Haelbarde

Would you like to borrow mine? Though perhaps talking to Burnt would be more productive - she has one with a Triforce on it I believe, so might have better odds at being the real deal.

Unless doing so would let me retroactively bid for masks I might otherwise have been able to afford, I don't see that it greatly matters much

In case it helps, these are my earnings across the game. Loop A D1: 3, N1: 5, D2: 4, N2: 2, D3: 2, N3: 4; Total: 20 rupees Loop B D1: 6, N1: 2, D2: 1, N2: 0, D3: 0, N3: 0; Total: 9 rupees Loop C D1: 6, N1: 0; Total: 6 rupees So with the 10 initial rupees, 39 rupees by start of Loop C, or 45 rupees at start of N1-C. Now, I feel like I could have argued more rupees out of Aman, so if you wanted to verify those numbers against my posts, you might find that there's some posts that could potentially have earned rupees that didn't end up earning me any. The only PMs I've sent this game were the three last night.

That was me. I didn't realise I was meant to sign my messages. I PM'd you, Doc, and Burnt to check if any failed to send. All were successful. Edit: I'm studying networks at the moment, so I was going to just send the message "Ping" but I thought it would be more fun to format it. The ping command sends an ICMP echo request which most devices are polite enough to acknowledge to confirm the connection. It felt appropriate for the situation. Edit 2: Yeah, what I sent isn't really following a fixed format anyway. An actual ICMP message is just going to be a string of binary flags, and you wouldn't receive an external ping from 127.0.0.1 anyway, that's the local IP address for the device to test it's own connections.

I may have missed things, but I'm happy to try PM people, but I have not done so before. Do you get confirmation that your PM was received?

I do not have the Stone Mask. I did end up kinda close to being able to afford it but didn't have the funds last turn nor this turn.

I found the post now and I understand my problem - I did a ctrl-f for 'mask' on every page and just assumed that even non masks would get talked about in the vicinity of masks, but alas. I should have searched for bunny >> There hasn't been a claim for loop 2 though right? While I edited the Bunny hood onto my avatar in an attempt to try and soft claim Bunny mask last loop, even this turn no one has commented on it, and I can say out right that I did not have it.

I was just having a look at that: Doc, Burnt, Coco, Mistfallen haven't died (well, neither have I or TwinStorm, but neither of us have been active enough to get a 50 rupee mask this loop). TUN and Wahr died Loop 1 but have been pretty active Loop 2, so could potentially bid on 50 rupee masks N1 if they get max rupees today. Note that Doc had postmaster Loop 1 so would have gotten bonus cash. Burnt has claimed mask of scents L2 (not that it would prevent her from having achieved 50 rupees by now). No one has claimed Bunny mask either loop. Dangerous candidates would be Doc (with Postmaster L1, and Bunny L2, that's on track for FD levels of money), Burnt (specifically claimed no mask Loop 1 but could be lying), Coco (from Loop 2, they claimed Bremen L1), giving them mega money, or it would be enough to put TUN, Wahr, Mist or myself into 50 rupee mask territory. (What is 'fun' is that while TUN and Wahr are confirmed village, of Doc, Burnt, Coco, Mist, and Hael, there must be at least 2 eliminators, possibly 3 >>)

Did we ever get a Loop 1 Bunny claim? I couldn't see it while skimming through the past loop.

I'm curious to hear from Stick, or the other dead, about how confident they are on the TJ thing. Because if that was fairly sure, could we aim to just execute TJ, Burnt, and Mist and be pretty confident 2/3 are elims?

I still need to think more on what the round means, Ash is a confirmed villager from Loop 1, so killing them gives no new info in terms of confirmed/likely villagers at the cost of giving Ash 50 rupees. Why the assumption that there was an elim among the dead?

Link gasped, light returning. He lowered his instinctively raised arm. Before him on the grassy plain stretched Clock Town, neither the painted walls or the tops of buildings doing anything to obscure the eponymous clock tower at its centre. Link had been here once before, 33 years ago... No, that wasn't right. He had been here 3 days ago. For the second time... As two realities became three, he emptied his stomach. --- This time he didn't worry about walking. Curled up around his pack, his cap carefully folded away, he rolled, bouncing down the hill, picking up speed. He thought he could run away from it all, but time had reset after three days, returning him straight back to where he started. So this time he was going to do two things: get revenge on that troublesome guard, and finally sleep in the Stock Pot Inn. As he neared the walls, people scrambled out of the way at his approach. "Halt! Stop right there!" The guard called out. Excellent, Link thought, now I know exactly where he is. He hit the guard like a boulder, the man going flying through into the city, Link tumbling after him before finally wobbling to a halt. As he sat up and opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded with tips of sharp spears. "Wait! Look at the guard." The guard laying a few meters away was unconscious, helmet still rolling slightly after coming free in the impact. One of the guards turned to check, and exclaimed, causing some of the others to turn as well. On the man's face... no, that wasn't it. The man's face was a mask - a facsimile of the Hero of Time fused in place. That's when the melee started. Hopefully it was okay to start the drama early. Presumably not all the guards are cultist, right? Anyways, really sorry for disappearing last loop. Too many assignments and by the time I remembered I should have be posting, it was about to be Night 3, and it was really too late to make any impact. Going to try and catch up and do better this loop.

OoA Also this post: Tbh, that suggests that if rupees weren't spent, either Wonko unequipped the hat before dying, or Wonko wasn't the postman.

"I'm no fighter, that's for sure, but I can try." He peered through the smoke and shadow. "Looks like the east gate isn't passable. Next closest gate is to the north. That might be our best bet. The swamps to the south didn't work out for us, so we could also try going the opposite direction through to my people in the north". He looked back to the prone figure. "How is she doing? Is she still breathing?"

Somehow only hours after (if 'after' makes sense for an event set days in the future that you experied hours ago in the past) experiencing a terror-induced sensory overload, he was experienced the physics-based equivalent. Ears ringing, with what felt like the weight of the world pressing down on him, Link's sense slowly returned to him. He shook his head, trying to remember. He'd tried to get into clock town but then got apprehended and thrown in a cell. Eventually, he'd gotten a cell mate in the form of Commander Vicsen, only mere moments after he'd returned to consciousness, the cell had exploded. Link had tried to move to use his sturdy goron frame to shield the Commander from the blast, but his unsteady legs had failed him, and he'd fell. Instead... He looked around gingerly. His back seemed to be supporting a beam that was preventing more of the building from falling down into the space, preserving some space with which to work and probably partly what had prevented his immediate death. Looking down, he saw the other part that had saved him. The Commander, or what was left of him, lay between him and where the door and it's explosive ornaments had been, having taken the brunt of the shockwave for him. He bowed his head in sorrow at the Commanders loss. Perhaps if he'd be faster, they could have both lived. But he would have to process that later. He would have limited air, and there was almost certainly fires above. If this wasn't the end, it would quickly become so if he didn't get moving. Taking a moment to replay the route he had been taken to get here to work our where the closest direction to 'out' was, he begun the work of digging, and occasionally eating, his way out. ~~~ He didn't know how long it took, though not too long he didn't think upon reflection. Parts of the structure had only partially caved in, and he was able to squeeze or roll through air pockets rather than burrow the whole way out. It turned out also that the cell hadn't been too deep into the build either, or a least, much of what had been in that direction had been sufficiently demolished to ease his escape. Finally pulling himself out of the rubble, he looked around to see a sight reminiscent of the first first night. Buildings a blaze, or buildings just gone, as smoke rose to choke the sky as the moon leered down. Before him, he spotted some figures. Figures he recognised from the journey south before that haunting melody had seemingly sent him back, and then things had changed. "It's happened again, goro. Do you remember? The masked people - they... the Commander is dead. We need to go!" (I assume Ap and those that were with her were still outside?)

Elims can just as easily come up with possible reads and solutions to the game, but can conveniently concentrate on the safe worlds, where they only lightly sus fellow elims if they want to, but otherwise point out funny things about players they know are village, particularly when there's not enough info floating around or discussion hasn't happened to focus on other elims. I wasn't engaged enough D1 to realise there wasn't going to be a D1 execution and that that was why the cycle was ending soon. Well more I had believed it didn't matter. I had figured elims wouldn't want confirmed villagers and would aim to get to the Loop 4 Day 4 where they have the advantage. I would have WGG N2 to lock in the village win but try and minimise the odds of the killed Elim found in the dead pool. I said as much D3 when Ash died N2.

He certainly mentioned them although I was imagining they more just assumed him to be drunk/crazy or perhaps was threatening to create said explosions so detained him awhile for further interrogation. Wasn't really sure to go from there

(Trying to iso on mobile is horrible) Coasting wasn't really the right term. I think it was more a feeling of your posts feeling safe. You don't feel like you're struggling or have a strong urgency regarding one outcome or another despite being fairly active. I'll try and be more specific, and the above can probably be said of plenty of others too, but I've got to try make my bus so I'll need to cut this short. It's a fair question and I don't really have a defence. Didn't realise it was a short D1 and wasn't caught up enough to throw a vote down. D2 I think I was unsure whether we wanted to execute a strong villager candidate in case the elims went for the victory, or if it was still better to find an Elim candidate. D3, I think was a mix of fatigue, and I didn't think it mattered anymore for that loop.

Tried to do a read through of the game so far, but I'm struggling to get into the right headspace for properly analysing posts for reads. Best I've gotten from this pass is a desire to think more deeply on Archer, CoderDragon/Drake, and Divergent as players that feel like, at a glance, could be neutral coasting in a manner that an elim might. Probably happy to put a vote down on Divergent, with the intent to try and do a closer read on them in the morning to either lock it in or shift it elsewhere. (FWIW, I wrote the above before noticing that Divergent has had me as a primary elim read the last cycle or so)

Hitting two elims with executions is already going to be hard enough. I don't think we would want to waste them on confirmed villagers seeing as the elims were so nice to provide them for us. If we can hit two elims today, then we can *probably* just keep executing the same set of players and win, but more likely than not we don't manage 2 elims this turn. If we don't, we have to do so the last two loops just to get to Day 4, at which point we have to manage to find another in the remaining pool alive.

Huh. So they did go for the evil win after all. I guess that means you're off the hook Ashbringer. A general reminder that confirmed good is not confirmed right, but is highly likely honest. ~~~ The slap had gotten him moving, but he did not really know what to do. Mostly he tried to stay out the way to let those with a better idea of what to do actually do what they were doing. It had been confused when a haunting melody had cut through it all as a skull kid had appeared. As someone else knocked into him, he spun around, stumbling into the path of the terrible masked visage of this new creature. In it's rage it gestured, and everything went black. ... ... Link gasped, light returning. He lowered his instinctively raised arm. Before him on the grassy plain stretched Clock Town, neither the painted walls or the tops of buildings doing anything to obscure the eponymous clock tower at its centre. Link had been here once before, 33 years ago... No, that wasn't right. He had been here 3 days ago. Right? As two realities seemed to merge in his mind, he emptied his stomach. --- He had hurried to the gates. The same people lined up before the same guard. Having hurried, he managed to get a few place forward, this time being a head of what he was sure was the same Romani milk supply wagon. "Next", the guard barked, as he ushered an old couple through the gates. "Papers and permit?" Link moved forwards, confused. "But... we did this days ago, goro. I am Link - you had me wait while you authenticated my papers. Do you really need to see them again, goro?" The guard glared, hand still oustreached waiting to take the papers Link had yet to search his pack for. "Bit bit early to be drinking don't you think? Do you know how many people have said they're named Link today? There have been 2 or 3 just in the last hour, and they at least tried to look the part - there's not a speck of green on you. I really don't need the jokes. What's your real name?" "But... my name is Link. And what about the explosion, the fires? I don't understand, goro." The guard narrowed his eyes. "Just wait here for a moment will you?" He motioned one of the other guards standing nearby to come over, muttering quickly. The second guard moved inside, returning a few minutes later with a handful of other soldiers. "You have no problem with following us will you? Excellent." The second guard gestured to the others, who fell in around Link as they once again escorted him into the guardhouse.

To be fair, I didn't exactly spell out the logic, which perhaps the idea that the elims might opt to not persue an elim win on loop 1 was something I was making use of.

People talk about a fight or flight reflex. It's something you readily accept as your lived experience starts supply examples of the concept. Those times you jumped at sudden loud noises. That time someone woke you from a nightmare and in that moment of confusion when you find yourself in a dark room with someone's hand on your shoulder you just throw a punch before the fog of that moment clears and you realise it was family looking out for you. What you don't stop to consider is that 'fight' and 'flight' are not the only (well, they are not exactly choices, so perhaps) outcomes in the immediate moment of acute stress. It turned out that a time to consider that there might be more ways that moment could go could in fact include the very moment in question. Surprisingly, his mind noted as it considered, it made for quite a good example of such an alternative outcome. The eye had opened. The sword had been raised. And for Link, time had slowed, sound and light bleeding away as in this moment he felt almost like an observer in his own body, not really connected to anything in a dark tunnel with a shrinking image of the Masked Jungle Warrior leaping at its end. Thump. ... ... Thump. A sound shook the tunnel. And a little while later a second. He felt strangely unconcerned as he examined the dark tunnel. Thump. ... ... Thump. More time passed. It was odd that he could feel like he was moving yet nothing truly shifted. Ready for the second pulse he concentrated on working out where it was coming from. Watching the walls, he didn't seem the telltale signs of a shock wave passing through solid matter, yet he still felt it. Thump. ... Thump. He looked down. After a moment, his head responded to his will. He stared dumbly. Then it dawned on him. With that the moment collapsed, reembodying himself as the tunnel lightened, the vision at the end growing as it rushed to meet him, silence becoming white noise into whine than grew into a cacophony of shouts and screams. As it settled in, he realised that one of the screams was his own. He didn't stop it. He felt the moment warranted it. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. He stood and watched as those around him moved like a wave to confront this monstrosity, this dark temple guardian, fright freezing him as solid as ice might. He felt an arm on his shoulder. A voice yelling in his ear. He wondered why he could hear the screams but not make out the voice. ... The hand slapped him. Everything finally focused as he properly snapped out of it. "Don't stop moving!"

Just don't call them red shirts

This is true. The trouble is we wouldn't have the power to ensure we kept it