WW25 - Game Thread

[pindicator]

...so, we're going for the "absolutely no-one talks in the last half an hour" approach, rather than the "everyone jump on a new bandwagon in the last half hour" approach?

I'm waiting for ichabod to tell me who to vote for

[BRickAstley]

...so, we're going for the "absolutely no-one talks in the last half an hour" approach, rather than the "everyone jump on a new bandwagon in the last half hour" approach?

[Ichabod]

Well, Serdoa hasn't posted a updated tally. Since my vote won't matter (Slow has majority of the votes), I'll leave it at Uber, to see if that's indeed the case.

[BRickAstley]

[Serdoa]

---------------------------------------------------- Deadline ----------------------------------------------
Official Tally:

slowcheetah (8.1) - Qgqqqqq, zakalwe, novice, Gazglum, BRickAstley, Mattimeo, pindicator, +1
zakalwe (5) - Lewwyn, Jowy, Jkaen, slowcheetah, uberfish
uberfish (1) - Ichabod

@Ichabod

We had 1 vote in between my last tally and your vote and maybe a total of 15 posts or so. I had assumed everyone is able to do the math on his own

[Serdoa]

Kerwin gasped. By now he had run for several hours and even though his techniques made him run
faster and without feeling any pain they could not prevent that his body had to pay the toll for its
usage. He had to stop soon or he would simply drop dead from one second to the other. Not the worst
thing to happen, considering who was following him and what they would do with him, but he would
prefer not to die at all if he had the choice. But of course he didn't. He could hear them closing the
distance again. It was the third time that he had thought he had escaped them just to be proven
differently. They were smarter than he had thought and he was out of ideas. The only thing he could
do now was crawling onto a tree and try to outlive them. He wasn't sure how long they could survive,
but the longest any monk had ever survived was 223 years 4 months 19 hours 8 minutes and 15
seconds.

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Xorthos was nervous. So much interference. His plan seemed so easy back when he was trapped, but
now he had to realize that much more could go wrong than he had imagined. But at least Xaintha and
the god without name were distracted from the actual game. They had another smaller one going - or
rather it was part of the same game on another plane of existence. And it seemed to go not very well
for the god without name. But maybe he could make it worse?

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The tree Kerwin sat on suddenly started to speak with him:

"Come here, I'll show you a way."
"Wha.. Wh... Who is there?" Kerwin asked.
"A friend."
"A tree-friend?"
"Don't be ridiculous, this is not the time for it. Look down."

A small wisp was flying at the bottom of the tree, near its roots.

"Oh hello there." Kerwin tried to be polite even though he knew that wisps were erratic at best and
often cruel. Not all politeness of the world would get this little guy in a good mood.
"Yeah, yeah, hello, hello. Now come down here."
"I would rather not."
"I didn't ask you for your opinion you bloody fool. DOWN HERE, NOW!"

Upsetting a wisp was never a good idea. He knew the stories that were told now, that they would guide
lost wanderers and help the innocent. But he also knew the truth from his old books. Wisps were
described as the evilest of all creatures. Not the sheer bloodlust of werewolves, not the dumb longing for
dead bodies like ghouls. Just pure hatred, condensed within a 5 centimeter body. He could risk fighting
with the werewolves and maybe some miracle would save him. But the wisp would kill him in ways he
could not even imagine while making the 5 seconds it took for his death to happen feel like 5000 years.

"I'm coming."
"Quicker!"

The last 5 meters he jumped down. He'd rather break a leg than risk upsetting the wisp even more than
he had already. But to his astonishment the wisp did not rip off one of his arms just out of pure joy. He
just flew very close to him and suddenly the whole world started growing - it took a second for Kerwin to
realize that he was shrinking instead. The process was surprisingly painful though.

"It isn't painful normally. I just make it so, just for you, fool."

He hadn't known that wisps could read the mind of other creatures. He raised his mind blockades, like he
had learned so many years ago in his training. Within seconds he could feel pressure against them like
never before. Suddenly it disappeared and the wisp answered, with new respect it seemed.

"That is good work. Were you taught by Kin'S-a-or'l?"
"You know my master?"
"Oh, all wisps know him. All wisps."

And with this his mind blackened out.

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"What happened? Did you cheat Nameless?"
"No Xaintha. He simply disappeared."
"That won't help you". Xaintha was obviously not believing the god without name.
"I didn't..."
"Oh well, lets look what's happening elsewhere, I will take care of this later."

Turning to the playboard Xaintha laughed:

"It seems at least in the village everything is going according to plan."

slowcheetah died. He was a loyal member of the village.

[BRickAstley]

[Ichabod]

Feel free to use my falling sheep pic to describe this day, Zak.

[Mattimeo]

slowcheetah (8.1) - Qgqqqqq, zakalwe, novice, Gazglum, BRickAstley, Mattimeo, pindicator, +1

Well, that definitely looks like a bonus vote sourced from novice, rather than Jowy... anything to say for yourself?

(also confirm Qgqqqqq as tiebreaker, in preference to Lewwyn)

[BRickAstley]