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Ahhhh, I see.

Wait, was QF46 the hornet game?

I don’t remember... maybe...

Ohh, I think this will be my first non-anonymous game with Kas!

Sounds crazy! I love it!

Ahh, I see.

Hmm, then should I ditch Sakura for now?

If anyone needs a Co-GM, I am willing to do so. Mainly just to gain experience before I run my LG. Speaking of my LG, I just need to PM the committee and ask for them to look at the secret rules, correct?

Might I ask who exactly is the other person uh... sensitive to your cause?

Don’t we all...

Okay, I was unhappy about some of the things in my aftermath RP, so I went through in fixed them. @Elbereth, if you are going to put this in the write-up, use this version! ———————————————————————— Somewhere and Nowhere I float. Somewhere and nowhere at the same time. It is painful and relaxing at the same time. My thoughts come fleetingly, each one escaping my grasp quickly. I destroyed the Cognitive Realm, not long along. I am the one to blame for my suffering, so I cannot complain at my state of somethingness and nothingness. I’m not sure if this in The Beyond or not. I hope so. Though, it could be just as likely that my mind is imprisoned. I find this both reassuring and depressing. It means I might be alive, somehow. It means I could return to the physical realm. Because, every prison can be escaped from. However, if I’m not imprisoned and this truly is The Beyond, I will be pleased. I deserve my fate. The fate to watch, to observe, and to not scheme a way to topple things built by my hands I am tainted by the Shard I held for so long, so long that I forgot my old name and turned myself into Niru Drash. The Intent of the Ruin drove me into insanity, into doing things—that in my newfound clarity—I regret immensely. Even now, I feel remnants of its power infiltrating my thoughts. A nagging voice begging me to reach for walls of a prison that may not even exist. “Break things! Rip the walls of this void apart! Tear into the fabric of reality once more!” It screams. I deny its’ wishes again and again and again. Each time my resolve strengthens and weakens. It’s fingers weave their way into my mind tenderly with every repetition of its words. I refuse and turn my (eyes?) attention towards the worlds I left behind. They war on, killing each other for dominance over the Cosmere. Millions die, worlds break, Shards are shattered and remade. The demon in my mind rejoices and cries. For it loves to watch the ruin, but despairs it cannot play part in it. We watch as a man becomes a Shard. We watch as Odium is shattered beyond repair. We watch as the Vessel of Hate returns to the land of the living. We watch as Autonomy completes their quest and returns to war. We watch Survival do one thing and one thing only. We watch the piece of Adonalsium we once held break another world, and take with it a Splinter of another. We watch a trapper grow and grieve and kill. We watch as three Shards fight one man and all die. We watch as one war ends and more begin. However, we do not become free. Not for a long time at least. The lingering imprint of Ruin and I search for an end to the void. Because, I do not last long against its demands. I give into the desire to live once again. At some point, when hundreds of thousands of years have passed, we reach the end of what I believe to be a prison. It’s a wall. Yet, not one I can see or touch, as I have no eyes or hands. No, this barrier is something I feel. It’s the first thing I feel in a long, long time. Clarity is brought via its touch. The thing in my thoughts revels. And I revel with it. I pound against the wall for the next two hundred eighty-seven thousand six hundred thirty-two years and—finally—a single crack appears in its surface. Yet again, I don’t see the rift, but I feel it and know it’s there. The power and I pry our conscience into that hole, forcing our way, fracturing the break further. The process speeds up exponentially, because the wider the crack becomes, the easier and easier it gets to widen. It takes another fifty-six thousand eight hundred eleven years, but at last… I am free. Or so I thought. I wake and find myself in another prison. My companion, who begins to call itself Raze, and I scream treacherously in unison. A howl deeper than any wolf’s. A roar greater than that of the now-extinct chasmfiends. I bang against the prison, this time with hands emaciated from millennia of stillness and hunger. The sound of my fist hitting the metallic bars sending a ring throughout wherever I am. I pray to any god that may still exist; ‘let my captors hear my screams.’ But, I ask not how I still live. As I wish not to be. Though, if I was to guess, I’d say I was made into a Cognitive Shadow. One brought into the Physical Realm from pockets of Shadesmar that persisted even after I Ruined it. “We are something like a Returned,” Raze corrects. I turn, shocked to find a dark form sitting on the bed I hibernated in. “Our captors have been feeding us Breath. So, if I were to guess, we’re on Nalthis.” “Ironic,” I reply, trying to hide my despair that this creature followed me into the Physical Realm. Although I gave up on trying to resist its touch years ago, a part of me still wishes it would just— Leave. Me. Alone. Raze nods—the thing I assume is its head—in agreement. Of course my captors imprison me in the final place I planned to destroy, oh so long ago. The place where I earned my punishment by making one fatal error. Why did they keep me alive? I don’t know. “We will escape. Now,” Raze declares, standing up from the mattress. It stands next to me and puts its appendage on my shoulder. “You know how to use Breath, correct?” “Yes, I should remember,” I answer. The words struggle to form. My voice is pitched higher from not speaking for so long. “My memories are hazy, so it might take a bit for me to get the hang of it again.” “This is fine. We appear to be immortal.” I begin to practice Awakening once more. Raze continually re-teaching me things I forgot. We move from the simplest commands, to performing complex actions. All with the thin straws of the worn down mattress. All while never once being visited by another living being. And after some time, I walk to the bars of my cell and grasp one: “Bend at my touch,” I Command it. It obeys. I push the bar aside and move to the next. We repeat the process for another ten minutes, and by ‘we,’ I mean; I do all the work while Raze sits on the bed and whistles the same tune it’s been whistling ever since we awoke. Finally, I push down the last bar and step out of the prison that held me for roughly four hundred thousand years. My foot takes its first step into a world that has moved without my presence for millennia. Raze follows behind me, letting out an exasperated sigh of what I assume is relief. “Alright, kiddo,” It starts, walking further beyond our cage. “Let’s go show the world what they’ve been missing out on, alright?!” I nod and walk next to proof of my insanity. We reach the end of what seems like a never ending tunnel and come face to face with a staircase. My muscles are weak, and not even accounting for the lack of light, I struggle to climb each step. My bones feel tired and brittle, like they could splinter into millions of pieces at any moment. My eyes strain for light, like they could pop into a messy gore any second now. Yet, Raze ascends the stairs with little effort, whistling the same storming tune. We reach the top of the staircase and I barely avoid running into a thick oak door. Its handle is rusted from years of disuse. The planks are red from blood; whose blood? I have no clue. “Well, open it up, partner!” Raze says, excitement filling each word to the brim. I wonder momentarily why it doesn’t open the door itself. Then I remember, I’m insane. Of course a figment of my imagination can’t open a real door. I wrap my thin fingers around the tarnished iron door handle, flakes of rust falling off at my touch. I twist the knob. I feel Raze’s eagerness as I do so. I pull the door towards me. I feel Raze’s fervor escaping as I do. The door opens. My eyes are blinded by gentle torchlight. My ears are greeted by the sound of something pounding against the roof of the wooden cabin. My tongue is treated to the taste of something other than the stale air of a basement. My nose is delighted by the scent of some kind of baked good. My skin is nuanced by the individual grains of wood against my bare feet, feeling so much more alive the stone chamber I was in before. My blissful re-awakening to once familiar sensations is rudely interrupted. “M-my lord!” Calls the scratchy voice of an older man, obviously shocked. “Black and white! You’re awake!” The man has few strings of gray hair, wrinkles cover almost every end of his face, and his back is arched by the cruel mistress that is time. He begins to stand and falters for a moment, before reaching for a black cane that was leaning against the table. He shambles over to me and places his hand on my cheek, as if he isn’t sure if I’m really there. Apparently, he’s satisfied with what he finds and walks to the cottages exterior door. “Wait!” I shout, my voice the croak of a frog, before he pulls the heavyset door open. “Who are you? Where am I? What happened after the Second Shardic War? How am I still alive? And… what is my name?” He hesitates and pries his wrinkled hand away from the door. He brings his eyes up to meet mine. The venerable man laughs heartily. “I guess it makes sense you have lots of questions,” He remarks. “Well, I’ll start with the easiest.” I strain my ears, preparing to take in every word the man has to offer, like a beggar hoping for any scrap they could get from a passing nobleman. Raze mumbles something from the shadow of the door we came from, but I don’t hear it. “You have a lot of names, but here on Nalthis…” He begins. “They call you Earthbane the Endbringer.” With that said, the man turns around and opens the door. And the first thing we see of the world we were longing for, is an unbroken snow. I step barefoot into the cold powder, chills run up my legs and up my spine and continue all the way until they reach the top of my head. I look from my right, where the old man stands proud, then to my left, where Raze marches out into the snow, leaving not a single footprint. “So, master… what do you plan to do?” I think for a moment. What did I plan to do? The first thing that comes to mind is: revenge. No, not revenge for being imprisoned. Revenge for being kept alive by my former allies-turned-captors. That they did not let Mercy have me. “To Ruin,” I start, pausing as I look back to my shadowy companion. “And Raze.”

My head cannon is that Raze is a Splinter. Always, it’s the thought that counts right?

Alrighty! Well... I’m taking you up on your kind offer. ————————————————————————————— I’ve written here what happened to Niru after his attempted blackmailing of a Shard and then his sub-sequential removal. I tried something new while writing this, something extremely challenging for me as a writer, a good exercise you could say. Writing in first person and present tense. I wrote previous Niru Drash RP in first person, so I thought to spice it up just a little bit more in this. So feel free to give lots of feedback (and upvotes). ————————————————————————————— Alrighty, I hope the ending sounds properly menacing. I guess one good thing that came from my mistake this game is that I could write this short story thing. Who knows maybe I’ll write a fan fiction about this, or better yet... run an SE game about stopping Niru Drash in his quest for revenge. EDIT; THIS IS NOT THE BEST VERSION OF THIS SHORT STORY THING, READ FURTHER IN THE THREAD FOR THAT!

You hit a lot of the things I felt reading through that doc on my first read. ————————————————————— @little wilson, so wait, are we all able to write things to add to the write-up? Even if we died? If so, I’d like to add some last thoughts from Niru Drash.

Hello! I didn’t really pay attention to anything after life Night 6, so I have no clue how we got to this situation, but I’m happy we won! Also, congrats to the four pass winners! I hope you enjoy them and make some crazy non-Sanderson games! (If you ever don’t feel up to making a game, I could be persuaded to make one in your steed... ). Anyways, if you hadn’t guessed by Elbereth saying Dingo had a chaotic playstyle, I was the humble Niru Drash. So, I’ll be quick with my points and say I’m very sorry towards Elephant. To make this post easier for me to type out, I’ll just paste my rant in from the dead doc. Some of my opinions might be controversial and whatnot, but these were thoughts I had after my death. Alright, that’s a long one, so read at your own volition.

Awww, this is sad. I won’t get to possibly murd—I mean, remove elims with you!

I’ll probably regret signing up for this with school and whatnot, but I’ll sign up as Shimamura Sakura.

I'm tempted to join this game. But alas, I have school and other commitments that are currently taking up my time. Not sure if I'd be able to put in as much time as this game deserves. Sorry, TJ!

Archer Whatever happened to sharing information with the village means we win? This. Matrim’s Dice

I’ve already signed up for it. I’m like #8 on the list. There are secret rules, so I should probably do that PM thing with the committee... Here are the non-secret rules; https://docs.google.com/document/d/18zfJEex4dm0Bh4eWG0sHuLBac-WlmyghQUof7JDAgJk/edit Sorry if the formatting isn’t very good.

Mmm, clue me in. What exactly is it that Archer is trying to do? And iirc, I’m only the second person to vote on Archer, I’d hardly call that a train. EDIT: And the one person who voted on him before me was Araris, and it was a stab vote at the very beginning of the cycle...

However, if you shared the information, we would be able to see that change in behavior right? Your reluctance to share you’re ‘information’ is honestly quite suspicious. I would not mind X-ing you, Archer

I’d also like to co-GM a game before I run my LG. I’ll take you up on this if Striker is busy by the time my game comes around.

Hey, wait a minute! That’s not nice, I even told I was reading the first time this cycle was run to see what happened...

I’ll sign up for this, because of my tragic death in LG72–which I’m quite angry about since I wasn’t on and wasn’t able to defend myself—I just need a bit more of a peaceful game. I’ll be a lot more active this game since it’ll start during the beginning of my winter break!