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  1. Just wondering, if I were to sign up to run a game, roughly how long would it be until I actually ran it?
  2. Ver was confused. He felt as if the last couple minutes had passed in a blur; almost as if they had, in fact, lasted far longer. A sense of confusion, an overload of new information, overwhelmed his processors. An enemy to his concentration. Ver forced himself to refocus, and identify a path forward. Any path forward. Carefully, he went over the recent events. Ver had managed to strike a deal with the Stars: Yet in the midst of the threats from Of and the Fox, Kelyx had suddenly frozen up - and Ver got the sense he was busy elsewhere. When the Stars were ready for Ver, and the others, they would let them know. But Ver didn't want to wait any longer to act. He looked around at all the people gathered in the place they called "Custom", and made a decision. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying a lot of attention. You mentioned fighters? That can help us?" Ver looked around at the gathering around him. The Fox and Of, at each others teeth, both wanting to help but unsure of the means. Réva, standing alone, unsure. Lati, gripping on to his arm in a hug that burned, but he would never tell her that, for he didn't want to see her hurt again. The Stars had offered a way forward; but now, they were out of commission. So a new way had to be forged. Ver addressed Of. "If you know someone who can help us, please, bring us to them. We need to give the Cloud an enemy." @Bird Furious@Through The Living Glass@Spark of Hope@CoderDrag0n8@TwinStorm@SpiritOfWrath@PyroPhile@echo74@Argenti@The Aspiring Archivist@Ancient Elantrian
  3. Evinir Cragborn hid the nervousness in his body behind a façade of resolve, maintaining his face emotionless as he stepped out of the Oathgate into the shadow of the tower. Urithiru. A shining pillar of light, the pinnacle of human achievement on this world. Even after all this time, Evinir's new life still seemed impossible. And yet, it was. His mind lingered on that topic as he walked through the halls of the ancient city, briefcase held tight in his hand as he made his way through a flood of other people. They passed him, each one fading away. Evinir thought of their stories; their goals. He wished for a world where he could merely exist here, and explore this strange world. But time was fleeting, and he was here for one man alone. Hoid awaited him atop a balcony, overlooking the landscape. His back was turned to Evinir, who walked up to stand behind him. As Evinir approached, Hoid spoke, still refraining from turning to look at him. "Magnificent, isn't it? One day, this will all be gone. Those mountains will erode, fade into dust. Even this tower, in all it's glory, will crumble." Evinir was used to Hoid's introspective moments. This time, he wasn't in the mood to acquiesce. "Makar is dead." Evinir faintly picked up on the sharp intake of breath from Hoid. All the man tried to hide it, Evinir knew him better than almost any other. And so he knew Hoid was afraid. He had yet to find out exactly why, but what Hoid saw as a danger concerned Evinir. Deeply. Realizing the other man was not going to make a comment, Evinir continued. "The events in the Purelake did not go as we had hoped. The antics of skybreaker Uranihran caused a massacre that claimed many, including our agent. His body was gone by the time of our arrival, yet his death was confirmed by witnesses." Finally, Hoid responded, back still turned. "No matter. Wishikk's experiments with investiture could have proved useful to our cause, but not essential. It was foolish to send him into the skybreakers... Nale will be his own doom in time. Tell me, what of your mission on Nalthis? What of Endowment?" So Hoid wanted to continue as if nothing were wrong. Very well. "Elusive as ever. The God King and his cohort, however, sends their regards." Evinir could feel Hoid smile faintly at that. "Siri was always a tender soul." The frustration simmered in Evinir. Perhaps Hoid was satisfied with this simple exchange, but Evinir was not. In a quick movement, he set the briefcase down and stepped over to stand next to the other man, gripping the rails of the balcony with his hands and looking him straight in the eyes. "When will you tell me what is really going on?" "Evinir, dear, where is this coming from?" At that, Evinir scoffed. "You send me into my own land, to seek my own god, and refuse to give me anything in return." At last, Hoid turned to look at him, and a grimace was on his face. "I have given you everything in return. Because of me, you are pulling threads across the Cosmere instead of rotting in an Idrian prison. I gave you power. I even treated you as an equal." "No." Evinir shook his head. "You don't see me as an equal, Hoid. Just a piece to further a greater goal. For ten years I've served you, and still you keep your secrets." At that outbreak, Hoid paused. Evinir watched a glaze cover over his eyes, and felt a pang of concern. "Are you all right?" Hoid shook his head. "Yes, sorry, I'm fine. You just... remind me of an old friend." "Must've been a strong man to put up with you." At that, Hoid gave a wistful grin. "Yes, Kéamen Wither was among the strongest men I ever knew." Slowly, Evinir felt his passion fade. But it was not gone altogether. "I won't leave you, Hoid. Not ever. And you truly did help me. But I need to know what we're fighting for." "You wish to know what we fight for?" Hoid turned back to the mountains before them. The walls of rock and iced, the Everstorm approaching in the distance, the black rock against the white sky. The world that one day would erode, fade into dust. " We fight for everything." ... Okay! Thank you @Aeoryi for an amazing game, even if it didn't last very long! Congratulations to @TwinStorm, @Booknewt and @KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren! You guys really had the village tripping all over ourselves. Thank you to @Doc12 for keeping me entertained in the dead doc that last day. Long live Javert! @Askthepizzaguy, you really tried, and I applaud you for that, even when we didn't always see eye to eye. I wish I could've RPed more, but time concerns made it hard for me to do much more than what I needed. I look forward to playing more with all of you in the future!
  4. My Ultimate Frisbee tournament finals are today!

    Wish me luck!

    1. Hoid Slayer

      Hoid Slayer

      We got third place

      Honestly, I didn’t really do much

  5. Wishikk knew what they said. The people around him. They whispered what the flames screamed. Tonight, his fate balanced on a thread. Because of one miscalculated act. Poor Wishikk, they all whispered. Always, always wrong. The calls - poor, poor - the blames - Wishikk! - the accusations - always. Always. And worst of all, the murmurs. Wrong. In that instant, it was all too much. The walls, carefully built, meticulously protected, breached last night, came crashing down altogether. A bestial scream burst through Wishikk’s lips, and in an instant, he was back in that night. …. Wishikk ushered the other artifabrians into the room. His arms tingled with excitement, quieting the concerns of the others. Once they were all inside, Wishikk, unable to repress a grin, slid over to the contraption in the middle of the room and pulled of the tarp covering it. Then he turned to the others, arms spread wide. ”Wishikk… what is this?” Loral seemed unimpressed. Wishikk sighed. Oh, well. He’d just have to show them. The contraption was a large orb, inside of which rested a single, drowsy flamespren. Most of the orb was lined with that magic substance; aluminum. All except for one bit, a small section that was occupied by an almost impossibly thing aluminum tube leading into another orb. Carefully, so as not to disturb anything, Wishikk sidled over to his desk as the others watched with confusion and snatched a small syringe. Inside of it was an odd, purplish liquid that seemed to absorb light itself. ”Wishikk… what’s I that?” It was Hirin this time. Wishikk was so caught up in his thrill he didn’t notice the concerned edge to the man’s voice. ”I call it… half-ichor!” ”That name sucks.” ”It’s a work in progress! Regardless, this acts as a sort of magnet to the substance the spren are made of.” Wishikk glanced down to admire the beauty in his hands. So much power… in such a small container. ”Wishikk…” ventured Hirin. He was interrupted. By Sorik. ”Well? What does it do?” Wishikk smiled. He walked over to the empty orb, and began to prepare the syringe. “If applied correctly, the ichor should suck a portion of the spren’s substance straight out of it. Imagine the applications! Infinite Stormlight!” ”Wishikk…” Wishikk ignored the older artifabrian once again. Holding his breath, he set the syringe in it’s slot, and turned to the crowd. Then he pushed. 1, 2, 3, 4,- “WISHIKK!” Wishikk looked up just in time to see Hirin rushing at him. And several things happened at once. Hirin tackled Wishikk, throwing them both to the floor. Wishikk dropped the syringe, which hit the orb and clattered next to him. The spren screamed. And the room erupted into flames. 5. That’s fair I’m sorry if my desperation makes me come across as elim. But honestly? At this point, I think I’m tired of worrying if everything I say can be interpreted as elim. Can I not be genuine? I don’t want to die here. I’m sure Penguin doesn’t want to die here. The choice is yours.
  6. I have done everything I can to explain my switch to Penguin last night; it was a desperate, perhaps badly informed decision that has clearly come back to haunt me. Kinda ironic, that the two of us are now up for death I don’t have time to RP a lot I can only hope that someone out there heeds my call I won’t lie; I don’t want to die here Pizza… I don’t know Please
  7. A'right Time for me to make an analysis post before rollover I was desperate, k Also, I feel it important to note that in the chaos of last night, I actually failed to realize Aeternum had two votes on them - I thought the only options were Penguin, Worldhopper, and Pizza. And it's not really that I wasn't prioritizing getting someone I suspected killed; it's that I didn't know who to suspect, but thought I knew one person not to. Essentially, I took the decision that would have been decided by chance and took it into my hands inside. I agree with all of this. Which is why I constantly try to fight for people's reasoning, even when I'm not sure about my own. Will read this when I'm not under pressure to finish this thing in ten minutes Well, I'm not voting for you again because a new perspective makes me think you're innocent. I'm here to find the lawbreakers, not act on revenge. Uhh... what? He's been hammering me all cycle Appreciate you thinking I'm innocent - but I didn't go inactive of my own will. Aaaaand like that, I need to go play Ultimate Frisbee and don't have time for a super long analysis post of my own. So, sorry folks, I don't have time for math right now. Iced is being very weird, so I'll leave my vote for now, but I'll try to check this again before rollover. Keep in mind that if I do manage, however, I won't have time for more than like a quick vote change or something. My activity this cycle hasn't been ideal, but it's the best I could manage.
  8. Popping in to say I can’t interact right now, but I’ll try to see if I can fit an analysis post later
  9. First day of school!

    *weeps silently*

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    2. Bird Furious
    3. Through The Living Glass

      Through The Living Glass

      My Senior year first day of school was on a Friday, I believe

      it was

      . . . odd

    4. Through the Living Hope
  10. Care to illuminate us on what those places could be? Passive role claiming? Kinda odd… K, I reaaaaaally gotta go to bed now
  11. Honestly? I don’t know Think I’ll let things play out for now, and rest my vote for a while as a poke on Penguin for his flailing about at the start of this cycle. real But hey, we appreciate the commitment! ‘Night, folks
  12. I wouldn’t use the word needed, it was more of a desperate tactical decision that I am somewhat regretting after seeing his erratic behavior at the start of C2 Clarity wasn’t the only reason I was suspicious of him. Honestly, there was a lot that struck me as kind of odd about his behavior, which translated into an e-read for me with lack of a better target, except for maybe- CD, who as you just said, I didn’t want to vote out because it’s his first time. Plus, right now we’re in a situation where both he and Penguin are acting kinda weird - yet I struggle to think they could be elim together due to their initial conflict.
  13. Mafia is based on interpreting physical cues, whilst SE has a much larger focus on what they say - and everything they say is specially curated so as not to reveal anything (if you’re an elim). Scary thing is, an elim could go an entire game theoretically without saying anything incriminating - so really, the emphasis is less on what they say, and more who they support - or don’t. Except even then, there’re layers upon layers… so yeah, a lot of it is just us winging it. Probably the wide town read + the fact he’s an experienced player - cause honestly, I was also pretty worried for myself. Thanks Dang - I really messed up with TOW I get that And I know I’m guilty of some of that myself
  14. Personally, I don't understand why you - if you know you are Village - were willing to die for people who could be elim. Honestly, there's a lot about you that's weird. But I'm gonna put you in the clear for now, for not getting rescued and for your lack of self-preservation - however weird it is. Okay, thanks
  15. Again, I don’t think anyone set me up Plus, I’m leaning pro-Greebas right now due to the fact his potential elim companions did nothing to get him away from the line of fire. The guy didn’t even vote in self preservation, the weirdness of which I’m only realizing now
  16. Wishikk shut his eyes tight. In his head, the flames laughed, mocking him. You can never be right, they whispered. Not unless everyone else is wrong. And that was a far more frightening world. The screams of his fellow artifabrians, the ones he had invited to witness his breakthrough, had woken him up that morning, sweating yet shivering. He had thought himself wise then, too; how wrong he had been. So was the way of things. Alright, I know a lot of shade is being thrown on me here, so let me try to explain my perspective here. 1. I was desperate. As Doc mentioned, I literally changed my vote at the last minute. Is it a decision I will regret? Maybe. So why did I make it? Frankly, my options were to either outright eliminate Penguin or Worldhopper, or leave it to fate. And honestly, I wasn't the most confident in my read against either Pizza nor Worldhopper; both of them were nearly equally suspicious in my eye (Pizza edging Worldhopper out - I had no read on the latter, and only a light elim read on the former), yet I did feel quite good about my read about Penguin. This was due mainly to his initial suspicion against Coder; it might have been something little, but it seemed genuine to me. And later, when he switched to Pizza (a vote other accused him of bandwagoning on) I interpreted it as him simply using my same logic. So, put simply: am I 100% sure Penguin is village? No. But whether Pizza or World was exed, it was similar to me. So I would rather it be one of them than Penguin; and I acted in service of that. I understand why some condemn me for my actions. But I believe in my justification of them. Far more important, to me, are the people that had a chance to but didn't sway the vote the way I did. Particularly since the fact that a three way tie literally went until the last minute suggests the elims didn't particularly care about it's result - which in turn suggests that all three trains were innocents. Is this something I perhaps should have thought of earlier before making my last minute decision? Perhaps. But the realization didn't come to me then. To address Penguin's concerns: my move was forced, yes, but I don't think it was set up by anyone. My actions were mine. On another topic, why do we think TUO was exed? What was he doing that was dangerous to the elims? On yet another topic, @Aeoryi, I have a question that I don't know if you can answer but the answer to could be important: Do you choose the elims specifically or select them randomly? Heads up that I'm gonna be quite busy tomorrow (first day of school) so this could be my last real post before rollover, other than perhaps a pop-in to vote. Finally, I'll have to review the rules to see what roles we lost in TUO and World.
  17. Pizza ThatOneWorldhopper I want Iced to live
  18. I don’t like that answer
  19. Never mind, I forgot about the post I myself quoted Why? Give a good enough reason in the next four minutes, and I might consider switching Care to make a vote that actually matters? (No offense)
  20. Wait *gasp* I thought rollover was at 7 PM! It wasn't! It's at 8! (for me) Which means I have time to squeeze a last post here, after my extremely rushed previous one Well, that hurts But I don't entirely dispute it Although my read against Pizza/Greebas/Obduilard still stands, so I'm not quite sure why everyone keeps hating on Iced? It's weird If Pizza ends up elim, @KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren could be with him due to the seemingly random shift to Iced. Although @Booknewt also voted Ice first, if they were really trying to present a counter to the Pizza train, there were better votes. @The Unknown Order@Aeternum@KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren@Doc12@TwinStorm@CoderDrag0n8@ThatOneWorldhopper I suggest you guys make a more impactful choice, as I don't want to leave it to the dice tonight. @Doc12, I agree with your sentiment against Coder, but it's his first cycle of his first game Have some mercy Could Greebas at least leave us with a final overview of his suspicions, in case he dies tonight? I'm satisfied with my RP finale for the day. Consider Wishikk going to sleep.
  21. Agree with this; CD is acting kinda weird Thus is the paradox of Sanderson Elimination; yet, if we allow indecisiveness to overtake us, loss is inevitable. In this particular game, there is no way to avoid making an exe. So why not pitch in your stake? You need to choose, Greebas Obdilaurd. Picking randomly IS something I disagree with, but since it was a poke vote without evidence, I think it can be excused. Plus, I think Worldhopper has behaved similarly in other games even when he is Village. There is so much to unpack here, I'm just gonna try. Uhh... no? Is this supposed to be sarcastic? Guilty folks should be even more prone to voting without substantial evidence as, by default, whoever they're voting is generally not guilty. Yes... but the fire will be opened anyways. That cannot be changed. Don't you want a say in who gets shot? Our task is to do our best to prevent it from doing so. And that requires clear, unfiltered, communication and transparency. Kinda weirded out. There is so much going on here; his refusal to vote is very weird, yet something about him doesn't strike me as elim. Honestly, the greatest elim read I have going here is CD, but I don't want to take him out C1. Why? What do you mean "jumping on the bandwagon"? What exactly has he said to make you suspicious? WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH Why is everyone suddenly voting Iced? What has he done? I get you don't like them - but the more stuff gets done D1, the more we have to work on in future cycles. Also, stuff we should keep in mind: CD and IcedOutPenguin are unlikely to be elim together. Pizza and Polly are suspiciously close. Wishikk looked around. The day waned. The time of decision was dangerously close, and he knew this would be his last chance to have a stake in who died. Who died. Such a fickle choice. One fit for gods, not mortal men. Especially not men like Wishikk. The flames raged harder than ever. Every moment, they were harder to hide. Harder to ignore. They demanded to be seen. Yet, head spinning, heart beating Wishikk forced himself to push them back down. One last time. His brain raced, analyzing the current votes. So spread out... so indecisive. Wishikk failed to believe Richard was guilty; the man seemed sincere. And while odd, Greebas didn't seem murderous. Yet the attacks on Richard seemed like a united effort to deflect something. If they weren't, then Wishikk's fellow innocents weren't doing as well as he had hoped. As he had expected, from the promises of redemption. Redemption it was becoming harder and harder to imagine. So Wishikk would keep his vote. And let the events unfold. Decision made, Wishikk let out a sigh of relief. It was done. Perhaps he would be paid a visit by the criminals tonight; perhaps not. Right now, it didn't matter. Because the flames continued to rage, and this time Wishikk relented.
  22. Thank you If you had to pick one person to vote, who would it be? Also, why do you feel so confident about Polly?
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