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  1. Mat
    That's the game, folks! Thanks for playing Aftermath to be up before the hour. It'll be slower than past rollovers.
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    There is one hour remaining in the cycle!
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    I'm too lazy to format it 17S Discord: #cosmemes = #linguistics 17thshard.com: Sanderson Memes = linguistics
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    (Just gonna slide in here to give you a *clap clap* for your rank)

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    2. Experience

      Experience

      I'll tag you so you see this. @Ookla the Channelknight

    3. Channelknight Fadran

      Channelknight Fadran

      I saw this.

      *loud sigh*

    4. Experience

      Experience

      Hmm. So a screaming sigh? I would think *long sigh* would be more accurate, but you be you. :P 

  6. Mat
    I'm also in for both!
  7. Mat
    ALL the ideas. Do ALL OF THEM!!! I do like the idea of the advent thing. Would it be like... assigning people to do each day? Cause like December starts in ~30 hours, give or take time zones...
  8. Mat
    *Debates about upvoting you again*
  9. Mat
    Mr. Goat trotted down the road, relieved the others had let off his back a tad. He didn't want to be unlawfully slain, not this late in the Imperium War. He couldn't say much about anyone but himself, which was understandable for a perfectly normal Obligator. Behind him, the ground tremored. He didn't think much of it. Nothing could damper Mr. Goat's mood, not much that is. A brutal inside war in the Ministry? Piece of happy cake! Just don't anyone think of going for his secret bread stash behind the pallets on the third street left of Kredik Shaw. That would not end well for anyone. The tremors were joined by voices. Hushed yells, screaming "Goat! Goat! GOAT! GOAT!" Mr. Goat realized they were coming for him, and his trotting turned to a gallop, then a sprint. He remembered the other chases, when he wasn't being chased. A single thing always was clear. The mob always caught up. The same was true now. The universe had a place for Mr. Goat, but it was not here. * * * Whysper dozed against a wall, dreaming of being elected to a canton, officially, finally. They didn't know which one they truly wanted. Inquisition was interesting, but now came with an unfortunate label. Finance and Resource were.. boring. Orthodoxy was classic, perhaps dull. But... the promotion! The forsaken haunted shadow that had plagued many in the past month flickered. Whysper never got that promotion. Chasmgoat has been lynched! They were an Obligator! Whysper has been killed! They were an Obligator! Vote Count: Chasmgoat (2): TJ Shade, Somebody from Sel Amanuensis (1): JesterLavorre, Whysper, Chasmgoat Kings_way (1): Sart Cycle Nine has begun! The cycle will end in 48 hours on Tuesday, December 1st, at 1pm PST. PMs are down. Players are allowed one non-GM PM message per cycle. If you use this to create a PM, remember to include myself, Lotus, and Devotary. The lynch has a one vote minimum, with tied votes being randomly decided. Amanuensis has been replaced by @Elandera. Many thanks to them! Player List:
  10. Mat
    The cycle is over! PMs and the next thread to be up shortly.
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    One hour remaining in the cycle.
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    I somehow knew this was you just by your Ookla name on the main page in ‘recently browsing’ :ph34r: 

    1. revelryintheart

      revelryintheart

      hehe

      it fits well does it not

    2. KyL

      KyL

      yup shore does

    3. revelryintheart

      revelryintheart

      hi kyl

  14. Mat
    Eldest of four, with a nine year gap between my youngest sibling.
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    Bearer sat in the corner, bearing the knowledge of his death. He didn’t know why he had been singled out. He was just a new recruit to the Imperium, hailing from a noble house not too far from Kredik Shaw. He was loyal! When Bearer signed up for the Ministry he didn’t expect an inner war, much less one that would occur in his death. Bearer felt inside himself, at his metal reserves. They might give him freedom, if it came to that. He wasn’t sure if he would fight for his life. There were so many others. As he sat contemplating this, one of those others- one that he didn’t recognize- slipped past and covertly dropped something. Leaning over, Bearer found a metal vial! He quizzically looked up at the figure walking away, but they did not look back. Feeling excited, Bearer downed the shavings and felt a new reserve appear within himself. A new metal? Incredible! Just then, the mob gathered around him, appearing out of the shadows in an instant. Bearer jumped to his feet and burned the new metal he had been given, hoping it was something of preservation. His reserves vanished, every last one of them. Bearer gasped in surprise, then fell to his knees. He had been tricked, well and truly. He didn’t even try to stop the mob as they closed in. * * * Sedra swiftly walked pointedly away from the site of Bearer's death. She hadn't been thrilled with the decision, and had shook her head in disgust when he had been revealed to be an Obligator. And had simply stormed off when empty metal vials were found on his person. Besides, if might be smarter to be away from the others. She was sure some knew of her cantononical allegiance, and didn't want to be targeted for it. Of course, if she had been spotted leaving this might not go super well, but she couldn't afford to worry about that. ~~Swoosh~~ Sedra stopped, halting in the middle of the street. Had that been an Inquisitor, come to slay her in the midst of her thoughts? She drew her dagger and stood in a stance poising her ready to leap any direction. A knife hurled out of a nearby alleyway. Sedra lunged to the side, but was not fast enough. It pierced her side, sending her to the ground in a heap. The figure she had seen earlier strode past, but leaned down to wrench the knife from her dying body. With her last breath, Sedra heard the words spoken by the creature. "Say hello to Runern for me." Then the figure was gone, and so was Sedra. Bearer of all agonies/Ookla the Tortured was lynched! He was an Obligator and a Mistborn! Quinn0928 was killed! She was an Obligator and a member of the Canton of Inquisition! Vote Count: Bearer of all agonies/Ookla the Tortured (3): Danex, TJ Shade, Whysper Whysper (1): Bearer of all agonies/Ookla the Tortured Cycle Eight has begun! The cycle will end in 48 hours on Sunday, November 29th, at 1pm PST. PM's are DOWN! This means that all players can send one PM per cycle, effective immediately. This does not count GM PMs. Creating a new PM counts, however. If you do this, make sure to include myself (Ookla's Dice), Devotary (Ookla the Hypodecadal) and Lotus. The lynch has a one vote minimum, with ties resulting in RNG deciding between tied parties. The following player is receiving a warning for inactivity: @Amanuensis. If they do not post this cycle they will be replaced. Player List:
  16. Mat
    The cycle is over! PMs and the next one will be up shortly.
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    37 minutes remain! Bearer of all agonies/Ookla the Tortured (3): Danex, TJ Shade, Whysper
  18. Mat
    I’ll just store my power
  19. Mat

    RoW Memes

    Mat replied to eveorjoy's topic in Stormlight Archive

  20. Mat
    Isn't today Friday?
  21. Mat
    I suppose I might as well make the tournament viable with an eighth... I'm in as Preservation.
  22. Mat
    @Ookla the Sarcastic, How many more people do you need? I wasn't planning to join in this time but I'd be happy to. And maybe break my streak of going out on the semi-finals twice in a row
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    I'd assume not. My game had that just because the signups thread got... fun. That was just me being cautious :P. (But Ash has the say, obviously)
  24. Mat
    I have recruited another! @Ookla the Grammatical Who I didn't just try to tag with 'Condensation' And who my whole purpose will be to get her to trust me again.
  25. Mat
    The backside of the empty fruit stand was dirty, streaked with grime. Just like Traige. He sat against a home, facing the cart, whacking the cart with a stick. The cart was about seven feet away, but that didn't matter in the slightest. Traige needed to do nothing but think to accomplish the thwacking. Wham. Wham. The stick left marks on the cart, scars. Just like his own. They were inflicted by Traige. Just like his own. He stopped, dropping the stick with a loosening of his mind. No. It was not his fault. It was theirs. Sighing, he stood and walked across the street to his 'home'. A barn with a hay bed. The villagers were nice to let him stay, but he knew the truth. They didn't want him here. He needed to go. He needed something. He needed a family. His family.
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