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Kghilis smiled; again, the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “My name is Steve.” He released River from the chokehold. “If you try that again, I will kill you.” He walked behind the counter, disappearing through a small wooden door that led back to his quarters.

Kghilis frowned at him.

Kghilis moves quickly, grabbing the still-invisible River by the throat and pressing, constricting his breathing.

The doorbell rang and Kghilis walked in, his black coat rustling ominously. “I don’t think that’s something you would want to do.” He grinned, but his eyes remained cold and wide. “You know, hypothetically,” he added.

Thanks!!! Oh, and congrats on the job. That’s awesome!!

Tap on the quote box, tap the thing with the arrows, then press delete. (To add one, press the “ symbol (fifth from the left)) TPBM has read something by Isaac Asimov.

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Sorry to kinda step on your toes a little bit, Alpha, but I really want to get to the finals and I'm worried people will lose interest, so I made a google form: Roast Battle Voting (Preservation v. Ruin, Honor v. OreSeur) - Google Forms

I think the Assassin balances that pretty well. The problem was that the village had an info deficit — I think if I or somebody else were to rerun this, we should find a way to make flips more common. Maybe Blades can be active instead of passive.

Mat has it, but item switches aren’t indicated in the writeup. I didn’t PM anybody, though, so…?

MR64 Aftermath: The Fall of Crimson It is not your time. Jade NeVron’s thoughts came into focus, then blurred. …What? Where were they? What was happening? I… died? It is not your- uh, your- just, uh, yeah. I gotta go. Jade blinked (although they weren’t aware their eyes had been open in the first place) and the world came into view. They were sprawled on the ground on the edge of the forests, breathing hard. It occurred to them that they’d died here, but there were no wounds on their person, and the blood that had been coming from their shoulder was gone. Between the houses of Crimson, they saw a hooded figure running from two scary-looking people with knives. They wondered what that was about. Eh. None of my business. They picked themself up off the ground, dusted themself off, and began to trudge back to their house. * Frederrick ran for his life. What on Vax had he been thinking, staying and trying to save the homesteaders? There were much larger things at stake. When the boy had died, it had truly shaken him – Frederrick suspected that Jorma had been working for the Ghostbloods, but no one deserved to die that early. He sprinted down a side street, wishing he’d bothered to take a weapon with him. The street narrowed, forcing the Ghostbloods to run at him single-file. Frederrick turned a corner, and a Ghostblood stood in front of him, grinning as she stabbed him in the gut. “Thanks,” she whispered as he dropped to the floor, eyes wide. * Lazy Bones sighed as the mob showed up at his house yet again. “What’s it this time?” he asked. “Y’know, just go ahead and kill me. I don’t want to know.” * Tess hummed as she sliced a piece of dried meat with her knife. The Forests weren’t so bad really. Master Thaidakar had certainly sent her to worse places. She looked away for a moment, and when she focused back on her food, she realized that she’d sliced a small piece of skin from her thumb. Her eyes widened as a drop of blood began to form. Breathe. It’s okay. You’ll be fine. Tess found that hard to believe as the shade descended on her. She held her silver knife at length, slashing, and the form dissipated. She quickly applied a bandage to the wound, breathing hard. “Tess!” She turned to see her fellow Ghostbloods approaching from behind her. One of them twirled her finger and grew a vine up a tree. “We’ve got the asset. Let’s go.” JNV has been resurrected! Ashbringer has become a Shade! The Known Novel has become a Shade! Amanuensis has become a Shade! TheAlpha929 has been sent to the Spiritual Realm! He was a Protector of the Dawnshard! And that's a wrap! Congrats to the Ghostbloods (@DeTess, @Matrim's Dice, and @|TJ|). Thanks for playing . I lost my glasses yesterday, so looking at my computer gives me a massive headache (thus the subpar writeup and long rollover). Thanks also to @StrikerEZ for his help the first rollover and for generally being an awesome IM. Player List. Docs.

MR64 Cycle Four: A Pool of Crimson Professor Ashford Longfellow stirred his batch of beer, pondering his situation. …were you supposed to stir it? He supposed it couldn’t matter too much. Anyway. He glanced at the letter from his boss, detailing a meticulous, well-thought-out plan. He didn’t much care for plans such as that. The chance of failure was much too large… He turned as a stick snapped outside his window. “Show yourself!” he declared. “I know Alloma-” The window shattered, a hundred tiny pieces of metal shooting towards him at an alarming speed. Muscle memory served him well, and he jumped out of the way, Pushing on most of them, the few that he missed sailing past him and crashing into the wall behind him. His assailant didn’t relent; Longfellow gritted his teeth and dug the heels of his boots into the wooden floor for leverage. What followed were some of the longest seconds of Longfellow’s life. He gritted his teeth, focusing all his energy into his Push; despite that, the metal shards inched closer and closer to his position. Rusts! He changed tactics, turning and Pushing the shards perpendicular to where his attacker was pushing them. Most obeyed, flying off into the corner of the room. Unfortunately, the six that he’d missed flew straight through his body, puncturing several major organs. Longfellow fell to the ground, convulsing and yelling out in pain. His attacker appeared above him, covering his mouth and smiling as the professor thrashed, a pool of crimson spilling onto the planks of the floor. * The Lustrous Parbem, the Surveyor and the Guide, was not sleeping when the angry mob knocked on her door. “Oi,” said the man at the head of the mob. “You show up here, claiming to be some fancy ‘surveyor’ type, then all these disappearances start happening. Coincidence? I think not!” She narrowed her eyes at them, then said something in her own language, which Silven translated to: “Go, er, do… something… to yourselves.” The mob cried out, first in mild confusion, then in outrage, yelling as they charged at the two of them, pitchforks sharp and torches lit. Vote Count. Devo (3): TJ, Aman, Ash TJ (1): Mat Wonko the Sane has become a Shade! Devotary of Spontaneity has become a Shade! Cycle Four has begun! The turn will end on June 20, 2023 at 7:30 PM PDT. Participants. Rule Clarifications (still in progress)

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