Szeth Pancakes

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Sconce (light fixture) - Wikipedia Edit: looked it up and "ensconce" and "renaissance" are other options Edit 2: "Hans" Edit 3: "crossaints"

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"I saw you read it: why would you lie?"

"Hey y'all," said Hoid, who'd finally gotten through customs. "Whatcha up to?"

"Did you get my letter?" asked a voice from the sky.

Baffled, the snail scratched its head,

"Want some cheese?" it read.

One day, he got some mail

Meet Me at Midnight "Well, well, well." He smiles at you from across the table, his trademark unnerving grin, the one that you know so well now, glinting in the light of the stained-glass windows. Wait- no, that's wrong. Okay. There's no table. The two of you are... how about: he's in your house, sitting on your couch, sipping at some tea. You turn on Community, Season 6 Episode 10, "RV Repair and Palmistry." This is when the show is really starting to dive deep into the meta stuff, with flashbacks that aren't really flashbacks, constant fourth wall-breaking, all that jazz. Abed's face scrunches up, and a title card flashes: One Week-- oh, wait, I guess now it's One And a Half Weeks Earlier. The Floral and Cochalis are talking. You hear the rest of their conversation from the previous iteration of the time loop, only now the scene continues, and they wander down into the basement. It's dark, creepy; you get the gist. It would be cold, only they're inside a giant tree hundreds of feet in the air. Trapped in what looks like a jail cell downstairs is a person. If you played the role of "Affected" in this game, you're that person, whoever they are. You're a Carnation scion; one day, your Floral took you downstairs and forcibly injected you with some sort of shimmering black, oozing substance that he called "Midnight Essence." Since then, your reality has disintegrated, shattering into a thousand disparate pieces. You have become aware that you are not real, in the strictest sense. That you're a figment of the Narrative, to be used by it and discarded as necessary. You're learning all this now, as I'm telling it to you. The only thing you've done before this is murder Matrim. All you can remember is that insatiable bloodlust, the profound desire to break things- and people- that comes with mixing Whimsical Investiture into midnight essence then gluing the whole mess haphazardly to someone's spiritweb and hoping it sticks. That desire hasn't arrived yet, fortunately. (This is still a flashback, of course. But your heightened awareness of the Narrative has made you come unstuck in time, experiencing the story in the same order as the readers. (You're still a reader, too. Don't forget that.)) You must be confused right now. Good. It turns out that the fourth wall is load-bearing. If you break it down, the rest of the story's structure comes with it, and you're left with... whatever this is. Me, talking to you, but it's not really me and it's not really you and is this even set in the cosmere anymore? You, or the Affected, if you're a villager, blankly stare(s) at Cochalis and the Floral as they talk. You/it try/tries to make out their words, but they refuse to take hold in your mind. A symptom of the Midnight Essence, you/it presume(d). Cochalis gets angry, throwing his hands up in the air; the Floral frowns, readying a needle of Midnight Essence behind his back. The Floral tries to surprise Cochalis by slamming the needle into his arm, but he misses, and Cochalis darts out of the room, running upstairs. It's midnight now. I told you to meet me here, remember? They/you tried to kill (execute- that sounds more civil, doesn't it?) you/it, but it didn't work. As soon as the axe, or guillotine, or whatever your weapon of choice is, split your/its head in two, you/it reached out, rewinding the Narrative. But there's no narrative to rewind anymore, is there? You/it won. They/You can't remove you/it anymore-- there are only two of them/you left. Removing someone takes three complaints, and that's the only way to truly kill an Affected-- by appealing to a power above the Narrative; in this case, the very foundation of the game itself. You/they didn't figure it out, though. That's unfortunate. Is it my fault? Was the "COMPLAIN" in big red letters in the third iteration of Day Three not enough? Is it the IM's fault, for removing the barrier to complaints and turning them into a part of the game, making it impossible to stage the use of complaints as a revelation? Perhaps this game wasn't as thought through as I had presumed it was. Oh, this is the Aftermath, by the way. You've probably figured that out by now. So, you may be wondering, what's the point? What's the end of the story? There isn't one, as far as I know. You'll have to make your own. ----------- [Frustration was removed using complaints! He was a Non-Affected Fighter!] [Aeoryi was killed in Real Life! They were a Non-Affected Mindmage!] The Affected have won! Congrats to @JNV and @The Known Novel. I know this was a... weird experience, to put it mildly. I'll give you more context & insight into my thought process in my GM notes later, but I have homework to get done and writing this writeup has made me feel like I'm going insane. Meet me at midnight! - Szeth *** Docs: Players:

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LG97 Day Four: Bloodshed, Crimson Clover Ka-crack. The sound came from the floor below Matrim. Odd- there shouldn’t have been anyone down there this late. The dorms (which weren’t, of course, officially called dorms; most of House Peony was composed of University graduates, and the name had carried over) were located on the top floor of the House, and the curfew was strictly enforced. It was probably a fellow scion sneaking out for a midnight rendezvous with a lover in another House. Nonetheless, it was with some amount of trepidation that he descended the stairs, flashlight clutched in hand. He’d heard stories of scions on night duty being murdered by members of rival houses: so as to not befall the same fate, he clutched the hilt of his rapier, ready to draw it out of his scabbard at a moment’s notice if need be. Thunk, he heard as he reached the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, wriggling his toes nervously in the soil-covered floor. “Who’s there?” he asserted loudly. One of the doors began to make a strange creaking noise. He walked closer to investigate, readying his sword as the door caved in with a massive crunch. It took his mind a few seconds to process the… thing that emerged. It had dozens of long, angular, pointed legs, poking out from a bulbous body. Its purple, slimy skin emitted a putrescent odor; rot and decay filled Mat’s nose as he dropped his weapon in shock. It bared its teeth, long and sharp, and began crawling towards him at an alarming speed. Mat’s survival instincts kicked in, his heart pumping, adrenaline filling his body, and he ran down the hallway, the monster easily gaining on him. As he ran, one of its claws reached out and speared him elegantly through the abdomen. He fell to the ground, shaking, blood leaking out of his stomach and snaking up his throat, choking him as he died. ------------ Matrim's Dice has been killed! He was a Non-Affected Protector. The turn ends at 7:00 PM PDT on Saturday, October 21. [I have a previously-scheduled thing at the normal time.] Players:

Whoops — turn was over 14 minutes ago! That’s it.

Congratulations! You broke the loop. Keep doing what you're doing (꒪ω꒪υ) LG97 Night Three: I Think There's Been a Glitch One week ago Cochalis felt… odd. Something was off. Something was off. Something was– His mind unraveled, twisting in on itself, the Narrative fracturing, all he could see was the Floral’s sickening, wide grin, all he could see, grin, sickening, Floral– “Hey. Snap out of it,” said the Floral’s voice from the other side of the table. Cochalis woke up, though he wondered if he’d truly been asleep. “Do you ever get the feeling…” Cochalis asked hesitantly, “that you didn’t exist before today?” “You’re catching on.” The Floral laughed mirthlessly. “Now, the reason I called you here is because you have an extremely high base amount of Investiture. So much that you’re beginning to sense the fabric of what I call the Narrative.” “What do you mean?” “I said I was going to show you, didn’t I?” He had, hadn’t he? For some reason, the earlier part of their conversation seemed like it had taken place ages ago. “Follow me.” The Floral got up from the table, motioning for Cochalis to do the same. The two of them walked back through the hallway, the incandescent lighting dancing eerily across their faces. Didn’t there used to be stained-glass windows here? thought Cochalis vaguely. Something was off. Something was off. Something– *** Perched regally on his branch, Whamsy surveyed his Shardic territory. Right now, it included two birds, performing an intricate dance in the air in front of him, and a few tree-snakes, their slender, sticky bodies slowly inching across the bark of his perch. What had he been doing again? Oh, yeah: he’d been working on forming his Perpendicularity. He concentrated really, really hard, his mind entering the Cognitive Realm and pushing on the boundary between the two worlds. He let out a frustrated noise, pushing against his branch as leverage. It bent beneath his considerable Shardic weight, then snapped in two. This is fine, thought Whamsy. He’d just use his powers to stop himself before– Despite his name, the sound Whamsy made as he collided with the dry ground was more of a splat. ------------ VC: Szeth (1): Frustration Matrim (1): Araris Araris (2): Matrim, JNV *** Araris was executed! He was Not Affected! The turn ends at 5:30 PM PDT on Thursday, October 19. Players:

That's the end of the turn! Hands off your bakes.