Alvron

Vote Tally: Darkness (5): Straw*2, Ari, HH, Joe Steph (4): Orlok*2, PK, HH, Wilson*2 Sart (1): PK Jon (1): Stink PK (3): Ari, Cluny, Steph HH (1): Cluny Aman (2): Joe, Alv Burnt (4): Wilson*2, Drake*2 Aman. For now. Will hopefully be able to place proper votes in a couple of hours. Edit: Updated Tally

Depends on if they wanted their Pipes. I know that if I had the skill then I would've gone as soon as I could to maximize the benefit of having them.

True but the rich could've also brought bodyguards by now so there's still a chance that it will be blocked.

Yes. It shouldn't be until Month 4 that Bone Tar is ready. I think.

Eh, I wasn't worried about you attacking me back then either, this seemed the perfect chance to call it even. btw, you still keeping the fluffy blankie close by? A good start would be a list of those staying at the Pony. Anyone care to reveal if they are at the Pony?

I am very sorry about that Burnt. I had hoped that if you were brought on the Horns that the Gods of Luck and Chance would be kind and drop the charges. The reason I chose you was to reduce my fees and since you were rich, you could afford the extra Tuition cost. If you want, you can consider that Lashing as payback for trying to kill me in LG24 so we're even.

Sadly I can't promise that as I'm about to log off for the rest of cycle. Rollover really sucks for me this game as it's right when I finish work and we're not meant to use our phones/tablets while working.

Burnt. I need the reduction in fees. Plus I don't want her to think I've forgotten about LG24.

I say let em die. Serves them right. Hmm, I might have to create a grave robber role for one of my games.

Stryker sat in a corner studying and writing notes. Vote Tally: Wilson (1): Aonar That is all.

How many of those Regular Villagers were Unsnapped I wonder?

Ooh, a challenge. I might have to give it a shot.

Well, i need to do all I can to reduce my fees so, Magestar. I don't really have anything big to add as I'm not taking this game seriously at all. I do admit to being tempted to seeing if I can get myself both into and out of the Crockery.

Oh I can already tell, I'm going to like you. Although I am appalled at myself for not seeing that pun.

The fields we study is known only to us unless you tell someone or they spy on you. It will be shown if you are elevated but not in what field.

Your argument is very persuasive. Magestar, how do you answer these charges?

MR12 has a poisoner role that killed the target when the first vote is placed that day. It's also something I've been toying with for a game. A mid-cycle death would really mess with players heads.

Well, it's long, long past time we closed this game up. Many thanks to Sheep and Doc for running this game. It's a shame that there was a very noticeable lack of posting from the players. This game would've been a perfect chance for some great spy RP. I doubt there will ever be a better game for White Text. If anyone would like to try their hand at running a game, please get a hold of Gamma, Wilson, Metacognition or myself. Not only will we get you added to the list, but we'd also be more than willing to help out in any way we can. You can also ask questions and get some hints and feedback from everyone over here in our Art of Game Creation thread as well. With all the games that we've run so far, we have plenty of experienced GMs that can help you refine any game you're thinking about! For the of yu who wish to play, Long Game 33: Life, is still accepting sign ups. Come and join in the slaughter. Thanks again to everyone that played and we look forward to killing seeing you in future games!

Deep in Imre, in the darkest recesses of the darkest corner of the darkest tavern sat a man wearing a cloak of black that covered him from head to toe. How long had he been there, no one knew. In fact no one even knew he was there at all. Which was probably a good thing seeing as he was dead and had been for quite some time. Elsewhere an innocent, unassuming student finally arrived at the University. Little did he know what was in store for him. Signing up as Stryker Nox.

Ratel was disappointed. He removed the Heart from the flame, marveling again how the seared flesh faded as new healthy flesh formed. He had spent days, weeks, months even subjecting the Heart to numerous experiments. Knives, needles, flames and even acid hadn’t been able to permanently mar it. He had tried carving off pieces of the Heart but they fell to dust as soon as they were severed from the main organ while new flesh had replaced what he took. How was he meant to unlock the secrets of Immortality like this? In order to learn the secrets of the Heart, he needed to find a way to stop it from healing, even temporarily. But if he succeeded in that then wasn’t it possible to stop the healing permanently? And if so, then was it true Immortality? Ratel sighed. I guess I just need to keep trying. After all, discovery requires experimentation. Just like Kiireon. She had approached him months ago with a deal. Find a way to free Edaan from the Shard of Odium he had and the Collective got to keep the Shard. It was a fair deal as far as deals with the enemy go. An Odium free from influence for him to study to his hearts content and all he needed to do was find a way to free it from its vessel and contain it indefinitely. No pressure. A light tap at his door brought Ratel out of his thoughts. Is it time already? She must be very worried. Edaan sighed. He had been here for months yet he still was losing himself. He had hoped that being so close to Kiireon would’ve helped to keep the encroaching Hatred at bay but while it had slowed, it hadn’t stopped completely. Sooner or later Odium would swallow what was left of his soul. He looked around his room. A simple wooden cot, his third this week, lining one wall that like the others were spotted with scorch marks. A chair, his fifth, and a desk that had somehow lasted two weeks, against the opposite wall. At first the Order had outfitted his room with all the finest of furniture and tapestries but after having to replace them several times a week they had changed to giving him the basics. For which he was grateful. Edaan always felt a wave of guilt and shame break over him each time he emerged from one of his episodes. The hatred he felt while in one of the episodes was so powerful and each time he awoke from one, the red film at the edges of his vision was a little deeper. And it is all Kiireon’s fault! She gave you this burden! She’s the one to blame for everything! You should kill her! You should kill them all! “NO! I will not!” Footsteps echoed up the hallway and stopped outside his door. Soon after, a key was inserted and turned. They are coming for you! You should kill them before they kill you! “They wouldn’t dare. Kiireon would rip them apart if they harmed me.” Unless she’s the one that ordered your death! The door swung open and outside stood Swift and several members of the Order. Edaan felt a sense of smugness from his Shard. Told you so. And by the way, Swift is trying to suppress me. “It’s true then. All of it.” he whispered. He could feel the Shard rage inside him, fighting to take control. Kiireon really has turned on me just as Odium promised. Edaan closed his eyes and surrendered to Hatred. Swift smiled, pointed at Edaan. “Take him.” The others surged forward. Edaan blinked, shook his head and then blinked again. His jaw ached and if his pained breathing was anything to go by, he had fractured if not broken a couple of ribs. The ceiling of his room had changed. Instead of the featureless grey stone he was used to his new ceiling was massive and long, awash with blues, reds, oranges and purples. At one end was a sun inlaid with gold, showing it rising over the earth. Directly above the center was another sun representing Noon and at the opposite end to Dawn was naturally Sunset, glowing red with oncoming night. Turning his head to one side, Edaan saw that instead of being in his room he was instead in the vast meeting hall. White marble columns streaked with veins of orichalc ran down the sides. He tried to rise but he had been strapped onto an altar of some kind. The sound of a door opening at the far end of the hall had Edaan sitting up as much as he could, which thanks to the straps was very little but enough to see two people talking as they entered the room. ‘No. It couldn’t be. Why would he be here?’ She has betrayed you! ‘She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Could she?’ You can see that she has! Why else would he be here? Ratel. One of the leaders of the Collective if not the leader. Sure Alv was the official head of the organization but that could just be a feint with Ratel being the true power behind the shadowy group. The Shadow behind the Shadow if you will. One that even Alv was unaware of. And he was talking to Kiireon. Ratel entered the chamber walking alongside Kiireon, his Lifeless following along behind as the carried two wooden crates between them. “I know you wanted me to remove Odium but my studies have only shown one way for a Shard of such power to be removed without the Vessels consent. Only an Elantrian can draw the necessary Aon and only someone close to him can convince him to surrender something that has become a part of who he is.” Kiireon looked at him for a long time before steeling her resolve and nodding. After directing his Lifeless workers to place the crates next to the Altar, Ratel pried them open and removed two Dragon Claw stands, one jet black while the other was a deep red, and placed them next to the altar. Each claw coming from a couple of mature Dragons that resided on Yolen. Next he removed a pair of crystal glass orbs, each one crafted from the White Sand found only on Taldain. As he placed each of the two foot wide orbs into the waiting claws, each claw closed to hold the orbs securely in their talons. The fruit of months of long labour. It had taken him a long time to acquire the Claws and Orbs and even longer in research and experimentation to find a way to contain a Shard without a living Vessel for them to inhabit but if it worked, and it should, then it would all be worth it. With one Orb sitting next to the Altar, Ratel took the other and left the chamber with his Lifeless in tow.

While there is still a little time left for voting but it does not appear that another will overtake Aman for the right to represent us in the Championship games. Congratulations Aman, you are about to be killed by a whole new group of people. Should the unthinkable befall our chosen champion and he be captured by the nefarious of all nasties, Real Life, then Orlok shall take up the sword. And now, to arm our Champion. I bequeath unto you,, the ambiguity of the Shadows so that none many know the true intent behind your words.

Voting time. There haven't been any new nominations for a while so it seems everyone has had their say. The nominees are: Aman Lopen Orlok Rand Everyone can vote for up to two nominees. If you would rather do it via poll, pension Wilson for only she has the power. She keeps all the good powers for herself.

I am very interested but sadly I have to pass again this year. While it's likely I will have the time for the May match, I can't guarantee it. Thanks for the nomination though.

And the voices cried out with a resounding Yea. So be it. I have opened the old Mafia Champion thread up for our nominations so we don't clutter this one up more than we already have. (There was a reason I asked if we will send someone, not who we will send.)