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  1. Jo and the Bush
    After Alvron's death, I did let him send in actions for Inactive Eliminators. However, that is no longer the case. Alvron cannot send in orders anymore, and has not been able to do so for three turns.
  2. Jo and the Bush
    I will wager a short fight story that Hoid wins. If someone takes the bet and Hoid wins, they have to write a story about it. If someone takes the bet and Wax wins, I eill right a story about it. (And by story, I mean a short fight scene.) Any takers?
  3. Jo and the Bush
    The Eleventh Day: Critical Error Wilkin unwound the other end of the red string, pinning it in place on the intended target. He stepped back and looked over his Handiwork. A web of mutlicoloured strings led from picture to picture, each denoting an action, an estimated reaction, and a probable Effect. It looked a lot like how he imagined the Drunk Monkey’s plans to look. There was one string that worried him though. A black one that lead from Odium to nowhere. Where would he strike tonight? Where would his Champion strike? Did he even have a champion? Hopefully his informant would figure it out soon. A knock at the door. Think of the Devil, and they appear. “Wilkin? You in there? We got some intel. I think I know where the Champion will strike.” He turned, still holding the black string, and unlocked the door. His informant pushed it open and strode in, clutching a bundle of papers. They dropped the stack on the desk and looked at the web of strings. Their eyes followed the black string leading from Odium to Wilkin’s hand. “Huh, I guess you already know.” “Wait, again? Me?” The informant nodded. “This info is solid. They’ll be going after you tonight. You’ve annoyed them pretty good.” Wilkin frowned, and pinned the string to his own picture. He might need to rearrange some of the blue strings then. Did he have time to get a lashing in place? “Where did you get the info from?” There was a rasp of metal as a sword was drawn from a scabbard. Wilkin turned in time to see his Informant lunge forward, impaling him through the chest. He stumbled backwards, falling off the sword and slamming into the wall. His vision began to fade as the pain spread throughout his whole body. “There are times when you’re too paranoid Wilkin, and times when you aren’t paranoid enough.” Little Wilson was (finally) killed! She was a Normal Worldhopper! Once again all PM’s made before this Turn are closed.
  4. Jo and the Bush
    Time.
  5. Jo and the Bush
    I vote that Human wins, but loses an arm in the process.
  6. Jo and the Bush
    I vote we start
  7. Jo and the Bush
    Noted and granted.
  8. Jo and the Bush
    Joel x5 (rithamist)
  9. Jo and the Bush
    I would be more than happy to volunteer. In Fannon there are.
  10. Jo and the Bush
    I've been trying to solve the inactivity problem that plagues both Town and Mafia alike. When there aren't enough pinch hitters, Inactives can really kill the team. This is the best system I've come up with, besides pinch hitting. The Puppet Master. Every so often, (A turn or a cycle, or until death, however long the GM decides) The village players are asked in their PM to vote for a player to become the puppet master. Whatever villager gets the most votes secretly becomes the Puppet Master. The puppet master is told what roles are inactive, Not who has what role, just what role. They may then control that role until the player returns and proves activity. Any action that affects the Puppetmaster (Roleblock, target changing, kills) does not affect the role they are controlling. The Mafia would be able to elect one of their own players to puppet master the Mafia roles. Thoughts?
  11. Jo and the Bush
    Night Ten: Hatred’s Poison Exisa iddly rolled the glass vial from hand to the other, watching it skip into the air whenever it hit a imperfection in the wood. Everyone else watched it as well, other than Wilkin. He just glared at Exisa. “I should have made sure you were dead last time we did this.” Exisa just smiled sunnily. “You’ll have to thank Preservation for my Life. Oh, and Dan. What a wonderful host.” The vial clinked as it hit the imperfection. Wilkin’s hand shot forward and grabbed it from the air before Exisa could react. He slowly rotated the vial before his eye, letting the light refract through it. “Poison again? Me I assume?” “You always did think everything was about yourself. No. I didn’t poison you. I wanted to kill you personally. I was rather miffed by how much protection you had last night. Now are you going to kill me or what?” Wilkin dropped the vial. It bounced off the table and started to roll away along the floor. “Who then? Who did you poison this time?” Exisa merely pointed as the bottle continued to roll, eventually coming to rest against the foot of Brightlady Diniv. Her eyes widened in shock as she grasped the implications. Exisa smirked. “Poetic isn’t it? You slay a Champion of Hatred just as he kills the Wielder of Honour?” Wilkin stood, flipping the table completely over, knocking Exisa backwards out of his chair and onto the ground. He cried out as he hit the stone floor. Wilkin stepped forward onto the table, driving the air from Exisa’s lungs and pinning his arms to the ground. He crouched on the poisoner’s chest and stared hard at him. “Is there an Antidote?” Exisa grimaced in pain and shook his head, trying to breath despite the great weight on his chest. He dragged in a single ragged breath and spoke. “She dies’ just as I do.” There was a cry of alarm from behind, and Wilkin turned to see a Shard, glowing blue vanishing, leaving behind the pale corpse or Nacoti Diniv. He growled in anger at the sight of another innocent murdered. “Do you see Wilkin? You cannot stop us. Odium will-” Wilkin’s knife slammed through his throat and into the stone floor below, severing arteries and Spine with equal ease. Exisa’s face locked up in an expression of smugness, an expression he would carry with him into the grave. Shallan was Honour! Phattamer was a Poisoner! Honour was given to Endowment. Odium has been passed on. All PM’s made before this Turn are now closed! Player List: Quick Links: Votes: Phattamer(5): Wilson, Kipper, Seonid, Clanky, Dow Shallan(2): Mailliw, Phattamer
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    ALL PM"S ARE CLOSED!!!!
  13. Jo and the Bush
    10 minutes left. tick tock. EDIT: Time is up, no take backs! no changes!
  14. Jo and the Bush
    Zorro 2? (It's a long shot.
  15. Jo and the Bush
    I was more thinking to make Funtimes stop, but that works as well.
  16. Jo and the Bush
    x5 David Charleston
  17. Jo and the Bush
    Like make Nathan look like himself?
  18. Jo and the Bush
    YA dystopian novel?
  19. Jo and the Bush
    Technically I never said there were no secret Factions. only no secret roles. so. . .
  20. Jo and the Bush

    Not one shred of Evidence supports the Notion that Life is Serious.

    1. Alvron

      Alvron

      Don't take Life too seriously, no one gets out alive.

  21. Jo and the Bush
    Ten days: Guilt of the Survivors. “I’m sorry you know. I thought it was you. Thought it had to be. And now you’re paying for my mistakes.” Coco was no longer conscious, barely even breathing. Her chest rose and fell slowly, once or twice a minute. She was running out of Pewter, and they couldn’t find more. Devotion had hidden it somewhere before he died. “If it were in my power, I’d heal you, but we can’t. Your wounds are too deep, your system dependant on a metal we don’t have.” Her breathing slowed even more as Wilkin watched. It wouldn’t be long soon, but damnation it all if he would leave before she died. “You’re dying because of me. Just like so many others. but I won’t give up until they’re all dead. Odium and his champions, and any who side with them.” One breath. Then another. the pauses between them were increasing. She was pale skinned now, her body still bleeding from Endowment's attack. “I swear to you Coco, I will see the Cosmere itself destroyed before I let Hatred reign. I will make right what I have done to you.” He waited, watching to see if she would draw another breath. It took a long time, but she did, rasping in just enough. It slowly leaked out of her mouth as he watched. He continued sitting, but the woman drew no more breaths. Death. It came to the people he swore to protect, often at his own orders. He had more blood on his hands than Odium himself by this point. By the time he was done, there would be too much to wash away. Wilkin sighed as the back of his neck tingled. That meant he was going to be attacked. Again. He pushed his chair away from Coco’s sickbed and grabbed his sword from where it hung on the wall. He still hadn’t fixed his door from the last attack, so it was wide open. Pressing his back against the wall next to the door, he peeked into the hallway. Two figures walked into view, trailing smoke. He pulled back before they could see him and readied his sword to strike. Before the first one could come through the door, there was a yelp of surprise, and a clash of steel. Voices cried out as the sounds of combat intensified, crescendoing when a lifeless was kicked through the door, a broken sword embedded in its chest. panicked, uneven footsteps sounded off as someone ran away, obviously wounded by her lifeless. That only left one. Wilkin took a step and swung his sword low as the figure stepped through the door. It passed harmlessly through the Odium and bit deep into the wood of the doorframe. He tried to pull it out, but before he could, Odium stretched forth one hand and fired a bolt of power into his chest, launching him backwards through the wooden wall. He tumbled across dirt and stone, coming to rest a good 20 feet away, feeling the hole burned through his chest. A lethal wound if he was any judge. He heard more footsteps, signifying Odium’s approach. He stopped next to his head and spoke. “We took your advice this time. Attacking fast, rather than taking the time to taunt. Looks like this time, we’ve finally got you.” Wilkin grinned through the pain, and released the investiture he had been repressing. It flowed through him, healing his chest and restoring air to his deprived lungs. There was a long pause as he gasped in a fresh lungful of life, and then, “No.” He looked up at his would be killer. “What?” “NO! This is so dumb! How many times have you been attacked now? Like, 6 or 7?” Despite the lack of facial features, Wilkin could tell he was scowling. “Yeah, about that many. Three lifeless, several Lashings.” Odim raised his hands in the air as if beseeching the heavens “Sharddamn it! What is it going to take us to kill you? Do I need to sacrifice a Goat? Pray to Harmony? Do a bloody dance while singing A Little Fall of Rain? Why does everyone die, except you?!” Wilkin stared at the Lord of Hatred, and then burst out laughing, his newly healed sides protesting as he expelled all of his breath at the ridiculousness of the situation. They were in agreement it seemed. He could never die, only those he protected could. Odium scowled down at his tormentor before dropping his arms to his side and shaking his head. “Screw this. I’m going home. See you tomorrow night.” He turned and trudged away, leaving as Wilkin’s desperate laughter changed to sobs. Nicocoberru was a Thug. Wilson was attacked, but saved by a lifeless Wilson was attacked, but saved. Player List: Quick Links:
  22. Jo and the Bush
    Gah, rollover was two minutes ago.
  23. Jo and the Bush
    18 minutes left.
  24. Jo and the Bush

    I think I've finally found the quote I want to be my permanent status update. I'll post it tomorrow, then never change my status again. unless i find a better quote.

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    2. Haelbarde

      Haelbarde

      But what if this is The Final Status?

    3. Jo and the Bush

      Jo and the Bush

      You'll see when tomorrow comes.

    4. Jo and the Bush

      Jo and the Bush

      Apparently I lied.

  25. Jo and the Bush
    Would wrapping a spike in human skin stop hemalurgic decay?
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