JNV

Honestly the worldbuilding here is top notch considering its running off of a single name pretty cool stuff almost makes me wish Id written anything up for this instead of kinda forgetting about it So hm complaints I know theres a big ominous GM warning about not using them but you know theres nothing in the rules saying we shouldnt use them for mass murder get it cause theres like ntohing in the rules and besides mass murders not an in game thing thats a personal satisfaction thing good for development and moral character and double besides there was a smiling emoticon guy in the same post cant be that bad So we do get told stuff about this game but its blackout so I wouldnt put it past the GM to have like I dont know a whole third faction or something mean like that at the very least theres probably more roles than Mage and nonMage cause like the Mage powers take so much wind up well I guess there more than one turn a cycle wait hang on the threads named Cycle One @Szeth_Pancakes is this a day turn for legal purposes

Hi Ill play

Hi Ill play as Jelin

Hey sorry I kinda skipped out on this life like immediately decided to murder me and my internet and my free time but looks like we didnt need me so thats fine congrats to the village

Ill play

Honestly if this ever actually happened in the actual game wed probably give up and make pepper a free action so it wouldnt get affected by the time curse with an extra caveat of cant use pepper while eating any other item or make a special ability of Schrodingers curse where your actions are sent back in time 50 percent of the time but also we could prevent this situation and kind of did prevent this situation by not starting the Hatter with food

Well double no cause the roleblock would block Sticks attempt to sit to tea so youd show up anyway and get cursed even if Sart isnt kicked out

No actually cause you wouldve roleblocked Ash C2 and Ashs tea block action was C1 so cause we decided free actions werent cursed because then Tea Party nonsense becomes wonky youd block them eating something if they ate something and their sit to tea and their Scars kill submitted C3 that took effect C2 so if youd done that and they ate something what you would have done would be ruin the Tea Party wincon no paradoxes at all

This was fun to watch and run and the only time I even slightly regretted my decision was when I kept rerunning the same chess game because alternate timelines threw the whole thing out of whack congrats to the winners congrats to the non winners hope you all enjoyed the time shenanigans I certainly did and thanks Fifth for the opportunity it was a great time

Alice still couldn’t see anything from her spot on the board. She could have been in the middle, at the far edge, or near the very start, and she would have seen no difference. But she could hear more shouting as pieces raged in battle. From the distant space to her right, she could still hear the fervent shouting of whatever the piece to her right was. Except now he was shouting about… time travel? “They’ve sent enemy forces to parley with Time himself! They hope to assassinate our King retroactively with the greatest of their warriors.” Alice didn’t know pieces could time travel. Where could she get such power? Or, did she really want such power? Surely, it would be kinder to whatever force controlled causality to leave it be. Surely. “Excuse me!” she yelled towards her right. “You are not excused!” the piece yelled back. “You have a duty to your Kingdom to fight and die in glorious battle! No deserting!” “That’s not what I… Never mind, I was just wondering about the time travel?” “Ah yes, a strange and wondrous ability! Fear not, we’ve sent our own forces to negotiate with Time. Soon, we will be immune to the atemporal attacks of our foes and have an atemporal force of our own. We will call them… The Travelling Extratemporal Attacking Party!” Alice frowned. “Won’t that be quite confusing?” “Life is confusing! Better to be alive than to be retroactively dead twenty years ago! Who cares how many alternate timelines die in your place?” Alice didn’t really agree, per se, but she couldn’t find a good way to argue against it. Perhaps if she had been one of the entities in charge of carving Fate into being, she would have had something more to say about it. As it was, she peered through the fog and took one step forward. A White Bishop and a White Pawn have been captured! Vote Count: Archer (4) Ashbringer (3) Aman (2) Experience (2) Teams/Player List White Pieces Red Pieces

Hey guys GM error new vote count sorry all people affected by this error have been informed and corrected Stick (3) Xino (2) Sart (2) Experience (2) Archer (1) Wonko (1) Mat (1)

Alice couldn’t see much from her spot on the board, but she could hear the shouts and cries as the game went on. The board was so large that it was difficult to see much of anything, let alone identify the pieces, but… was that a horse neighing? When she vocalized this thought, the piece somewhere off to her right shouted back, “No, of course not! That was a loyal Knight who fell most bravely in battle. Do not insult such a faithful creature by calling it a horse! What sort of wretched piece are you, to not even have that much respect?” “I’m not a piece at all!” she yelled back through the fog. “What’s a nahtapeesatahl?” the piece yelled. “No, I’m not a piece! I’m a person!” “My dear piece! We are all people here. I merely asked your status!” Alice sighed. It seemed that she was not going to get anywhere with talking. Slowly, trying not to trip in the fog of war, she took one step forward. A White Knight has been captured! Teams/Player List White Pieces Red Pieces

Technically theyre simultaneous but wincons are evaluated at end of cycle so if the Jabberwocky dies in the same turn as the last Bandersnatch it counts

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, staring out at the creatures having a ball. Time was amiss, and swords were… Humpty frowned at the half-finished poem in his hand. However to convey how time seemed to dance around all of them, tripping them up just as they got their feet under them, or perhaps just before? However to convey the way bodies had been collapsed before they had spoken today? But he was a determined bander– egg. A very determined egg, and nothing else, no sirree! “Why!” cried a voice from below. “It’s Humpty Dumpty! Hello!” He looked down. There, standing on the path in front of his wall, was a little girl in a torn, blue dress. “Hello, little girl. What is your name?” Instead of introducing herself politely, the little girl took a step back. “That’s not what you normally say to me when you see me.” Oh dear. Someone who actually knew Humpty. Someone who had expectations. “Why, I’m afraid I’ve been having a bit of memory trouble. Falling off this wall, you see. Luckily for me, the king delivered on his promise!” The little girl frowned. “Well, I don’t see how falling off a wall and being put back together would change your voice. You don’t sound nearly so nasally.” He relaxed. The girl seemed to be willing to play along. “Well, I had to get a new voicebox. You see, it broke in the fall along with the rest of me, and the little gears and such are far too small for kings and their men to handle. My old one’s in the repair shop.” The girl nodded slowly. “That doesn’t explain the clothes.” At this, he truly puffed up. “Whatever do you mean? I’ve got my belt right here!” “A-ha!” the girl shouted, pointing up at him. “Humpty Dumpty wore a cravat. You’re not him at all!” “I am!” he insisted, though the jig was probably up by now. “I really am! An egg and all!” “Humpty Dumpty isn’t an egg!” And at that, the little girl scrambled up the wall with great agility and speed, moving towards him. He tried to escape, but he was not yet accustomed to his rotund egg body, and each movement only sent him wobbling. With a hefty push, the little girl sent him tumbling off the wall. Crack! His eggshell shattered, revealing the slimy skin of a bandersnatch. How horrid! They could see him now! He would never be able to eat anyone now. “I knew it!” yelled the little girl in triumph, raising her hands to the sky. “I knew it! A filthy bandersnatch!” At this cry, the Creatures turned to look at him. Soon enough, they gave chase. Stunned as he was from the fall, he was in no condition to escape them. The Known Novel has succumbed to the madness! They were a Bandersnatch! Sart was killed by the Vorpal Sword! He was a Bandersnatch Tove of the Bandersnatch faction! Ashbringer was killed in C4 by the Bandersnatches! He was a Village Tove of the Creatures of the Looking-Glass! _Stick_ was attacked in C4 by the Jabberwock, but survived! Vote Count: TKN (3): Stick, Wonko, Experience Stick (3): DrakeMarshall, Sart, Matrim WitIsTheBest has not posted in two cycles and has been replaced by @Archer. Welcome, Archer! Cycle 6 has begun! As the last cycle of the minigame, remember to wrap up those win conditions! It will end on Wednesday 6 September at 9:30 PM EDT. There is a madness today, with a one vote minimum. Player List:

Experience (2): TJ, Labyrinth xinoehp (1): Ashbringer Novel (1): Sart Labyrinth (3): Aman, Matrim, Stick Stick (1): Experience Let me know if I missed anything I kinda just skimmed

Alice quickly lost sight of the Rabbit as it hurried towards its unknown destination. “How odd,” she thought to herself, “that this path we’re on is perfectly straight, I did not see the Rabbit run off the path, and yet the Rabbit is gone.” For a lack of better things to do, she skipped along the path, humming to herself. “You there!” came a voice somewhere far away. “Be silent! There must be silence for the royal procession!” Surely such a distant voice could not be talking to her of all people, so she carried on humming and skipping without a care in the world. “You! In the ragtag dress parading along my path! Stop humming!” Alice stopped and pointed at herself incredulously. If she could barely hear the distant voice while it was shouting, then how could it possibly hear her humming. “Yes, you! I’ll have your head for this! Guards, bring me that little girl!” At that, Alice ran off into the forest. The distant voice couldn’t have her head, she needed it for things like reading picture books and chasing after Rabbits. Speaking of, there was the Rabbit, still bounding along! She ran after it as quickly as she could, but her dress kept getting caught on branches and leaves. At least she could see it this time. She could almost see it more easily through the trees than on the path, what with its bright waistcoat. As Alice followed the Rabbit, she soon ran into a little glade where the trees left space enough for a large table. “Oh my!” said the Rabbit, startling at the sight of her. “I don’t believe you were invited to tea. How rude of you to barge in!” Tea? Tea would be delightful, especially after all the running. And with tea came biscuits and scones! There were several other people at the table, some with elaborate rectangular outfits but others who looked like fairly decent folk. “Could I have some tea, sir Rabbit?” she asked plaintively, widening her eyes as best she could. This trick sometimes worked on the adults, especially if her dress was dirty or torn. “Please?” The Rabbit wavered for a moment, hesitation clear on its face. “Well, I suppose… No. You should have asked earlier. Now run along.” The Rabbit turned back towards the rest of the people, and she snuck towards the table, hoping to snatch some tea while his back was turned. But every teacup was in the hand of a guest! “You rapscallion! Out, I say! Out! Leave this party!” It was the Rabbit! She grabbed something off the table and ran off, clutching it tightly to her chest. When she was alone, she looked at it. Why, this wasn’t tea at all! It was some sort of dessert. How disappointing. The Cheshire Cat sat perched atop its favourite branch in the Queen’s rose-garden, purring contentedly. Below, he could see through the branches the frantic efforts of the gardeners, cans of red paint heedlessly spilling onto the ground as they worked at the rose-bushes with furious strokes. He began to grin, then heard a commotion catch his ear. It seemed like the Queen was in another mood. He sighed and slinked down from the tree. As he dropped, an angry face glowered down at him. “There it is, there it is, dear, the intruder! Off with its head!” The King of Hearts sighed. “Dear, it’s clearly not the little girl we pursued here. It’s only a Cheshire Cat, you should let it be.” “Let it be?” the red-faced matriarch shrieked. “Yes, let It Be, and This Be, and That Be, and before long you have an indeterminate hive right in your rose-gardens. It cannot stand!” As she spoke, her face broke out in red spots, and one of the gardeners doubled over, clutching his legs. A swarm of yellowjackets passed overhead, causing the Cat to squint. He snatched at one with a paw, and grabbed it and put it on. It was warm, and fit him well. Soon he was purring and the squabbling of the other people and animals on the croquet-ground did not seem so important. Before he drifted into slumber, the only thing he saw was two clubs coming over to him, ready to throw him over the outer wall into the darkness. There he knew nothing but Sleeping and Clashing of Wreaths. Matrim's Dice has succumbed to madness! They were a Cheshire Cat of the Animals of Wonderland and held the Two of Clubs! Vote Count: Matrim's Dice (3): Experience, Quintessential, _Stick_, Wonko the Sane Amanuensis (1): xinoehp512, Labyrinth xinoehp512 (2): TJ, ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ, Scars of Hathsin Wonko the Sane (0): Matrim's Dice Stick (1): Sart Cycle Two has begun! It will end in 24 hours at 9:30 PM EDT on Saturday 2 September. There is a madness today, with a one-vote minimum. A reminder that you do not need to submit an order to create a PM, but your creation of one will irrevocably consume your action with no takebacks. Please include me and Fifth in all PMs. Player List:

Full disclosure there isnt a tie proviso in the rules so I dont actually know but probably the standard tie outcome unless Fifth had a strike of divine madness and wants to do something completely off the rails

GM official votecount adheres to this edited one also three hour warning everyone this has been a message from the most dapper quokka in Wonderland

I need everyone to know for the purposes of this game I am this adorable picture of a quokka in a top hat

Yeah yeah yeah sounds great sounds great this is going to be so much fun thanks so much

Id also like to actually play this but I could coGM depending on your definition of late evening early morning cause by timezones I can be on til like 1 tops EST wise but Id also like to try coGMing some time so yeah

Thanks for featuring me in the writeup when my only contributons to this game were giong mad from the revelation getting an innocent person expelled and going mad again I had a pretty nice time even though my schemes to be Master Namer kind of immediatley died and honestly highlight of the game was reading Kevans narrative great stuff right there A plus

I have great news everyone excellent news Ive received a communication from someone who wishes to remain anonymous that Novel was blocked last month by an action taken by the anonymous person so yeah Novel Novel

Okay hi hi hi glad to be out glad to be free its great um Ive basically missed everything so heres my thoughts while catching up with things So my month 1 conclusion is Ill always distrust Novel its just sorta a thing everything they do feels evil and Ill always trust Kas thats just a thing also something about the way Archer fussed about Drakes votes just feels off might be because I dont get the argument but yeah hm Month 2 Szeths sympathy flop feels like the sort of didnt read the rules carelessness of a good guy also Matrim I always RP with punctuation this flow of consciousness styles kind of just for game thoughts cause if I had to format these nicely too theyd never happen Sart feels weird but I always find Sart a little weird Im feeling fine with Stink which feels weird to me honestly Month 3 Listen as a fellow Ruh I get the money struggle but somethings really pokey about the wordy denial but then their surprsie at the rollover swap is like I dont really think thatd happen if youve got a doc of conspirators hm honestly my analysis feels very surface level and falls into the trap of everything could be faked I still dont trust Novel but at this point I think its default Novel hm rather than unusual Novel hmm New month 1 I think the reason why my brain is feeling decent about Stink is cause tons of their posts are sandwiched between Kas RP and the good vibes are rubbing off so dont trust the feels on that but the more Matrim protests the more my brain rings alarm bells not entirely sure why its might be a sort of ideology misalignemnt its like the way they argue isnt the way my brain thinks would be a reasonable argument and they fuss at things I wouldnt fuss at but also I cant really remember if I get the alarm bells when theyre village cause my brain is not in gear right now so yeah but I guess they got expelled now so its not really an issue of thoughts anymore you know what Im dropping the Matrim thoughts they arent as relevant now I guess my total thoughts is Novel feels weird but not significantly more weird than usual Archer gets an eyebrow raise and I need to get another look at Stink Sart just feels weird but my brain is making that clicky noise cars do sometimes when they wont turn on so Ill look back in a bit for now RP break Jenali's hands wouldn't stop shaking. They weren't mad anymore. They weren't. It was a temporary affliction dealt by the hands of creatures that did not belong at the University, and Jenali was fine now. They were completely authorized to leave the Crockery and return to the University, even if they were sitting very quietly in the back corner of their classes and trying not to draw any attention. They were a student of the University and had not shattered any walls at the Crockery. Everything was fine, and they did not need to visit the Medica. They did not need counselling or help or guidance. They were just fine. They were still staying at their old residence. Technically, they hadn't paid for the room, but no one had wanted to take the room of someone who had gone mad, and all their old things were there, and they hadn't been told to leave. That last one was probably because they had been purposefully dodging the owner of the place, but it was fine. Everything was fine. They had stopped hearing the singing beneath the wind that had pulled them from their bed and sent them wandering into the Omethi, surviving only because some benevolent stranger had been on a late night walk and fished them out. They had stopped clawing at their ears in an attempt to make the singing go away. They had stopped humming along to the tune. They were fine. Every bit of classwork was completed promptly and on time. It was almost a relief to not have to worry about impressing the Masters anymore. They could just show up and listen. They didn't even have to worry about exams because if they did poorly, they could just disappear into the night. They had found a place where no one would ever find them. It was cold, but out of the wind that whispered their name in the depths of the night. There would be no singing winds in corridors of stone. But there were still many things to learn at the University. Now that no Master would elevate them, they were ironically more free to pursue other fields. They had sat in the back of a tutoring session for Rhetoric and Logic, despite not actually attending the introductory course, and the elegant chains of absurd conclusions made with impeccable logic were somehow soothing, as though the world could be divided piece by piece into neat little chains. Mathematics was similar in terms of peace of mind. The numbers would not suddenly change if they looked away or start singing to them in their sleep. The Archives had the opposite effect. A labyrinth of knowledge accessible only through competing filing systems of long-dead Archivists, countless tomes lost through the silent wars for perfection in distribution of knowledge. So many important things slipping through the cracks. They avoided the Medica. They could not go back.

It had been hard to scrape together the funds to even make it to the University grounds, let alone stand for admissions. It had been harder still to amass enough knowledge to have a scrap of confidence in their ability to face the Masters in a test of their knowledge while on the road. Give them a flute or a fiddle, and they could stand before the largest of crowds with calm down to their bones, but the troupe was in their blood. Academia was a sporadic gift, sought as moths seek the flame. They knew enough to know the infinite sea of all that they did not. At least their Alar was a bright and shining thing, holding firm in beliefs while needed and discarding them once done. It was acting, in a way, the ability to know something so well as to embody it, to ingrain something so deep into the soul that it can never be cut out. To know that the candle will stay burning despite the wind. To know that the stone will fall up. To know that truth is as it is made, not as it is. Hopefully, that iron-sharp will would be enough. As they walked on campus grounds, someone ran into them, knocking them off their feet. The stranger hurried on past, a muttered "Sorry" crossing their lips. That was... Seth? Zed? A face they had seen a few times before but did not truly know. Well, they had been looking for a reason to submit a complaint. Though they felt just slightly guilty about lodging a formal complaint against someone they had not heard from at all, there were rumors that lodging complaints reduced tuition, and they needed every drab they could save to pay for both tuition and a place to stay while attending the University. So, Seth [OOC Szeth Pancakes] it was. Besides, it took more than one complaint to really get a student in trouble with the Masters. At least the first round of admissions had gone well enough. Low enough that they'd managed to afford a decent roof over their heads and pay tuition with the little hoard they'd amassed, but without the coin from performing on the road, money would never cease to be an issue. The nobles were wealthy enough that money was more a concept of trade than anything of actual value, and the commoners had enough to get a decent place to stay without pinching every penny. Still, they were finally at the University, the place of their dreams for years and years. They had a place here. They'd do anything to keep it.