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T̵h̸e̷ ̶W̶h̸i̶r̶l̵p̷o̷o̸l̸ ̷[̶P̶H̷A̸L̷L̸A̷]̷ Day ∞ - Until the end
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Still he was pleased to see the return of @Kristmas Kthulhu, who had understood him when he chose on the first day.
But the returned one had returned changed, and that concerned the one who was both of Fish and Man.
The part of him that was man presumed that Kthulu had been returned without that talent the proximity to the end of things had given him before - born anew, without the powers he had before.
The part of him that was fish whispered that more than that, there was an uncertainty of allegiance - for if the power was gone, then might allegiance have changed also?
He did not believe it to be so, but he still watched the returned with caution... just in case.
Especially as his return came with new faction announced in the whispers of the Whirlpool...
If true, then perhaps there were 3 forces at play here, not two as supposed: the Remnants, the Void, and this Collective.
Which threat was worse, the Fishman wondered? And what goal might something named as 'the Collective' seek?
Still, there was a price to pay. Memories to be interred. The price was steep, but the cost was worth the payment.
There was time now... a longer pause in the turning of the Whirlpool. A moment of calm, if time passed here at all. But it would be a longer time before another must be given to oblivion, and for that the Fishman was content.
I don't think it's wise to vote out Kristmas Kthulhu. It would be a little obvious for them to come back 'wrong' you know?
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Found your voice?
Haven't the foggiest what you're talking about.
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We probably have status effects in play, and villager roles that can heal them.
Yeah, you mentioned you're the Voice of the Collective. I think I'm just gonna have to trust that does not mean you want to assimilate us all.
...I don't know how to make it red, or if I need to, though.
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Yes, Townies can PM. You have to be properly identified (no anonymous messages), and should include the game host in your conversation. You should also not add people to existing conversations or post screenshots, since this form of evidence is counter to the spirit of the game.
Sometimes a special is trying to reach you, someone might try to manipulate you, maybe they want to sus you out or just discuss suspicions in a less public venue so they don't get so many fingers pointing back at them later.
As portentous as news of this new Collective is, it feels at this stage news of a new faction is like mere gossip when each days sees the maelstrom of the Void grow and imperil yet more of creation's last fragments.
With so many seemingly still slow to wake, even at the End of All Things, any opposition to the Void seems welcome for now.
However with such a flippant dismissal of Silence1186's claim to pull souls back from the Void, just ahead of it's ability to manifest seems worthy of scorn if not a vote.
That said, worthy or not - !Magell for now. The mark itches.
W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂ F̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅḐ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅU̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ G̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅO̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅI̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅG̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏F̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅ M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑X̶̨̢̗͍̪͚͍̱̭̣̰̳̠͌̓͌̅͆̈́̊̅̓̿͠T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕?
Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜C̴̀͐ͅK̵̢̛̛͉̳̫͔̺̱̗̫̽̉́͋̾́͂͛ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏ B̶̨̛̺̤̱̾̀́̋̔̆̏̎͘͘U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕
O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅN̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅF̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂ U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂
O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅN̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅF̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂ U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂
Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅ Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏C̴̀͐ͅT̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅG̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅI̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔C̴̀͐ͅĄ̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝ V̵̧͖͙̲̯̞͇̲͔̤͊̔͌͂͆͑́́̑͒͝O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅT̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕Ȩ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑
With Sir Fab and aioua we were able to figure out something about their affliction, and it seems Sir Fab was cured. I understand you can't talk about your curse but I don't even know where to start. As you know I'm always open to changing my vote.
Unfortunately, I'm having the opposite experience. I already suspected this whole thing was going to be too social and stressful for me and it looks like I was right to suspect so. I'm still going to play along in this one, of course, but I don't think I'll sign up to the next phalla to be held on these Penny Arcade forums.
Anyway, voting... Yeah, I still got nothing right now. Except maybe for some extremely petty spite.
N̸̡̧͕͙̼̻̳̦̪̞̯͎̦͓̏̒͌͑͒͊̾͌̑̅̕͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅ s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅr̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅs̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕ r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝q̶̡̛̥̫͓̩̫͇̥̋͊̇̄͐̈́̓͠u̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅr̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈y̶͔͗ ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕u̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓y̶͔͗
Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅp̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅ ǎ̴̯̀͠ ṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ǎ̴̯̀͠r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆y̶͔͗ ǎ̴̯̀͠ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕ǎ̴̯̀͠i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅm̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ǎ̴̯̀͠ṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ǎ̴̯̀͠ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈y̶͔͗ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅc̵̛̥͊k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ǎ̴̯̀͠b̸̼̋͛̑͆̈́͗̿̅ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ ǎ̴̯̀͠ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ c̵̛̥͊ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ǎ̴̯̀͠ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ǎ̴̯̀͠t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅẃ̸̝̝̰͋͒ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅk̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝
Ḑ̷̮̳̣̟͉͋͗̓̕͜ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ f̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅl̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅ p̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅr̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅs̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ Ĵ̸͔̣̮̤̝̥̆̏͋͒͝u̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ ṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕ ẃ̸̝̝̰͋͒i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ p̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂c̵̛̥͊r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ǎ̴̯̀͠m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈p̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ ǎ̴̯̀͠ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ǎ̴̯̀͠k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅ P̷̛̛̛̩̺͇̊̅̍͂͗͑͐̎̂̏̐̐M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚ m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ ǎ̴̯̀͠ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝y̶͔͗ s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅp̴̩͙̺̩͓̣͈͖̎ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝c̵̛̥͊i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆ ǎ̴̯̀͠b̸̼̋͛̑͆̈́͗̿̅i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅl̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅt̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ m̵̢͕̫̓̔͑̊̈ǎ̴̯̀͠y̶͔͗ ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ǎ̴̯̀͠ṽ̵͇̟̺̣͓̰̭̲̼̻̪̩̰͒̓̿̄̾̔̊͝ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝
The shape of things was still a mystery; too many hints, not enough clues. But there were things that disturbed the weaving, rippling through the fragile social fabric of the community like barracudas in the shallows.
He didn't like that there were people who were voiceless, their words stolen beyond snippets, at the same that people were claiming to be The Voice.
He didn't like that there were those claiming to have lost their eyes, at the same time as the voiceless could possibly see a deeper truth of people.
He didn't like that 'The Resurrection and the Light' didn't sound like it came from the same place as 'Watcher of Echoes' or 'Unbinding Blade' or 'Chronoweaver' or 'Singularity Watcher'.
And he especially didn't like that the Collective had chosen a 'vessel' the self same night that someone came back from across the void.
No smoking gun. No firm thesis to hang a hat on. Nothing more that couldn't be circumstantial.
But the shape of it felt wrong and elusive, like the truth was a fish he was trying to catch with one's hands, and constantly wriggling out of his fingers.
The Fishman did not know the shape of things. But he was distrustful.
And he felt the threat of the Collective was real, possibly even more so than the Void.
It felt like being dismissive of the Collective as mere 'gossip' and saying the real threat was elsewhere seemed like a distraction.
That, and a throwaway vote on a safe bandwagon, aroused suspicion.
There comes a time to interrogate the truth not by guess, but by cutting to the core and examining the remains afterward.
He wanted to know the truth of someone's words and motivations. Where they came from.
!tastyfish
I think I agree with tastyfish's vote, don't care for that stab on Silence from !Magell.
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@LBD_Nytetrayn
The most recent two games I was with you in, you had a called shot against the SK, and led an immense village network to systematically destroy the mafia. You're not to be trifled with.
Anything else you're able to share? Or was this a one time thing?
who is next to laugh
pick up stones, bash their brain
are you still afraid?
no, be merry, in this bacchanal of death and accusation
we bring forward the joke of our existence into the new world
we will not be reborn, but our laughter will echo into the new world
drive those fools to repeat the cycle
knife and bone
spell and blood
laughter and death
fuck up once and you break your thumb / if you're happy at all then you're god damn dumb
that's right we're on a fucked up cruise / God is dead but at least we have booze
bad things happen, no one knows why / the sun burns out and everyone dies
I am just back from vacation, so I'll endeavor to catch up and have The Whirlpool Experience (I've been on mobile!l tonight I guess.
This is all wrong!
These eyes... they cannot see what I need them to see... they cannot see past the veil!
I have a mouth but a mouth cannot speak to what it cannot see!
I need the eyes that can see beyond the veil and penetrate to the CoRe. Once I see the truth, my words can shape it, and reveal it! But I cannot speak my truth until I can see!
!Kristmas Kthulhu" has seen what I cannot and yet he does not speak of it. You know the truth, don't you? And yet you will not speak it, for you fear what it portends!
There is more to this dying world than you know, I can help us see it, but I need *eyes*!