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Actually the fact that Asiina: isn't seething with rage / posting / hasn't quit probably means she is town.
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Max posted:Actually the fact that Asiina: isn't seething with rage / posting / hasn't quit probably means she is town. Who else is town Maxwell
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Moatillata posted:Notorious mercenary cckeane kills joke phase I'll kill any phase for enough money. Used to be four common stages of matter. Say goodbye to Siquid.
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May 1, 2018 18:06
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If there is a Submarine I'm getting on that submarine.
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May 1, 2018 19:12
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Moatillata posted:Who else is town Maxwell Don't know don't care. But keep posting! It may be you!
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May 1, 2018 19:54
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Moatillata posted:Notorious mercenary cckeane kills joke phase What is dead can never die. Ergo, jokephase will continue unabated.
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May 1, 2018 19:58
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Monathin posted:What is dead can never die. Ergo, jokephase will continue unabated. No wonder we keep playing mafia games.
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May 1, 2018 20:23
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Max posted:Don't know don't care. But keep posting! It may be you! Weird 3rd party claim, max.
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May 1, 2018 20:38
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Max posted:Don't know don't care. But keep posting! It may be you! 
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May 1, 2018 20:41
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This post is no indicative of either alignment. Continue posting.
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May 1, 2018 20:43
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I've never posted in my life.
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May 1, 2018 21:07
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Max posted:This post is no indicative of either alignment. Continue posting. Either implies two. How do you know the number of alignments in this game, Max?
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May 1, 2018 21:34
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Based off the town PM I got I would assume there are 2 factions, however this is an Ecco game so we have 2 factions plus 4 different cults and I'm the only person not part of a cult so please recruit me TIA.
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May 1, 2018 21:36
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CCKeane posted:Either implies two. Town or not-town is binary.
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May 1, 2018 21:40
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But also yes, the sample role pm ecco put up.
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May 1, 2018 21:43
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Max posted:This post is no indicative of either alignment. Continue posting. I never thought this day would come
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May 1, 2018 22:12
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That someone would ask you to continue posting?
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May 1, 2018 22:47
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(Wait, who here is actually roleplaying?)
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May 1, 2018 23:00
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Max posted:(Wait, who here is actually roleplaying?) I always roleplay, Max.
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Iskana... I am Iskana's Curse... and Iskana is mine. From the day I arrived, seeking the two that had killed my father, the city has always carried with it the essence of death. But sadly, not their death. At merely thirteen years of age I was forced to watch helplessly as the fat dandy and his giantess of a bodyguard booked passage on a vessel I had no hope of affording, stand impotent as the opportunity for vengeance fled forever out of sight. Yet what ocean can bound the limits of a young man's ambition? What chains can restrain the passions of his anger? I had spent years working with herbs and poultices, learning to preserve and extend life under my father's tutelage. On that day, standing heartbroken on Iskana's docks, after weeks of dogged pursuit in the shadows of Chamaz' country roads, I swore to the early end of theirs, by whatever means necessary. And so I reforged myself, not as a healer but as its opposite. By day I labored as an apothecary's apprentice, working once again with the herbs and poultices my father valued so highly, but I was no longer interested in their curative properties. Instead I studied those chemicals that could slow the heart, freeze limbs in place, or cause unceasing pain. By night I struggled for survival on the streets, at first hiding from the street urchins and their gangs, then joining them for the protection they offered. I took up the knife and mastered it out of necessity. Years passed, but the embers of my vengeful heart smoldered on with an unquenchable heat. To afford the vast sum required for overseas passage I began working for the petty criminals of the city, collecting the unpaid debts of their victims with the sharp point of my glare or, if necessary, my knife. In such circles I heard speak of men who would pay handsomely for the removal of their adversaries, and the shadows who took such coins. I let it known I would become such a shadow, and in time a contract was offered to me. My first contract was... well, one never forgets his first contact. But I have no time for further recollection now. There are more pressing matters at hand, and in any case I can sense the patience of my fellow students waning in the abyss of my silence. Perhaps later I will have peace enough to finish my reflections on my past life, on my crimes, and ultimately on my failures... But perhaps not. Such is the life of an assassin.
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May 1, 2018 23:22
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Now that's the poo poo.
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My eyes survey those gathered in the Temple room, each half-obscured by the thick dust hanging in the air, almost too dense for torchlight to penetrate. Young ones all, many younger than I was before my first contract, though I'd wager none were so young as I was before I took my first life. Yet this does not make me take them lightly. Quite the opposite. Assassination is a young man's gane; at nearly thirty I am practically ancient. Moreover, I have seen what these ones are capable of. Ishtil picked them well. Even I, no newcomer to this profession, discovered I had much to learn under the Master's teachings, and as our lessons progressed, so to did the green apprentices that trained alongside me. Indeed, I must grudgingly admit that each could be my equal in skill, if not necessarily experience. More chilling is the notion that someone among us was more than a match for Ishtil itself. In training I had often wondered how I would fare against the Master, but time and time again I would discover a tidbit about him that made me reconsider even pondering the notion. Master Ishtil did not sleep, had the hearing and reflexes of a Chamaz desert panther, and carried at least twenty knives secreted on his person at all times. Whoever got the better of him was truly one to fear indeed. With this in mind, the cast of my shadowy peers takes on an even darker hue. Someone here was not only skilled enough to eliminate one of the world's greatest professional killers, but also deceptive enough to conceal their mastery all throughout training. It is a chilling thought. I have always prided myself on subtlety, but in this instance I am outmatched. For now I merely take stock of the conversation occuring around me. So far there is but one matter that strikes me. Yami claims he may be suspicious due to his Foreigner background, but it occurs to me that several of the students here come from elsewhere. Ishtil was known to draw his recruits from all over the world, after all. Yet this is not enough.to convince me of Yami's duplicity. It would be quite a gamble for Ishtil's real killer to declare himself as suspicious from the start. Also, disclosing his background in this way could potentially save one of the sleutbier students from wasting time checking on him, knowing in advance what the conclusion would be. Very well. I will content myself with glaring at CCKeane, a student I came to befriend during our training. Knowing him, he will likely interpret my glare as the friendly acknowledgement of respect that I intend it to be. ##vote CCKeane
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May 1, 2018 23:43
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The last time TNL went all-in on RPing for no good reason, it was so he didn't have to fake opinions as scum. (Mary Celeste mafia) ##unvote ##vote TNL
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That's a lot of words I don't feel like reading.
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SalTheBard posted:Based off the town PM I got I would assume there are 2 factions, however this is an Ecco game so we have 2 factions plus 4 different cults and I'm the only person not part of a cult so please recruit me TIA. I don't like that you had to specify "town PM" here.
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"Smart assassins never establish a pattern. Or have you forgotten the Master's teachings already, even before his corpse has cooled?" If I had been predictable, those who hired me never would have named me Iskana's Curse.
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May 2, 2018 00:05
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Hmm but actually we are actively encouraged to role play.
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Yami Fenrir posted:Put me on the far bottom right of that triangle, tia. Can you describe what you mean by weird foreigner?
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Max posted:Hmm but actually we are actively encouraged to role play. Did Ecco tell you that in the scumdoc?
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If by scum doc you mean this thread, then yesEcco T. Raven posted:Some stuff in italics. It is mostly flavor, like who you are, why you're here. Your motivation. Feel free to roleplay; I love it.
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May 2, 2018 00:11
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Podima not reading every single bit of flavor. Shame ##unvote ##vote Podima
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May 2, 2018 00:13
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Oh hey how about that, I'm owned. (I blame whiskey sours)
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May 2, 2018 00:15
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BK I want you to use your stirring rhetoric to win me over.
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Podima posted:Oh hey how about that, I'm owned. (I blame whiskey sours) Yeah, blame them for not being a Gin and Tonic
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CCKeane posted:BK I want you to use your stirring rhetoric to win me over.
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CCKeane posted:Yeah, blame them for not being a Gin and Tonic
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May 2, 2018 00:19
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Max posted:That someone would ask you to continue posting? 
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May 2, 2018 00:55
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I'm not foreseeing removing my vote from pod until I receive world renowned new jersey ales
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I haven’t read the last 100 posts since the game started and I’m gonna catch up tonight but I think the fact that I got sick right when I started playing mafia again is a sign from the gods
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what's happening people
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