “Hello, Paca,” Kayden said warily. “I’ve always thought it would be cool to be a runaway.” He grinned. “Can I join you?” “No!” Kayden yelped. “Why the storms would you do such a thing like that? I’m not going to let you tag along and get killed.” His smile was missing a few teeth, but it was bright and innocent. “Well, if you don’t let me go, I’ll just go and get some soldiers and bring them back here. I know these parts, see. You don’t. You’ll just get more lost.” Kayden shivered, remembering the last time he’d been lost in the alleyways. Had it only been last night? “And I suppose you’d be perfectly happy to show me the way out if I let you come along, hmm?” Paca nodded eagerly. And... Kayden did need the help, if he wanted to survive the night. He frowned. “Long as you run at the first sign of trouble... fine. You can come.” “Yippee!” Kynedath was lynched, but did not die. Remember that this night will last for 48 hours longer than normal.
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I think that's Hael, based off you stabbing him at the end. Wow, Hellscythe, you'd kill me before the game began? Harsh.
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I was just kidding. I did the same thing. I refused to make a kill, specifying that I would kill no one, including the random one. Apparently there were a lot who actually made kills. They should've let the game go like that. it's have been fun to see.
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You're a Cursor? What does that do?
