There has been more angst than action of late.
seems like the game is experiancing a bit of melt down
I did get my new information ( or as much as I guess I need) so I’m not the hold up.
for future reference may I suggest that dead players not be used as subs it makes post searches a pain in the. And with a game this long the memory fuzzes
HEY PHERE! You napping? Having communication problems with your MASTER? Why don’t you give us a hint & we can dispose of them for you?
Beginning end of Night. No more actions will be accepted.
Should take me a couple hours to calculate the results.
My “master” made me work every single day this week, and kept me way past my scheduled time every day. In other words, my scheduled day off wasn’t a day off and I’ve been working since last week.
Ending night early was simply impossible.
I’ve re-read everything posted since my last post.
I will warn inactive + not living players to please refrain from posting.
Nothing posted was rule-breaky or spoil-y, but I’d rather not think about aborting the game when it’s so close to the finish line due to anything that remotely, faintly, has a whiff of, or could be construed via imagination alone to be spoiling or rulebreaking.
Is it time yes? Is it time yet? Is it time yet? 
Presently I’m updating everyone’s status on my notes, to take into account their new items and so forth, and double checking it so I don’t get stupid errors where X happened but wasn’t supposed to happen because Y had Z item.
Smaller player list means actual result calculation should take 10 minutes, but double-checking my prep work is essential to avoid error.
Oh my. I’ll respond to this one-
Folks, there is zero chance of me shutting down the game because of losing interest or being busy IRL. I am slogging to the end regardless. The only thing that will stop me is RL illness, death, or loss of internets.
Those of you who stuck through it and those watching with interest will get an ending to the game, I promise.
I regret that work drains me so very much, and I regret that I’m unable to keep the game moving promptly. You guys deserve better and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to provide.
Status double-checked, calculating results.
*It is the year 10,432…
Who knew what day or month it was anymore… time seemed to be winding down like a spent pocketwatch.
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**It was a lie.
The light was streaming through the darkness. But still, the darkness had them all, and would not release its terrible grip. Time was short.
This… was their last gasp.***
Alanis Moriessette- Precious Illusions
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You’ll rescue me, right? In the exact same way they never did
I’ll be happy, right? When your healing powers kick in.
You’ll complete me, right? Then my life can finally begin
I’ll be worthy, right? Only when you realize the gem I am.
But this won’t work now the way it once did
And I won’t keep it up even though I would love to
Once I know who I’m not, then I’ll know who I am
But I know I won’t keep on playing the victim.
These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.
This ring will help me yet
As will you, knight in shining armor
This pill will help me yet
As will these boys gone through like water.
But this won’t work as well as the way it once did
'Cause I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who I’m not, I still don’t know who I am
But I know I won’t keep on playing the victim.
These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend.
I’ve spent so long firmly looking outside me
I’ve spent so much time living in survival mode.
But this won’t work now the way it once did
'Cause I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who I’m not, I still don’t know who I am
But I know I won’t keep on playing the victim.
These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.
These precious illusions in my head
Did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend.
**Fubbleskag **had a feeling it was coming, but welcomed death.
The knife slid over his throat, and his attacker sprinted off into the night.
Fubbleskag fell to the ground and bled out quickly. As he passed out for the last time, he thought about a lot of things. About how far they had come, and how close to being defeated they were.
He thought about his choices, and how they ended up causing him more trouble than it was worth.
Still, he was not someone to live in regret. What was done, was done.
Maybe, they would prevail still. It didn’t matter to him anymore.
The Demon Lord appeared before him just as he lay dead, and the earth opened up. Fubbleskag was dropped into a chasm, where hellish fire and lava awaited him. A reward for a life of not-quite-virtue, perhaps. Still, the reward was far richer than Fubbleskag deserved.
Fubbleskag was slain by an assassin.
**Glee **had just donned the holy robes, when the powerful Demon Lord burst through the fall, collapsing the inner keep of the fortification.
**Storyteller **had been observing the ceremony, and leaped to his feet, even as others fled in terror.
The battle was about to begin.
The Mage and the White Knight couldn’t have been more different. They were like night and day… one, a shining beacon of virtue, and the other, a dark and ominous, hateful creature. And still, they had a common enemy. One much bigger than they were.
They were nothing alike, and probably agreed on nothing else, but the Demon Lord had to be slain. They fought him.
[FONT=Palatino Linotype]“You pitiful… insignificant fools!”
They fought well, but Lord Phere held the advantage, and they could not even touch him. Even so, something happened within Lord Phere.
A light began to shimmer through the cracks in Phere’s armor. He stopped his advance, and began to shriek in horror.
“No… NO… I will not kill them!”
The Mage and the White Knight regrouped, and prepared for another attack, taking advantage of Phere’s momentary weakness.
They struck, but their weapons seemed to pass straight through the creature. It began to flicker, and then became solid again.
“They’re lies!!! You must… not…”
Lord Phere flickered again. And fell to his knees.
“I will slay them all! They cannot stop me, not when I am this close to absolute victory!”
The White Knight and the Mage retreated, but the creature was blocking the only exit. It swung its massive sword, trying to decapitate them. The sword passed straight through them both, causing no damage.
“Do not be fooled… the fallen one, Weedy… she was… not…”
“SILENCE MORTAL WEAKLING!!! I AM YOUR GOD NOW!![FONT=Garamond]”[/FONT]
“No… you cannot contain me with your chains… I will speak!”
A bright light flashed against Lord Phere’s body, causing the creature to howl with pain.
“You cannot… hurt… me!! I will not be defeated… by fear!”
The being flickered, and disappeared completely, and the body of the King was left behind, tattered and bloodied significantly.
King Askthepizzaguy of Parma: **
[/FONT]“Noble warriors… I don’t have much time. Take heed of my words.”**
**Storyteller **and **Glee **paused, unsure of what to do.
“She was not… they were… illusions.”
(cough… cough…)
Glee: “Who, my Lord?”
King Askthepizzaguy: **
“Weedy… she was… innocent. It was a deception.”**
Storyteller: “How can this be possible!?! What’s going on???”
King Askthepizzaguy:
“It has powerful magic… capable of deceiving you all… I must…”
Glee: “Who is behind all of this?”
King Askthepizzaguy:
“I am bound… by unholy magic… I cannot speak its name… my words are killing me…”
Storyteller: “Help us!! Tell us anything!”
The King began to transform back into the hellish beast.
King Askthepizzaguy:
**“Don’t… be… afraid…”
[COLOR=Black]Demon Lord Phere:
[FONT=Palatino Linotype]“COWARDS!!! I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!! YOU ALL WILL DIE!!!”
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The Demon Lord was restored by powerful magic, and the monster quickly decapitated Storyteller with its red blade. The body fell to the earth, lifeless.
Glee: “I’m not afraid of you, Phere.”
Demon Lord Phere:
“Then what else do you fear, puny mortal! Do you fear death!?! For I am the master of life and death, I am eternal, immortal, and everlasting. Your puny lives are nothing to me.”
Glee: “I am not afraid to die.”
Demon Lord Phere:
“You SHOULD be afraid of death. But if you are so brave, you must have other fears… what of your friends? Do you fear to lose them to me!?”
Glee: “Although losing my friends in battle is devastating, I know they would rather die than surrender to a hateful little troll like you.”
Demon Lord Phere:
“What are you fighting for? What gives you such strength of will, trapped inside such a puny, fragile, temporary wrapping?”
Glee: “I’m fighting to put an end to you! To put an end to the suffering you inflict on others!”
Demon Lord Phere:
“It will continue. I cannot be stopped. None of you will stop me now.”
Glee: “Then it is finished.”
Demon Lord Phere:
“No… it is not finished.
You have only one more chance.
Bring it before me… that I might slay it instead of the rest of you!”
Glee: “Tell me who it is that binds you!”
Demon Lord Phere:
“I CANNOT SPEAK ITS NAME!!! IF YOU CANNOT PREVAIL HERE… THEN YOU WILL BE ANNIHILATED!!!”
The Demon Lord grabbed the White Knight and crushed it between its powerful claws.
Demon Lord Phere:
“NOW LETS SEE HOW BRAVE YOU PATHETIC CREATURES REALLY ARE… IN THE FACE OF CERTAIN DEATH!!!”
Storyteller was slain in battle by Lord Phere.
Glee was crushed to death by Lord Phere.
The Demon looked at the body of the fallen Glee, and a small, glowing tear fell from its eye sockets.
The Aftermath:
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Fubbleskag **was found dead, and his quarters were inspected.
They found several treasure chests, and a detailed journal depicting his fall. He began this journey as an ordinary Mage, but he desired more. He wanted power… fame… wealth… and allowed that desire to twist his soul.
Eventually he became concerned only with wealth. He felt that if he gained enough money, he would be able to pay for as many resurrection spells as he wanted, and would therefore be immortal and live forever.
But, his plans did not work out. And he never gained much in the way of wealth.
Still, his story was one of the more interesting to be told… he was certainly cunning, and brave… it was all just too much, and he could not prevail. Not so much a villain, but an antihero, (Neutral Adventurer) was this Fubbleskag. May he rest in pieces.
**Storyteller0910 **was similarly dressed, he was almost certainly a Mage of some kind.
But inspection of his quarters told a different tale… a tale of a Mage who was also obsessed with immortality. He took a different route… he had researched lore and talked with many people, and heard tale of a mysterious **artifact **which was said to give the bearer almost limitless power.
His sole purpose in life was to survive, or to gain possession of this artifact. He searched his whole life, but it ended tragically, and without possession of this mythical item. He was certainly an Evil Adventurer.
Scrawled in his journal, the last words of Storyteller…
“…But who does have it?”
**Glee **was found in the rubble of the Keep, dressed in the armor and cloth of a White Knight.
Another beacon of morality and justice, this one fought to protect the others, for no other reason than it was the right thing to do.
And yet, against an evil of this magnitude, not even the mightiest armor could prevail. She was truly a Good Adventurer.
The symbols marking the body of Weedy vanished, as did the false evidence throughout her quarters.
It seemed that she was the victim of powerful Illusory magic. She had been wrongly suspected of being a villain, and the true villain behind her demise made certain that she would be remembered as evil by all.
The revelation struck everyone like a thunderbolt.
The truth was more terrifying than they could imagine.
Whoever was behind this was capable of things beyond their comprehension, more powerful than anyone, ever before, in all of history.
And furthermore, they no longer could trust their own senses. They were left with a puzzle that seemed to be unsolvable.
No longer could they wait for the answer to reveal itself, it would be locked forever behind a curtain of light, so blinding that it caused them to be unable to see. The darkness that surrounded them was an illusion… and so too, was the light.
Unable to tell truth from fiction, they were left with only one final option, with time running out, they would have to… guess.
You have until Wednesday, the 6th day of the 6th month, at 6pm.
***[FONT=Palatino Linotype]Choose wisely, foolish ones. ***
[/FONT][SIZE=6]Begin “The FINAL DAY”[/SIZE]*
(Day Seven)
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[FONT=Palatino Linotype][COLOR=Red]It’s too late… why don’t you just concede defeat!
YOU CANNOT BEAT ME!!!
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Still able to fight:
** 8. Gadarene**
** 10. Astral Rejection**
13. septimus
14. GuiriEnEspana
16. Lightfoot
17. Silver Jan
18. choie
20. Tanaer
24. Inner Stickler
30. Askthepizzaguy
Not in any condition to fight: [Dead]
ROUND OVER SUMMARY:
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[COLOR=Purple][COLOR=Red]Fubbleskag is slain by an assassin.
Storyteller0910 is slain by Lord Phere.
Glee is slain by Lord Phere.
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Vote now on these items, in case you survive the day.
Emerald scepter
Teal Harp
Obsidian ring
Diamond pendant
Green scepter
Give me a 30 minute break, then I will send out results of last night.
Also, what I said about the dead doesn’t apply to Mod-assisting tally keepers. This much is welcome, from those I’ve already given permission to assist.
Results should be out.
Am I missing anyone? Do you have any questions?
Make good use of your time this round. I’ll be back to check for questions every day, so askthepizzaguy before it’s too late.
I sincerely hope storyteller was not intentionally lurking.
I have been informed that there isn’t enough time to change class, did anyone else who was expecting to change class get a similar message?
And it seems my action did not go through last night although I’ve not been informed of being blocked, sorry Lightfoot.
Vote InnerStickler
Process of elimination…
Addendum to Night 6 writeup:
A soft glowing light surrounds Lightfoot, and restores her health.
Lightfoot is healed by 100hp
What about Septimus? Do you trust him? I thought Inner was resurrected and if that’s the case then he he should have come back just as good as he was when he died the first time.
Vote Septimus
This is my process of elimination and the fact that he tried to cast doubt on my loyalty to Town earlier. My vote is subject to change if I find someone more compelling to vote for.
Why is Tanaer eliminated? The sudden revelation about Weedy needs explanation.
Tanaer’s talk about wanting to be a Bard and other discussions of mechanics could be a ploy to makes us think her PM’s with Pizza resemble ours.
You are right about that. We were assuming Tanaer was good just because Weedy wasn’t and now we know that** Weedy** was good. Yep, my vote could very well change, and soon, as in now.
**Unvote Septimus
Vote Tanaer
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Ok, that must be the quickest vote change I’ve ever done 
not the main point of this post but didn’t people come back on half hit points?
[QUOTE=Silver Jan continues]
Vote Septimus
This is my process of elimination and the fact that he tried to cast doubt on my loyalty to Town earlier. My vote is subject to change if I find someone more compelling to vote for.
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Oh, very nicely deflected, Septimus! (Or am I looking at a well-planned scum-pair play?)
Vote Septimus
You have never trusted me at all, have you SJ? I must say I’ve always found the depth of your “distrust” suspicious. I’ve floundered a fair bit, and certainly given people reason for pause but you seem willing to go that extra yard. I don’t actually know if it’s pot shots from behind scum lines or a hunch gone bad, but there’s probably no arguing with you.
Still, I will tell you this. You are looking in the wrong place. I’m not the scum you’re looking for. Just a poor bard stranded in a battlefield. I think your error may revolve around your use of the word “we”. Someone here is weaving a magnificently tangled web, and I have little doubt it’s within your circle of trust. The mastermind is hiding here in plain, or perhaps heroic clothing.
I’ll think on that. Maybe my own vote on Septimus won’t hold together long.
This Weedy crap is doing my head in. I am never ever going to be able to read her now. Why did it have to be her? (And no, this has no bearing on this game. I’m just not enjoying going through some kind of mental write and rewrite about how I see her actions.)
So we have 9 people left.
Of those, 3 have been returned from the dead. Do we believe the demon, who implied that it wants the chance to kill the one responsible for its summoning? If so, then
Gadarene, **Astral Rejection **& GuiriEnEspana are cleared by implication.
Then we have the inner circle - Silver Jan, always a bit too reactionary, and Choie, voted class of 2012’s most likely to scum-play by overposting. And my suspicions of her are no longer tainted by Weedy’s taking up of my cause.
And me, of course. Always handy to point a finger at.
Then the mysterious 3 - I don’t really have a great handle on septimus, Lightfoot & Inner. Obviously I should try to read them somehow. {I hope I don’t let you guys down. I was predicting today that this game would end this week, because it’s my last week of semester, the absolute busiest one, and next week I’d have actual time.}
The end date seems ominous enough to be real - a real last chance. Last day, no more nights - is this how others understood it? So no more night actions. Is this a good time to come clean, with claims etc?
Are there any double voters left? (Guiri? Do I remember you being one?)
Are there any white knights left?