Aeoryi

Well, if things go south I can always unvote myself. I mean, although it loses the bait effect, it makes people actually have to think before voting me, and especially in the case of a day 1 type of thing, generate reasonable suspicions. Ingenious if you ask me I've made it one vote easier to elim hammer me haven't I

I've explained why self voting is a good thing in my (worst) game Here, where I've linked the comment. Uh... it's a thing I do occasionally. Mat can tell you the backstory.

Welp, I self voted so it's to late In hindsight, don't pick tails

Sono thought. It was too strange. If rem was indeed a spiked, it would explain many things. It had to be Rem. Sink would finalize why later. Rem

Melody left. Retreated to her room, the place she had been the least. Maybe it was because she was simply a nomad. Now that she thought about it, the more she did, she realized that she never did really have a home. And she had never wanted one. It was strange in hindsight. Why didn't she want a place to stay, a place to live? Because I don't deserve to live. Did she really? The more she thought, the more she realized how much of her actions were dictated by the fact that time would mend her bones if she fell or repair her heart if she died. The fact that she didn't have to worry about living, and instead worried about other people living instead. Maybe she thought she didn't need to live, other people did instead. She had been reaching for death, or as close as she could get ever since she became Melody. Ever since I became Melody. That left the cold hard truth lying in her heart. She wasn't Melody. She never could be. She never could improve, no matter how hard she tried. She tried to help others, but it never worked. Maybe that's just a sign of how much of a failure I am. A failure why? Because she had failed the people? What did they even mean to her? Why did she even care? I have to give back. I have to. Give back what? What had she taken? Their happiness. Their lives. Their joy, and sense of security. Their fearlessness and innocence. Their inner conflicts. She couldn't stop herself from remembering. Why do I not want to remember? Because she hated herself, even if she tried to externalize her own identity. "You know, I used to think something." A voice said originating from outside the window. Upon farther investigation, she realized it was herself. Not Awaken, herself. The skies were brilliantly clear, showing all of the Ethercosm behind them. Melody allowed her other self to continue talking. "I used to think I was above conflicts, and that the best way to win them was just to avoid them altogether." That means nothing to me now. I'm too wrapped up in others' conflicts in order to avoid my own. "I used to worry, to grieve about the day I would finally have to encounter one." The words echoed into the unresponsive night. "I worried about being worried." Melody nodded. She too worried about that, but she had other things to help suppress it. "And so I tried to help. I tried everything to save them." Her reflection spoke clearly and without hesitation, but there was a pause to emphasize the thought behind each word. "I did too." Melody finally whispered, barely audible. Her reflection smiled. "I know. I decided the same thing too." A sigh eminated from the other person. "And then I realized that the best way to help others is to remove yourself entirely. Remove your influence and never have to worry again! It was perfect!" "And then what?" Melody asked quietly, as if she was scared to disturb the stars in the distance. "It worked. It worked perfectly." The other Melody gave a twisted smile. "It worked perfectly. And you know it will too. You're just afraid of it." "I am not." Melody responded. "You are. Deep inside, you truly are. You know that the only way to become a better person is to remove yourself altogether. Sometimes, the infection can only be defeated by removing the skin. Admit it! You are the skin and the infection. It is your responsibility to remove yourself. Admit it." "No." Melody said, but internally wondered if it was actually true. She didn't want to know. She wasn't wrong. I am afraid. Because it's true. She wanted to cry, but held it together. The reflection refused to relent. "It is your duty. Accept it with honor." "No I won't. Because it isn't the right thing to do." Melody said with a quivering voice. "Very well. I don't think I have to tell you again. You know the right choice, and you know how to execute it. I will leave it up to you to accept your fate." The reflection smiled, then shimmered a bit, clearly fading. "Do what is the best for others. You know you will." "I won't! I won't accept it, because it is wrong!" Melody exclaimed, letting her voice pierce the night skies. She continued, "I will never!" But she realized the reflection of herself was gone. It's all a lie, everything it said. It isn't me. It can't be me, she thought, I hope. Perhaps the reason why the tears never came was because on the inside, she knew it was all true.

I just read it as "probably illwei stuff idk how they normally are" and moved on imo

It looks like it's me first in terms of where the votes are going, so I'm going to do the greatest thing ever done Aeoryi/Ookla the Resolute ( @Ookla the Resolute) I know this will annoy some people but pile on folks

I agree. Eddie is real @Ookla of Hope @Ookla the Cheesy both lose the game'

that is probably one of the worst spellings of my name ever Intent to vote no one

Just... I dunno Bold it, underline it, and put it in purple?

But these ones don't count, right? EDIT: does pink work You still have to vote in Red, correct? Text

This orange And this purple?

And what is the process?

Melody saw Rue, but just walked by and said nothing. It was clear that Rue was in a fowl mood. @Ookla the Believer

There's a process?

*Psssttt* ping the person you voted for Now it would be pure evil to vote on stick again

Gimme a sec

That was a joke...