Awesomeness Summoned

"You know, I was there for that whole sordid affair. Marvelous times! Butterflies, blood, a Fox and severed head... Oh, and the cheese! To die for."

Things were looking promising so far. Mon had quickly located a group who seemed willing to work with him. Now they just had to figure out how best to take advantage of current events. They’d been arguing all morning and Mon needed a break. Despite the risks, he decided to stretch his legs and see how things in the city were progressing. He excused himself from the conversation and stepped through the door into the blinding sunlight, shielding his eyes with the back of his hand until they could adjust. He heard boots approaching from his right and spin quickly, knives out and ready to kill. The man froze in mid step and quickly raised his hands, palms open and empty. “Forgive me sir, I mean you know harm.” The stranger reached into his coat and Mon readied himself to lunge but what the man pulled from his pocket was just a rolled up piece of parchment. “I have a message for you.” Without thinking, Mon slide the daggers back up his sleeves then reached out to take the missive that was extended to him, but at the last minute thought better of it. “Who is it from?” The messenger shrugged, “Doesn’t say.” Mon eyed him still not taking the letter. “Who is it addressed to?” The man gave an exasperated sigh and in a rather sarcastic tone responded, “You of course. Didn’t I say that at the start?” Mon began to tense again. “The name.” “There wasn’t a name included. The instructions were to deliver it to a stocky fellow with black hair who would be standing on this corner dressed exactly the way you are. We get requests like that all the time.” The man was certainly dressed for the part but this didn’t make any sense. Few people knew Mon was back in town and the only people who knew he’d be here were in the room he just left. Besides, there were riots going on. Who would be delivering missives in all this? The messenger gave off an air of nonchalance but upon closer inspection Mon saw a tightness just below the surface. Something wasn’t right. The man’s eyes flickered to Mon’s side and quickly back to his eyes. On instinct, Mon quickly reached down and seized the hand that had been sneaking under his coat. He twisted it sharply and turned to find himself looking at small man with very surprised eyes. To Be Continued... Today's RP got a little out of hand. I decided to split it into two parts so there wasn't a giant block text you had to read all at once.

I've contemplated making a list of "Sentences that have never been typed before in all human history" such as the above example but lists aren't really my thing. Perhaps one day.

Sorry, too late. You are dead

Having been there myself, I can attest that the perfect color recognition will only make you a far better cook than you ever imagined. You will now always know when your batter is perfectly cooked.

Every breath was more difficult than the last. Awes could feel his mind wandering, recalling random moments from the last few days, unable to focus on the here and now any longer. He needed to pay attention though. He still had one thing to do before he let go. They were all gathered around him, confident that they’d finally one. Awes couldn’t argue with that sentiment. But their victory would not be as complete as they seemed to think. Awes knew how to turn that joy into ashes in their mouth. His heartbeat had slowed, but it was still there. Ace was leaning over him, gloating about how this slow death was deserved for the crimes he had committed. After feeling the pain himself, Awes didn't think that was true. No one deserved to die like this. But Awes didn’t hold it against Ace. He could understand his rage. What could not be forgiven was betrayal. Jim Bob Dirt had promised to help the ghostbloods but instead had brought their destruction. He likely never intended to help them but that didn’t matter. He’d made the agreement. The words had come out of his mouth. He would be judged by his actions, not his heart. The heart slowed even more, but didn’t stop. Wurum was the only voice of reason in the group. He was smart enough to realize that they should finish Awes quick and be done with it. No one else seemed to realize the danger though. They had no one to blame for this one final death but themselves. Awes forced himself back to lucidity with one last push of strength. He opened his eyes and looked at each face, resting finally on Jim Bob Dirt who stood far closer than he should have. “You think us defeated? We were but a small drop of blood in a sea of red. Enjoy your victory for now, what little you have left. In the end, the ghostbloods always get what we seek and right now I seek revenge.” Awes extended his hand directly at Jim Bob Dirt’s chest. “Ten” Edit: Spelling and grammar. Was typing this really fast to get it in before the deadline.

The same. That was one sunday I didn't get anything accomplished I had planned to do that day.

Audible was designed specifically for skaa.

I would imagine it's because there are two people in that picture

Mon inhaled deeply, letting the morning air fill his lungs to bursting. Some people found the rain depressing but Mon had always loved the way it smelled and something about surviving another high storm filled him with new life. Today, he tingled with so much excitement he could barely contain it. It seemed he had returned to Kholinar at an ideal time. Riots provided opportunities if you knew what you were doing and this was not Mon's first experience. Those distant screams weren't bad omens. They were the cries of one less competitor blocking his path to greatness. He contemplated tracking one of the screams to see if there might be anything left behind to scavenge but he knew the first rule of business was survival and riots were all about mobs. The quickest way to getting snuffed out himself was to go it alone. He'd need to find a mob of his own and fast. Once he had protection in numbers, then he could start making plans for his own profits. He shook the water droplets off his coat, pulled his hood up, then set off down the path, a slight skip in his step. He knew just the place to find some like minded individuals.

This does beg the question though, if two people vote for me, do I die from the hammer or from being lynched? So far I've been assassinated every game I've played in. Not sure if I want to keep that streak going or if I'd like to add a lynching to my death tally.

Rubix clerification on the fake voidbringer: If they search out a member of one of the other factions, does that "random" response include coming back as that person being a member of their own faction? For example, if a darkeyes spied out a merchant, could the answer come back as that person being a darkeyes? Or, does the "exprected" response part mean it can only come back as one of the two opposing factions?

Guess you'll just have to find out in the write up won't you One hint is that despite being a Ghostblood, Awes keeps his word. Plus it will be a fun little irony if it does what I think it will. No worries, anything in black I consider the character not the user.

You claim 12:56 PM but your time stamp clearly states 12:57 PM. Already starting out the game with inconsistencies.

Um.... I have to admit, I find the fact that I am still alive rather surprising. Did someone painrial me last night just for the heck of it? Edit: Oh... Ace's comment the other day on the hammer being a delayed kill makes more sense now. Well that just seems cruel then to make me have to suffer through an entire day in the pangs of death.

Quicksilver is a special case since he is a mutant and Magneto's son which gives Fox the rights to use him but is also a prominent member of the avengers so Marvel also has movie rights to his character. There are only a couple other heroes that fall into such a grey area so I doubt we'll see many crossovers like that until one of the franchise becomes unprofitable for their studios.It's by no means a compromise, just neither studio could prove absolute ownership of the character.

Sadly, it seems that now my highest ranked comment outside my icons was an exploitation of the Stick fad. http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/7189-your-favorite-inanimate-object/?p=118476

I'm not normally into horror but I loved this series. It's one of those rare instances where, at least for me, they got better every book. The only other Dan Wells I've read is the Partials series but I'll admit I didn't get past the second book. Think I was getting tired of dystopian at the time so I might try revisiting them sometime. I'd definitely agree though when it comes to John Cleaver, read Dan Wells.

You can also just set up a new disposable gmail address for this game if you don't feel comfortable handing out your email address.

Nothing to worry about. It will just have a more fitting name since your omnibus will be an actual book filled bus.

I'm excited about the mixture of Admins, moderators, experienced players, previous gm's, and new players we've got going for this game. Should be interesting.

Just don't push the blocks in a direction that will move the highest level block away from the corner. For instance, if I had it in the top left corner and there were only three blocks along the top, I would only try to push the blocks either up or to the left until I had four different blocks across the top row. At that point, I can then move the blocks either right, left, or up. There will likely be a few occasions where you have to move it out of the corner to get a new block to show up but at that point you just have to pray that the random block doesn't show up in the corner you want to move back into.

Cromptj's suggestion is a big help in solving it: Also, try to keep your highest level tile in a corner (I usually use the top left corner).

Actually, that was Alv's own doing. We didn't really discuss it. Edit: until someone upvotes me again, my rank is 1234

A competent dark eyes you say, yet you can't even identify an axehound when you see one? You wouldn't survive a minute out on the shattered plains much less against loquacious fish or a kandra who's been gifted with the Blessing of Potency.