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In a perfect world, sure, but inactivity is a big issue with this.

The problem with that is Winzik didn’t actually end up using the vote manip at all this game.

Hence my suggestion that we should only give the elims 50 random words from the IC doc every cycle.

I think it probably should have been 4:4::e:ic. Or 4:5. The # of elims was fine, the village just needed a little more time to solve.

Ah. I didn’t realize that was a thing you were supposed to do

yeah no When signups are slowing down three-ish days before the game starts and it looks like I might just have twelve players for the game, I PM Araris: "Hi Araris! I’ve been thinking about distro: is 3 elims & 2 IC good for a 12-player game? Or should it be 2/2?" Araris replies: "3 elims would be standard for a 12-player QF." Me: "So it shouldn’t be different because of the wincon?" Araris: "I think the current win condition is possibly harder than the standard one, so no." So I'm blaming Araris for the distro being messed up. I'm obviously infallible. It was actually you/Fifth/Aman/TUN. I don't think that would have gone well for the village, though who knows? The entire elim team outplayed all of you this time, and that included two newbies and one sort-of-newbie.

QF64 Aftermath: The Final Stand “I don’t care!” Winzik yelled. “I need to get out of the station!” “I can’t let you do that to yourself, Winzik.” Faela drew their lips into a line. “You don’t understand! If I stay here, I’m dead!” He kicked his desk for emphasis, harder than he meant to; his exoskeleton broke through its leg, and with a mighty crash, his three monitors all fell to the floor, glass shattering into a billion tiny pieces. Faela stepped back, eyeing Winzik distrustfully. “Get everyone out of the building,” Winzik said. “Lock all the doors. No one can be in here except me, you, and the guards that helped kill that one human.” “Are you sure?” Faela asked. “That seems a bit extreme. Winzik, I’m worried about you. You’ve been more and more… aggressive lately.” “You know what’s extreme?” Winzik said, his voice soft and menacing. “This whole situation. All these spies coming to my station and murdering everyone left and right like they’re just disposable sacks of meat and bone! I won’t stand for it. Not anymore.” “Winzik, do you really hear yourself right now?” Faela stood. “Why are you still here?” growled Winzik. “Didn’t I order you to do something?” “As you wish, boss.” Faela turned and left the room, their expression blank. Winzik stared at the broken glass beneath his feet. He was a dead man, no matter what he did. But it couldn’t hurt to try, could it? To try to get to them before they got to him. He paced the room, muttering to himself. Who were the spies? They had to have at least one person in the SDPS; someone close to Winzik. One of his higher-up subordinates, Hal Vanicus, had had some kind of viral infection over the past week. His voice had been raspier than usual. Perfect cover for a spy. He typed a message on his wristpad. That would send the order to Faela, who would alert the guards; they would then execute the man quickly and painlessly. A thought hit Winzik like a blow to his faceplate. If the spies wanted to impersonate someone close to him, who would they pick? Who was the one person he trusted with all of his secrets? Who was the one person that had been adamant about him staying here, where he was in constant danger? The floor beneath Winzik started to shake. Pieces of glass leapt from the floor in small arcs, making small clinking noises against his exoskeleton. Delver! The pieces all came together in his head. He had to warn the station; to evacuate– “Hello, Winzik.” He turned to find Faela standing in the doorway behind him. The dione bared their teeth and a hologram dissipated around them to reveal… “You’re a human?” asked Winzik. He hadn’t expected himself to be duped so easily by one of them. Ever since he’d gotten rid of Brade, he’d sworn to not let one of the scourge into his life ever again. “Sure am.” The creature had dark brown skin and black hair that it’d styled in a braided ring around the top of her head. “Jeshua Wight, National Assembly.” “Is this your work?” Winzik asked, pointing at the shaking ground. It was getting worse; the glass shards flew higher and higher into the air, dancing around each other and glimmering in the air. The human looked like it was having trouble keeping its balance. “Partly.” She shrugged, grinning. “I’ve waited so many years for this moment. To face the leader of the krell and… well, I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?” She shook her head. “The children wanted to call this whole thing off. I am so glad I didn’t listen to them.” “Hear me out,” said Winzik in what he hoped was a reasonable tone. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of… mutual ag-” “Y’know,” the human said, cutting Winzik off, “it’s funny how you call us aggressive. As far as I can tell, you’re the one who’s been aggressive this week. Murdering everyone left and right like they’re just disposable sacks of meat and bone. That’s you, Winzik.” The human pointed its appendage at him, walking closer, glass crunching beneath its shoes. “That’s always been you.” It drew a blaster, pointed it at his faceplate, and fired. ----- Haelbarde was executed! They were an SDPS Member! Stick was killed! They were Winzik! The Spies (Just A Silvereye, The Unknown Novel, The Bookwyrm, and InfiniteInsanity) are victorious! Vote Count Hael (5): Stick, Bookwyrm, TUN, Kas, Infinite TUN (2): Hael, Aman Links QF64 writeups / QF64 elim doc / QF64 dead doc / QF64 inner circle doc / QF64 Spreadsheet Player List I'll post my thoughts in a bit after I'm done writing an article for my school newspaper. tl;dr: it's all Araris's fault. (for legal reasons that was a joke)

That's time! Rollover should be very short. Like very extremely. Edit: That's just a draw @Haelbarde

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QF64 Cycle Six: A Sixth Sense The tenasi Matrim was not having a good day. First, he had his pocket money stolen by some kind of scam artist preying on the Erven district; second, his workload was bigger than ever given the chaos happening in the SDPS – everyone was quitting and dying en masse, and those remaining had to hold everything together with grit and overtime. That was how he’d ended up walking home well past midnight, bleary-eyed and exhausted. He’d considered just sleeping in the office, but he wanted to spend a little bit of time with his family in the morning before going back and spending another fifteen hours in back-to-back meetings. Most on Starsight kept a uniform sleeping schedule, so the streets were desolate, trees swaying ominously in time with the artificial wind. Something felt wrong. He could feel it in his bones. It was like that old saying about a “sixth sense.” He shook off the feeling, continuing onwards. Surely the spies wouldn’t go after him– He felt himself being grabbed from behind, and everything faded to black. *** “It just feels like we’re going in circles!” Winzik said hysterically. “We’ve killed four innocent people and one spy. I… need to flee. I need to get out of Starsight.” “We can’t promise that any potential starship crews we might be able to scrounge up for you won’t be spies,” Faela replied. “If you think being stuck on a station with them is scary, imagine being stuck on a ship! And besides, I believe we’ve found another lead. Rsskisk has a new human that has displayed some… aggressive behavior. We have reason to believe he’s in contact with the UrDail.” “Do it,” Winzik said. The councilman’s pet human wasn’t important, anyway; Winzik reasoned it’d be fine to kill him. “Right away, sir.” ----- Matrim's Dice was killed! They were an SDPS Member! NerdyAarakocra was executed! They were an SDPS Member! Vote Count Nerdy (8): Bookwyrm, TUN, Aman, Mat(t), Kas, Stick, Hael, Insanity Stick (1): Almond Aman (1): Nerdy The turn will end on Friday, December 23 at 9:00 PM PST (12:00 AM EST). Player List

Time's up! Stop posting! That means you, Kas.

I'ikeq huddled behind the rock, trying to stay as still as possible. Coward, said a voice in his ear. Cursed!

https://swordscomic.com Just gonna leave this here.

Finally put up the writeup! Sorry that took so long.

d'aww thx

Knights of Wind and Truth. Knights of Wind and Truth. KoWaT. *sigh*

There aren’t any pinch-hitters for this game.

Oh good :3

Are you expecting me to answer this?

QF64 Cycle Five: And All for Five Little Coins Doncie Black had a good life. Everyday, he would wake up in their comfy middle-class home on Starsight Station, put on a hologram, and scam the everloving hell out of people. “Steeeeeep right up!” he yelled to a dione passerby. “Try your skill!” They shook their head and continued on. “Sorry,” they said, drawing their lips into a line - the dione equivalent of a smile. In front of Doncie were three opaque drinking glasses, turned face down and lined up in a row. “Try your skill!” he said again to a passing tenasi. “Only five Supercoins!” The tenasi raised his eyebrows. “What’s in it for me?” “If you win, I’ll pay you back tenfold!” The tenasi narrowed his eyes at Doncie. Was that an expression of skepticism to them? Or trust? He couldn’t remember. “Sure,” he said finally, digging in his wallet and proffering five small, glimmering metal coins to Doncie. Taking the coins, Doncie palmed them, then pretended to slide them under the cup in the middle. “If you can tell me where your coins are, you win.” The tenasi looked confused. “That one…?” He pointed to the cup in the middle. “Sorry, but no.” Doncie lifted the middle cup, revealing empty space inside. The tenasi’s jaw dropped. “How…” Doncie lifted the third cup, at the same time depositing the coins on the table beneath it. “I’ll give you one more shot,” he said coyly, putting the cup back down. Then, he began to switch around the cups, moving faster and faster until the tenasi’s eyes crossed trying to keep track of them. The coins rattled softly against the sides of their cup as Doncie’s hands slowed, then stopped. “Now,” he said, “Where are your coins?” The tenasi pointed to the cup on the left. He was correct, but as Doncie lifted the cup, he swept the coins into his hand. “Nope!” he said, masking the coins’ jingle. The tenasi sighed. “Thanks for playing!” Doncie said. “You’re welcome,” the tenasi replied glumly. The citizens of Starsight were always polite, no matter how much they got screwed over. Doncie hated that. He hated everything about this scudding station. But where else was he supposed to go? Certainly not one of those “human preserves.” The rest of the day was uneventful. Doncie made bank, as he always did. At sunset, he packed up his table – which folded into a small, compact bag, and headed home. He walked inside, shrugging off his jacket and boots. He tapped a few buttons on his wristpad, then looked around furtively. He knew there was no one in his house with him, but it couldn’t hurt to check before he deactivated his hologram. “We know what you’ve done,” a voice hissed behind him. “You… what?!” Doncie turned. A figure wearing all black was silhouetted against his doorway. The figure drew a knife from its belt. “I don’t hurt anyone. I’m not aggressive! What is this?!” “Justice,” said the figure, lunging for him. *** “We did a sweep of the city,” said Faela. “Turns out there was a human posing as a dione street scammer in the Erven district.” “Was?” Winzik replied. “So you…” “No. He was already dead.” ----- xinoehp512 was killed and executed! They were an SDPS Member! Vote Count Xino (5): Aman, Insanity, Kas, Hael, Mat Nerdy (4): Stick, Xino, TUN, Bookwyrm The turn will end on Thursday, December 22 at 9:00 PM PST (12:00 AM EST). If @ExoticAlmond and @NerdyAarakocra do not post today, they will be killed! Player List

And that's time! Step away from your bakes.