Dissentions V2.0 Game Thread
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Neverwonagame3
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I believe it has already been agreed, but I nominate myself for leader.
R.P:
"You sure you've done it?"
"I'm sure."
Horseman smiled. His old ally Yama would not be sending anyone to the great contest. He was lucky he was able to stop it though.
When the new King of Hagnaught had ascended the throne, he had executed Strategos in retaliation for Strategos planning his assasination. Strategos's sucessor, the would-have-been Advisor XV, refused the throne for the time being. But that was because he opposed the new style of government.
He had switched identities, fled north, and asked Horseman for aid. Horseman was too busy preparing for the contests, and wanted Advisor to learn his new role for himself. But he had been giving advice about the best way to go about it.
King had given strict instructions NOT to defy the contest's results. But this didn't mean he couldn't try to rig things in his own favor. After all, the Imperial agents were said to be doing it, so why couldn't he?
R.P:
"You sure you've done it?"
"I'm sure."
Horseman smiled. His old ally Yama would not be sending anyone to the great contest. He was lucky he was able to stop it though.
When the new King of Hagnaught had ascended the throne, he had executed Strategos in retaliation for Strategos planning his assasination. Strategos's sucessor, the would-have-been Advisor XV, refused the throne for the time being. But that was because he opposed the new style of government.
He had switched identities, fled north, and asked Horseman for aid. Horseman was too busy preparing for the contests, and wanted Advisor to learn his new role for himself. But he had been giving advice about the best way to go about it.
King had given strict instructions NOT to defy the contest's results. But this didn't mean he couldn't try to rig things in his own favor. After all, the Imperial agents were said to be doing it, so why couldn't he?
i see 2 votes for you, you need atleast 3 if your team has no npc, and 4 if it does.
Neverwonagame3
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Does it count if I vote for Neverwonagame3?
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
I was talking IC!
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
Cause, Vampyres are awesome and can read minds. 
That's why I said, probably.
That's why I said, probably.
dcbandicoot
the true corporate champ
I will vote for Stuck In Pi to lead our team. Team unity its necessary in a game as lethal as this one, and the illusion seems fit to guide us through.
Yes it does, but that still only leaves 2 votes ffor you.
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mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
So we can vote for fighting?
Neverwonagame3
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Fine.
Sacred Fist v.s True Believer
Sacred Fist v.s True Believer
The Void Walker sort of pops into location, having gathered all of Team 8 for a quick chat. As said before, his walk is not so much a walk but rather sort of slipping in and out of this world, popping from point to point along this world and traversing who-knew-what (well, God did, but He wasn't about to tell anybody!) along the way, which just happened to be in other worlds, imperceptible to this one.
"Let me appraise this situation," he says with a lilt like a bird's songs on a beautiful spring day. His head, or at least, the mass of light-sucking darkness that appeared to be vaguely circular on the top of his vaguely-shaped form, seemed to be tilted a bit to the right, as if he were off-kilter.
"We've," he starts, gesturing with his right hand toward the were-beast, "a freaky animal." He continues around the circle, pointing at each person in turn, "a lonely guy," at the ronin, "some young teacher dude with creepy hair," at the mentor, "a mysterious bloody guy," at the blood brother, "and some soulless muddy fighter," at the dirty fighter.
"If I was going to be honest, and I don't know yet, hence the lack of the subjunctive," he says, jabbing a finger with the word subjunctive, as if to emphasize just how learned he is, "I think I would say that I'm the best one to lead this team. You know, as a Void Walker, I've been to places and seen things. I vote for LightFang for captain of Team 8."
He leans forward, putting his face uncomfortably (or comfortably, depending on which team you bat for) close to each other person's in turn, and sort of rotates his hips so that his face is brought in front of each person. The more attentive can see sort of lighter black spots where his eyes would be on a normal person, though they'd of course be the last to call him a normal person.
"Now, there's this matter of a fight. Golly, I like fights. So there's this sacred fist dude, who evidently is pretty religious I guess, and then there's this true believer guy, who believes in something pretty badly. So I think it'll be funny and enlightening to see the two duke it out."
He nods confidently to himself, wondering whom exactly he's assuring with that gesture.
"Let me appraise this situation," he says with a lilt like a bird's songs on a beautiful spring day. His head, or at least, the mass of light-sucking darkness that appeared to be vaguely circular on the top of his vaguely-shaped form, seemed to be tilted a bit to the right, as if he were off-kilter.
"We've," he starts, gesturing with his right hand toward the were-beast, "a freaky animal." He continues around the circle, pointing at each person in turn, "a lonely guy," at the ronin, "some young teacher dude with creepy hair," at the mentor, "a mysterious bloody guy," at the blood brother, "and some soulless muddy fighter," at the dirty fighter.
"If I was going to be honest, and I don't know yet, hence the lack of the subjunctive," he says, jabbing a finger with the word subjunctive, as if to emphasize just how learned he is, "I think I would say that I'm the best one to lead this team. You know, as a Void Walker, I've been to places and seen things. I vote for LightFang for captain of Team 8."
He leans forward, putting his face uncomfortably (or comfortably, depending on which team
"Now, there's this matter of a fight. Golly, I like fights. So there's this sacred fist dude, who evidently is pretty religious I guess, and then there's this true believer guy, who believes in something pretty badly. So I think it'll be funny and enlightening to see the two duke it out."
He nods confidently to himself, wondering whom exactly he's assuring with that gesture.
