Hoid Slayer

I didn't believe he was meta-elim due to the fact that the pseudo-elim NK was supposed to be on him, and I was fairly certain that there was a meta-elim mole in the pseudo-elim doc who did not resist

I have access to the doc but I’m not supposed to talk in it Also yeah @Divergent we’re actively hunting meta-elims, not pseudo-elims, in the pseudogame (I tried to keep up the real game facade a bit but broke it to try to save Myst and it quickly deteriorated from there) There’s a lot of stuff going on but no real synthesis and so I really don’t know who to trust I’m lowkey happy I don’t have to really do anything this cycle cause I’m not following this I wanted to when I joined the game, but ehh that didn’t really work out and I don’t feel like extensive analysis this time around Good luck guys, someone please summarize for the love of Preservation, and I’ll rejoin society in the meta-game

Oh yeah hehe I just remembered I NKed her I legit don’t know where to go from here Y’all should not have killed Myst, I warned you

Okay can we please kill Coco now? Edited cause I forgot I couldn’t vote

Waitup guys if we have two PseudoGMs, why is only one of them outputting writeups?

Myst if you think I'm village then why don't we kill Coco the person who is almost certainly evil if I'm not???

Wait Thread Controller is a role I thought we were just using that term to mean someone who tried to control the game? Guys this game lowkey feels so sad There’s been very minimal actually analysis and I feel like someone needs to step back and put together all the scattered things that we know *cough* not me *cough*

Okay can we please address Myst’s suicidal tendencies what is this

Well I am because I’m still under the assumption that one of me or Coco is evil and it’s not me

I’m pretty sure Xino posted at the very end of last turn

Guys what are we doing? Coco

Yes I am I believe that is a genuine mistake from the GMs

Uhh I am not indicating that should happen

Uhh I’m literally pseudo-elim hello???

Evinir Cragborn outstretched his hand and Burned steel. As if Awakened, the Coin flew from his hand, whizzing through the air to thud into the tree before him. The sudden smack made the woods rustle with movement, and the squab chirped from Evinir’s shoulder. So he would die. Someone had found out of his new gift, and soon, they would all descend on him. Just for protecting someone he chose to trust. Oh, how cruel trust had been to him. But for now, the woods were silent, but for the rustle of life - every little step of a mouse, wingbeat of a beetle was picked up by Evinir’s heightened senses - and the baby pigeon mounted on him. Evinir closed his eyes. Within him, the Prize beat steady. It was a drum, fueling him. It had danced with his heart for hundreds of years now. Their ballad would soon close. Evinir, to his surprise, did not feel fear at the thought of death. He had seen it much, come close to it before, and learned to loath it. But he did not fear. All he felt was… a disappointment. Evinir cocked his head, searching for the source of that feeling. In his youth on Idris, Ambition had controlled him. He had hoped to collect power, and defend his people. Then death had crashed into his life, followed by Hoid, and he had left his dreams behind. With Hoid he had traveled the Cosmere, gained knowledge Idrian him could never have dreamed of. Together, had fought for Everything, and yet in the end, were left broken with nothing. He had spent the last centuries running from his past, hiding to build a future, and now that future would also be nothing but a dream, and so here he stood, all alone, in the forests of his youth, wielding the power of the gods yet lacking the influence of an ambitious politician. So ended the tragedy of Evinir Cragborn. He would fight, yes. But they would beat him. He could not run, for they would find him. And so, resigned to his inevitable damnation, Evinir Cragborn opened his eyes and set foot down the path to Bevalis. He had one last place to visit.