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Just now, Matrim's Dice said:

That was MR46 

Jk it was actually really fun to GM

Ahhhh, I see.

Just now, Kasimir said:

You had two actually. I was in QF46 and complaining that the mobbing on you didn't make sense and was likely hostile-driven. And then I used you as bait and caused more confusion, sorry  

But I'm not playing this time. I will scream at people PMing me to try to get me to do moderate analysis. I understand if y'all need to mob me over that, and accept the consequences, but I am not in this game for any serious or partially-serious play

I'd low-key say I'm playing like 2014 Kas would but that guy had no chill, so >>

Wait, was QF46 the hornet game?

2 minutes ago, Kasimir said:

Did I not play with you or GM you before?

I don’t remember... maybe... 

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

On 1/25/2021 at 6:53 PM, Araris Valerian said:

I mentioned in the AG thread that I was interested in a ruleset that incentivizes using PMs to discover roles. My rough sketch of the main concept is that everyone would have a "class" in addition to any role they may have (I was thinking roughly 4 classes). Then, all or most actions only succeed if you also correctly submit the class of the target. The game would either be role madness, or vanilla players would be able to enhance their vote by submitting the class of the player they are voting for. PMs would be open (but maybe only 1-1). Some potential roles would mess with player classes mid-game.

The thought is that everyone would be incentivized to use PMs to learn the classes of other players, but the villagers would want to exercise caution to limit who the elims can kill. The balance would probably be such that a total reveal of classes would overall help out the elims over the village.

It's still a rough framework, but I'm curious what other people's thoughts are on this. 

Sounds crazy! I love it!

Just now, Matrim's Dice said:

I think it's just their collaboration thing.

Also, I dunno if this was intentional, but @Sart, the player list is still empty in the OP.

Ahh, I see.

1 hour ago, Gears said:

Ah yes, nearly forgot to mention. My RP character will be the Servant of the Mad God, not Roko. Let the nonsense commence!

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?

9 hours ago, Ashbringer said:

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehe...

 

 

Faleast opened his eyes.

 

He hadn’t really… expected to be able to do that this time. He’d died before. He’d died the first time the kandra – AraRaash – had stabbed him with that… spike. And then… here. He looked around at the terrain – like a room, but made of sinking mist. The… Cognitive Realm? Rusts, what had happened?

“Faleast? You’re… still here?”

He turned. AraRaash, or some form of him, stood over him. Faleast realized he was lying on the ground, and started standing up, feeling an ache where his heart once was. No, where something else once was.

A spike lay, discarded on the ground, visible in both realms. Technically it was two spikes wound together. The Blessing of Identity. The lifeblood of them both.

“You ejected the spike, and didn’t have another powerful enough to sustain your identity,” Faleast found himself saying. “Meanwhile I was still chained to it… and I tried to break that chain to get back to you…”

“Did it work?” AraRaash asked. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Faleast thought. “Pyria… Reginald… the People’s Republic of Elendel. But wasn’t that…”

 

“IT WAS NOT AS NOT AS LONG AGO AS YOU THINK,” a voice resounded.

The Shadow and Kandra turned, then quickly averted their eyes. A man was walking through the wall, glowing brighter than any sun. An image was burned on what functioned as Faleast’s retinas. A tall, tan-skinned man, with ornate clothing numerous ornaments on his body, some light and some dark. AraRaash fell to his knees; Faleast followed suit.

“Harmony,” Faleast breathed.

The man – the Shard – smiled. “YOU MIGHT SAY THAT,” he said. “IN TRUTH, I DO NOT FEEL VERY… HARMONIZED. AT LEAST IT STILL FEELS THAT WAY. BUT YOU… SEEM TO HOLD THE DUALITY I HAVE BEEN SEEKING FOR SO LONG.”

“How long has it been? I hardly even recognize you,” AraRaash said. Of course he would recognize Harmony. Rusts, he probably knew him when he was Sazed.

“MERE MINUTES. OR THOUSANDS OF YEARS; IT DEPENDS WHAT YOU MEAN, I SUPPOSE. IN ANY CASE, I CAN FILL YOU IN. YOU WERE DISCOVERED, AND ATTEMPTED TO ESCAPE, BUT WERE FORCED TO DROP THIS CURIOUS ARTIFACT," he said, knudging the spike with his foot. It sent a jolt down Faleast's spine. "I SUSPECT YOU WOULD BOTH PERISH IN YOUR OWN WAYS WITHOUT IT; I SHOULD KNOW. SO I… INTERVENED.”

“HONESTLY… I DO NOT KNOW WHETHER THE TERM HARMONY IS ACCURATE. RUIN AND PRESERVATION ARE STABILITY AND DECAY, BUT IS NOT CULTIVATION GROWTH? I WOULD THINK PRESERVATION AND CULTIVATION WOULD BE JUST AS HARMONIUS, AND RUIN AND CULTIVATION PERHAPS EVEN MORE SO.”

Faleast found himself nodding. How did one refuse a Shard? But AraRaash’s eyes suddenly shot up. “Oh God Beyond… you’re not Harmony, aren’t you?”

 

“GODS BEYOND,” the… being corrected. “I BELIEVE THERE ARE THREE. BUT YES, I AM NOT THE MAN KNOWN AS SAZED, NOR THE MIXTURE OF PRESERVATION AND RUIN. I AM NOT EVEN SURE IF HARMONY CAN BE THAT MIXTURE ANYMORE, NOT WITH WHAT I KNOW. BUT I DIGRESS. NO, I AM… SOMETHING ELSE. A LAMENTATION FOR THE WORLD.”

“… Why are you here?” the two whispered, almost together.

“BECAUSE I NEED PEOPLE LIKE YOU. I AM A COMBINATION OF TWO SHARDS; I HAVE SIMILAR DIFFICULTIES IN ACTING ALONE. BUT YOU… YOU SHARE MUCH OF ME. THE COMPASSION OF FALEAST, THE RUTHLESSNESS OF ARARAASH. MERCY AND AMBITION. AND YET, YOU MANAGE TO WORK TOGETHER TOWARD A COMMON GOAL. THAT IS SOMETHING THAT I… LACK, TO SOME DEGREE.”

“I HAVE A VISION. ONE WHERE THE WORLD IS FREE, THE HATRED AND PAIN SWEPT UNDER A BLOODY RUG. AND SO, I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP MAKE THAT FUTURE. A HARBINGER. OR HARBINGERS. I CAN USE MY ABILITIES TO DIRECT YOU, GET YOU PLACES THAT YOU NORMALLY COULD NOT ACCESS, AND OUT OF PLACES YOU COULD NORMALLY NOT SURVIVE. YOU CAN BUILD YOUR OWN SKILLS AND GATHER INVESTED ARTS, AND I WILL PROVIDE THE BASE INVESTITURE FOR YOU TO FUEL IT.

“MORE IMPORTANTLY, I CAN CONNECT YOU TWO TOGETHER WITH THAT SPIKE OF YOURS, AND CREATE A BOND STRONGER THAN ANY METAL. YOU WILL NEVER LOSE EACH OTHER, OR LOSE YOURSELVES. AND I CAN RETURN WHAT LITTLE MEMORIES YOU HAVE LOST IN THE MINUTES YOU WERE DISCONNECTED.”

“And… in return, what do we do for you?” said Faleast.

The being – Lamentation – smiled. “IN RETRUN, I TAKE MOST OF THE MEMORIES OF THIS ENCOUNTER. AND GUIDE YOU TO WHERE I NEED YOU TO GO. YOU WILL ACT AS YOU FEEL, MERCIFUL OR AMBITIOUS. IN SHORT… I WILL PLACE YOU IN A POSITION WHERE EVERY ACTION EITHER OF YOU TAKE WILL SERVE ME.”

AraRaash snarled. “I will not be a puppet for you, Shard or not.”

“YOU WILL NOT. I HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU TWO FOR A LONG TIME, AND CREATED THIS PLAN TO BEST PRESERVE YOUR FREE WILL. SUFFICE IT TO SAY, I AM ABLE TO PREDICT WHAT ACTIONS YOU WILL TAKE, GIVEN WHAT SITUATION YOU ARE PLACED IN. THOSE ACTIONS ARE STILL YOUR OWN. IF I HAVE NOWHERE TO PLACE YOU, YOU ARE FREE TO DO AS YOU PLEASE.”

“And you swear this? I… am unfamiliar with Shards,” Faleast said. Some part of him realized he and AraRaash were still on their knees, giving veneration to Harmony. Perhaps that was for the best; this Shard seemed much more… dangerous than Harmony. But he was also asking to be their… God.

“I SWEAR, I HAVE NOT BEEN UNTRUTHFUL TO YOU. IT WILL BE AS I HAVE SAID. SHARDS CAN BE DISHONEST, BUT THEY CANNOT BREAK A SWORN OATH. ARARAASH KNOWS THIS.” And the kandra nodded in agreement. “BUT IF YOU WISH TO BREAK THE AGREEMENT AT SOME POINT IN THE FUTURE… I CAN RELEASE THE BOND, IF YOU AGREE TO FOREFIT YOUR KNOWLEDGE OF MY PLANS.”

Faleast turned to AraRaash. “So… what do you think? I already had my second chance. I didn’t think I would get a third. May as well make the most of it,” Faleast said. “If you’re alright with it, so am I.”

 

The kandra gave a chilling smile. “It sure seems like a nobler goal than playing the PRE and the Loyalists against each other . Maybe we can actually make some progress in this cosmere. Let’s do it.”

The Shard gave a small chuckle. “THEN THE DEAL IS DONE. YOU WILL NOW BE THE HARBINGERS OF LAMENTATION. YOU WILL WEEP FOR WHAT MUST BE DONE… BUT LIKE MYSELF, YOU WILL DO IT ALL THE SAME. YOU HAVE MUCH TO LEARN, AND THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE I PREDICT MAY BE SENSITIVE TO MY CAUSE...”

“How do you mean?” asked Faleast, the corners of his vision starting to fade. The reConnecting must already be happening. They were losing this… vision.

Lamentation laughed – a full, true laugh.

“WHO SAID THAT WE WERE STOPPING AT THE COSMERE?”

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

4 minutes ago, Kasimir said:

And now I need a drink...

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!

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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.”

5 minutes ago, Matrim's Dice said:

Niru doesn't hold Ruin anymore, though  

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

6 hours ago, Elbereth said:

We can certainly edit stuff into the writeup, but you're also perfectly welcome to just add your part of the story here in thread.

Alrighty! Well... I’m taking you up on your kind offer.

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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).

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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! 

17 minutes ago, Quinn0928 said:

*rubs eyes* okay so I was essentially a spectator this game, and didn't pay much attention to it after the first few cycles, so I originally thought I didn't have any opinions about what happened in it. And I guess I don't as to what happened in the game, but as someone whose primary interaction with the game was through the spec doc, I would like to say this:

The problems with this game were just as present in the spec doc as in the game itself. A lot of the doc was devoted to discussions, often heated ones, of the players in the game. Now, the discussions part was normal, but I found some of it problematic for a couple of reasons. 

• The people in the dead doc were often judging others without looking at things from their perspective, or without having all the information, and they were doing it in a space where the people they were talking about couldn't see the comments or respond to them. That's how dead docs always work, I know, but it was worse than usual this game. That's likely due to the second thing.
• Probably because of the additional temporary layers of perceived anonymity, people were far harsher than in typical dead docs. I've had some less than kind things said about me in dead docs before; usually they were at least somewhat merited but they still hurt to read, were far stronger than was actually needed to convince me I'd made mistakes, and they still weren't nearly as bad as what I saw in this dead doc.
• This probably belongs with the previous point, but not only were the critiques harsher, they were more universal. My experience with dead docs is that if I screw up somehow, someone whom it affected strongly will point it out vocally, a few others will agree, and then discussion kinda moves on. That didn't happen here. Everyone had a strong opinion, most of them negative. That's a lot to deal with at the end of a game, and if I were Illwei or Ventyl then reading what was said about me would leave a sour taste in my mouth and I probably would reevaluate the whole game, not just in an "okay I should have done things differently" kind of way but a "why did I play this game in the first place" or an "I don't want to play an AN again" kind of way.
• Look, saying things in the dead doc for future players to reflect on in the future is all well and good, but it doesn't change anything about what's happening here and now. If there's a serious problem with how someone's playing the game, if the way they're playing is ruining the game for you or anyone else, that should be brought up with them first. Tone doesn't carry over text very well, so it's easy for someone to be joking or just having fun and someone to take it as harsh or insulting or to be hurt by it. And that's not something that should garner the reactions of a. ignoring it or b. voting the person in question off, at least not without first letting them know what's going on and giving them a chance to respond to it. Obviously dead players can't do that, but the GMs, the IM, and the living players can and they should. 

Some of this has already been said before, but some of it hasn't so I wanted to put it out there. And honestly, after this game I'm not sure I want to play another AN either. I didn't survive past D1 this game, but I can't help wondering what I would have found waiting for me in the dead doc if I had. 

You hit a lot of the things I felt reading through that doc on my first read.

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@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.

4 hours ago, StrikerEZ said:

I so want to play, but I don’t know if I can handle this on top of school right now. I think I’ll sign up for a spec doc right now, but don’t give it to me until the game starts, in case I change my mind before then.

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! 

6 minutes ago, Matrim's Dice said:

No no no, you see, this is like what Archer is doing, right? And his thing is not sus.

But that reasoning won’t work for someone who things his thing is.

lemme explain: I have a strategy I use as a villager sometimes. If the elims knew what it was, it wouldn’t work. So me saying it renders it useless. It is not sus, it is further strategy.

Archer

Whatever happened to sharing information with the village means we win? 

Just now, Breaker said:

The problem is that this is not situation-specific. Someone could claim this, giving no evidence, in all cases whatsoever. The problem is like with Kantian ethics. You’ve got to generalize this action to all cases. If “I have a secret strategy” is applied to all cases, the village is doomed. 

This.

Matrim’s Dice

26 minutes ago, A Joe in the Bush said:

You already have a game in mind? Excellent! Is it publicly available to persue?

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.

5 minutes ago, Matrim's Dice said:

Hmm.

I’ll stick a vote on Ventyl.

I realized, just now, what village!Archer is likely trying to do. I’ve done the same thing many times, or tried to. So I’ve decided that Archer not sharing his thoughts isn’t a reason to exe him, and that he’s not elim for it. (Though I will say when I try something like what I believe Archer is trying I typically don’t publicly say I have a suspicion I’m not sharing ) Not going to mention it specifically, because strategy.

It’s possible Ventyl is jumping on what seems an easy enough train to go on. That’s enough for me, right now.

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...

6 minutes ago, Archer said:

I understand that. What I have is a suspicion. Publicizing it isn't likely to greatly improve the conversation, but it is likely to prompt the Elim to change their behaviour. I believe that at this time, it's better for me to play my cards tight to my chest. I'm being transparent about that so it doesn't look like I'm ducking the conversation entirely, which would be more suspicious. 

Ghander, this is up to date. ^ 

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.

12 hours ago, A Joe in the Bush said:

I am happy to co-GM for anyone who is afraid to run a game by themself.

I’ll take you up on this if Striker is busy by the time my game comes around.

2 minutes ago, StrikerEZ said:

Whelp, that’s unfortunate. Anyway, like Mat said, I still stand by what I said about the distribution. I don’t think there’d only be three elims. That just seems like way too few to me.

Also, I’ll poke vote Ventyl. Because he hasn’t shown up yet.

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!