Hoid Slayer

Well to be fair if there’s only a couple people talking your suspicions are gonna be within those people, you can’t accuse someone who hasn’t said anything

Could I know what the things you feel about me are? @kit kat I see you

Anything in particular he said that makes you suspect him?

Guys I think we just gotta wait for other people to pop up in the first place Which, yk, none of them are doing On another note

That's true I'm a little concerned by the lack of votes and trains flying around both in the first pseudo-game cycle and this one

Not by me And I'd rather you get exed for something you did instead of getting exed anyways for something you would do

Ngl, just go ahead and do them anyway

Exeing isn't just about confirming as village; if it were, we would just pick our exes at random, and the elims would win I don't believe you're elim, especially with whatever this is, and I don't want you dead Wanting to get exed as a villager is not only selfish, it's also foolish - you're giving away your voting power when we might need it

Waitup no I don’t like this I don’t care if you wanna confirm yourself as village I don’t think that selfish desire merits squandering a potentially useful exe

I actually like that idea (The asking Xino if he told anyone he was a Coinshot, not the asking him if I'm elim) I'd actually prefer to do it publicly, here @xinoehp512 did anyone know you were a Coinshot? If no one did, I'm assuming the meta-elims had someone within the elim team

That's exactly my point I think that if Coder is elim, then he is lying about killing Xino, and I think the odds of that are greater than the odds of us starting out with three Coinshots but then again the actual AG had an absurd distro so you never know (For the record, Hoid will admit no such thing)

Because what has Xino done to make us suspect him? All he's done is die, which, if anything, suggests he's village unless his killer is village

I agree in feeling some sympathy, but also, Coder isn't a new player And also, in a regular game, once you get exed once, you're out Two chances is a privilege, and even after that, he can still discuss and debate

I'm well aware, I'm just commenting because I previously considered an elim team of Coder/Striker and I think that's incompatible with e!you unless you're bussing Striker for a weird reason Could you clarify your thoughts on my Coder argument? Also, where is everyone? This feels like a ghost town for an 18 player game

I am somewhat in agreement with this Additionally, it's worth noting that Myst has been very vocally anti-Striker in PMs with me, and so a meta-elim team of Coder/Myst/Striker is something I view as unlikely

This is nothing compared to my prime I've grown soft Let's hope I've grown more accurate as well

Hoid rolled out of bed, and sighed. He opened his eyes, and gravity forced them shut again. Maybe he could sleep a little longer... he forced his eyes open once more, and reached hazily for his phone, flipping and tapping it to check the time... 10:00. 10:00?!?! He had to get up... ... Hoid stepped out of the shower, changed, and immediately grabbed his computer and opened the Shard. 10:43 was far later than he had intended to do this, but, well, he did tell them he was sleepy. But he could wait no longer. He had signed up for this game, and now he had to honor his commitment. Not only that, but it seemed the entire Shard was now in danger... and somehow, Hoid, certainly one of the least capable people available, was one of the few who had a chance to save it. So, Coder had died. That was interesting. He began to type. Not in his anonymous account, but his own, in the PM that the players had all created to discuss the anonymous invaders. So uhh guys I was actually intending to write an analysis but my dad just walked into my room telling me to make breakfast so waitup an hour or so Edit: I'm back Hoid returned from breakfast, and at last wrote out his message: TL;DR I think we should flip Coder here as well If you killed Xino and are not Coder, please come forth and confess I actually think getting rid of Coinshots in the pseudogame early is a positive, as it reduces the amount of chaotic elements that the meta-elims have at their disposal

Coder I have an argument but y’all are gonna have to bear with me for tomorrow cause I’m sleepy

Yup, you can always keep on yapping, just not voting

Not here he ain’t Why? What’s our current plan, then?

Huh I survived Cool On another note: I need to skim through a lot, but a village Coinshot (almost certainly CD, @CoderDrag0n8 care to testify?) sniping an elim C1 feels weird Is a possibility where there’s a metaelim within the pseudoelim team that orchestrated this worth considering?

Guys I yk don’t really want to die here If no one finds anyone really suspicious, can we kill someone inactive or something like that?

Hey guys I’d have liked to pressure more today but I’ve been really busy And I’ll be busy tomorrow as well And this weekend BUT after that I should be mostly free So yeah don’t kill me please

Why

In a shocking turn of events, I find myself agreeing with Araris Valerian With that said, I haven’t played in a long time, and I wanna reap the juice of this game if I can, which does mean tryharding the pseudogame Coder get in here RP: Evinir Cragborn walked the streets of his homeworld, his head down. Even now, after all these years, the place brought back memories. It was here, after all, where his life had changed forever. The visions came back to him in flashes. The murders. The Wizard. A false friend, And then, peeking around the bars of his cell like a savior, Hoid. Damn Hoid. He had fought for something, in those days. He had thought himself a hero. Now, he merely fought to survive. He shut his eyes, and a lone tear began to trickle down his cheek. He ignored it, let it fall. It did not merit his effort. His uncle would have called it weakness. His uncle had died hundreds of years ago, fat and forgotten. Only Evinir endured. Hallandren had changed a lot since his uncle’s days. But some things never changed. Dodging stares from his Breaths, Evinir walked down side streets, until at last he arrived at what seemed to be a modern building. He went inside, and snuck past the manager into a secret level underneath. From there, he maneuvered his way down old tunnels, until at last, he reached a seemingly blank wall. He reached out with his hand, and spoke a Command. Slowly, the bricks peeled apart to reveal a passageway. It was still here. Evinir walked into the hideout, and made sure the door shut behind him. He lit a match, and used it to light the torches perched throughout the walls. This place predated electricity. It, too, held a special significance for Evinir. It was here where he had first come into contact with Ekkar - poor, damned Ekkar Loral. After his feud with Hoid, Evinir had returned here, and set it up. In the centuries that followed, he had come only a few times - only when he truly needed to hide. This was one of those occasions. After cleaning the place, Evinir sat down at the desk, and pulled out his spanreed and quill. Old fashioned as they were, they felt right in his hands. And those who needed to hear his words would understand him. Evinir placed the quill on the paper, and began to write.