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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Arcady Feldman

Hey.
On second thought – when I first summoned Egiool, he fell from my face level and cracked the floor. I should be more careful with first-time summons in the future, lest one turns out to be Collateral Damage Man.
This time, though, I seem to have been lucky. What’s standing in front of me – who’s standing in front of me – is a normal-looking girl. At first glance.
At second glance, I notice her paleness, her natural, yet somehow odd, skin color. On third glance, I notice her hair – it looks like the birds back in 2010, except instead of a bird, it’s probably hair – the sticky, sheeny blackness could be concealing it or something else. Further glances reveal… nothing, really. Aside from the hair and paleness, she looks pretty normal. And about my height, too.
Then a strand of her hair rises up. No, wait, it’s not a strand. More of a braid. It ends up nearly horizontal on top of her head, then slumps a little. Then it catches on fire.
Counting that, she’s way taller than me.
Now, what kind of person is she?
What should I do, anyway? She’s not moving. At all. That alone is more off than anything else about her.
Introduce myself? She knows my name, right? Inherited memories and all. Well, I don’t know hers…
“What’s your name?” I ask.
Gina. Gina Sixpacklex.
“Can you speak?”
Can I?
Gina makes a few experimental moves with her mouth. Her teeth look fake. Then she takes a deeper breath, tenses up, and leaps… to within a few centimeters of me. That distance increases as I fall over due to being startled. Luckily, my bed turned out to be just behind me. Unluckily, it’s a narrow, one-person one, so my head connects with the wall. Rather painfully.

A few seconds later, when my senses return to working properly, Gina’s on the floor, Egiool’s head resting on the back of her… sweatshirt. Her clothing is so unremarkable I didn’t remark on it until now, but it’s present. And that’s well and good. Better than the option where it’s not present. Less awkward.
“It’s okay, Egiool!” Didn’t stutter this time. “Let her go, it’s not her fault!”
Egiool reluctantly skitters off Gina, mumbling “.yes ,masteR”
It appears to have left holes in Gina’s arms – he must’ve driven two of his head-spikes into them. Nevertheless, she stands up, then inspects her punctured sleeves. Some red has soaked into them, but other than that, the holes in her arms seem rather non-threatening.
“You got paint on my clothes!” exclaims Gina. “Cool, now I look fought! We should totally do this again sometime.”
Egiool’s eyebrows fall, then rise again. “.you asked for iT”
“Can this wait until we’re not in my room?” I interrupt. “I’d rather have you both not damage it.”
Both of them look disappointed and grumble something.
“I should just unsummon you for now…” I say. The looks on my Entities’ faces make me reconsider. “Okay, Gina, you can stay. You haven’t had a chance to move around before. Egiool, off with you.”
“.whatever ,I won anywaY” he says and disappears.
“Gina… don’t leave the house, please. You’re free to explore anything within if you don’t break it. You should know how to, right?”
“I should manage. I’ll ask your parents in case I need to!”
“Okay. I’ll just lie down for a while, then, and rest… the last few days feel longer than all the other ones.”
“I know how you feel – I feel like today’s the longest day ever!”
“…” I decline her the satisfaction of finishing the joke. She pouts and walks out of the room. I assume a horizontal, supine position on my bed, close my eyes, and stop trying my best. For now.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Arcady Feldman
Here I am, standing in front of the house I call home.

Let’s reminisce a bit.

Before I was… kidnapped, the last thing I remember is being on a bus. Returning from school.
I take a bus to and from school because it’s not quite on the other side of the city, but still somewhat far from my house. I didn’t go to the school that I could walk to – my parents found out it wasn’t really known for its quality, and they wanted me to be educated well. They had a point, not that I can compare, so I agreed.

When I came to after leaving Telerius’s… realm, let’s call it that, I was in a nearby dark alley. Figures he wouldn’t want my return to be seen. The population of the alley consisted of just a few passed-out students from the school I didn’t go to.
Maybe I can compare after all.
Well, they didn’t pass out due to natural causes like entertainment. I think one of Telerius’s entities must’ve escorted me here briefly to make sure there were no witnesses. And that’s fair enough.

Then I walked home. And now I’m stepping through the doorway, opened with my key.

“Arcady!” I immediately hear, and then I feel my mother grabbing me in a hug. “You’re safe!”
“I am.” I can’t think of a safer place.
“What happened?”
“Let me go and I’ll tell you. You should call Father, I don’t want to repeat this. Might be a long story.”
“Right.” she conceded and ran off. As I waited, I took off my cardigan, or whatever the name of a buttoned-down garment that has sleeves and goes over a shirt is, then walked over to the living room and stood in front of the armchair, still holding the clothing piece. Eventually, my father arrived.
“We’re listening.” said my father.
I put my cardigan on again, making sure to check it’s on the right way. My family relations are built on honesty. If anyone says anything, it’s true – unless there’s a clear way to tell it’s actually not, so it doesn’t actually matter. We agreed that if any of us planned on being untruthful in a non-obvious way, they should make it obvious – by putting their clothes on inside out. That was me making sure that didn’t happen.
After sitting down, I start talking. “What I’ll say now is in reality probably past my comprehension and breaks some rules of common sense, so I can’t account for that.” My parents’ faces don’t twitch, they don’t interrupt. I wish everyone had a family like this. “For a very brief summary: I was kidnapped by someone incredibly powerful, taken to a place I couldn’t find on Earth if I wanted to, and given a tattoo that summons a magical being that can fight for me. I know you believe me, you have no reason not to, but I’d like to show you that being, since I guess you’d ask for it sooner or later.”
Now, Egiool, can you try appearing… horizontally? If you put those head-spikes of yours in the carpet, you’ll cause damage.
.okaY .I’ve caused enough damage recentlY
I put my hand in my left pocket – for no reason other than wanting to touch the fabric over the tattoo, not that it’s required in any way – and do whatever it takes. Egiool appears at my feet, supine.
“There.”
“.hello ,arcadY’s parentS .don’t mind me ,I require no sustainance you’d have to providE”
“I guess it ended up not being a long story after all. Do you want to ask for details?”
They did want to. Some questions were addressed to Egiool rather than me, and he answered them without breaking anything. I explained the fighting, the host and his entities, the other people… eventually, it came to an important question.
“So you said it’ll happen again.” said my father. “You’ll disappear for days to be there, and then you’ll return. What should we do about it?”
“I’ll need some sort of an excuse…” I started.
“Technically, we can hand your teacher a note without an excuse, so, if it really is inevitable, you don’t have to worry about that.” said my mother, not really interrupting.
“Yes, but people will be curious. I’ll have to tell them something.”
“And if someone asks us” said my father “it’s better if we know what the excuse is so that we don’t contradict each other.”
Brainstorming ensued. Eventually, we agreed on that my grandfather, retired, just arrived from Europe, and every several days it’s my turn for me to spend time with him – show him around the state and so on.
“Make sure to ask someone what’d you miss at school so that you can catch up.” said my mother. A teacher herself.
“I understand.”
“Okay then. You’re probably not very tired, but you might’ve missed your room and everything. That’s how I felt when I took a quick trip abroad – one Friday I left for London, same week’s Sunday evening I was back home, and it felt really weird. Go remind yourself of things being normal, Arcady.”
That sounds like good advice. “Thanks, mom.”
With that, I wandered off. My parents could want to discuss it all on their own now, anyway. Egiool crawled after me slowly – seems like he took my caution to heart. Shame about the trail of tinfoil he left on his way.
My room is my room. A dresser or two, a wardrobe – storage of all the clothes an adolescent male feels he needs. Bookshelves. A desk with a computer. A bed. A window. No carpet, just a wooden floor, smoothed by my feet, socks, and sometimes shoes, although we don’t do that anymore since it’s kind of impolite. A chair at the desk, and another two in the corner. I sit down on the former. I should probably punch in all that contact info other people gave me before I forget it!
.hey ,arcadY ?you got another embleM ,righT ?other people have already summoned their other entities ,why have you noT
Can’t this wait?
!it should noT !carE !you’d better know who it iS
Right.
I finish leaving the contact info in a text file for now, then reach for my right shoulder.
In fact, this’d be a good time to explain the looks of my two tattoos I came into possession of so far.
The first one – Egiool’s – is on my left thigh. It depicts two heptagons – of the same size, concentric – not overlaid, as one is rotated a few degrees. Dozens of jagged squiggles permeate the heptagons. The heptagons are technically silvery, but all the squiggles are gold-ish, and the colors seem blended into a pale, yellowish, yet still metallic hue.
The new tattoo is somewhat similar. A roughly triangular, slender, very pale purple shape lies on my arm, pointing at my shoulder – probably not the color of a vein. On that tip lies a smaller, red, equilateral triangle. Some would say it’s a crude depiction of a human – body and head. Then they could be asked what are all the dark, nearly black lines originating inside the tall triangle, perpendicular to its two long sides. They honestly seem ominous.
Well, no use trying to stall, especially since I’m less than half as curious as Egiool is. I focus and do what it takes again.
Hey.

[Stay tuned for the next episode.]

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

Since Blood here is the first person that could’ve had any Entity ideas ever, I think priority should be awarded to him.

Sorry for holding the game up! Me and Knob are trying to have a fight.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

I, tried drawing things!
The left side of this drawing depicts Gina, the right side that you have to scroll to see depicts Knob’s Erubutt or something

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

Name: Gina Sixpacklex
Gender: Girl
Elements: Chemical/Fire
Base Form: Candlegirl
Appearance: Socialform: Gina’s 5’6" without her wick, making her just slightly shorter than Arcady – her wick brings her past that height and past Arcady’s as well. She could be mistaken for a human at a moderate distance – although for a human that doesn’t go out much, since her flesh is all white and pasty. It’s wax, and her skin is wax as well. I suppose wax statues are quite lifelike. Gina’s head looks like it has hair painted on it – it seems like a single, sheeny mass rather than something made of strands. Gina’s bones are made of nano-carbon-something – that’s very durable. Nanotubes? She has wax facsimiles of organs, which don’t have to function, but having wax eyes is handy. In place of a nervous system, or at least its main throughfares, Gina has wicks. Her ‘brain’ is a wax lump, the main wick going through it, through a hole in the top of the skull, and out of her head, where less than a foot of it is visible. It burns, but does not consume, or at least not at a rate that isn’t immediately replenished. While the wax brain isn’t much good, within Gina’s skull (not inside the skull cavity, but rather embedded as an inner layer in the skull itself) there are graphene processors, boosting her thinking. Gina wears a hoodie, a cooking apron over it, pants and shoes. And probably some kind of undershirt. And socks. The colors of those vary, being generated depending on Gina’s opinion at the time of summoning. Gina doesn’t really care if she goes out, her flame isn’t needed for her to be healthy in the short term, acting mostly as an energy outlet, regulating mass, and as a means of removing unwanted substances from her body in a more aesthetically pleasant manner than the human one. She maintains a temperature of 40 degrees Celsius, except near the top of her head, because, y’know, flame – it can be speculated that that’s the reason her hair isn’t wax.
Battleform: Gina’s skeleton grows and her ribs twist and form rudimentary claws at the ends. Her wax goes full slime mode, not caring about organs at all, being just a mass to be defeated. Her temperature rises, turning her more liquid, and the wax rushes up to cover the newly extended skeleton properly. She can extrude eyes and mouths wherever she wants on her body. The wicks in her bones grow even longer than the bones themselves, and where they protrude from the wax surface, they can burn.
Personality: Gina likes creating things. She seems to appreciate things, often changing her mind if she doesn’t like something. However, that makes it so that she gets irritated by criticism easily, if briefly – disliking anything likely means you disagree with her. Gina likes to keep track of people’s dislikes, as she wants, for some reason, to expose people to them, her ability to make facsimiles of objects being helpful. She’s generally jolly, any deviations from that state being short-lived, even alarmingly so. Still, her tendencies to like what others dislike and insist on it could antagonize people, especially humans.
Signature abilities: Gina’s area of expertise is carbohydrates… mostly.
Even when summoned, Gina can slowly regenerate her skeleton – it takes time due to how precise the structure has to be. She doesn’t know how to make most proteins – one thing she can make that includes any is flour, the starch part being easy. Together with fats, salt and dyes, it’s almost everything she needs to make what could pass for food somewhere. Maybe in Mexico – a single chemical that could be considered Gina’s signature is capsaicin, and she conducts ongoing research on finding even more burning substances to go with her burning fire. Other substances she can generate are the other ones her body consists of – oil paint and wax, her kind of wax being her true signature ability. Large amounts of the thick, hot, white liquid can be produced, and it quickly cools, becoming solid, and very hard, but not brittle, being amorphous. Gina lacks precision with wax, but not with plastic – she can make pretty much any shapes she can think of with the common polymers, but they lack durability. The usual shapes are kitchen utensils, plates and disposable cutlery. As a logical extension of that, Gina can produce the very basic carbohydrates – with minimal thought, they come out as a crude oil mixture, forming her highest-volume attack.
One of Gina’s ribs assumes a sword shape, detaches and ignites as she assumes her battle form. That rib contains similar structures to those in her brain, housing a soulless being known as the Black Knight. It’s autonomous in following Gina’s commands, acting like a robot. Its body consists of soot or what’s about to be, consumed by the sword’s flames. Despite that structure, the Black Knight is solid and can wield its sword.
Aside from all that, Gina possesses the standard fire abilities and can likely try her hand at other, non-mentioned chemicals, although with much less success.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Arcady Feldman
From a vantage point out of the way, I get to observe the fight in relative safety and comfort. I guess. It’s still hot and I can be hit by something stray, but it doesn’t seem to be happening. What does happen is that Egiool gets onto the airborne dragon, clinging onto its side, then goes to work on its leg, grabbing it and the dragon’s flank with several arms. However, after a bit of struggling, he fails to make any progress towards prying it off.
!so weaK !eternal shamE
You’re doing your best there. I guess the entire limb is too well attached. If you take that engine off, it should be impaired as well.
.righT
With that, Egiool moves a little down the dracolich’s leg, putting several claws on it and another few on the thruster, then begins applying his hopefully considerable strength. The metal began to give way… slowly. I feel Egiool’s pleasure through our link – it seems he’s really into that kind of feeling! However, that feeling becomes marred as the bonerdagon lands on Archangel and dispatches him in one blow. The slowness of Egiool’s effort proves to be disadvantageous as well – the dragon’s point defense systems finally catch wind of Egiool, and a flamethrower starts rendering him less cohesive.
!don’t need you to tell me to get out therE
Not like I was all that ready to say anything, either. Egiool must’ve missed Archangel… falling…
With these words, Egiool jumps off – not wanting to let go entirely, he ends up leaving one of his claws in the creature’s thruster, attached to him by chain. The jump is less impressive than it sounds – since the bonerdagon landed – on Archangel, poor guy – there wasn’t pretty much any fall for Egiool. With a shudder that’s probably a shrug-equivalent, he shoots the chain’s other end at the floor, where the claw end gets a good grip on the metal mesh.
Nice! I hope this’ll hurt should the dragon try taking off again. Little did I know, eh.
?ideaS
Good question. There’s one thing that just feels obvious. The head! That’s got to be vulnerable somehow. Maybe there are important neck-wires or something.
.right awaY
Before Egiool can touch the bonerdagon (which, just in case, I’ll remind you is covered in metal), it becomes wreathed in electricity from the two members of the group that can wield it. Not willing to be zapped himself, Egiool stops himself from making physical contact, and instead observes – and he spots the dragon’s tail, energy gathering near the tip.
!let’s reacT thinks Egiool as he launches himself over the dragon, intending to knock the tail down, off course, or whatever semantics seem appropriate to explain why’d the attack miss as a result. However, his plan is foiled as the dragon bats him out of the air with a swipe of its wings. Egiool lands on the metal floor, looking like a crumpled heap all by himself. Well, his plan isn’t entirely foiled – the dragon’s tail beam fails to hit Alison and it fails to hit Therean and it fails to hit Fury.
Because it hits Egiool and Egiool only. He basks in its black glow for a few seconds, disintegrating slowly, until Fury’s attack disrupts the dragon.
“Thanks!” I shout. I pay no heed to the response, although I doubt there is one anyway, as I have another courtesy thing to say. Are you alright?
…better than I should bE
Really?
.yeS
Don’t move! I mean… Think, me, think!
.okaY
Yeah! I mean- just sit there and hunker down! Maybe it’ll try finishing you off now, so try just hanging in there! It’s not like… the realization of what I’m about to tell him makes me sad, and he can probably feel that already as well. …it’s not like you’ve- we’ve managed to mount a really successful attack yet. Let’s just try being useful this way instead and keep the fire off Alison and Fury. We’re escorting him, right?
Egiool doesn’t feel inclined to disagree. .righT …defensE ?how’d that go agaiN
That seems like mere idle talk, since he throws up a bunch of chains, which drape over him – not like chain shirt, more like a chain… shell, one with a few layers of thickness – although open in the back.
.let’s make some noisE states Egiool, then swipes at the bonerdagon with a long arm that sticks out from behind the chain barrier. The Farclaws leave scratches on the bonerdagon’s plating, but it feels like they are more significant than they seem. So Egiool just keeps throwing them as the dragon is bombarded by attacks from all the three other parties present as well. The dragon refuses to be beaten into something resembling submission, though, and only starts attacking even harder. Multiple dark beams strike the chain barrier, taking layer after layer while the fire melts it.
!time to end thiS
Careful! I try getting across, but Egiool has already rushed out of his chain barrier and much of his usual surface junk fused to it by the heat, quick and nimble in his more skeletal form. Shooting chains at laser cannons, he manages to disable some of them by the claw ends caving in their barrels and casings, but it’s not enough, and not quite immediately but still pretty darn quickly he finds himself under fire and beams, hitting his bared form quite severely – it’s a wonder he’s still holding up after that previous big attack he took combined with this. Worst of all, the dragon’s taken to the air, so Egiool’s demanding, attached hands find nothing for them to sink into. The claw attached to one of the dragon’s thrusters
?huH
That was stupid! Just defend!
…but that’s borinG
How does that matter? Are we here for fun or what? Look, Therean’s doing the same thing, let’s not have multiple people making the same mistake!
!alright ,let’s bug ouT
Chains launch from many points of Egiool’s body – short chains. They latch onto his limbs and other parts of structure, then flatten out, eventually giving him something membranous. The membranes adjust their angles, then Egiool drops a Ramjet Ball behind himself. The air blast strikes those metal plates head-on, imparting enough kinetic upon him to get him to slap against the chamber’s wall. Keeping his grip on it is trivial, and he starts climbling up. It only takes a second or two for the dragon to re-aim – then it keeps the weapons pointed on Egiool as it fires them. It hurts him, and it hurts me by proxy as well.
Anyth-
!WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT THIS NOW Egiool’s furious mental scream, combined with the pain, bowls me over. It’s true – I’m out of ideas. If he can protect himself somehow, I don’t know how. If he can be useful somehow, I don’t know how. If I can be useful somehow, I don’t know how. All I know is that the more he’s angry, the lesser the pain seems in comparison, so… good for him.
Eventually, he reaches the top – top of the chamber, ma! The stupid beams are still reaching him up there, twisted in their bearings to point mostly upwards.
“!TAKE THAT” yells Egiool as he enlists gravity to help him, launching a LOT of chains. Going straight downwards, they don’t really slow down. Where does he take them from, anyway? As chains pour from him like pasta from an extruder, a dozen of his flailing arms produces Farclaws, which also make their way down in a haphazard cloud of sharp violence. Does that do anything meaningful to the bonerdagon? It shouldn’t, but it does. Maybe. It’s hard to tell. The two electrical attackers manage to use their attacks well enough to shock the dragon into inaction again, and that’s accompanied by enough visual effects to make scrutiny on what’d Egiool achieve impossible.
Either way, the dragon finally collapses for what seems like the last time. Egiool hangs from the ceiling like three spiders stuck together in a teleport accident. If he had lungs, he’d be gasping – there’s certainly a feeling of that brief exhaustion coming from him.
.eternal shamE ?if I could only do this much against a big, material enemy ,what hope have I against anything elsE
I don’t even answer.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Master Thread

I haven’t started any of my long-planned games yet so I guess this post is a teaser saying I might soon

 
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Topic: Forum Games / General Thread

Originally posted by Mysterymason:
Originally posted by thenewampkit:


Recognize this?

Lol I blame Minnakht for my Dota 2 addiction. He gave me a beta key last February and since then I’ve racked up 2593 hours and 2007 games.

I can confirm this.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

Well, yeah. Or did you think everything else was taken save for just a few things, even the most boring random combinations being taken to 4/4?

Might want to edit your abilities now, don’t think you can do acid rain with that kind of elements…

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [SIGNUPS AND DISCUSSION] [ALWAYS OPEN]

Elements: Electric/Chemical(Gotta try this out,no one used it yet….)

Well, no, exactly the opposite. Everyone that could used it – all two of that kind of emblem are taken, and none more exist, so you cannot have it.

Besides, if you took a Light/Water emblem, then that’s what your entity should be!

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

fart

 
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Topic: Forum Games / General Thread

I should probably have popped back in here at that time and been all apologetic about my absence, but being the four-eared pumpkin-headed twisty-tailed hairless donkey that I was at that time, I began having all sorts of inner conflicts and insecurities at the thought of returning.

This kind of thing is the reason why we don’t have Half-Life 2 Episode 3 yet.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

Yesterday, I was restricted to Twitter-sized posts. I guess there’s two restrictors, then, since if I got that on night 2, couldn’t have been Myhome.

Also, I forgot to send in a night action. Been kinda busy recently.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

I did research and roleblocking scum stops nightkill by mafiascum rules, which Kad probably based this on. So I definitely vote adv0catus.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

What’d YOU learn tonight, Pulsaris? You’re a cop as well, right?

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

Good doctors, right? Mafia could’ve gone for easy target. No one thought to protect walford, myhome could be.
Whaddya know today, Pulsaris?

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

I don’t know, I’ve seen setups with either named mafia gunbearers (and backup gunbearers) and setups where a mafia member is chosen to be the one executing the nightkill, not getting to use his own power role as a result that night.

Either way, you’re protecting adv0. If you flip scum when we lynch you, we’ll either have more of a reason adv0’s scum as well or you’ll have effectively framed him. In the end, nothing bloody matters because of bloody WIFOM.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

The only kind of person that could be certain of that is scum, since there’s no publicly available roles chitty I know of so we don’t have a precise understanding of roles other than our own! You could only make that kind of statement because that information was in your role PM!

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

Huh. Are we allowed to edit posts in this one?

Remember that time in one of Bluji’s mafias when I was a flavor cop and failed to figure out that devourer was scum even though I investigated him early and then I just sat there on the information like an idiot? Ugh. I shouldn’t be playing investigative until I learn to do it properly…

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

…my god.
I’m stupid and eat cocks, especially the leg and chest parts of them, although most of the time they’re probably hens.

I mean – this is my first time playing voyeur, because no one thought to include that role in a mafia before. So when I looked up potential results of a voyeur action, as a GM would provide them, they went like ‘failed protection’, ‘protection’ and so on. Well, adv0 had protection and roleblock, the latter of which I ignored earlier since I didn’t think it’d be so important. Gosh, sounds like everyone piled actions on him this night.
And in my utter stupidity, I assumed that ‘protection’ implied it actually did something and prevented a nightkill, while ‘failed protection’ meant it didn’t prevent a nightkill on account of there not being an attempt in the first place.
But if he really is scum, maybe the roleblocking prevented him from making a nightkill and that’s why no one died! Especially since I don’t have no ‘shooting’ in my report either.

And hey, this also goes with my irrational suspicion of day 1 discussioners.

Well, I go back on my ‘clearing of suspicion’ of adv0 I stated earlier, and might even go as far as to FoS him based on the data available.

Of course, if helltank flips town after being lynched today (I still hope he is), we can suspect myhome and we can suspect Pulsaris as well.

To be fair, it’s kind of a shame adv0 said nothing in the day aside from that one initial post. I was prepared to follow his vote, having what I now see as a misconception of his innocence. Good for me that didn’t happen, then, I guess!

Or maybe town really has a bunch of competent doctors – that’s still a possibility. Well, I hope Pulsaris gets protected this night!

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

Bother to explain what you meant with this, Minn?

No one else voted that day.

Once again, I’ll state that I’m a horrible Mafia player. I suspect people who vote day 1.
Playing scum is refreshingly simple. You know who’s with you, anyone other than that can die without a concern for you. During the day, your task is not to get lynched, and that’s also the task everyone else barring a jester will be attempting. Once day 2 rolls around, investigative roles begin giving the town some ground to do actual educated guessing with – before that, on day 1, people are either voting blind or being scum and voting anyone that isn’t.
Or, as it was the case this time, removing inactive people from the game.

Either way, I really don’t understand the position Hell’s arguing from.

Also, just saying – if we manage to lynch Hell this day, if he turns out not to be scum, we’ll have reason to suspect myhome. Which is pretty much what he said himself last page, now that I read back on it.
I guess I’m okay with this.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

That’s bloody stupid.

Also I understand that I don’t have all that much of a grasp of English, since I’m non-native, so because it’s not phonetically orthographic, the pronunciations might not match the words as I see them in text, but… I really have no idea what does winning rhyme with there.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

As I already said, even if I’m wrong on this, it’ll make it more likely that I’ll lose, but at least I’ll lose having tried to do something during the day, instead of just letting them pass by while the mafia picks people off one by one by one.

At least there’s one really comforting conclusion to be drawn from this night’s results – even if scum is not the only killer, no one died, so town must have really good doctors, or a lot of them. And town must have really good players if they made that choice instead of going for other roles.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Mafia / BuPick / Endgame: iTold u

vote Helltank

Here’s my reasoning:
I am a voyeur. This night, I went to adv0, and my report said he’s been successfully protected from a nightkill.
Now, in day 1, there’s just two active people – adv0 and Helltank.
As a result, I’d say adv0 is as cleared of suspicion as it gets, if I am to be trusted. And while it might be just a coinflip – scum considering Helltank less of a threat – I’d say that him NOT being targeted at night can hint at him being scum.

And, of course, there’s myhome’s report.

Of course, it could be that I’m misinterpreting data, and adv0 was protected from a non-scum nightkiller while he IS scum and myhome is insane and helltank is right on all that, but I’ve been told that now is a day, the only time when town can do anything, so let’s not have another no lynch, shall we? It’s all good and all that we can start day 2 without any fatalities, so we have some data to work with, so let’s not pass this up.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RP] Emblems of Fate [MAIN GAME] [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

Arcady Feldman
I can feel the electric shocks Egiool is feeling. Together, we make an effort to pass them up as brisk and refreshing, getting some form of adrenaline pumping – compared to what happened earlier, this is not serious at all.
Alright, Egiool! Tear that bonerdagon apart!
…or so I’m saying. He might not be doing that well.
Reapplying a single fresh chain and using a Ramjet Ball, Egiool swings himself to the side of the dragon, the one that puts the dragon’s body between himself and the rest of the group – as to not be exposed to anything they launch. Then he plunges a few of his claws into its rear leg, a few into its torso, and starts pulling the two apart, while looking over the dragon, looking for anything interesting or weak in it.