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Wonko the Sane

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  1. I suppose I have been hiding behind Clanky somewhat. It's true that he talked me into taking action, but that would not have been possible if I were not already very suspicious of you. Surely you cannot fault me for acting aggressively regarding our suspicions, when you yourself did the same last cycle? You have not said anything to ease those suspicions, but I will, against my better judgement, hold off on a further attack. That may change in three turns, when you become a threat once again. EDIT: I have just confirmed that the Analyst was online today, but has still not opened themselves up for scanning. I warn you that I am not bluffing. IRL problems or no, if you do not comply with this, I will see you dead.
  2. What information? That's the biggest critical difference about this lynch -- we don't learn anything from it. It is exclusively an offensive weapon. It can't be used to gain information, only to act on it. The supposed lie was that of the abilities you claimed to Clanky, only one was capable of targeting players. You claimed to have targeted Stink with it, and no one else. Yet, we know that you also targeted Danosaur with something. So, do you have an explanation for this discrepancy?
  3. He was unbelievably lucky to break out, and even so, he's crippled. I'm sorry, I just can't see them taking that chance. And if they did, it was a terrible, terrible idea. Maill, as he explained it to me, he called for the attack because he caught you in a lie last round that no Villager would have any reason to make. Something about who you had and hadn't used your abilities on. Also, what does WGG stand for? I've gathered what it means, but this is still bothering me.
  4. I was the attacker. Maill survived because Bone isn't strong enough to kill. But this was all Clanky's idea, and he promised he would take the blame if it went wrong! Please don't hurt me! This last turn has caused me to grow significantly more suspicious of my Analyst. Not only do they seem to resist the plan to confirm them at every turn, but some information to which only they were privy has leaked out somehow. It's still possible that we were victims of PM spies, but I would be wary of them for now. Their scan last night failed. They scanned Haelbarde, even though I had already relayed the fact that Hael had lied publicly. They had plenty of time to change it. They have cited real-world stress as the source of this lapse, and I am still willing to believe that -- but it is just one more stroke against them. They have promised to cooperate with the test this round. If they fail to do so, I intend to reveal their name so that we can kill them, and find out their alignment that way.
  5. Aman, I'll confess that I actually missed submitting actions last night. I was going to try to steal, and since I don't know what you are, it may well have been your gang. But through inactivity, I missed my chance, and I wasn't your thief. At risk of strengthening the rumors about myself and Lopen, I am also going to vote for Strawman, who is behaving bizarrely and erratically. I saved Lopen because he was talking, and talk catches Eliminators. It looks like others agreed with me. If you'll recall, I only asked that people reconsider C1-lynching Lopen. I may have been out of the game for a while, but when I was playing, people generally considered that a bad idea. It was other players who decided to force the lynch, and I decided if we were going to lose one or the other, the more inactive one was better. A warning to everyone: Things have come up in my life, and while I am doing my utmost to be a good player, I am having trouble keeping up in real-time. I'm not going to go inactive, but I won't be as useful as I'd like to be.
  6. Clanky, I believe the rules mention that you can go to Imre once a cycle. It could be different for someone in your position, though. Have you tried for your Pipes yet? If you could get your hands on a set of those, and stay at the Mews, you could suddenly go from an extra head for discussion to the Village MVP. We almost literally cannot afford to lose any more players, which means that the most valuable roles right now are protectors. And, as I have discovered myself, the most powerful protection role in this game is not a Physicker, it's a generous rich guy. Bloodless make ideal gifts, because they are literally useless to the Skindancers. The only thing you risk is the 5 talents you paid for it. I recommend you start buying them by the shipment, and distribute them liberally. If you're willing, I'd take regular updates on Assassin and Bodyguard prices, and the availability of Grams. I'd like even better to be kept aware of the state of Black Market contracts. It just occurred to me that you guys have a much more valid reason to target me and Stink than trying to play the odds. We are the only players who could realistically afford to Assassins on anything resembling a regular basis. With Clanky and myself about to do our darnedest to devalue the Bloodless, the Skindancers are going to have to rely far more heavily on kills. Assuming we don't do that part for them. *sigh* The mercenary situation in Imre is clearly getting out of hand, by the way, and the mayor or townmaster or whoever the heck is in charge of that cesspit needs to get on top of that. One fatal encounter with a drunken mercenary is a tragic accident. Two or three probably indicates a need for social reform. What we've got going here is a sizeable band of remorseless serial killers living happy and unmolested in the middle of your town. If we consider ourselves a reasonably representative cross-section of life in Imre and the University, then something like 20-30% of the city population have to be murderers. That's ridiculous, Imre ruler guy, and you should be ashamed of yourself.
  7. FInished version of my RP from the Day cycle.: Walker Curtis was almost certain that he was not about to explode. With that knowledge reassuring him, he raised the dropper with a steady hand, then very carefully added one, two, three drops of the new formula into the blood sample. Then, placing the sample under his microscope, he began to observe the effects. "Trial 23-A. Begin recording observations," he said aloud. A small chirrup from his mobile, resting on the table, informed him that it had started recording everything was saying.. "Note: due to the energetic nature of recent failures, sample donor has been changed from subject Megaton to subject Heartmender." And thank God for that, he thought to himself, feeling at the ridges where his eyebrows used to be. After a short wait, he finally noticed some movement. "Ten minutes, thirty-six seconds. Attempt 23 is showing signs of activity." He adjusted the focus on the microscope looking for the primary target of this trial. When it came into focus, he couldn't hold back a grin. "Selective activity of Attempt 23 is a confirmed success. The pathogen can be clearly seen attaching itself to mutated cells only. Nonmutated cells are ignored." This was fantastic; it was the first time the formula had displayed functioning selectivity since he had begun trying for it with Attempt 4. He settled in to wait for the second half of the test. A quarter of an hour later, it began. "Twenty-seven minutes, 8 seconds. Cellular reparation appears to be completed. The pathogen is preparing to detach from the host cells." Walker watched eagerly as the first of the tiny machines pulled free of the blood cell it had been working on and dissolved into the plasma. It left behind the cell of an Epic. Walker sighed. "Cellular reparation in Attempt 23 is a confirmed failure. The mutated cells remain unaltered, and if my luck holds true -- Ah, there they go." The released cells had begun to vibrate steadily. "As before, the pathogen appears to have triggered the activation of the mutated cells. This remains an inexplicable phenomenon, despite my best efforts to figure out the cause. "Given Heartmender's considerable regenerative abilities, I anticipate that the sample will be revitalized until it is indistinguishable from freshly donated." Walker was glad he'd switched test subjects; it was usually at this point that Megaton's explosion-based powers would destroy a sizable section of... He suddenly snapped back to the present and noticed what was happening. "It would appear that I was mistaken. The mutated sample cells are grouping together at the center of the dish, and they appear to be.. changing? Ah! They are transforming themselves into a variety of other human cells. Fascinating! I think that that these cells are attempting to reconstruct Heartmender from her genetic code and whatever raw material it can scavenge from her blood sample." Indeed, sections of tissue and muscle appeared to be forming throughout the sample dish. And then, slowly, the mutating sample began take shape. "This is truly remarkable," He recorded. "The sample is arranging itself into a humanoid shape, desperate to follow its genetic instructions, but lacking the requisite mass. It..." It sat up. Walker jerked backward from the microscope and stumbled to the floor, looking on in horror as the thing jumped from his sample dish, landing on a lab table nearly ten feet away. Of course, thought the scientist locked away at the back of his gibbering mind; It's using Heartmender's secondary powers of enhanced muscle strength and reflexes. The thing's head jerked back and forth animalistically, before it suddenly leapt at the tiny window at the top of the far wall. It shattered its way through one of the small glass panels, and disappeared into the night outside. Walker stared after it for some time after it had gone. He turned back to his mobile, heart still racing with terror. "Note: cancel all planned trials of Cure Attempt 23. Contact Heartmender and inform her that the blood sample she gave me has... run away. End of trial." He slipped his mobile into its holster at his waist. It hardly felt real, saying it out loud like that. He wondered if he was going mad. Still in a state of numbed shock, he spent several minutes cleaning his lab, before climbing the stairs to his bedroom. As though there were any chance of him sleeping tonight.
  8. I just realized that I haven't RP'd, so I'm gonna scratch something out really quick for the sake of a point. I reserve the right to reverse any character decisions I'm about to make, because I'm not thinking them over at all. ---------- Walker Curtis was almost certain that he was not about to explode. With that knowledge reassuring him, he raised the dropper with a steady hand, then very carefully added one, two, three drops of the new formula into the blood sample. Then, placing the sample under his microscope, he began to observe the effects. "Trial 23-A. Begin notes," he said aloud. A small chirrup from his mobile, resting on the table, informed him that it had started recording. "Due to the energetic nature of recent failures, sample donor has been changed from subject Megaton to subject Fleshweaver." And thank God for that, he thought to himself. Out of time, continued next turn. Hopefully this counts?
  9. Except that a tie just randomizes the vote, which isn't in anyone's best interest. I'd much rather choose and be wrong than let it go to a coin toss; we learn more that way. Sorry, Phattemer, but it looks like you're the sacrificial lamb to keep Lopen alive.
  10. Yeah, that was BB, who tried to reply to a question I asked him at the end of last round. He claimed, without explanation, to have cleared my Analyst, which was not something he'd told me before, and I had asked him to tell me how he'd done it, so I could know how ironclad the confirmation was. He then tried to reply this round. Luckily, Wilson caught it and made him delete it before I ever saw it. On a related topic, Elbereth, BB is dead. He was killed in the Absentminded Massacre (come on, let it stick... ). His elevation status is no longer relevant. And Clanky, unless the Master-level elevation is treated differently in the write-up than the others three, we'll automatically know the moment anyone becomes a Master, because it will be their fourth elevation. As things stand, no fourth elevation has been reported. The closest we have are our two El'the players, DC and Elbereth, who will become masters as soon as they are able to accumulate 15 EP in a field.
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