The Syndicate

Epignosis wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 6:09 pm I am apologizing to LC and Mac privately. Without going into it, yesterday was a wildly shitty day (both figuratively and literally ) and I spoke uncharitably here and took that avenue to channel my frustrations. I will do better.

Enrique wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:26 pm Long Con, you hosted an incredible game. If there were problems with some roles just being *too much* and letting some problems slip by, I don't care, the game was amazing as it was and I trust you to take any criticism to heart and keep building on the games you design.

This was my map game and I really loved the concept, though sadly I didn't really get to talk to people much BTSC lol, which was one of the more exciting things I wanted to do. LoRab was a blast in BTSC that day and I really enjoyed our BTSC trying to figure out what the fuck was going on even if we were basically wrong about everything (mostly me).

Mac you did awesome. It was a deserved win, no buts. I wish I had had map info and been able to spot you and figures out how to avoid you. There was some confusion about how my kills worked and I wanted to take advantage of that (I only ever had one kill and I didn't use it; LC's clarification meant I could kill anywhere with water). But yeah, I didn't know what to do, and those who know me know my level of investment fluctuates a lot day by day because I may hyperfocus on the game one day and have a completely new set of things to do by the next. I just know for sure I wanted to be alive through this game to the end.

The civs got too much shit but I thought it was actually a good game, and I disagreed with SVS throwing the towel and the general sentiment that it was hopeless. A small criticism would be that I really don't think sig was able to read the room when he got lynched and just gave up on an actual defense, which I mean, shit happens, it just cost us a lot. Dana played a great game, but she was always hiding! BTSC is one of the most fun parts of map games @Dana and I wish you had tried it out (I don't know for sure that you didn't but that's what it looked like was happening)!

Gg to DH, Quin. I think nine lives is kind of absurd but I get it, he just wasn't supposed to die. Still would've been hilarious if we killed him nine times. DH I wish I could have recruited you and made up for FWWM, lol. Almost got there.

When Epi was the Champion for a couple of days (you know - the part of his role he didn't tell you about that was the Civ vigilante whose kills failed on Civs!) he chose to keep hiding away at the top edge of the map instead of finding a baddie (maybe one who is hard to lynch?) and killing them.

Tranq wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:49 am What did the Cataclysm actually accomplish? Other than removing certain squares it doesn't look like anything meaningful happened?

Quin wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:38 am

MacDougall wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:14 am Saying the role I had was invincible makes me feel like all of the effort I put in was worthless and there is nothing worse than being made to feel like your effort is not valued.

Yeah, as someone who went through Survivor and made Final 3 only for people to refuse to vote for me to win because of my role, ignoring everything I actually did in the game, I get this.

MacDougall wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:09 am Anyway thanks Quin.

Dana wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 2:01 am Wait so Mac was actually on a water square and DH died? But we still had more civs than mafia so why did the game end? Or was it the "who should win" poll/tribunal vote that decided

MacDougall wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:53 am

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:50 am If Long Con hadn't accidentally revealed my identity I wouldn't have told DDL/Jack fuck all when I met them. Instead I told Jack, DDL, and by proxy DDL's whole team how to recruit me and where to find the pieces, which ultimately led to Enrique getting clapped on.

So if I had shut my mouth I would have been recruited by Enrique and had zero motivation to let Mac skate (but also zero way to stop him once the numbers dipped)

There were four players alive at the end of the game I basically couldn't kill. That two of you had spent the previous several phases trying to help me without even being factionally aligned with me was a matter out of my control.

MacDougall wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:27 am

wolbre04 wrote: ↑Mon Dec 10, 2018 12:33 am

MacDougall wrote: ↑Mon Dec 10, 2018 12:32 am Hahahaha holy shit...

CFD Wolbre?

Do it bitch

colonialbob wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:23 am DH got people to vote for Cataclysm so I feel like he won this game on a whole other level.

nutella wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:24 am

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:21 am I'm not playing mafia anymore (for real this time) but I will play "a political strategy game" if anyone writes one.

The Genius Season 2?

Dana wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:17 am Didn't someone say at one point that alignments for roles was randomizes?

MacDougall wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:18 am

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 1:16 am IIRC Cbob and I were like "Well if we kill Mac the civs will just dunk on us right after." We were hoping you'd not be a dingus and kill a civ instead of bashing your head against the unkillables.

I didn't realise that Bob's role allowed him to charge the item up every night. Oops.

Epignosis wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 12:37 am I adopted the Karma Chameleon thing because I was the KC for a couple of phases. I kept changing win conditions and powers. I was The Darkness, then The Hunger (allied with Jagged Blade), then KC (who had to survive), then I found a horse, then I was the "Avatar of Long Con" and needed to be dead to win and the civilians needed to win.

Long Con seriously asked me if I had a plan to win.

Quin wrote: ↑Wed Jan 16, 2019 12:36 am I could've reversed the cataclysm but I had places to be. Sorry Epi.

Long Con wrote: ↑Wed Dec 19, 2018 11:41 pm

Stone and Spirit

The Spirit of the Living Statue stood silently amongst his new friends and their unicorn compatriots. Ever since his...shattering...he’d been prone to quiet reflection, but until now planning with his friends and the incessant prancing and chattering from the unicorns left little time for respite. He focused, quieting his mind, and soon the world around him seemed to burn away, licked by green ethereal flames. The hills, the sky, and everything in between melted and faded away, replaced by a thick, ghostly fog.

Beyond the fog, the Statue could sense the pieces of himself. They called out to him mournfully...aching. Soon the calls grew louder, closer, and as shadows began to form in the mist, the fog broke, revealing multiple exact copies of the Statues form. Each copy burned with a different color of the same ethereal fire. Three copies – one blue, one red, and the third and final clone burned an impossibly bright black. Silently they approached as they had done so many times before, and the Statue greeted them all in turn as he’d done those times past. They were he, and he was each of them. Pieces of each other, broken and yet made stronger and more concentrated as a result of their...separation.

“You all heard the call.” said Blue. “I thought it was one of us, but it wasn’t. It’s...different.” Blue’s voice was soft. Meek. Each word seemed to fall forward into the world like thick honey.

Red shot a look between his three brothers...selves...and chimed in with a harsh, sharp tone.

“What fools we are. We’ve been broken, scattered to the many winds, embarrassed. Humiliated. Made to serve, and now this….this call… Who summons us, my brothers and I?”

For a moment, the Living Statue waited quietly to see if Black would speak. He did not, and the Living Statue took that as his cue.

“I hear it even now.” he said. “Some….thing beckons us. But we must not let it distract us from our goal. We must reunite, my brothers. We must be one again.”

“No.” came the deep, chilling response from Black. His voice, unlike those of his other selves, reverberated throughout the endless space they’d carved out of this reality to make their meetings in peace. Like the cold grasp of winter wrapping its fingers tightly around the throat of spring, it terrified the others. Though they would never openly admit to being utterly horrified of their own self.

“The Gods have laid us bare.” Black went on. “Now is not the time to serve. The whole of the realm sees us as we are. They believe, with our very being exposed, we cannot have an agenda. But that will be their undoing. It is precisely because we have no Master yet to serve that we must act. Not to serve any one Master, but to serve ourselves. This calling….we must answer. There is coming a great darkness. A devastation. A…..Cataclysm.”

Blue, shivering, spoke up once more. “How do you know so much, brother? Wait...never mind, I don’t want to know. There's... there's someone here with me now. I don't know what's going to happen. Even still, what are we to do? How is this...this Cataclysm meant to help us?”

“Help us?” Red spat. “We are beyond help. All that is left for us now is do drive the rest of the Realm apart. To break it as we have been broken. Black is right, we must answer. We’ll see how they like being torn apart.”

The Living Statue held up his hand, trying desperately to regain control of himself. A monumental task given the nature of his current state.

“I have met with two living souls. They have agreed to help us reunite. A plan is in motion, one we cannot jeopardize with petty revenge schemes!”

Blue spoke again. "But I think someone is-"

“No.” Again, Black interjected, ignoring Blue, although this time he did not follow up with a grand speech.

“Please, you have to give them a chance to help us.” The Living Statue pleaded with himself. This time, Red called out.

“No.”

Blue, sensing his brothers’ eyes on him, let out a deep, soulful sigh. “No.”

Their minds appeared made up, and the Living Statue felt the shift in his own mood. His doubts and misgivings washed away, replaced by strong resolve.

“Fine. But how?”

“The Call.” said Black.

“Yes, the Call.” Red agreed.

“Not a Call, a Question.” remarked Blue.

The Call...or the Question...they referred to came in the night. Carried by the wind itself, it posed… possibilities about the future of the realm. One such possibility, as Black had already mentioned, was the Cataclysm. With all of his pieces working of the same mind, the Living Statue could feel his thoughts becoming more clear...more focused.

“We cannot bring about this Cataclysm alone.” said Blue.

“No.” called out Black, “We will need others. Many.”

“So we will go out into the realm. Corrupt their minds. Cloud their judgment. Convince them to join their voices to the Call.” Red laid out their plan, and the others nodded their assent.

The Living Statue felt a twinge of concern. “We’ve never been able to do that kind of magic before.”

“Ah my dear sweet brother.” Black shook his head.


“There’s a first time for everything.”

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Sat Dec 22, 2018 5:23 pm I can't legally explain the context for this gif yet but

MacDougall wrote: ↑Mon Jan 14, 2019 9:30 pm Just lynch me and Quin will vote with you against one of them tomorrow. The tribunal will be split 50/50. The entire game comes down to Remnant vs. Civs in a coin flip. Blade loses despite putting up an insane effort in the face of ridiculous adversity. I can live with that.