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Post #13 (isolation #13) » Sun Aug 06, 2017 6:40 pm
Postby nancy »
In simple wagon data, off-wagon votes are shown in (brackets).
In complex wagon data, off-wagon votes are
struck
.
Off-wagon votes are any votes that indirectly affect a wagon.
Example (simple data):
nancy (2)
~
mhsmith0, Ser Arthur Dayne
8
Here, Ser Arthur Dayne has voted nancy in post 8. (mhmsith0's vote would be recorded earlier in the data.)
If mhsmith0 were to vote Ser Arthur Dayne in post 9, 9 would be an off-wagon vote, with the wagons recorded as:
Ser Arthur Dayne (1)
~
mhsmith0
9
nancy (1)
~
Ser Arthur Dayne
8(9)
Note: replaced slots are listed by current replacement.
hi meet my mafiascum gravestone, the flowers were probably left by camn or schadd or Prism, blow them kisses for me would you?
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Post #20 (isolation #20) » Sun Aug 06, 2017 6:42 pm
Postby nancy »
Spoiler: Day 1 Start (27)
Mini props up her girlfriend's wretched, half-limp body between one arm and the doorframe as she fumbles at unlocking the way back into her apartment. Tears of exhausted hysteria drip down from nancy's cheeks onto the green and blue polkadotted top that Mini chose for the day. The hinges swing inward upon the click of tumblers and Mini is nearly thrown off her feet as the weight of her momentum and the burden she carries takes her into the living room, onto the flat sofa, all knees and elbows, where nancy shudders into a heap of clothes. The girl forms a ball with her body and drools senselessly into her thick, dark curls.
"nancy, sweetie," Mini croons as she fits the door back into its resting place with a neat click, "I'll make you some tea, okay?"
"They are fucking ruined," nancy howls through her snot and saliva and thrusts the sad, vinegary evidence out beyond the edge of the sofa. The odor brings open nancy's eyes. "Mini, just look at them, my shoes are
pickled
."
She sits up to tear the soiled flats from her feet with a low shriek and hurls them away from her to gather in their stench with the forgotten corners of the unclean apartment; the living room and dining room plus kitchen one large space unseparated by a dividing wall, the hallway to the bedroom and bathroom, the bedroom, the bathroom, four windows, three doors, a closet, a bed and a bathtub. And the outside noise.
Spoiler: Day 1 End (1376)
"Well, at least we have the chocolate," nancy mumbles as she retrieves herself from the living room couch. She walks across to the dining table to take a piece or two in the hope of soothing her nerves. The bag from Venchi isn't there.
"Mini, what did you do with the chocolate?" nancy whines.
"What chocolate? I didn't do anything with it. There was no chocolate. Your tea's gone cold."
nancy stares across the room at her girlfriend in horror, then launches herself into a frantic apartment run-around searching for the paper bag marked by a delicate "V": underneath the table, behind the couch, by the door, in cupboards where it could never have found its way to; she moans desperately as her search eliminates one location after the other where the chocolate could have been misplaced or lost.
It takes her scouring the apartment from front to back to remember that she had dropped the bag when she came in downstairs. Mini had been so occupied with getting her upstairs that she hadn't brought the bag along.
She tears down the wide stairs to the building entrance, counting in her mind with each step the number of strangers who must have passed through in the past hour. The area is vacant when she arrives at the bottom, panting and gasping spasmodically, and immediately puts herself into the hunt for the sweets she had paid for so dearly.
The shattered remnants of her smartphone are still there, echoing a keen reminder of the agony she had felt as she hurled it against the wall. The small, damp patch of male tears is still there—her gaze lingers on it regretfully. The bag from Venchi is nowhere to be seen.
nancy makes her way back upstairs with a leaden gaze.
The chocolate is gone... forever.
Spoiler: Day 2 Start (1450)
nancy withers back into the apartment, wiping at the sweat gathered about her temples and along her jawline; she immediately pounces upon her handbag and withdraws a handful of tablets from within. They disappear into her mouth, followed quickly by a gush of the cold tea in the Twin Peaks mug prepared for her by Mini. A peaceful sensation begins to spread through her almost before she has finished swallowing; she breathes in relief as the psychosomatic effects of her anti-anxiety prescription work against the chaos growing inside her... and splutters and coughs up the tea right into the little bottle of medicine in her hand.
Spoiler: Day 2 End (1809)
MiniDeathStar, in the bedroom, with the incense, touches nancy's cheeks and wipes at the tears that silently course their way towards the bedsheets. The incense in its setting on the bedside table leaks out a softly curling stream of smoke; after having spent itself burning, the room is suffused with the calming fragrance of its slow expiration. One last tear escapes from nancy's closed lids. She sighs, and opens her eyes, and smiles at her lover's sympathetic face. They lie there for a time, smoothing each other's hair, barely speaking except with their eyes and their touches, before nancy draws herself deeper into the embrace; she brushes her lips across Mini's neck and runs them along her jawline, to her ear and to her eyes and brow. They turn themselves over in the bed to arrange their limbs more comfortably and nancy's elbow jostles the bedside table. The ash of the incense dislodges and crumbles into the tray; the incense falls cold and still.
Spoiler: Day 3 Start (1879) NSFW CW: Drug use
Mini and nancy cut the last few new lines and roll the five note to breathe in another, final burst of wakefulness as the pulse of the speakers carries them deeper into the stardust they see painted across the ceiling and covering their naked bodies. The room stirs around them not long after the hit and all the colors in their eyes again burn brighter, their trapped-away thoughts and feelings swell and expand and the world opens itself to them as they fall into each other once more with words of love whispered through fingertips and palms and lips that slowly encompass them atop the bed as they merge. They don't hear the electronic rattle as the speakers cut out or notice that the only sound in the room is now that of their one entangled body.
Primary criterion is just... activity. Posts.
Secondary criteria involve what types of activity and how I judge the content within the context of the gamestate.
I keep track of activity daily and run it all through a formula with which I calculate how much to decrease the Meter; the variable is my subjective judgement of the content. There's no way to game the deadline by producing a specific type or volume of content; the same post on page 4 and page 40 will be judged differently, because they will exist in a different gamestate.
Essentially, this is a tool with which I can hopefully make the game as fun as possible for my players. It's not meant to discourage certain types of posting; it's meant to help the game be paced in a way appropriate to the activity within the game; to allow me to respond to what the game needs to be fun according to what I'm seeing from my players. ~
~ Please try to avoid ableism. I'm not going to be making this comment on every post because that would be beyond annoying for you guys but "dumb" and "lame" are always going to be redacted if I catch them; there's nothing bad about being unable to speak or unable to walk in some way so using terms that describe those conditions to characterize something as bad is offensive in the same way that using "gay" as "bad" is offensive. Thanks! <3 ~
~ I don't really want to write an essay about ableism here because it's not helpful at all to the game but I think that talking about dictionary definitions isn't helpful here. Dumb is synonymous to stupid in current usage because ableism is entrenched in our society and I would prefer not to have it in my game. I understand that you personally aren't insinuating that people who can't speak are less intelligent or boring or bad or whatever when you use the word dumb but the origins of the usage are that and being aware of the words we use is important because they're the same words that are used to hurt people in other contexts and that hurt carries outside of that context. ~
In post 2, nancy wrote:10 ~ Deadlines. Day deadlines are calculated via activity; if the Deadline Meter reaches 0, the Day will end. Plurality Lynches. Nights last 48 hours. Nighttalk is enabled.
@nancy: Does this mean the thread will be unlocked for us to chatter in during the nightphase or does it mean something else?
The thread will not lock during the Night and players may post freely, yes. Lynched players are dead as of their death scene.
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Post #27 (isolation #27) » Tue Aug 08, 2017 1:44 pm
Postby nancy »
Mini props up her girlfriend's wretched, half-limp body between one arm and the doorframe as she fumbles at unlocking the way back into her apartment. Tears of exhausted hysteria drip down from nancy's cheeks onto the green and blue polkadotted top that Mini chose for the day. The hinges swing inward upon the click of tumblers and Mini is nearly thrown off her feet as the weight of her momentum and the burden she carries takes her into the living room, onto the flat sofa, all knees and elbows, where nancy shudders into a heap of clothes. The girl forms a ball with her body and drools senselessly into her thick, dark curls.
"nancy, sweetie," Mini croons as she fits the door back into its resting place with a neat click, "I'll make you some tea, okay?"
"They are fucking ruined," nancy howls through her snot and saliva and thrusts the sad, vinegary evidence out beyond the edge of the sofa. The odor brings open nancy's eyes. "Mini, just look at them, my shoes are
pickled
."
She sits up to tear the soiled flats from her feet with a low shriek and hurls them away from her to gather in their stench with the forgotten corners of the unclean apartment; the living room and dining room plus kitchen one large space unseparated by a dividing wall, the hallway to the bedroom and bathroom, the bedroom, the bathroom, four windows, three doors, a closet, a bed and a bathtub. And the outside noise.
hi meet my mafiascum gravestone, the flowers were probably left by camn or schadd or Prism, blow them kisses for me would you?