Jo and the Bush

I fear the day when He, Wilson and Meta are Eliminators together.

I put the Letter bearer in to discourage people from making PM's since I knew people would be suspicious of somebody listening in, in case the LB was converted. But no, Meta and Wyrm both made a PM with everybody. I had to Delete 60 Conversations after the game. Also, I would like to Nominate Alvron for the MVP Award. For both Sides. When Jasnah found out that Newan was Converted, Alvron got him lynched, figured out that Aonar was the other convert, and had Mailliw seek Aonar, then told him to lynch Himself if Aonar was Converted, since that would mean Alvron would get converted next. He made sure that Hoid couldn't win. Then he got converted, convinced Jain and Mailliw that he hadn't been, and had them and Jasnah targeting the wrong people. He made the biggest Game changing move. Twice. Also Wilson, you still have to give up the MEC Suit.

I'm out of School for the next week, but I do have a lot of Homework tonight. So I'll necro this tomorrow. Also, I'd kinda like for Nyn to kill the boss, since by Daedric Tradition, whoever kills the Champion becomes the New Champion, and She is an Orc after all.

About the prizes, In past games, (Mailliw's) Those have been met with extremely negative feedback, since they turned a Rout into a Victory at the last minute. They're rather unfair. As for the Koloss and the Kandra, The Kandra are OP in their Lynch Immunity, and the Koloss just doesn't make any sense canonically. Alsy, they're way underpowered.

You're being Way of Kings? Anyway, since this is the real universe, rather than Mailliw's Alternate Universe, I'm going to be Jost Joslin again. A Soldier who has Never had a Shardblade, since in this universe, that was Kaladin. I may or may not write in Journal Format again.

“We meet again. Have you actually decided who you believe Hoid is? Or at least who his Converts are?” Jost scowled down at the assembled crowd. A silence fell over the Seventeenth Shard, until, after a Long moment, Jain stepped out. “Sir, I believe we have Damon Shan, believed to be a Researcher, has actually been Lightweaving to fool us. He is hoid. If not, he’s Converted. He’s been hiding this whole time, ignoring our efforts to capture Hoid.” Jost raised an Eyebrow. “Does anyone else agree with this assessment?” This was some hurried muttering, then Aonar and Sarams stepped forward. Sarmas spoke for them both. “Yes, we have long believed that Damon was a threat to us, but we knew we would be unable to convince anyone.” Jain paused at that. Aonar was voting to lynch Jasnah? But that meant, no, he was already committed to this course. “See Sir? Three people out of 8 say that Damon is against us.” No turning back. A long pause, then, “Very well. Damon, do you have anything to say in your defense?” The man looked up from where he was writing, glanced at Sarams, then simply shook his head. He put his papers aside, and stood tall. Jost looked at him, then nodded. “Die well Sir.” He vanished as usual. But instead of appearing behind, as he normally did, he appeared in front of Damon. “I would tell you to meet me in the Tranquline halls, but I don’t believe I’m going there any more.” He summoned his blade, and rammed it into Damon’s Chest. Damon Shan stiffened, but still remained silent, glaring at Sarams. He fell as Jost dismissed his sword. Jost turned away, and walked towards the entry hall. As he did, he called back to the crowd. “You know who it is. They told you themselves. Then he vanished. For a long moment, no one moved, then finally, Sarmas, Aonar and Sky turned and left the hall. It’s them isn’t it? Jain stared after them. Aili had been right. Jain followed after them. ________________________________________________________________________________ Once they were far enough down the hall, Sarams turned back to Aonar and Second. “Alright, the last researcher is down, Second, you go kill that Inquisitor, I’ll go talk to Khriss, and see if she’ll see reason for once. Aonar, you have an appointment.” He smiled, and glowed softly as dust streamed away from him, revealing a White haired man. Hoid saluted down the hall, and left, following Sky. Aonar bowed his head, sending a prayer of forgiveness to Harmony, then turned. Jain stood farther down the hall, staring at him. He tapped his metal minds, just enough to let him see any surprise attacks. “Hello Jain. You really want to go through with this? I have decades of Health stored away.” Jain glared, and began to walk forward. “You, storming, colourless, rusting, KuNuKam! You betrayed us.” Twin knives slid out of his sleeves, into his waiting palms. “I’ll kill you for what you’ve done.” His walk turned into a Dash faster than Aonar would have thought possible. It didn’t matter though. Zinc, Gold. The world seemed to slow down as his mind sped up, his body healing scratches he didn’t know he had. He smiled sadly as Jain closed the distance, then reached him, sinking his knives into his Chest. Pewter, Iron, Steel. He snapped his Thickened arms around Jain, then threw himself forward, crushing him beneath his bulk. “Sorry Jain, but I’m not going to kill you. Hippocratic Oath and all that." ______________________________________________________________________________ Second of the Sky moved through the crowd. Nobody noticed him, and that was how he liked it. He was completely trusted. He hadn’t liked turning on his friends, but he’d seen what was coming. If they wouldn’t join them, they’d have to go. Like Kae. The foolish Inquisitor would have been a great Asset, if she only realized that off Scadrial, she wasn’t hearing Ruin’s voice, but Odium’s. Unlike Jain and NuWin, Second wasn’t a Fighter, he was a Trapper. He had never been in a fair fight in his life, and he didn’t plan on starting now. He waited by the doorway until Iron eyes was leaving the room. as he passed, Second reached out and grabbed where he knew the Linchpin spike was. He pulled hard. The Inquisitor grunted in pain, then fell forward. With no more Feruchemical Gold abilities keeping it healthy, there was no chance of it surviving a Spike removal. He put the spike in one of his pouches, then headed for where Karlin and Ashette were eating. Neither of them noticed him until he was too close. __________________________________________________________________________________ Khriss’s Office was empty when Hoid walked in. He hadn’t expected that. He’d come prepared for the Elsecaller and Khriss, both ready to fight him. It wasn’t like them to disappear like that. Most of the papers and books were also missing. Infact, all that was left was two letters, one from his friend, delivered a long time ago, and one from Lord Joslin. Storm you Midus. You’ve played us all for fools. I never even suspected you were hiding under Sarams. I’ve taken Khriss and the others to safety, away from the fight. You’ve won this war, but Storm it to Braize If I’ll let you have it’s Spoils. The Next Time I see you, You won’t see me. Have fun fighting Rayse. ~Jost Joslin Hoid and his converts won. Hopefully they’ll be able to rally the Shards to stop Odium. Play in my next game to find out! Jasnah was a Researcher! pir2h Was a Normal Worldhopper! Votes: Jasnah(3): Smart Guy, Aonar, Panda pir2h(1): Alvron Links: Master Spreadsheet Dead Doc Hoid Doc Spec Doc PM's

This Writeup will actually be Indeterminably Late. My Family is doing something. It'll will be up in the next two hours or so, I just don't know when in that time. The Cycle will still be over at 9:00 though.

Even when the blood remains in your body, it's still welcome.

I never Posted an Updated player List? 1. (Lightsworn Panda) Jain, a Jindo man with a toy Panda. 2. (Alvron) Second of the Sky, a trapper from the isle of Suluko. 4. (pir2h) Kae, a Steel Inquisitor, 5. (Satrams) Sarams, the mercenary 8. (Jasnah Damodred) Damon Shan ​10. (Ashiok) Ashette Cett, Flamboyant Coinshot 11. (Surgebound Rainspren) Karlin, a Jah Kahved-Purelaker 13. (AonarFaileas) Aonar, a chronologically challenged person Writeup in 1 and a half hours. (89 Minutes)

I wouldn't put that past some people on this Forum.

Aili glanced over her Shoulder, her life sense had been going haywire all day. There was definitely someone watching her. Turning, she ignored it and focused on what Jost was saying. “We found one turncoat, Hoid is still at large, with another two Converts. Yet there’s only four people who have found enough evidence to make a vote, and one of them is claiming himself, as a convert, but nobody actually listened to him. So, Hadrian, Ashette, Sky and Damon. You all stand accused by your fellows, do any of you have anything to say for yourselves?” The four muttered, but didn’t actually Reply. “Well then, I guess we won’t kill anyone today. If this continues, we might simply kill all of you, to be certain.” Wait, if Hadrian really is Hoid, this could be the best chance we have. “Heron accused Hadrian on day one! And we know he’s innocent!” Jost paused, studying Her. Then finally, replied. “So be it.” He lifted his hand up, and the air turned oily. A Shardblade appeared. Hadrian turned, and fled, protesting his innocence. “No please! It’s not me it’s-” There was a flash of Stormlight, and suddenly, Jost was in front of him, his sword piercing Hadrian’s body though his own momentum. Hadrian stared in shock, then slumped, smoke rising from his eyes. The soldier harumphed, then dismissed his shardblade. “Hoid can heal from shardblade wounds. Another innocent slain. Aili was it, Why exactly did-” He froze, eyes widening as he saw her. “What?” Then suddenly, she was shoved forward, and the people behind her screamed. She looked down at her chest, where a Steel blade was sticking out. What? As she fell to her knees, she was aware of Jost giving chase to a shadowy figure, who rapidly vanished from view. Her last thought was simply, Well played. Mailliw73 was a Researcher! Araris Valerian was a Normal Worldhopper! Votes: Araris(1): Mailliw, plus one Tiebreaker vote. Ashiok(1): Ashiok Alvron(1): pir2h Jasnah(1): a smart guy.

Just something I found lying around.

A Quick note that I forgot to add in the Writeup, Hoid did Convert. He no longer has the ability do do so.

NuWin walked through the Empty halls, towards where everyone was meeting Jost. He knew that they wanted to lynch him, but none of them had ever killed a Kandra before. This would be too easy. So he walked with confidence. The halls were empty, except for him and a woman walking the opposite way. She was holding a sheaf of papers and seemed to be in a hurry, though she glared at him as she passed. He smirked, and continued on. There was a noise behind him, he whirled instinctively bringing his arms up in a defensive position. The woman was on the ground bleeding. How had that happened? A door in the hall opened, and a glowing figure stepped out. He bent down, and touched the woman, then fled. Nuwin continued to watch, confused. After a minute, the Woman got to her knees, and fled down the hall after the figure. Odd. He turned, and continued on his way. When he opened the door to the hall, he was surprised to see a much smaller crowd than normal. Only the 11 other suspects, and Jost Joslin, standing with three strangers. Jost had his Shardblade out, both hands on it’s hilt, with the point in the ground before him. NuWin closed the door behind him. “You voted without me? How unfair.” Jost spoke, his voice ringing with authority. “NuWin, Kandra of Harmony, you are charged with the Murder of Heron, Initiate of the Seventeenth Shard, and with Conspiracy to commit Treason. How do you answer?” “Murder Heron? Why, he still lives.” NuWin reached out, as if attempting to hug the Crowd, and shifted, his flesh changing until he wore the true shape of his Bones. Heron’s bones, Stolen after his Burial. “Look, here I am. Alive and well.” The crowd was silent, but simmering with Anger now. Jost tightened his grip, and glared. “You make a Mockery of us. So be it. You are found guilty, and sentenced to death.” He suddenly glowed brightly, then vanished. And then there was a Shardblade sticking out of his ribs. Nuwin gasped, then tapped his bendalloy minds, creating new Flesh before his soul could leave his body. He walked forward off the blade, leaving behind a greying Corpse. Turning, he laughed. “You don’t know how to kill a Kandra. Why are you even trying?” His Executioner smirked at him. Creepy. “I had to try. And besides. I have friends who do know how to kill Kandra.” He flicked a finger, gesturing to the crowd behind NuWin. NuWin smiled, and turned. Then froze. The three strangers skin had turned translucent, revealing Obsidian Bones. The middle one spoke up. “Hello NuWin. Did you really think Harmony wouldn’t find you?” “TrelVin! Is that MitthRawn and NaVorl with you? Cremlings. Betraying one of your own?” TrelVin merely frowned at that. “You betrayed us. are you going to come quietly, Or will we have to burn you Alive? We’re fresh out of Acid I’m afraid. Joel needed it.” NeuWin glared. then looked around. He could still win this. “I choose the Fire.” He burned Bendalloy, his stolen Spikes giving him the ability, Instantly, hundred of Calories he had stored were multiplied. He quickly converted these to flesh. Growing quickly, abandoning Heron’s bones after they didn’t fit. Everyone was panicking know. Except for five figures. The Kandra, Jost, and M. Perfect. He pushed, sending a tentacle of muscles towards the five of them. Jost simply disappeared, and the Kandra shifted, flattening to the floor. Only M couldn’t Dodge. He was engulfed, and digested in a manner of seconds. He manipulated his Skull upwards, to the top of his mass, and formed a mouth. “Ha! Now how will you defeat me? I am-” An explosion. Heat. He felt himself burning. He formed an eye on his other side, as quick as he could. Jost was on his other side with NaVorl. Both were emptying Barrels of Alcohol and Elendel Oil on to him, which NaVorl lit by Compounding Heat. Nuwin screamed, and tried to move his mass, before realizing that he had no limbs with which to do so. He hadn’t made any. He pulled Heron’s bones to the front, and formed a Normal sized body desperately trying to get away. But then, the other Kandra were there, with more Flame. They burnt his eyes, blinding him. He desperately tried to escape, but there was so much heat, and he couldn’t see. Eventually, he gave up. A sad voice spoke in his ear. Why did you disobey me NuWin? Why?” But he could no longer answer. NuWin has been Lynched. He was a Converted renegade! Meta was killed by the Converts. He was a Normal WorldHopper! Votes: Newan(7): Alvron, Metacognition, Lightsworn Panda, AonarFaileas, Mailliw73, a smart guy, pir2h, Surgebound Rainspren,

Scientific Progress goes Boop?

I'm not getting the reference? Explain please?

There was a tie, technically, so tiebreaker votes did come into play. That's actually annoying that is.

Gosh darn it. I completely forgot that Luckat had a vote last Cycle. Due to the Tie in Votes, Luckat has been Lynched.

“Actually, are you sure we should be catching him?” Brass and Zinc burning again. He’d have to return to Scadrial soon.. “What if you’re really on the wrong side?” “What if, how so?” The Hopper was confused about this, but then, so had the last one. “Well, Hoid’s trying to save the Cosmere from the likes of Odium. Can you imagine what would happen if Rayse and Bavadin were allowed free reign? And that’s what will happen if the Seventeenth shard doesn’t interfere.” He changed the speech for everyone. This one was tailor made for this particular Person. “But, the Riots. Remember?” “Yes, because we took it upon ourselves to kill, rather than to save. A man cannot Kill and Save. Think about it.” ____________________________________________________________________________________ Heron carefully examined the vial of metals. The colour of them looked, off. “Are you certain this is Pure? I don’t want to get another Sickness.” The Metalurgist smiled. “Sure are. Purest ever. Those metals won’t cause you any harm at all.” Heron glowered at him. “Yes, but if they’re not Pure, I can assure you, you will feel considerable pain, as your spirit is ripped apart.” The man seemed oddly unperturbed by this. “My Spiritweb is perfectly fine Hemalurgist. And it won’t be going anywhere.” What? “You think I’m a Hemalurgist? A you must be Insane.” Very few people knew he studied Hemalurgy. And none on this part of Scadrial knew. Only his fellows in the Seventee- His face drained of colour. Why would a member of the Seventeenth shard be here? He flared steel and darted forward, leaping the counter and pinning the surprised man to the wall. “Who in the Survivor’s name are you?” The man blinked a bit, before replying. “A, Distraction.” Something grabbed Herons shoulder, and threw him against the wall. He flared pewter desperately, but all that did was clear his mind enough to see an Iron spike descending towards his, stealing both his life, and his healing. Heron would not Survive. Wyrmhero was a Regular Worldhopper! Luckat was a Regular Worldhopper! (She'll get a Writeup in the next hour or so.) Votes: Luckat(1): Mailliw Aonar(1): Metacognition This Cycle will be 25 hours. I'm getting home a bit late tommorow.

Um. There's a rather important scene that disproves this.

A Quick Clarification, Pm's and sending in orders counts as activity. 10 hours left people.

You know you're a Sanderfan when you notice you're #16 in the Top Reputation, then you immediately think of the Implications of 16.

Granted. You have no Friends. I wish for the next person to wish for a Curse.

Yes. Hoid has a Convert.

He instinctively burned copper, making sure any Seekers wouldn’t sense his emotional allomancy. Brass and Zinc made it easier to convince people of things. He walked among the crowd, wearing his new shape. He was quite fond of it really. Hopefully he’d be able to keep it. His target waited at the gates of ViewPainter’s Palace, like he’d said he would. The Hopper seemed to like Nalthis. But then, after Elendel, it was the Seventeenth Shard’s favorite gathering place. The hopper turned, and seeing him, waved. Completely unsuspicious. But still. It made it easier to get them alone. “Hey. What did you want? “I had an Idea, about how to catch Hoid, but I need your help for it.” “Actually, are you sure we should be catching him?” Hoid burned brass and zinc, carefully manipulating the Hopper’s Emotions. “What if you’re really on the wrong side?” ____________________________________________________________________________________ Jost looked around the room. It had been a week since they’d started the Hunt for Hoid, and so far nothing had happened. A couple people had said that maybe It was Lucy or Hadrian, but no one really paid them much mind. They talked and planned, but only in small groups. The vast Majority of them didn’t trust each other enough to speak their mind openly. In this situation, that was good. With a Shapechanger about, no one could be trusted, though all the Senior Members had been confirmed to be who they claimed. But these 14, one of them was a Mask. “You’re people are being very Cautious about this. Taking their Time.” An rich, Elderly Voice spoke from beside him. “Yes, but In this case, I think it would be wiser to move quickly, strike before Hoid has time to gather support.” His spren, Izyan, stood next to him. “True, but it doesn't appear that will happen for quite some time. But they’ll get him. They’ve thought it out, and they know what to do.” “Hopefully. Otherwise, well, we’ll be prepared either way.” No one died, so no new Player List. Votes: Luckat(1): Surgebound Rainspren Araris Valerian(1): Wyrmhero I still can't believe I forgot to name Cycle 1. And just so you know, if nothing happened with you, you won't get a PM.