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What/Where/When?

I keep thinking about playing on other sites, and then not doing it. Maybe I'll get around to that someday. Anyway, welcome to SE!

“If anyone has ice that needs breaking, I can do it with my sword.” Craven offered.

My thoughts are few, maybe because this game lasted 3 irl days. I'll need to GM a QF again sometime because I almost feel like this one didn't count But it was fun anyway, I do like GMing. I'm wondering if this set a record for least players/shortest game, which would be kind of cool... I thought the roles and distro were balanced. I would have liked to include the Sniper, but with 8 players I didn't think that was a good idea. In my sheet I left my brainstorms and such in the Distros tab, if you want to go see what could have been. There also are other teams that could have been, as well. The elims got a lucky break with taking out the two village roles (besides Elan's Thug) C1, which saved them from having to worry about being tracked/blocked, even if they didn't know they were safe. I was very happy with how the teamwork and kill played out, it was exactly as I had hoped. Again, I'd really have liked to see it with 3-4 elims so I do think this is a game I'll rerun in the future when SE is more active than it is now. Elk and Archer did really well anyway, so they may not have needed to take out Steel and TUO at the beginning at all, but it definitely didn't hurt Thanks again everyone for making this a game that was possible, and go join Araris' LG!

"Ah. I try my best to avoid Roshar, when possible, so I wouldn't know."

"No." Philico replied simply. "I've never been to this exact spot. I tend to stick to the more established routes in between Perpendicularities, and this is far from those. "Do you?"

Philico raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The Cognitive Realm had been the place he spent most of his time in for at least the past few centuries, so he doubted that. But it was best not to make this an argument.

Ironsides had moved to her chair. She couldn't handle standing anymore. Pilots, good pilots, were dying because she had walked them into a trap. A trap she had foreseen. The radio besides her crackled. She tuned into the comm line, fearing the worst. "Report?" she said weakly. "Good news, Admiral!" Pegleg's peppy voice said into the line. "We gottem!" Ironsides straightened. "Who?" "Me and Lemon- he's a cutie- shot down Vandal and Bad Wolf. Looks like those Krell stuck with their sus name choices." Ironsides relaxed, a smile almost coming to her face. But then she understood that only two out of ten had survived. Only seven had even had a chance. "We're on our way back." Pegleg continued. "See you soon!" The line went silent. Ironsides stood and walked to the hangar where the remaining members of Shard Flight would return. When she arrived, Pegleg and Lemon were already there. They opened their cockpits and Ironsides' heart shattered. Inside were not humans. She wasn't sure what they were. Crab looking somethings that no doubt were Krell, but she had never seen- Ironsides screamed. "Oh, hello!" the one on the left said, in Pegleg's voice. "Nice seeing you, Judy." "What is the meaning of this!" Ironsides sputtered. "Where are Wolf and Vandal!" Neither of those were phrased as questions. "Oh, we weren't lying." said the other, in the voice of Lemon. "We shot them down. Wolf pulled some fancy light-lance trick but they're long gone anyway." All puckering sounds that Lemon had once endearingly made were gone. As if reading her thoughts, Pegleg continued. "It was a pain to impersonate your species. So... aggressive." Pegleg visibly shivered. "But the disguises and translators were necessary. As were the adoptions of human characteristics, though I must say I'm disappointed no one responded to my flirts." Ironsides was beyond furious, but she could do nothing except slump to the ground. The real Pegleg and Lemon had to be dead, if they existed at all in the first place. "But the real victory here," Lemon said, "was breaking you, Judy. Now we'll be free to send an all-out attack that you won't have the strength to command." They closed the cockpits and took off, leaving Judy Ivans on the floor, broken. Alta was doomed, and it was her fault. Devotary of Spontaneity was exed! She was a DDF Pilot! Elandera was attacked, but survived! Vote Count: Devotary of Spontaneity (3): Archer, Elandera, Elkanah Archer (1): Devotary of Spontaneity The Krell Commanders have won! Congratulations to Archer and Elkanah for an efficient game. I guess it's a weird time for SE where not many people are signing up for games, which is tough for the GMs and the people who do sign up, so thank you for making this game even possible to be ran. I'll post my full GM thoughts later today, but I have to go in about ten minutes Here are the doc links: Master Sheet Dead/Spec/GM Ramble Doc Player List:

That's the game! Expect the aftermath in like two minutes

The second the mists of Scadrial's Cognitive Realm came into view, Philico had to fight the urge to immediately head back the direction of his homeland. He had made a promise to stay and help these people, and he usually made sure to keep his word. "Home sweet home." said Venten, next to him. Philico snorted. "You don't know half as much about this place as I do."

Ironsides knew things were getting worse when the radio abruptly cut out, leaving Shard Flight in silence. Shard Flight never flew in silence. Most members of the flight were equally quiet as they tried to figure out what to do. Fib had just been shot down, and he hadn't said a word since the battle began. No one was safe. Ironsides wanted to scream directions into the comm line, anything to help her pilots out, but for once in her life, Admiral Judy "Ironsides" Ivans found she had no directions to give. Lotus was exed! She was a DDF Pilot! Droughtbringer was killed! He was a DDF Pilot! Vote Count: Elandera (2): Archer, Lotus Lotus (3): Elandera, Devotary of Spontaneity, Elkanah The cycle will end in a bit under 24 hours, on Sunday, August 29th, at 8am PST. I may not be able to put up the next thread afterwards because of my schedule, I don't know yet, but I'll be able to close it. There will be a majority execution today, with no vote minimum. Tied votes will result in a random decision. PMs are closed for the duration of the game. Don't forget to submit your actions! There is an inactivity filter in place of two cycles. If you don't post in that timeframe, you will be replaced or killed. Player List:

Time, sorry for a minute late :P.

The only time that one elim can independently decide the kill is if they are the only elim alive.

"Charge!" Craven said again.

"Charge!" Craven raised his sword.

That is a possibility, yes

"I thought it'd be more different from home." Craven said. "There's a camp over there that looks normal."

Craven stumbled out into the open, luckily not impaling Martin with his sword. He looked around. "Huh."

Craven bit his lower lip, raised his sword in a charge, and followed through before he could think himself out of doing it. It was like jumping in a cold lake. Best to get it over with quick.

Craven suddenly found himself growing nervous. No, be brave. I have a sword now. He wasn't letting that stop him. He was sure Ayia's portal would work.

Craven raised his hand. "Can I not go first?"