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Two days and a night she’d spent in that cell that wasn’t a cell, until they’d ushered her to another room, locking her away with the rest of the council members to decide their fate. And yet, there were still dark corners, shrouded hallways, rooms tucked away behind pillars. Dead bodies on the floor. And all that time, all that time, those damned council members had only thought about themselves. No thought of protecting others, of doing their duty to their people. Not once had Shara heard a single councilman discuss making lives better in all her years of working for them. It was all economics, how to control the poor, why wages shouldn’t be regulated. Lies and exploitation. That’s all they ever were. She’d had enough. Years spent in poverty, climbing her way from the depths of the pit of hunger and homelessness on ladders of bones, scraping together coins to buy books and pave her own education with bricks made of her blood. She’d bled for these council people to make their fancy laws, to eat lavishly while her family and friends starved. They bought their education with money inherited from generations of men who stepped on those beneath them. She’d had enough. Earl Euphemie: deceased Sweeper: deceased Walker: deceased Myra: deceased Illwei: deceased Zara: deceased Magrait: deceased Azmine: deceased Lumen: deceased TJ: deceased Bill Door: deceased Veren: deceased Shara’s fists clenched. Years of doing his work. Years of writing his policies, filling his paperwork, writing papers for him to present as his own. Years without being asked where she had come from, years of him not helping those she loved. Years of him ignoring the pain and suffering of others. Iden: alive She had had enough.
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good!! I'm so glad <3
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I'm sorry!!! can you forgive me
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aren't you at work
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I am rotating this information in my mind like a cube Edit @StrikerEZ i got caramel
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Hey guys what should I get in my iced coffee today
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Mm, unfortunate, that.
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Okay, where the heck is Szeth??? I'm growing less and less comfortable with my vote on Mat. Like, once again, I don't get a lot of the reasoning on him and nothing new has come out. Seems like the reasoning still comes down to the admittedly shoddy thief argument and circumstantial evidence. I think Szeth repeatedly disappearing and not doing much with his nicrobursting powers is... odd, to say the least. Could Szeth be the explanation for three deaths??? Yeah, okay, I've convinced myself I'm gonna keep my vote on Szeth sorry friends.
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Okay, so for now, I'm going to vote Mat unless I see evidence presented otherwise. I think it's pretty much a given at this point that Mat isn't village, despite his claim that his death will hurt the village. I'm curious what Drake has to say.
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Well I was gonna vote Mat, and I think it's weird that Drake decided to move his vote. But I'll vote Ash if you have a really good argument. Sorry I haven't voted yet. Drove for 3+ hours today
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Wait what did I guess? Lol
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Okay I’m about to go to bed but I wanna point out that last turn I said I was fine with inactivity in early game but a lot less fine in late game.
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There isn’t an inactivity filter
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That’s literally my entire point. It’s later in the game and I have enough experiences losing because we didn’t get rid of inactives early enough. And what if mat was village? We’d have misexed a villager and kept an inactive alive, giving the elims the upper hand and removing an active voter
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Good morning everyone! Just woke up. Apologies for my slight lack of activity yesterday. Road trip and other such things, but now Striker and I are once again in the same place!! Yay!!! Okay, I gotta vote TUO. I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but I've lost and/or won 2/3 completed games I've played due to village inactivity. I don't want to be anti inactivity, because like!! I think people deserve to take breaks and whatnot. And I'm fine with inactivity in the early game. But late game, as we start to creep closer and closer to an elim win? Yeah I'm less fine with it. When there's multiple inactive players and we reach exlo, the elims have basically already won because they know a bunch of villagers won't vote. I really don't want us to lose again that way. It just doesn't feel good.
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"A blessing, thanks." She stirred her cup before taking a sip. Well, not perfect, but it would do. "So, tell me more about this theory of yours?"
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I’m honestly confused. How do you play then? In all honesty not voting or doing anything actively harms the village.
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I gotchu She'd survived. As the sun rose higher and higher, all Shara could think about was that she had lived through the night. Now she just had to survive the day. Iden paced in his bedroom, occasionally stopping to read another few lines of Shara's notes. He had them spread over her now abandoned bed. She had a page on every person at the meetings, with a neat line through the names of all those who had died. At the top of each page, there was a summary. Juno: loud, boisterous, gets what she wants. Philico: thief. Confusing, up to something. Keep an eye on him Sweeper: Quiet, always nearby. Is he listening? *Apparently he is a coinshot. Will investigate It went on and on, and at the bottom. Iden He hadn't let himself read the words yet. Every time his eyes glanced over his sheet, he paused and then continued pacing. Survivor help him, why in the world did Shara have an analysis paper on him? His heart pounded to think of what she could have written, noticed, could be telling the guards now. Lying to the guards now. Iden scowled. He had to know what that damned sheet said, hesitation or not. In two long strides, he was back at her bed, peering down at his own name Iden: Somewhat observative, charming--Iden smiled--though a bit dull--he frowned. He read through the lines. Nothing stood out, just details on his personality, who he talked with, what could link him to others. He was about to move on, his anxiety assuaged when something caught his eye. Delegates all work to me, never does his own. I am essentially the representative of the Third Octant. Easy to manipulate.
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SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
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Hey Araris was that your kill or were you RB’d. If it was you that means one of the elims probably got roleblocked and we can narrow down an elim from that. Anyway I’m still sus of TUO because he’s been online but not in thread and I know I keep saying this but I’ve played multiple games that were won by elims due to village inactivity in the end, because lack of votes/participation meant the elims could basically ignore the exe. Village or not, we need to root out some inactives because in the end it’ll hurt us more IMO. If anyone has other ideas I’m open to them tho. I’m inclined to agree with Drake’s theory. At the very least, it makes way more sense than my crazy crack theory that the kandra is also simultaneously an elim. Though part of me wants to be right just so I can say I solved Striker’s insanity . @Szeth_Pancakes return to us dear friend. Who else have we not heard much from? Ash, dannex… anyway I’m nervous an elim or kandra is hiding in the people who haven’t been around and we’re all running around like chickens with our heads cut off exeing villagers while the elims laugh on the sidelines.
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Shara nodded. “So you’re saying you think one of our… partners in the meetings is actually a faceless immortal in disguise?” Shara neatly laced her fingers together. “Interesting.” Part of her found it hard to believe. Actually, most of her found it hard to believe. A healthy dose of logical skepticism plus Juno’s… well… disposition made it seem more like a fantastic story rather than true fact. She knew the stories, of course. Both survivorism, her childhood religion, and the path, the one she vaguely practiced now, cited stories of a faceless immortal involved in the early days of each religion’s inception. “I must admit, I find it hard to believe.” As she said it, a bit of sunlight peaked through the window and into Shara’s cell that wasn’t a cell. She blinked. When had it gotten so late? Or… early, rather. She hadn’t, and though Shara was used to staying up all night, she needed her wits about her for whatever interrogation was to come. Perhaps Someone would give her a coffee, though she doubted the kindness would be extended to her in her predicament. Maybe she could rope Juno into getting her one. The girl seemed kind enough, and at least willing to get on Shara’s good side. “it looks like our time may be running short, but I think I could spare a little more if you’re willing to get me a coffee.” Shara cracked a grin.
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Shara raised an eyebrow. “The faceless immortals? Really?” Shara didn’t much consider herself religious. Her mother had been a Survivorist and her father a non practicing one, but she’d drifted away from the church as she grew up. She wasn’t much a fan of the large ceremonies and whatnot. If she had to pick any religion, it would be the Path, because to her it made the most logical sense, but the faceless immortals? She’d never truly been able to reconcile herself to that. Maybe Juno was full of it. But if not… The things she could learn if Juno was right. The questions she could ask. How many variations of personality would a Faceless Immortal have? How many lives had they lived? How well could they lie? If she could just spend a day with one… the possibilities were endless. She just had to get out of this stupid cell that wasn’t a cell first. So, trust Juno. That was her best bet now. Obviously Iden had abandoned her, or was busy worrying about saving his own hide to think about trying to vouch for her. She needed an out, and here it was. The corner of her mouth quirked up. “Tell me more.”
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Shara raised an eyebrow. She hadn't seen Juno since the night Josephine died, right after they all left the tavern. She'd had it in good mind to think Juno was Josephine's murderer, though the Sweeper had claimed that, a hard claim to disprove. And what would Juno gain from interrogating Shara now? She obviously wasn't just here for the fun of it. Like all of them, Juno had a goal, and she liked to shove her way through to get to them. Without her notes, Shara felt exposed, unable to guess what could happen. Unpredictable. Open ended. Would Juno follow the pattern? Shara's breathing quickened. She couldn't remember if she'd marked down any irregularities in Juno's disposition. Had Juno come to kill her? Did she think Shara would spill some important information in her interrogation? She'd mentioned the food hiding something. Would it hide weapons? Shara forced herself to calm down, yet again. Vials of metal or not, notes or not, she would not crack now. Obviously, she had something Juno wanted, and that gave her a slight upper hand. And, even without pewter, Shara knew how to put up a fight. She smiled and relaxed into the seat. "I am as well as I can be. What brings you here?"
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Sat in the tiny room that served as her prison cell, Shara had absolutely nothing to do. They’d taken her notes, her extra paper and pencils, and her vials of metal. Her secret, so well kept before, was out. Shara was a thug, and now everyone knew she was defenseless. She picked nervously at her pants, craving something to do with her hands. But without paper and a pencil, she had nothing. She paced. How to get out of this situation? Surely there was a way to pick the lock on the door, though as soon as she tried it she found it wasn’t a lock at all, but rather latched from the outside. So that was out. Maybe she could bust down--nope, no pewter, right. Maybe-- Stop it. Shara took a shaky breath. Escaping into the night wouldn’t look good on her. She could never return to Elendel again. The most logical and beneficial solution then was to stay and testify to her innocence. Surely Goren would believe her. Her reputation of calm, collected, logical thinking would precede her. It had to. And, of course, Iden would testify on her behalf. All Shara had to do was stay calm and she would be fine. She hoped.
