Various prods will be going out shortly. While we have elected to treat votes as eligible activity for meeting prod threshold, please engage with the game via letter. Ten letters per game day may sound like a small number for a game with month-long deadlines, but remember that this is a Micro, and we are roughly 20% of the way to deadline already.
Additionally, we have decided that due to a lack of familiarity with content, Team Looker is to be issued a new style and character. If anyone else has concerns about their ability to play to their specified character, please address it with us as soon as possible.
Don’t forget about how when I asked him for a link to his scumgame, he linked THIS game. - Pyrrha Nikos
He usually never puts effort into reads like that, which does sometimes get him scumread, but since he was on an alt and we didn't know his meta, I can see CL!him making reads as an exception since he knows he'll probably be scumread otherwise.
-Hectic
I present to you my newest advice, again this is not related to my situation at all.
- Dear Saladman, my fellow shipmates want to throw an animal overboard! They’re saying he’s doing nothing and is the killer! What do I do? If I don’t vote, they’ll turn on me too! Oh Saladman, I need your great advice. - Dog Lover
- Dear Dog Lover, you should definitely and absolutely vote to throw the animal overboard. This activity is suspicious for dogs, they are very intuitive and always have something to say.
To my Rescuer (I hope this title ages well),
I have grown paranoid again, growing more-so as the food runs short. My trust and hope still lies in an islander by the name of jjh. It has been made evident that he has only the best wishes in store for everyone on the island. While observing the… inhabitants from our vantage point—we observed one islander not playing with the rest. Later, we explored the area in which we’d seen him playing. Feathers found the name “VORKUTA” scrawled in the sand.
We all seem to be engaging in a game of cat and mouse, but this islander refuses to play near the wagons of others. Is this another threat to rival Blatant Scum? Why does this islander refuse to play with the others?
I would be interested in his response. Perhaps we can find another ally in this godforsaken place. Perhaps we’ll find another rabid beast to run away from.
If it helps you find me, this letter is timestamped 7:45 Phoenix Island Time.
As you requested I have begun character evaluations for some of our young applicants. As you are aware, we only have room for 6, eliminations must be made.
I highly recommend JJH to be approved for a spot to the academy. The guy plays well with others and shows potential. Im probably exaggerating but I guy has a very bright future ahead of him. Definately has Looker’s Seal of Approval (TM)
On the other hand, saladman looks like someone to cross off the list. On further review Im seeing some possibly disturbing tendencies, including seeing decapitated barbie dolls and thats the minor issue. Now to be fair, he did maintain he got frustrated when the other children wouldn’t allow him to play house with them but when Tiffany came to me bawling because her teddybear, Fluffy had his left eye poked out, I realized something had to be done and soon. The situation has now gotten so bad, that Principal Scully has outright refused to even allow us to even have a pet rabbit like all of the other classes. I think that’s definitely a possible red flag that we absolutely ought not to ignore. I’m especially concerned that allowing him around the other gifted children could prove disastrous.
More is coming soon, I expect to hear some thoughts from you soon.
~ Sally.
Letter #2
I address you all.
The arguing in the farmhouse is getting louder.
But they all go quiet once they realize the great earl of Correspondence mafia is about to speak. Our glorious and eternal leader Extrapolated Wolf.
He stands up slowly from his seat with shaky legs. All his motions are old and tardy. Everyone can see his obvious weakness and start whispering. They know he is the one and the same hero described to us from the legends, the one who banished the wicked and ancient scum tribe from their seat of power and paved the way for the golden age of townies. But time has been cruel on him. He now has a long white and busty beard, his bones are feeble and the days where he held a sword has long since passed.
He starts speaking. He starts going on about how rabbits have been multiplying without end, apparently some sort of penguins have been spotted north in the country. Everyone starts groaning, wondering when his endless recitals and boring irrelevant observations will end.
What he’s saying simply isn’t of importance right now. There are obvious scum on the loose yet our great leader will not see it. Even i start to lose faith in the chiefdom of Extrapolated Wolf upon hearing his extrapolated guesswork and annoyingly low wheezing. Not a word was spared from his mouth about our current predicament. About the scum that are hiding among us.
I must say, things are looking bad for us here. And if our leader doesn’t start making sense then it is entirely likely that one of the power hungry underlings sitting on the table will rebel against his rule and create utter chaos for our society.
I sense a disturbance in the air, a climate of evil descending upon our peaceful realm. The mafia’s machinations are at work.
Let this not be a word of advice, but a word of warning. To you all.
Rescuers (for Fox pointed out that it's likely there are more than one of you, and we wish not to offend anyone by leaving them unnoticed in our letters),
Our pursuers make it ever difficult to keep writing. We have received a few letters from other beings, but each of them seems to be addressed to someone else, and we do not know you, so we do not know how to address you directly ourselves. This situation is remarkably difficult, demoralizing, and ever more than what Feathers signed up for. On top of that, we just spilled the last of our ink, so now we must frantically dab at it off the ground.
There is almost nothing anywhere for any of us to know who has turned the natives against us, and hope is almost lost. If any of you can even assist us in how to deal with these issues we present you, we would both find it ever so helpful.
One thing I—Feathers—can respond to: one particularly dull member of this mailing group seems to think that our interest in Blatant Scum in the first several pages of the game has any sort of correlation to our relationship with the natives and their hostility. To this particular applicant - on what island would any marooned person have any indication of other sailors of interest on the island? When would the hostiles ever have any specific sentient in mind instead of simply wanting them all gone? The fact that there is any interest in our response to this whatsoever embarrasses Feathers that he would be stuck on the same island as such people.