The_Archivist

Plus he's following Odium now, so it really depends on his plans.

I find this extremely unlikely. The Extortionist picks an action and a player to preform that action. If the player is unable to preform the action, the extortion doesn't work. I can't see an Extortionist betting on one person being Flogs C1, and even if they did, it's basically impossible for them to get the right person. Even if we somehow ignored that, the way Karnage phrased it, he got a PM saying Straw, specifically, is a constable. I'd like to give a general warning that the PM bodyguard method is incredibly easy to fool.

*wins* Announcer: Wait a minute, it looks like it's not over yet. What a thrilling development!

I'm currently reading The Two Towers for the first time, since last time I tried reading LOTR, I was too young to enjoy it and stopped right before the good parts in Fellowship. Until now, I find the movies to be far more focused on CD, while the books focus on the world and how it works. The exceptions to this are Aragorn and Boromir. The books, especially the part I'm reading right now, show Aragorn's struggle with being a leader, how he doesn't want to make choices, but he's forced into it, and the culmination of his arc (I'm guessing) is that he accepts becoming a king, which includes making choices for a lot of people on a daily basis. Movie Aragorn is a lot more fine with making choices for others, so it isn't as meaningful when he does. Boromir. It's actually really annoying how they handled Boromir in the movie. In the books he's a pretty nice guy who's somewhat arrogant and sometimes contradictory. But when he is, there's usually an understandable reason behind it. He's also very kind towards the Hobbits, and often helps them with his superior height and strength. You actually feel bad for him when he falls under the influence of the Ring, and when he dies. In the movies though, he's just some generic jerk who doesn't like anyone, you feel nothing when the Ring affects him because there isn't really any difference. Wow, I wrote a lot more than I thought I would.

Mmmmmmm...

*looses soon*

I don't agree about the elims, but that's irrelevant. I somehow managed to forget that people can lie about being a bodyguard, including Bleeder, so my plan is useless.

I was a little hesitant about this at first, but it's a fairly obvious thing, so I'll say it. Karnage is either a Gambling Tycoon or Flogs. If he is Flogs, we must not let him die. If Flogs dies, both the elims and the villagers will be much closer to losing, so we can work together on this. The bodyguards can protect him, but not twice in a row, which means they need to communicate somehow. If a bodyguard trusts @little wilson enough to believe her claim that she is a gossip, he can PM her, saying he is a bodyguard. If more than one bodyguard does that, and she really is a gossip, she can send them a PM, telling them which one will protect this cycle, and who the next one. If only one does she can warn three people she thinks might be bodyguards, and tell them someone else is already protecting him. I know this requires a lot of trust, and if she's Bleeder, she knows the identity of some bodyguards, which is horrible. I still believe it's our best bet. The odds of wilson being Bleeder are pretty slim, all things considered, and if she's an elim gossip, I would rather take that chance than let Bleeder target a potential Flogs. If she's a villager or elim of a different role, I don't think we actually lose enough to not risk it. If Karnage is just a Gambling Tycoon, this is irrelevant, but I would rather not risk it, so I'm asking all bodyguards out there to try this plan.

Because of this: I found him more suspicious than Sart, and at the time it looked a possibility that both of my suspects will be lynched if I voted for him, which seemed like a good idea. Sart's last post gave me a village vibe I can't really explain, but for now, I have a neutral read on him, so I'll keep my vote on TGK for now

John rubbed his face with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. It looked like he was right about the Smedry's real talent. This was going to be highly inconvenient. "Actually it's an incredibly detailed disclaimer absolving TUBA of any and all damage incurred to us inside the Archives, including death." He opened his eyes and saw Kingston trying to open the doors. "Try pulling them."

Sart(4): Xino, Arraenae, Karnage, Matrim's DiceStraw (3): Wilson, Sart, FuraKarnage (4): Araris, StrikerEZ, Emi, PyroThe God King (3): Experience, Shard of Reading, The_ArchivistFuramirionind (1): DeTessXino (1): Straw Pyro (1): Orlok As far as I can tell, this is the updated vote count. I vote for The_God_King.

Okay, I finally went through the five pages I missed today, and I have some analysis. xino: From what I saw of his playstyle, it's pretty common for him to comment mostly on the rules, especially C1. I find that NAI. Straw: I don't think we should lynch someone when our only reason is that they are very active. If you suspect him, that's fine, but doing it for that alone seems a little cruel. On the logical side of things, it makes far more sense to vote on people you're actually suspicious of. Gut villager read. Sart: I find his vote on Straw the most suspicious and based on faulty reasoning. Light elim read. TGK: They barely posted, and that was mostly to make sure they aren't sleeping next cycle and to explain themselves afterwards. Light elim read. I'll try to do some more analysis this cycle, but I can't promise anything. As for my vote, it will most likely be on either Sart or TGK, I'll decide once I understand how many votes each person has.

Uncertainty

Allence came in, and John gave her a small smile and a wave. Her abilities would be very useful down here. Kingston started speaking, and John frowned. He didn't care if someone lied to him, but pretending to be a TUBAist in front of a large group of people, and a high ranking one at that, was crossing some lines. Once he finished his speech, John tapped him on the shoulder, a fake smile plastered on his face. He started speaking, making sure the others could hear him. "Hey, buddy, I was wondering, how did you read the manual a year ago if you're not even a part of TUBA yet?"

A pride.

*swallows both pills at once, causing a win*

John decided Kingston was most likely lying again, but he chose not to call him on it this time, since it didn't seem like it would work. John frowned. What keycard? Only a few hours ago he said he was looking to join TUBA, why would he have a keycard? He listened as he claimed his grandfather was the only insane Smedry, and gave a light snort of disbelief, the book he found on the Free Kingdoms didn't give much information, but it made it very clear the Smedrys were completely nuts, not to mention Kingston himself being a prime example for the that. That was three obvious lies in less than a minute, and John was getting a rising suspicion as to what Kingston's actual talent might be. He made sure to watch out for any further lies, if he was right, he needed to take a long look at his interview with him. John accepted the lenses and inspected them with a magnifying glass he pulled from one of his better padded pockets. Other than their odd colouring, they looked like perfectly normal glasses. He did note, however, that the frames appeared to be regular plastic, not aluminium. He put them on and blinked. He expected the room to be tinted dark maroon, like the lenses, but the room looked exactly the same. He pulled them off and handed them back. "What do they do?"

Quite so.

YKYSFW you see pants with tassels at the end of each leg and you think, "At my command, become as my legs and give them strength".

Comedy troupe? He never mentioned a comedy troupe until now. And if he was bad at improvising, why would anyone want him in one? The colour of the lense was the important part? Rust and Ruin! He thought it was the structure of the sand. "So you can just throw some paint into the sand to create lenses? The type doesn't matter at all?" He was still writing in his notebook, but his heart wasn't in it. Something about Kingston's Talent bothered him, more than how he found it funny, that could be explained by saying it's in bad taste, not that it was actually unfunny. Suddenly, something clicked, and he realised what it was. Even if his humour was bad, in taste or otherwise, it wasn't magically bad. It wouldn't make someone attacking him stop and gape at how horrible it was. It wouldn't make an angry mob calm down and stop to appreciate just how unfunny it was. In short, it wasn't a Smedry Talent, just a normal talent. John realised that the woman, Zokora, was talking. He gave an internal groan. He completely forgot about her. This was a new level of impolite, even for him. He decided to make it up to her later, after he dealt with Kingston. As nonchalantly as possible, he added, "What's your actual Smedry Talent, anyway?"

John smirked as Kingston started rambling about dancing, it was frustrating, to be sure, but also wildly entertaining. At one point he caught him peeking at his notebook and he was suddenly very glad for his paranoia. Bad improvisational comedy? It certainly made him laugh. Was that the flexible nature of the Talents that had drawn him to them in the first place? Or was he being dishonest? Something felt... off about that. But he couldn't say for sure, not with his limited knowledge about how Smedry Talents worked. But at this point, even a lie by someone who knew what he was talking about was better than what he had at the moment. "Well, I've heard that the Talents meaning can be twisted, relying on perception. Some even describe tricking their Talent, as if it were a living thing. Did you have any experiences like that? Can you give me some examples of how your Talent helped you? How would you describe using lenses? Do you actually need to wear the lenses? Or even for the glass to be in the shape of a lense?" He opened his mouth to ask another question but realised he didn't have any more off the top of his head, so he closed it again with a soft click.

As John introduced himself to the woman, he heard another person walked in. He turned around to look and found that it was Kingston. If he was upset when he first walked in, he was practically beaming now. He'd been dying to ask the man some questions ever since he heard his name. He waved at him energetically. "Hey, Kingston, over here! We met at the festival, remember?" John realised he was being quite rude, but he couldn't bring himself to care, Smedry Talents were apparently very rare, and he was not going to waste his chance to study one. "Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your abilities?" Before the Smedry could answer, John pulled a notebook and a pen from one of his pockets, and quickly scribbled a picture of a crown and a diary at the top of the page. He didn't actually need the notebook, but he found writing things down helped him think. He also wrote it in several different codes, alternating every few words. He admitted to himself he might be a little paranoid, but it barely took any time to create, and it was well worth the peace of mind he got from it.

John walked through the chamber leading to the Archives, grumbling to himself and rubbing bleary eyes. Just when he thought he would finally get a good night's sleep, this happened. What exactly was in this report anyway, that they had to put out a general alert? Probably something along the lines of a request to make it official that water was wet. And it would doubtless get denied. But still he came. He was, after all, getting paid to do this sort of thing. He brightened considerably when he saw there was another person there. He liked talking to people, and since he was thinking about settling down, it might be a good idea to invest in some actual friendships for once. The person appeared to still be in their costume, albeit without the mask. Once again he felt relieved that he decided to come to the festival without a costume. It seemed like a trivial thing at the time, done only to stick out, but he got the feeling he would be thankful for having his equipment with him during the next few hours. He walked towards the woman and stuck out his hand in greeting. "Hello! I'm John."

Sentences rule!

When I heard Hamilton for the first time, I was Blown Away. Since then I've been listening to it Non-Stop. Whenever I have a lot of homework I listen to it and it lets me write like I'm running out of time.