Long Con wrote:As I said, I don't find nutella's response to be "unsatisfactory". It's not an unusual response to a seeming slip-up.
Your response was actually unsatisfactory - for one, you avoided answering my question about whether or not you knew about baddie BTSC being thread-based in this game at the time of your post.
"Maybe it was a joke" you say. You're a metaphorical "uncle at Christmas dinner" who doesn't know when to shut up? No, I don't know... I mean, I do know because my cousin Al IS that "uncle at Christmas dinner"... but I don't see the parallel to your "joke post".
How's about you explain the joke for all us Syndicaters at home? I don't get it. What was the "last game" in which the joke originated? What's the difference between agreeing with someone's analysis and riding their coattails?
You're hurting my mind here.
I'm sorry it didn't
satisfact you. I missed the question about thread based BTSC, because I dunno. I guess? Not really sure how pertinent that is to anything.
In a previous game, SVS said that she would never kill Typhoony Night 1 in a game if she were baddie and he was not. So there ya go.
So the christmas dinner metaphor there was a stretch, I'll admit. Let's try another one, eh?
INT. SCHOOLROOM
A teacher sits at her desk mediating over her class' final exam. A little boy in the back appears quite diligent, but has other things on his mind.
He lifts his right butt cheek, throwing caution to the wind, and lets one fly.
The sound is muted in such a way that no one can hear it, but the sound isn't the danger here.
The olfactory senses of his fellow classmates go into hyperdrive. Some are so taken aback that they drop their pencils in disgust. One girl straight up vomits on her paper. The teacher has taken out her smartphone and is too taken with an intense game of FlappyBird to notice.
(VOICEOVER) BOY
Whoops.
The boy sheepishly slinks deeper into his chair, his crimson cheeks becoming one with his lips.
Several excruciating minutes pass. Things seemed to have gained some semblance of normalcy. The girl in front of the boy has passed out from her gratuitous vomiting. No one notices. The boy looks up suddenly, with fear in his eyes.
It is coming again.
This time he doesn't even lift a butt cheek.
(VOICEOVER) BOY
I knew then that there was no point in hiding it. Some things just can't be controlled.
A sound not unlike a foghorn erupts from the boy. Everyone stops and stares. The teacher looks up from her phone with disdain in her eyes. Her movement is swift.
TEACHER
Go to the principal's office.
The boy stands up, all eyes locked on him. Every war has casualties- he knows this. He knows too that this soon would pass, and as he trudged toward his maker, he smiled, knowing that someone in the room was clapping in their head, giving him the metaphorical medal of merit he so selfishly deserved.
BLACKOUT
What's the difference between riding coattails and agreeing with someone's analysis? Well, they're very similar. What nutella did was post about her agreement with zebra on my "slip", while simultaneously stating that I could be bad. Later, she wrote out something to the effect of 'thinking I slipped from the very beginning' which wasn't so much shown in her words. So she latched onto this idea, but didn't flesh it out, i.e. she's been sorta riding coattails, but sorta not.