The Unknown Medallion

Less so now, but he wasn't feeling as elim to me as he seemed to be to everyone else. He was feeling pretty normal Mat reactivity levels, but then he did one post in particular that felt like "ehhhh, I don't like that," so now I'm mostly neutral on him.

Your vote is a mistake (should have been Silho), but Silho did indeed Soothe, in fact, the d4 said he soothed you.

I think the part of Mat that gets annoyed and hyperreacts to suspicion is still triggered by the Mobborn, despite it being a pseudo village. But I don't entirely remember how reactive he was.

Don't cry.

Aftermath: They Came For You Reve traced the stitches in her throat, trailing behind Scarthroat as the two walked back to the house Copper Copper had died near. What an amusing woman. She’d only sought Scarthroat out to seek a different ending. No matter how many times the Spiked destroyed Tyrian Falls and wiped out its inhabitants, she had endured but had been unable to leave the town’s borders. All the times the villagers had driven off the Spiked similarly failed to free her. The introduction of a third faction, one that sought dominion rather than ruin, might finally let her escape confinement. Once she’d decided to help the mob win, the rest was easy. Getting a new body had been the first step. She could only possess Spiked or those who produced otherwise damaged shadows, so she’d gained their trust by helping to kill Cloudy Copper. That goodwill let her propose a plan with the informers, a staged fight that left DeTess dead and Silho looking like a hero. She’d promised DeTess resurrection and immortality, and in some ways this was true, though the woman’s identity had been entirely subsumed into hers, causing only minor shifts in personality. Body secured, the next step was reaching out to the mob. Her ability to enhance her Connection with others only worked on a single person at a time, lasted only a short time, and required being forgotten by everyone before it could be used again, so she’d sought out an individual. She’d considered approaching Copper Copper as an easily manipulatable target, but he’d been killed before she could get to him. His killer was a loose end that would need to be dealt with. A mistborn was too powerful for her to fight alone even if she could physically harm others, so she’d needed an ally. Scarthroat had seemed the perfect choice; nobody in Tyrian could match a mistborn in a direct fight so an assassin who would kill without honor or mercy had the best chance of victory. Originally, she’d planned to have Dakker and Scarthroat kill each other. Once he was dead she would have no need for her, the mob’s victory would be assured. Scarthroat was loyal only to herself and would become a liability once the Connection wore off. The look in Scarthroat’s eyes as she’d drunk Reve’s blood convinced her that she’d miscalculated. Scarthroat wanted her, not an artificially close friend. She’d become so used to temporary alliances interspersing long periods of solitude that she’d forgotten that if her plan worked, she could make lasting relationships. If she made it out of this town, having an assassin by her side choosing to help her without coercion would be an incredible asset. Just for this one body, it would be worth the risk. She hurried to catch up with Scarthroat and began telling her about all the mistborn she’d watched die. ~ The loyalty of quokkas was a fickle thing, Silho mused, absently patting the four beasts squeaking at his feet. With their benefactor dead, all it took to gain a quartet of messengers for his own use was the offer of a hidden shelter and a bit of food. He lacked the resources to recruit enough quokkas to save himself, but he would be able to send word of his plight to anyone who might help. He reviewed his four letters. The first, a brief status report to his superiors in the Steel Ministry. Mission failed. Total casualties. Requesting backup to eliminate the following known skaa mistings: Amanuensis-Thug, Stick-Seeker, Storm-Coinshot, Matrim-Augur? Warning: Metal Mob may be active. -Informer Silho The second, to the woman who’d stepped in the way of the coins DeTess had shot at him. He couldn’t quite make sense of that incident. DeTess had been working with him, so why had she tried to kill him? If his savior had been shot full of coins, why couldn’t he remember what had happened to her after that? Perhaps a quokka would be able to figure it out. You saved me before. If you do it again, the Ministry will surely reward you. -Bargainer Silho The third, to the mob, if they even existed beyond the one deceased member. All who oppose the Final Empire will be crushed. Pledge to uphold The Lord Ruler’s will and execute all skaa mistings within your ranks, and your transgressions will be forgiven. -Ministry Silho Finally, to whoever had killed Copper Copper. If you find any more members of the metal mob who refuse to serve the Final Empire, execute them. Your services will not be forgotten. -Patro Silho One letter was given to each of the four quokkas, and Silho had just sent them on their way when he heard a constant high-pitched screaming coming closer and closer to his hideout. He peeked out the window to see a stampede of quokkas leading the remaining members of Tyrian Falls directly to him. So much for the loyalty of quokkas indeed. ~ Storm was filled with excitement as he followed the herd of quokkas to their destination. He hadn’t lived in Tyrian Falls for long, but he’d been right about Silho when everyone else had doubted him. Now his intuition was being rewarded by the quokkas, who were intent on avenging their deceased trainer and had chosen him as a successor. Silho had tried to hide, but he couldn’t escape the navigational skills of professional postcarriers. Silho emerged from his hideout in a fighting stance. Storm knew the man was a Soother, and wasn’t going to give him the chance to use his emotional manipulation powers. He grabbed a bag of clips from his pocket and shot them at Silho. Nobody was around to save him this time, and the coins ripped through his body, killing him instantly. “Hah!” Storm exclaimed, turning to face his three companions and a quokka that had run out of Silho’s hideout carrying a letter and now waited patiently at the trio’s feet. “I’ve saved Tyrian Falls! Now do you doubt my claim of being a Coinshot?” “Was that your only bag of coins?” Aman asked. Storm frowned. “What?” He suddenly noticed that Mat, Stick, and Aman looked grim and purposeful rather than ecstatic. “Tell me what’s going on.” Mat sighed and stepped forwards. “We didn’t want to have to do this to you, but we decided that you deserve the truth before you die.” Storm began backing away. “Die? Are you going to kill me? Why?” Stick moved up to Mat’s side. “Mat’s a member of the metal mob, and he recruited me early on. We wanted to recruit everyone in this town, but our superior, Scarthroat, only permitted us to have a total of three members, and unluckily for you, we decided on Aman as our third. He’s wanted this all along, after all.” “That’s ridiculous! Why am I not good enough? I’ll convince Scarthroat to let me join too, or kill whoever it takes to make me part of the mob.” Aman joined his companions, looking sorrowful but with a glee he couldn’t suppress. “Sorry Storm. I argued your case, but we need an established metal mob member to endorse us in order to become full members ourselves, and with Copper Copper dead, we have to play by Scarthroat’s rules for now.” Storm began to sob loudly to cover up his movements as he burned steel and launched a second handful of clips at the three mobsters. His attempted secrecy was in vain. Stick’s seeker powers alerted her the instant Storm began burning steel, and she warned her two companions. Mat burned his own steel and pushed back, freezing the coins in the air. Storm concentrated and began pushing the coins forward as hard as he could. For a second he thought he could win, but then Aman bounded forwards with pewter-enhanced speed. One punch brought Storm’s dreams to an end. ~ Scarthroat and Reve reached Dakker’s house at the same time as two quokkas. The first brought a letter to Reve, who read it and quickly discarded it. Staying with Scarthroat meant keeping her red stitches in, impossible if she traded DeTess’s body for Silho’s. He was of no consequence now. The second quokka circled the house twice, sniffing furiously, before turning and making a dash for the edge of town. “Copper Copper’s killer must have fled the town,” Scarthroat surmised. “Then it’s time. For us to. Leave as well.” Together, they headed for the outskirts of Tyrian Falls, only to be intercepted by Mat, Stick, and Aman. Scarthroat drew knives in either hand. “Explain yourselves! What have you been doing all this time?” Stick and Aman settled into combat stances while Mat’s face hardened. “You want a report? Well here it is. We won. Without you. We even killed a perfectly good recruit to satisfy your instructions so stop running around all by yourself and give us the introduction to the metal mob that we’ve earned.” Scarthroat bristled. Nobody was allowed to talk to her like that. She was weighing her options for killing all three of them when she felt Reve’s hand in hers and forced a smile instead. “Indeed. You’ve all done well. Tin Capone will be delighted to gain three powerful mistings such as yourselves. Follow me to his headquarters.” ~ The five of them began their long trek back to the mob’s base. Scarthroat’s smile was genuine now as she walked hand-in-hand with a woman only she could remember. There would be plenty of time to isolate the new trio of recruits and test their loyalty, ensuring they would either serve her or die. Anyone who survived would form the core of a faction that would support her as mob boss. Tin Capone wouldn’t know what hit him. Besides her, Reve hit the invisible barrier that had always trapped her in Tyrian Falls and passed through it effortlessly. The town’s endless cycle of salvation and destruction had finally found a new ending ~ Silhouette has died! They were an Iron Informer, and an Instinctive Soother. Aman (1): Stick Silho (3): Alpha, Aman, Stick, Mat The Mobborn have won! Congratulations to @Matrim's Dice, @_Stick_, and, I'm sure to his infinite excitement, @Amanuensis. Thanks to @Devotary of Spontaneity for both her help as an IM and as a Co-GM, her help was invaluable to this game running smoothly. GM thoughts to come hopefully soon. Player List: Documents:

Apologies, was busy. Cycle is retroactively closed at 9:30.

Nobody was voting Alpha when I first voted, and I realized who they were voting when I saw a vote count after I posted. Well, it wouldn't be ideal.

I should note that comment was ninja'd by a vote count (or pre dated it, I can't remember), and I did not connect Hawaiian Hello to Alpha. Honestly, I mostly unvoted because I knew one of you would call me out despite joke votes being well within my playstyle, and I didn't feel like getting exed for a dumb reason this game.

Atadin glared at dark shape. A younger member of the guard raced after her, but Atadin doubted he would catch her. Atadin turned to Valence. "Impressive. Thank you, I do think the guard could find a place for you." He offered his hand for Valence to shake.

Why? Could this (^ ͜ʖ^) face lie to you?

Reminder that you're not supposed to talk about currently running games no matter how small the detail until they finish. This guy is the one that took forever to digivolve, then became an angel, right? I originally thought this was the baby Greymon, but I think he was more pink and more bouncy, and those ears look like the wings, so I'm guessing this is the baby version of the other one. No idea what the lizard thing is though. Who are you voting? Also, I'm going to unvote Alpha because I don't think any of this Matters. But honestly Matrim's Dice has been feeling pretty good to me so far.

*looks meaningfully at my kindle* Does anyone else now have strong urge to try that? Also had no idea I had that many posts. I went "really?" and then looked and was like, wow. Edit: Should we maybe agree to bold or otherwise mark all of our votes for Alpha? Like, bolding makes it easier for the GM anyways and it isn't really hard to do.

Why are the colors in black and white?

For that, you're gonna get voted, Alpha.

Cycle Four: Bad Boys, Bad Boys For the first time in three days, the people of Tyrian Falls made a decision. “I hear Jen’s been spying on our private communications.” “They force us to send all our letters by quokka delivery. If we got rid of them, we’d be able to send messages much faster. “They’re letting those quokkas do all the work, leaving them enough time to sneak around in the dark. Who knows what they’ve gotten up to? I bet they killed Cloudy Copper and Copper Copper. They won’t rest until they’ve slaughtered every Copper in the Final Empire!” “...Right. Anyway, all in favor of apprehending Jen?” “Wait!” Storm cried. “I don’t like the looks of those quokkas. Why don’t we go after someone safer, like Silho?” “The man who punched a Spiked so hard she died? Those quokkas will be easy to handle. They’re so small after all, how bad can they be?” ~ Jen was desperately trying to get their quokkas to behave when the village found them. “Even if Im gone youll still help the village deliver their letters yes you will the town needs them I think they can still beat the informers and the mob who probably exist I mean there was that one guy who died but there must be more.” The quokkas chittered angrily at the intruders. Jen looked up and addressed them. “Sorry sorry its just that my quokkas depend on me for so much and theyre so useful to the town and if you could just give them a chance and not make them angry theyd appreciate it so much and find the informers for you I think its Silhouette because honestly that fight was so suspicious I think he was working with DeTess. The villagers blinked for a few seconds, then their faces hardened. Too late. Jen had already opened the quokka pen and hundreds of quokkas spilled out, trampling everything in their path. “Run!” the leader shouted, and the whole group scattered, fleeing for their lives barely ahead of the storm of quokkas. Only Jen didn’t run, crushed to death under the weight of their beloved pets. ~ Scarthroat had checked all the designated meeting places and found nothing, not even a note explaining the mobborn’s disappearance. The only thing she had found was Copper Copper’s dead body, unceremoniously left on the ground with a hole in his head where a coin had pierced it. Somebody was going to pay for this, and she’d start with whoever was trying to sneak up on her. She spun around, stabbing with a knife. The blade was intercepted, grabbed out of the air before it could pierce the chest of the woman who had been standing behind her. How had she gotten so close without her noticing? More importantly, why wasn’t she bleeding? She’d grabbed the blade of a glass knife in her bare hand, yet there was no evidence that it had cut her. Scarthroat grabbed a second knife with her left hand and buried it in the hollow of the unmoving woman’s throat. She gave no indication that this had harmed her at all, pulling the knife out while Scarthroat was still holding it to reveal a red line but no spilled blood. Scarthroat stumbled backwards, releasing her grip on her two knives and drawing a third. She stared at the unharmed woman who was making no move to attack, trying to remember her. Something about her was so familiar, like she should know her. Yet there was no way she would have forgotten either her appearance or her physical talents. “Who are you?” she rasped out. “What do you want?” “I. am. Reve,” she said, sounding like each word required considerable effort to speak. The hole in her throat couldn’t have been doing her any favors in that regard. “I. am. your. patron.” As she spoke, Scarthroat’s perception of Reve changed, every word making her feel closer to her, like she was a trusted friend she’d known all her life. With the last word though, Scarthroat snarled. She wasn’t going to let this woman have power over her, no matter that that prospect felt far more appealing than it had when anyone else demanded it. Her youngest brother had tried to manipulate her mind too, but rioting her feelings of guilt and pity hadn’t been enough to stop her from killing him. She would find a way to kill this woman too, no matter how much her mind screamed that she belonged with her. Reve walked up to her, holding both knives by the blade as she offered them back to Scarthroat. She began to speak again, her pauses growing less frequent, as she got more used to her body’s voice. “Claim this. town for. the mob. Kill any. person I. desire. In return. you get me. and my talents.” Scarthroat’s resolve began to crumble. She was already planning to claim this town for the mob, for herself once she assumed leadership. She had no qualms about killing anyone, so that part would be acceptable, even if the thought of being ordered to do so rankled. Those downsides were insignificant compared to the promise of having Reve by her side. If she could do this to her, surely together they could easily gain control of the mob and spread its influence across the Final Empire. “I won’t kill those loyal to me,” she agreed, taking her knives back. Reve nodded assent. “And, I need something to remember you by.” She dug the sharpened fingernails of her left hand into the open wound in Reve’s throat, coating her fingers red. She licked them clean, confirming that no matter what Reve’s powers were, she was still made of flesh and blood. Next, she pulled a glass needle and red thread out of another pocket. “Even if you make me forget you again, I’ll remember that you’re mine when I see these red stitches in your throat. Removing them means reneging on our agreement.” Reve nodded. “Make your stitches.” Scarthoat stepped forwards and began sewing the wound in Reve’s throat closed. Already, the false sensation that Reve was her close and trusted friend was fading, but that was alright. They had a stronger bond now, forged through mutual benefit. “Our first step is hunting down whoever killed Copper Copper. He was a liability, but outsiders cannot be allowed to kill members of the mob with impunity. If his death was instead the work of renegade mobborn, they will be given one chance to prove their loyalty before I sacrifice them to you.” ~ JNV has died! They were a Skaa Survivor, and an Inefficient Tineye JNV (3): Stick, Aman, Mat, Silho (2): Alpha, JNV If you have not received any PMs you have sent, PM me in your GMPM and I will get to it as soon as possible. If you have any concerns or trouble with other players, you can talk to @Devotary of Spontaneity. Some Things to Note: There is an Inactivity Filter of two cycles. If you do not post, you will be @ ed, then removed. There is a vote minimum of two total votes, and any ties will be decided randomly. PMs are open! If you wish to make a PM, do so at your leisure. Group PMs are still not allowed! This cycle will end at 9:30 PM MT on the 25th of April. Have fun! Player List:

Cycle closed! Rollover will probably be a bit extra long today.

Kas, your heart always lied to you, that’s why you use the big brain solving tactics.

Cycle Three: Four You The excitement of yesterday’s duel had proven addictive, and once again, two contestants were pushed into the town square. A brand new dueling arena had been constructed to ensure that DeTess and Silho fought one-on-one to prevent any more of the accidents or ‘accidents’ that had killed Forge. DeTess sighed. “Sorry Silho. I still think we should interrogate Stick for Forge’s death, but I won’t let you stand in my way. It’s nothing personal.” She pulled a handful of boxings from her pocket and aimed them at Silho. “Wait!” he cried. “That’s not fair. Put those boxings down and fight fair!” Even one of the people who’d been calling for Silho’s blood agreed. “Boxings are too lethal, wait boxings? You’ve always used clips for your allomancy before. All these weeks claiming that you couldn’t afford to pay back your debts and now you're willing to use twice that amount just to win a fight?!” “That’s right!” those already accusing DeTess exclaimed. “You must have already sold us out.” “Was it the ministry?” asked one. “Or the mob?” asked the other. “Either way, we’ll bring you to justice!” Silho declared, charging forwards. DeTess showed no hints of fear, instead steelpushing her coins forwards in a lethal barrage. Silho flinched, but the coins never reached him. Instead, they tore through the body of someone he almost recognized, but couldn’t quite name. As DeTess stared in shock, Silho seized his chance and punched her as hard as he could, right in the solar plexus. It shouldn’t have been a fatal blow, but DeTess gasped, the spike in her chest punched all the way through her body and out the other side. With the spike removed from its proper place, blood began to gush out, and nobody was fast enough to save her. As she died, she noticed that the person she had shot was smiling at her and winked once before feigning death. ~ “No casualties,” the report in Scarthroat’s hand read, the same as it had the previous day. Such a pointless waste to risk Tyrian Falls discovering her all for information that she already had just by looking. Clearly, the mobborn recruited from Tyrian didn’t trust her. She would just have to investigate personally and remind them who they should be obeying. She strode off towards the designated meeting place, determined to find out what secrets had been hidden from her. ~ Copper Copper clicked his tongue. Red, black, orange, brown, and gray, he was flooded by a color spray. He ceased burning tin. Thank the Tin Captain, thank Cappie Capone, thank him for this blessing. Thank him for laying this at Copper's feet. Copper Copper clicked his tongue. Door, door, suit, and shoe click, Copper Copper glared at the copper hick. He tore his eyes away. Couldn't be caught, not with this blessing. Blessing from the Tin Hand of the Lord Ruler. He was recruiting the best way he knew how. Copper Copper clicked his tongue. Knock, knock, click, and knock, Copper Copper waited for the door to unlock. Door to door, man to man to woman to child, he had visited them all. One time Copper Copper had been explained the human psyche by Tin Capone, bless the man. Carrot and Stick. First, you shower praise, Capone had said, you offer gifts, rewards, and promises. Then, when that doubtless didn't work, you offered cold steel and colder threats until they broke or bent. Bless the man, and bless his wisdom. Copper Copper clicked his tongue. Wood, steel, iron, and brass, Copper Copper stepped back smoothly when the door opened fast. Pure luck, but could anything be called luck when sent by the Lord Ruler's chosen? "Who're you?" Copper Copper clicked his tongue. Words, sound, say, and pray. "The name's Copper Copper, and today's your lucky day!" "Don't seem so lucky. Why're you here?" "I am a member of the Metal Mob, also called the Mobborn-" The door shut. Not even enough time for the stick, Copper Copper mourned. Copper Copper clicked his tongue. Step, crack, moss, and stone, he moved to the house that stood alone. He walked up the steps. Knock, knock, click, and knock, Copper Copper waited for the door to open. It did not. Copper Copper knocked again, knock, knock, click, knock, knock, and BOOM! Copper Copper clicked his tongue no longer. In fact, the only sound was the clink of a coin hitting the ground, and slowly spinning to a halt. The door opened. Dakker stepped out, and before the coin rested on the ground, it flew to his hand. He admired it for a moment, bloody and gleaming, "Such a waste," he murmured, then dropped it to the ground once again. Tassels swirled and Dakker flew. ~ Today had been a good day for Reve. She’d been able to claim a new shadow and a new body. Her old one had been too badly damaged by the coins, but DeTess’s former body was mostly intact, just missing a bit of blood. Perfectly suitable for her needs. Tonight would be a break for her, for there was no scent of impending death. Not ideal, but it gave her time to focus on another lead, a stranger who reeked of past death. She forced her new body’s lips into a smile. Perhaps this would finally be her chance to escape Tyrian Falls and begin harvesting shadows from the entire world. ~ DeTess has been exed! She was an Iron Informer and an Experimental Coinshot. Aman (1): Alpha Stick (1): DeTess Silho (1): Aman, JNV DeTess (2): Mat, Stick JNV (1): Silho If you have not received any PMs you have sent, PM me in your GMPM and I will get to it as soon as possible. If you have any concerns or trouble with other players, you can talk to @Devotary of Spontaneity Some Things to Note: There is an Inactivity Filter of two cycles. If you do not post, you will be @ ed, then removed. There is a vote minimum of two total votes, and any ties will be decided randomly. PMs are closed! If you wish to make a PM, you must send an order in your GMPM, and it will be made at the start of the next turn. This cycle will end at 9:30 PM MT on the 23rd of April. Have fun! Player List:

Cycle closed! No more talking, Alpha.

20 minutes! Get your votes and actions in!

No-one wins, it is a mutual loss for all factions.

Yes.

Cycle Two - When They Come Forge Tabowtit and Stick faced each other in the village square, each flanked by two accomplices. The remaining inhabitants cheered them on as the pair began beating each other into the ground for the privilege of being cleared of suspicion for another day. Neither combatant could gain the advantage, nor did they show signs of exhaustion, and soon their respective attendants grew restless. Nobody in the crowd could see which of the four moved first, but within seconds all six of them were engaged in an even more bloodthirsty brawl than the original ruleless bout. The crowd cheered louder, no longer caring who was innocent and who was guilty. Emboldened, Forge threw aside two of his opponents and closed in on Stick. “Wait!” Stick cried. “I’m the skaa seeker.” Forge hesitated for a crucial moment, his thoughts slowed by his bloodlust. Those seconds of delay proved fatal as Stick and her allies recovered, surrounding Forge and crushing him between them. He fell to the ground and didn’t get up. ~ What a mess. A whole day of tracking down her informants and the ministry’s collaborators only to result in a hopelessly muddled tangle of accusations, pointless theatrics, and one unwarranted death. In all the frenzied commotion, it had been easy for Scarthroat to slip into the village and blend in with the spectators to Forge’s demise. He hadn’t even been interrogated before his accusers had struck the final blow; careless error or deliberate silencing? A quick end meant everyone would have to start over tomorrow with little information. Any confession made under coercion was worthless of course, but observing the crowd’s reaction might have revealed those who cared too much or too little about Forge. Plus, the joy of slowly exsanguinating someone was its own reward. ~ Reve stumbled into the misty night, following the pull of impending death. The day’s events had been disappointing; she hadn’t been able to reach Forge’s body before his shadow moved on. A missed opportunity to add to her numbers that she would rectify tonight when the ministry attacked. Infiltrations of Tyrian Falls always involved assassinations come nightfall, and her sense that someone was about to die was activating right on cue. She loosened her connection to her body and it collapsed to an inert clump of meat hidden in the darkness. She’d be able to watch safely from here. ~ Cloudy Copper had forgotten the way home. He’d etched a map on a copper ingot to help him remember, but he seemed to have lost it. He had a vague memory of hitting someone with it, the dead man with the forgettable name. Regardless, he’d gotten lost enough that he’d find his home just as surely as his map. He just had to keep wandering these misty roads until he stumbled across either of them. He paused, having a better idea. He could burn gold until he found a version of himself that had a good memory and sense of direction. He searched through alternate self after alternate self until at last he found someone with the proper skills. Aha! He remembered where his house was! He took one confident step in the right direction and tripped over something large and heavy in the dark. A body? Before he could get to his feet, the mists dispersed around him, revealing a figure in a mistcloak wielding a glass knife that reflected what little starlight reached them. One slash and Cloudy Copper fell all the way to the ground. The mistcloaked figure cut him one more time and disappeared into the mists without checking whether Cloudy was still breathing. If they had, they would have noticed one of the two bodies getting up and walking away, her consciousness expanded by one more shadow. Archer has been exed! He was a Skaa Survivor, and an Experimental Coinshot. Araris has died! He was a Skaa Survivor, and a Useless Augur. Alpha (1): DeTess Archer (3): Silho, Araris, Stick Stick (3): Aman, Mat, Archer Araris (1): Alpha If you have not received any PMs you have sent, PM me in your GMPM and I will get to it as soon as possible. If you have any concerns or trouble with other players, you can talk to @Devotary of Spontaneity. The rules are also available for your perusal here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FHjcSnyL8yBw4PAU14BhuA04xNlyKcoQ8lItNCbSUSc/edit?usp=drivesdk Some Things to Note: There is an Inactivity Filter of two cycles. If you do not post, you will be @ ed, then removed. There is a vote minimum of two total votes, and any ties will be decided randomly. PMs are closed! If you wish to make a PM, you must send an order in your GMPM, and it will be made at the start of the next turn. This cycle will end at 9:30 PM MT on the 21st of April. Have fun! Player List:

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I have this as correct.