IF Rolsand is telling it true about the doll business THEN it's fairly benign. The doll doesn't actually kill anyone. He just needs to correctly guess who is going to die, and give them the doll. That doesn't hurt town. That person was going to die anyway, the doll doesn't effect that outcome.
IF Rolsand's hint about a 'ticking time bomb' indicates that he can detonate the doll and kill someone, THEN we'll know it was him in the morning reveal and we can lynch him. BUT I don't think this is the case, because how does this translate into a win condition? You win when you successfully kill someone with the doll? That doesn't make sense.
Rolsand has put all his cards on the table. We know his pokemon, his night ability, his win conditions. He's no longer a serious threat to us (only to the size of the thread).
@Rolsand, I know everyone else and their mum has already said it, but it doesn't seem to be getting through to you. Please read this and take it in. Instead of making multiple posts containing one sentence, PLEASE PUT ALL THOSE SINGLE SENTENCES IN ONE POST. It'll only cost you a few seconds of your time, and it'll detaunt a lot of the aggro you're pulling.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
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"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
The sheer balls required to baldfacedly accuse the mod of tampering tickles me, and while i still don't quite trust the doll I'm willing to let it go for now.
Unvote...Vote Kilee
The Champion has never been good at maths, or faces, and when you kindly rebuff him for his mistake, he slowly and methodically goes to each of you and asks your vote before revealing:
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Alright, seems like this is the way things are going, and I'd rather end this monster of a day than perpetuate the standoff for another eternity. Will be interesting to see how this one flips.
Okay, @Kilee with the vote so close, could you perhaps clarify more of your role? I do apologize if you've already stated it, there really is a lot of stuff to slog through!
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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The Champion has never been good at maths, or faces, and when you kindly rebuff him for his mistake, he slowly and methodically goes to each of you and asks your vote before revealing:
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Welp, I didn't expect to be the final vote. Sylandra is a ninja. >_>; Boy am I glad this day's over, though. Time to eat popcorn and wait for the mod post.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
By the way, Ssaliss, how did you do the forum functionality to get everyone's post count?
Well, I didn't. I wrote a program that parses the thread and counts everyone who made a post in it. I could potentially have it divide the numbers up into days, but right now I'm working on three hours of sleep (i.e. I'm not really working very awesomely at all), so I'll skip it for now. Besides, night time cometh.
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"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I had Unvoted when Rolsand hit 13 votes as I was starting to bounce between theories and felt that ending the day 3 days before it was actually over was rushing it. So her not counting me was correct
Ssaliss: Oh, cool! How did you export the entire thread? Is there a quick way to do that into a text file, or did you copy/paste all 30-something pages that were there at the time?
Neither. I actually have the program fetch all the pages of the thread as I run it. I do have it on a delay though, so I won't spam the forums too badly, which also means that in a thread of this size, it takes several minutes to generate the list.
As the sun continues to beat down on the desert, it seems a fit of madness has overtaken the party. The small child, Rolsand, managed to nearly disrupt the train further with his Sandshrew's tectonic tantrum, and some strange scent managed to draw Kilee's pokemon from hiding, the adorable little Kecleon content to build small sand castles while staring at two different people simultaneously. As the day drags on, however, you find it increasingly difficult to keep your thoughts peaceful, despite the water and shade provided.
Arguments flare between parties, everyone suspicious of what happened besides the tremour last night, and eventually it seems that two trainers come to fault. Rolsand, for his suspected dislodging of the train's rails, is the first and most defeatist about his stake in the matter. His voice is petulant and he stomps his feet several time, unsure as to why what he gave you is not good enough. Somehow, though, Kilee managed to steal away the suspicion as night grows closer. Trainers round on her in an inquisitive storm, "How could you even think about stealing from the Champion? We're on a train, where are you finding wild Pokemon? How do we know you're not lying?"
It seems as though it will get violent, though, and Champion Alec quickly steps between her and the crowd, pulling his sword from its sheathe and digging the blade into the sand. He walks around it and begins begging for everyone to keep their civility, surely there's an explanation available. It proves to be a useless argument, and the crowd still bombards Kilee with a mix of questions and threats, the hostility of the situation even beginning to drive those who did not vote for her into a frenzy.
*SHICK!!*
The wet sound fills the air, and gasps of horror escape the crowd, some covering their mouths and others turning away from the Champion entirely. As he turns, confused, his mouth drops open and he falls to his knees with glazed over eyes.
His sword, thought to be decorational, is firmly lodged in Kilee's stomach, and as she keels over next to the Champion she offers him a small smile. "Thank you," she mouths, struggling to pull herself up Alec's frozen body. She whispers in his ear before reaching to her belt and passing him her pokeball, collapsing into his lap and stilling for the last time. There is silence, and the crowd slowly disperses as the sun continues to drop, the Champion still as a statue with the cooling corpse on his lap as his Shaymin consoles a weeping Kecleon.
Finally, it is Phoebus and Sylandra who makes their way to Alec's side and begin to console him, several of those responsible for voting Kilee coming to help remove the body. "I think there was a medical car in the back," someone's voice pipes up. Solemnly, it is Ushaara, the first to lay blame on the girl, who cradles her in his arms and makes his way to the back of the train.
"Alec, it's not your fault." Sylandra says in a soothing tone, dabbing at the blood staining his white outfit ineffectively with her handkerchief. "She did it to herself."
"...my sword..." he says softly, and Phoebus turns to the weapon in question, somberly pulling her own handkerchief to wipe the blade clean of blood and grime.
There is silence, and as the sun disappears over the horizon, it is Vivet who suggests everyone heads inside, inspired by the automated closing and withdrawal of the Solar Cells. The automated voice announcing their charge complete had been ignored long ago. As the two women help the Champion to his car at the front of the train, Cen whispers quietly, "Is he going to be okay? Is that the end of the journey?"
Portius pats her shoulder awkwardly, and it seems no one is able to quell her concern. You all board the train and gather in the largest car, the dining car, and wait. Finally, Sylandra and Phoebus return, the former with a small sheet of paper and the latter with a bundle of bloodstained clothes. "He's...he's rough," Phoebus says, pushing through the crowd and heading towards the laundry car.
Sylandra, rather than speaking, moves to the cork board where posters and flyers adverting the Expedition were posted in memorobilia and pins up the paper, leaving towards the front of the train as the crowd gathers to read what appears to be cut out letters from a magazine, pasted together to say:
"ChAmPiOn,
YoU hAvE iNcUrReD mY MaStEr'S wRaTh. YoU sHaLl wAlK tHe WaKiNg NiGhTmArE. DaRkRaI sHaLl CoNsUmE yOuR wEaK mInD."
At Cyndarin's insistance, upon reading the name 'Darkrai', you all rush towards Kilee's car, though Cyndarin is the only one to enter. A sense of despair hangs about the place, and after a few minutes of rummaging around, Cyndarin returns with a symbol of Darkrai gingerly held between two pencils at arms length. Curiously, Lehki reaches for the tool, and when his hand closes around the shadowy metal he yelps and drops it, his flesh blistering from where it came into contact with the symbol.
As it touches the floor it begins to dissolve into shadows that waft out of Kilee's open window, streaming towards the moon above as they gradually disappear from sight.
Kilee was the SERIAL KILLER. She won when she was the last trainer standing.
The automated voice rings out:
The CCL: Expedition will be launching in five minutes. Please return to your cars, and take care to not be standing when we begin moving.
You all quickly disperse, no one wanting to break their bones on the rear of the train, but the memory of the symbol burning into Lehki's flesh brings the last question Cyndarin asked as you parted ways to mind. "That was just a second. What would have happened if she'd held that against someone?"
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
@Makaela?
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
You were on the Kilee train in the last page's erroneous vote count, was letting Trem know you were the 21st person I had counted!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
And by "welcome", I assume you mean "slaughter", right?