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Night's over. Write up will be up shortly.

Basically what Wilson said. I let her vote count because I started the Day 5 around twenty minutes late, and she was only off by a few minutes, but I didn't do any of the others. I didn't look at any of the edit times, just the posts themselves. Sorry about not closing it off, my phone is permanently dead so and an unforeseen event had taken me from my home. For the future, assume that all votes after 6:00 Pm Pacific time are null.

Long Game 8 Night 5: Golden is the Eye of the Beholder Tulir felt gold flare within her, Her two selves always by her side. She had been forced to go crooked as a politician just to support her constant gold burning, but after she had done so, she never regretted it. In her journey towards becoming a gold savant, she had learned never to doubt or regret her past actions. She could learn from them, yes, but she had to keep herself moving forwards. Even as the others plotted to kill her, she smirked; they had no idea what she could do. Even if they had known that Tulir was a gold misting, they would have no idea the level of control Tulir had over her power. Whereas other gold burners had to look at two specific possibilites, Tulir could control at what point in the timeline the two selves that she saw would split. Tulir could see either result of any choice that she made. It was a very powerful ability. The crowd conspired against her. The votes were cast, and she was found guilty. “No,” Tulir said. “No.” She hastily choosed different turning points in her life, trying to see what she had done wrong, and what she could learn from the past to change the future. The two persons besides her remained the same; bound and terrified, awaiting a painful death. Satrams stood in front of her, face solemn. “We are sorry, Tulir. We need to do this.” They lowered her into a vat of chemicals, a thin net the only thing keeping her from a painful death. “We’re sorry that this is the only way to kill kandra as well.” “Please,” Tulir cried. “Shoot me first, at least. Then you can dump my corpse in the acid.” Satrams and the rest of the crowd considered. Finally, the shook their heads. “We’re sorry, but we cannot allow you any chance to get any metal. Who knows what you kandra can do with that.” Tulir’s skin touched the acid. She screamed and kept burning gold. “No, please, I’m a gold misting! You need me!” She was dead, and she knew it. Yet she focused on her gold, anything to drive out the agony. The two persons besides her were still the same. There was nothing she could have done. The instant before she died, the versions of herself changed, a horrible corpse scarred and burned by the acid. I’m sorry, Harmony said. You made your choice. Tulir was a gold misting! Votes Tulir (2) Alim, Satrams Koll (1) Tulir Popeye (1) Araris Bunnt (1) Willa Players Corrupt Politician: Popeye Spike: Araris Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson) Kandra: TrelVin (The Only Joe) MitthRawn (The Gleeman)

Long Game 8 Day 5: MitthRawn The Kandra named MitthRawn did not hate the humans with the searing passion that his brother, TrellVin, did. He did not thirst to hear their screams, or relish in their suffering. MitthRawn thirsted for screams and relished suffering just in general. He figured it didn’t matter who was actually doing the suffering, so long as it was not him. Guised in the body of Morgan Hanks, he craned his neck and examined the surroundings. The entire former contents of the tavern had permenantly relocated to a constantly roving set of cars, only pausing to sleep in a tight formation at night. The Set leaders among them were treated more like prisoners than equals, but they had all decided that everyone would get an equal vote as to whom they lynched. The sun set, and this night, the mists did not come out. Pity, but at least there were none of Leras’s taint in the air. MitthRawn had the unfortunate role of sitting next to Satrams, who barfed another meal into his bucket. If his vomit was any indication, he ate more than a Cadmium ferring! MitthRawn waited. Soon, the sun would set, and then when they were all on the cusp of sleep, he would take his prey. Twei stood on a nearby rooftop, watching the others sleep. She did not let the others know that she was a Lurcher, yet she knew that she had to do her best to protect them from the kandra, for she was perhaps the only person who could do so with any degree of accuracy. For whatever reason, she had been blessed with an amazing ability to Lurch, strong enough to Pull on even metal inside of other’s bodies, if the chunk was large enough. She figured if she had to, she could stall or even kill a kandra by pulling on its spikes. A gunshot boomed through the air, and she instinctively looked for any of the blue metal lines around her target. She sighed; there were none. He was fine. Pain blossoming within her, she staggered back and put a hand to the sniper wound in her gut. She had been the target. In a daze, she saw someone familiar rummaging through her wound. Who is he, she thought, unconsciousness fighting her. I know him. What’s he doing? He twisted his fingers and she gasped. He pulled out the bullet, something Twei realized was a spike. She felt for iron, flaring it in her stomach. It was not there. MitthRawn saw the others react to the gunshot; he did not, but not because he had known it was coming, which he hadn’t. Over centuries, he had trained himself to be in complete control of his actions. Instead, he waited, watching his target exit their sleeping bag. When they got back, they would be in for a nasty surprise. Once everyone left, MitthRawn forcibly ejected his bones from his body and oozed towards the sleeping bag, leaving behind a massive amount of mass. He left it all in a pile and hid it in a trash can. It was difficult, but TrellVin aided him briefly before joining the rest of the humans at the spectacle. MitthRawn entered the sleeping bag with the tiny amount of mass that he had left and coated himself thinly to the sides. Inside of him, he had three extra spikes to enact his plan. One of them was the same as a koloss or kandra spike, a cheap thing that he preserved perfectly in his flesh. The others gave him duralumin and soothing. As soon as his target came back to sleep, MitthRawn would spike and duralumin soothe them instantly. They would be under his control, helpless to do anything but answer as MitthRawn simultaneously tortured and absorbed his new host. He had never tried this method of coopting a body, but he liked it. Twei used to be a lurcher, but she still lives! Someone has the Spike (in their flesh or out of it). A new kandra has coopted a new host! Morgan Hanks was a kandra! Players: Corrupt Politician: Popeye Spike: Araris Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson) Kandra: TrelVin (The Only Joe) MitthRawn (The Gleeman) Edit: The title for the post is messed up. It's day 5.

(By the way, I totally beat up Brodium. I'm like twice the size of that pipsqueak).

Night 4: Not Quite Quitania did not argue as the others discussed her death. She did not do anything; she was still in shock, aching from her desperate sprint away from the tavern. She did not have any special powers to her name, though her various political machinations had clearly gotten her into this mess. Oh, Harmony, she thought. I’m sorry. I didn’t think; I didn’t think about what my actions will do to others. Mist curled down in the day, clearly visible, black against the light. I’m so sorry, child, that I had to delay this. Prolong your pain, I mean. But I will make it up to you. I will make it all right. Quitania stiffened. “Harmony,” she said. “Will you save me?” Harmony chuckled, a soft vibration that buzzed through her core. I didn’t say that. Jain, Alim, Twei, and Willa had all grouped back up together, among others. They were actively scouring the city now, driving around in a squad of cars, picking up whomever they found. Willa was only there because the others had picked her up, and forced her to be apart from the Set. Now, this group of active hunters were going to find each one of the original people to be incarcerated and kill them, making sure that they would get the kandra. “I think it’s time that we end Quitania,” Malim said. “We need to be good about this; if we don’t keep on at a steady pace, the kandra will overrun us. No longer can we trust the Set to help facilitate this.” There was some dissent, but on the whole, the group agreed. They wrapped Quitania up in iron chains and tossed her to the ground, breaking her bones. Willa brought out a cauldron of acid. “I took this from the tavern,” she said. “This is what we have for getting rid of the kandra.” Quitania woke up from her fog, looking at the acidic green goop boiling above her. “No,” she said. “NO!” Terror now burned through her skin. “Shoot me instead, please- I’m not kandra!” Willa shook her head and, with the help of another, began to pour the vat. This is how I repay my debt, Harmony said, and just as the acid began to burn on her skin, the god of Scadrial stopped Quitania’s heart. You will be sent to another place. Votes: Morgan Hanks (2): Satrams, Bunnt Terra (2): Araris, Morgan Hanks Quitania (5): Alim, Koll, Alv, Taliz Duede, Willa Players: Corrupt Politician: Popeye Spike: Araris Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson) Kandra: TrelVin (The Only Joe)

Thanks for all the well wishing. The game will start back up tomorrow (Wed) night, at 6:00 PM. So sorry for the delay.

So guys, the night's been over for a while now, but the write up (and the next two, probably) are going to be delayed, so this game will be placed on hiatus until Sunday or Monday. I broke both my arm and my phone, so there is absolutely no chance of me getting write up's done at all at camp. I'm very sorry about this.

Sorry, but there's going to be a serious decline in write up quality for the next two cycles, I think. I'm going to go somewhere with limited computer access, so I should be able to report most night actions and votes, but that will be it.

I've always assumed that the reason that the stalactites looked unnatural were because the Lord Ruler formed them with the power. So they were "naturally" created, but their actual placement was dictated by a man. Though, I do like your theory, and it kind of fits in with the Allomantic Bronze pulses.

You can't copy paste past PMs, but you have to tell him the gist of things.

By the way guys, if a kandra takes you he can make you tell him the code. Their communication is awkward, but specific writing styles will not help you. Content might, though.

The kandra have a doc.

You can take it that way. That doesn't mean its what happened.

Long Game 8 Day 4: TrelVin TrelVin burned each time he heard someone call him Jedal; it was a two way pain, searing both because he was forced to pretend to be the slime that had been Jedal, and because these scum were believing him to be their… well, not friend. But ally. The only way that TrelVin wished to associate with these fiends was the most interpersonal way he knew, a quick knife in the back and then the delicious absorbtion of the body and bones. The only problem was, absorbing a body took time, and TrelVin was relatively young, of the 10th generation. He did not have the abilities of one like TenSoon, who could hop into a body in the matter of minutes. TrelVin required at least an hour, and that was if he was willing to be sloppy. That didn’t even account for the time that he would need to interrogate the poor sap! With a specific target in mind, TrelVin prepared himself for the pain to come. He stalked over to Satrams, pale and clutching and clutching a warm mug, steam drifting off of it like mist. Blessing of Potence firing within, he easily raised the man by the throat. “We kandra are tired of having to cower with scum like you,” he growled, and impossibly, Satrams paled even more. Satrams did not display the primal terror that TrelVin desired; TrelVin made his skin translucent, revealing the muscle beneath. Now Satrams screamed, and those Set soldiers crashed into the room to aide their master. Trelvin snarled and flung Satrams across the room, where he smashed into a table. Bullets screamed through the air, dozens of them peppering TrelVin’s body. It hurt, but it was no more than an annoyance. He dashed toward the Set soldiers and crashed into them, dropping the pair and ending them with a quick blow to the heads. He had incorporated metal plates into his fists, and a blow from TrelVin was probably worse than being hit by a Thug. “Farewell,” TrelVin said dramatically, turning to face the scum even as more bullets from more guards burned his skin, a few fracturing his skull. “I go to retrieve our Koloss armies; once they have my order, they will destroy every living soul in Elendel. There is no way that you can escape.” It was a lie, of course. There were no koloss armies anymore, and even if there were, Harmony would never have allowed them to be used. Indeed, his master said. The balance. The balance! TrelVin sprinted towards the new line of Set men, killing one with a brutal punch and delivering a vicious backhand to another, a (possibly) survivable one. “We have to catch him,” said one of the Set higher ups. “If he escapes, then the koloss will crush us!” Excellent, TrelVin thought. Forcing his muscles to move as fast as they could, TrelVin disapeared down the street and turned just as the mist obscurred him from their week human eyes. “Over there,” a Tineye called. “He turned!” TrelVin crept into a building and sprinted out onto the top, carefully leaping from rooftop to rooftop, making sure that none of the newly relieved Set soldiers saw him. Both of his comrades back in the tavern were rioting the crowd, non allomantically, unfortunately. They were getting their men to revolt against the Set and fan out, while the guard was done. Hopefully, they would come to their senses and return, realizing that alone they had no chance. True, the chances of the people went up together, but TrelVin really hated tracking. He much preferred a violent slaughter. All he needed was to get one alone… his smile brightened as he saw his target creep out of the tavern, following an exodus of the scum. He twisted unaturally high up his maleable flesh when he saw his target turn and go completely alone. TrelVin followed for a few minutes, then dropped off the roof. The sound of TrelVin’s impact caused his target to turn, eyes wide, but it did not stop TrelVin’s fist from knocking into the head, rendering him unconscious. TrelVin threw his new identity over his shoulder and began the walk to one of the many kandra torture chambers hidden throughout the city. He had work to do. Fun work, but work nonetheless. Results: Jedal is a kandra! Jedal has stolen someone’s body! Also, no more PMs! Player list: Corrupt Politician: Popeye Spike: Araris Corrupt Politician: Quitania (Quitecontrary) Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson) Kandra: TrelVin (The Only Joe) Should I go ahead and delete the PMs, or do you want to keep them?

Night is over. Write up will be started done soon.

Oops. Adding that.

Long Game 8 Night 3: Boxings While the others argued for Peng’s execution, he shivered alone, cold and empty. An empty glass was his only companion, and he felt the chill of guilt everpresent in his soul. “I’m sorry,” he said. He could not force his voice to be audible, yet some sort of steely resolve struck him. “I’m sorry!” He yelled it, his voice piercing the noise like a blade. The rest of the tavern slowly grew silent. Alvron turned to him. “What? You’re sorry that we’re going to kill you?” Peng shook his head. “I’m sorry that I killed. I’m the coinshot, and I killed one of our own. I deserve to die.” “No,” Alron said, voice hardening. “You deserve to die because you might be a kandra. If you’re telling the truth… then there is no way that we’re wrong.” Shaking, Peng stood. “I deserve to die, but I won’t let you kill me. I won’t.” A handful of boxings shot out from his cloak, but Alron dove to the side and raised a gun. Peng drew another handful of the coins, but Alron was too fast. He clipped Peng in the head, and Peng dropped. Peng was a Coinshot! Votes: Peng: Willa, Alim, Jedal, Terra, Alron, Araris Tulir: Taliz Duede Corrupt Politician: Popeye Spike: Araris Corrupt Politician: Quitania (Quitecontrary) Corrupt Politician: Terra (Pupper) Corrupt Politician: Alron (Alvron) Corrupt Politician: Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Corrupt Politician: Tulir (Tulir) Corrupt Politician: Taliz Duede (twelthrootoftwo) Koloss Riot: Kamden (dants) Koloss Riot: Morgan Hanks (the Gleeman) Koloss Riot: 10. Koll (killersquirrel59) Koloss Riot: 14. Bunnt (Binnut) The Set: Jedal (The Only Joe) The Set: Alim (Malliw73) The Set: Satrams (a smart guy) The Set: Willa (little wilson)

That won't happen every time (and is purely an rp thing because I goofed in the write up. As I have said, Araris's spikiness has no actual impact on the game).

I go with what weiry says. I love how the "World of Ash" sound.

And, this koloss-kandra would be able to reach a stable, yet enormous size. Just throw a few aged hogs at it.

Well, technically, you are metal now, so if you consider the outer layer of your spike-body metal, then you're fine!

Wilson is alive. Araris is kind of alive. For all intents and purposes, Araris is alive without his power and Wilson is alive with it. Araris can still talk with his normal profile.

I haven't given Araris the spec doc yet, and I must have misspoken on that quote I gave you. I meant that spikes didn't kill when they failed, but that's not what I said. So, Araris is alive! Well... sort of. He's in Willa's body now, but he still gets his vote. And, he can still be killed (not sure how the coinshot could do it, but they kandra can simply call on Harmony). But for the game's purposes, he's alive. (And yes, he can still be bodysnatched.) For the duration of this game, spiking will not kill. I'm sorry for the confusion (and incorrect info) I gave the Set, and it was completely my fault.

No, Aonar was vanilla.