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Post by The Evil Biscuit on Feb 22, 2012 1:01:44 GMT -5
Yep. That.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 22, 2012 1:23:26 GMT -5
Biscuit has confirmed, but Belle will have to pipe up here to choose for herself.
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Post by Belle on Feb 22, 2012 9:14:21 GMT -5
YES OKAY DONE
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 22, 2012 10:23:08 GMT -5
Very good. Team Awesomeness will consist of Testbug, Sem and Elliot, and Team Radicalness will consist of Ninety, Biscuit and Belle.
I have only one story so far. Need five more!
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Post by Testbug on Feb 22, 2012 19:34:25 GMT -5
WHAT
FINE
I DIDN'T WANT YOU ON MY TEAM ANYWAY BELLE
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 22, 2012 21:33:42 GMT -5
Only two stories are in so far. The rest of you, hop to it!
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Post by Beelzebibble on Feb 23, 2012 22:35:48 GMT -5
Four stories submitted! Let's get those last two in right quick.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Mar 1, 2012 14:07:25 GMT -5
For once, the massive delay between challenges was everyone else's fault but my own! Awesome. I got to cherish this while it lasts. Oop, it's gone, okay moving forward. I've now got all six of your stories. And very soon, it will be time for everyone to share these stories. Except, not everyone's going to be sharing their own stories.
Actually, what I need is for each team to privately select one among them as the "truth-teller". The other two on the team will act as "liars". When it comes time to share stories, only the truth-teller will share his/her own story. The liars will swap and tell each others' stories instead.
Each team will then be trying to figure out the identity of the truth-teller on the opposing team. And that's all I'll say for now, except that you definitely don't want it to be obvious who's telling the truth on your team. You want to throw them off the scent!
I'll PM each team its three stories soon.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Mar 2, 2012 14:31:09 GMT -5
Team Radicalness has reached their decision.
Team Awesomeness gotta step it up.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Mar 9, 2012 12:40:14 GMT -5
Finally, both teams have made their decisions. However, there has been a change in the team designations. Team Radicalness gets to stay radical. But the other team, for dragging their feet so much in both of the preliminary phases for this challenge, have had their awesomeness formally revoked, and have been re-christened Team Sloth. So now! LET'S HEAR SOME CORKERS. Everyone, you know now whose story you're going to tell, whether it be your own or someone else's on the team. On you go, then! There's no reason to specify a set order -- let's just get all six stories out there. Remember that you're free to edit the story you're telling as much as you like, or even rewrite it from scratch, to make it sound more (or maybe less!) like something you personally would write. Once all six stories are posted, how do we wrap this up? I'll set a range of days within which all players must PM me guessing which person, on the other team, they think is the truth-teller. As long as each team's members reach a majority vote, they have a cumulative team guess. (If they don't reach a majority -- that is, everyone votes for a different opponent, or only two players vote and it's for different opponents, or no one on that team votes at all, then there is no cumulative guess and, basically, that team fails.)If neither team guesses the opposing truth-teller correctly, the challenge is a wash and nothing goes into the pot. If both teams are spot-on in guessing the opposing truth-teller, the challenge is a GREAT SUCCESS and 32 EP go into the pot. If only one team correctly guesses while the other team fails to do so, the challenge is a MODERATE SUCCESS, 16 EP go into the pot... oh, and an exemption will be awarded to someone on the winning team. Now here's where I get a little devious. I was originally planning to just say "Here's an exemption, you three can vote on who receives it", as would have happened if either the smart or stupid players had won "RP Trivia", but I just came up with something better. Assuming all three members of the winning team did in fact PM me to vote on who they thought the opposing truth-teller was, then, if there was a 2-1 split in the votes, with two players guessing the right truth-teller and one player guessing otherwise, the player who guessed otherwise receives the exemption. In any other case -- i.e. all three members of the winning team actually did vote for the same person, or else not all of them voted -- the player who PMed me his/her guess first receives the exemption.I'll let you think about that part in red there, and what makes it so tricky. But in the meantime, everyone has some stories to share. Remember, if you're hankering for that exemption -- and you'd rather not see someone from the opposing team get it -- you don't want to make it obvious who's telling the truth among your three players. Also remember that I'll specify the range of days in which I'll accept guesses by PM, and any guess that falls outside that range will be ignored. That means you can't guess yet, so let's all just sit back around the campfire and relax for a little bit. We've got six stories to enjoy. I bet they will be positively ebullient with warmth, good humor and that feel-good Hollywood vibe!!!!! Who's first?
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Post by Beelzebibble on Mar 15, 2012 15:35:33 GMT -5
Hey, look what I just did. Now you have no excuse for not posting a story here! Seriously though guys you're breaking my heart. How about we actually do this challenge??
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Post by Ninety on Mar 15, 2012 19:01:16 GMT -5
I am sitting in my truck. It's about twenty minutes until curtains for the two-man show I'm doing with my best friend and we sold out the theater. My ex that I still have feelings for just sent me a text message saying she's looking forward to seeing the show and seeing me. I can't stop crying. I rock myself back and forth as people file their way past me into the theater. No one pays me any mind. Curtains are soon. I get out of the truck and go in through the cast and crew entrance. Everyone looks nervous and tell me they were worried I wasn't going to show and what's wrong and where am I going.
I'm going to the bathroom. I sit in the stall and continue sobbing. One of my friends comes in and starts to wash his hands and makes a joke because he thinks I'm actually using the toilet. Then he hears me crying. I open the stall door and go into the green room and sit on the couch. There are only a few people here now; everyone else has gone to prepare for the show. More are leaving because I'm crying and they're not sure what to do. My friend sits next to me and I cry into his shoulder and tell him that I can't do this anymore I just can't do it again. He tells me not to be nervous that I've done this play five times before and that I can do it again. I tell him it's not the play it's her I can't do it to her again I can't put her through it again. He asks me who she is.
I have to leave. I have to go somewhere and be alone. I can't see people right now. I can't see her. I can't see anyone. I get out of the theater and throw my cell phone in my friend's Jeep and drive away. The show is canceled. I am still crying.
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Post by Belle on Mar 15, 2012 21:31:49 GMT -5
When I was younger, my family bought two dogs from some old friends. One went to my cousin, who was already off at college, and the other was mine. That dog and I were inseparable; he was my dearest friend. My dad helped me get him housebroken, train him the basic commands, and showed me how to work him under the gun (this was before everyone got caught up in school and we still went shooting with our neighbors down the road - they've actually got a deer sanctuary these days instead). Every afternoon I would go outside to play with him, and every day he would wait at the front door regardless of the weather, waiting for my brothers and I to get home from school.
At the beginning of last year, he passed away. He was thirteen, a decent age for a lab, and was beginning to show it. He had contracted a severe sinus infection that eventually spread to his lungs, which had crippled him so badly that it took him almost a full ten seconds just to inhale. He hadn't been living with us since we were forced to leave him here in the country once we moved away, but the family we had left him with let me make the decision to put him down. I took him to the vet and just... Stood there, holding his head, scratching behind his ear as they injected the pale blue serum into his veins. I didn't cry, not then. I signed the papers, paid the money, and drove home. For hours and hours I wondered why the tears wouldn't come. I felt grief, absolutely. It tore me apart, physically and emotionally. But I couldn't cry, as with most other instances I've felt grief - usually I pass it off as having evolved past having tear ducts. But, eventually I was better. It was still sad, but I had gotten over it.
Then his ashes came. Our vet delivered them to our house (tiny town, family friends, the woman's daughter was actually an old friend of mine). I just lost it. Right there in the front yard, right in front of her, as she was offering this little black box to me, this tiny little keepsake full of the grey stuff that used to be my best friend. I couldn't bear it. Everything I had bottled up since the morning I'd met the family, wrapped him in my old baby blanket, and carried him out to Mr. Weston's truck for his last ride, it all came rushing out at once. It was the most distraught I've ever been in my life.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Mar 15, 2012 22:13:28 GMT -5
Thanks to our first two storytellers. Four to go.
Also, I forgot to mention: You're free to use this topic to discuss with teammates and talk about who you think is telling the truth -- you're not constrained to doing that by PM. Even more importantly, everyone is allowed to ask each other questions about their stories. That's a big part of why I'm holding off before allowing you to PM me your guesses: I want you to have the chance to "delve", in Rosencrantz's word.
So you can be all "Hey Ninety, what was the name of that two-man show? What was it about?" or "Hey Belle, what was the dog's name? How much was the fee for putting him down? NOT TO BE INSENSITIVE OR ANYTHING; IT'S JUST A GAME." And then Ninety or Belle would answer, either from memory (if they were telling the truth), by consulting with the person who actually supplied that story, or just by making up an answer off the cuff! What the hell, they could even admit "I don't know" or "I don't remember", if that were part of their strategy.
(I'm taking it as a point of honor that people will, actually, answer any questions they get asked about their story. I mean, Mole or contestant, if you just click away and pretend the question never happened... sorta lame, dude.)
So use that power. Might help you land your guess right.
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Post by The Evil Biscuit on Mar 16, 2012 8:42:45 GMT -5
We have a long-standing tradition of celebrating New Year's at the beach. The friends who supplied the cabin lived a reasonable ten or so minute walk from the jetty we would eventually walk to so we could watch the fireworks at midnight. Now this was many years ago, well before Traci, and I was head-over-heels for this girl Michelle. Naturally, we were not meant for each other, and so we fought. A lot. And on this particular New Year's, we had had one such quarrel, and Michelle decided she would down half of a handle of Jagermeister all by her lonesome, because, y'know, fuck the world. Knowing she would be drunk as fuck on this evening I had chosen to avoid her for the better portion of the night. She has this unique flair for belligerence.
Anyway!
Up until just before the fireworks had started, I'd done a pretty good job of being at least 100 feet away from her sloppy drunk ass, but finally her closer friends (who were my friends first, goddammit) were finally forced to come and find me because at that point she had thrown herself onto the beach, kicked her shoes off and hurled them at passers-by, and was demanding to speak to me even though she had lost the ability to form complete sentences. And also to stand. So for the duration of the fireworks I was not permitted to look away but rather was required to watch as she flailed about in the sand making a mess of herself, after which I had the great joy of carrying her sorry ass the mile or so back to my friends' house. I felt bad for the friend who had started crying out of guilt and pity. Sometimes I wonder if I should have felt the same, but the only emotion I can remember experiencing was blinding fury. I was angry at her for making me carry her, for making me deal with her shit, and for making those closest to us suffer on behalf of what should have been our private affairs. When my mother had come to pick me up, she spoke to her kindly and gently while I sat in the car and marinated in my own rage, not caring that she would spend the rest of the night on the friends' front lawn with a bucket and a blanket.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Mar 16, 2012 10:59:09 GMT -5
So I'd just got back from a show, and the person I was seeing at the time was coming over to where I live afterwards so we could all go out and party somewhere. A fairly normal night at the time, but people were setting off fireworks around the city and in the local park, and there was a fair ground so we went to that. After going on a few rides, we went for a walk and let the rest of my friends go to the party and said we'd meet up with them later. We walked to the field near where I lived and sat on the bench, watching the fireworks.
I'd been seeing this person for a while, but we weren't official yet. We sat there for about half an hour, just chatting and having a bit of a laugh. Then they took my hand and said, "I've been thinking about it for a while, and I'd like it if you were my boyfriend." I'd been waiting for a while to hear that, so I immediately said I'd like that too. We kissed, and it was like the first time all over again. Slow and sweet and just nice. We got up and went to find our friends, who were out in the city at this point, and everyone could tell without us actually saying anything because we both had these really genuine smiles on our faces for the rest of the night.
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Post by Testbug on Mar 24, 2012 13:41:27 GMT -5
When I was in around the 5th grade, I was still very much in contact with my grandmother. She was living with my parents and me, and we were taking very good care of her. She was fighting cancer, and had been for a while, but I never really knew how bad it had been. One night, I was taken to my aunt and uncle's house, and I spent the night there. When I woke up, they very solemnly informed me, over breakfast, that my grandmother had passed away in the night. I didn't know what to do or say, so I went to school like nothing had happened, and tried to move on. When I got home, I just completely broke down and sobbed.
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Sem
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Post by Sem on Apr 10, 2012 20:11:01 GMT -5
It's technically Friday November 24th, 2006. My mother is on her knees, the upper half of her body leaning against the bed, and her head face-down on the sheets. Her hands are sprawled in front of her, and she's not breathing. My mother is not breathing.
It's technically the morning after Thanksgiving, but I haven't slept. My father is talking to a woman over speakerphone, informing her that he has already done everything she's asked. He says this isn't his first time on a 911 phone call. I'm trying not to cry, and the only thing coming out of my lips are a few whispered cries to god. I'm ushered out of the room, wrapped in a scratchy green blanket and a T-shirt from a college I've never been to. I'm sat down in my room, and I talk about video games with James, one of my dad's students, for what feels like forever. I hear men come into the house, a few shouted commands, and a slurry of hushed voices soon after. My father knocks on my door, and I walk outside to talk to him. The talk only lasts a few seconds because I can't stand up anymore after the first few words.
It's Friday, November 24th 2006. I wake up from one dream, but not the dream I want to wake up from. Family friends pour in from all over the country all morning and cry with us. My dad and I have pecan pie for breakfast. We feel like we've earned it. I've never felt as empty as that day.
It's Wednesday, November 29th 2006. I ask my father if he's ready. He says he'll never be ready for this. I stand up from the funeral pew, and I give my mother's eulogy. I talk about her life, her personality, and her effect on me. I'm strong for my mother, my father, and my family. I sit down and cry. I hope that no one my age ever has to do what I just did. The world should not be so cruel to those so young.
It's like I was never gone! :'D *is shot :'D* *a lot :'D*
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 10, 2012 23:18:07 GMT -5
Well, of course Sem would make his grand return right in the middle of tech week for my play. I was thinking about nullifying his exemption and charging on through the rest of the episode once my show finished on Saturday and my schedule opened up again, but luckily we don't have to do that!
Except, not luckily all around. Now that Sem is safe again, one of the rest of you is going right back on the chopping block. Unless, of course, you can score the exemption that's available in this here challenge?
You've heard all the stories. And I'm gonna be really busy all the rest of the week. So, even though it now falls to the six of you to individually PM me and guess who's the other team's truth-teller, I'm not going to accept any PMs that come in before Sunday. That gives you the rest of the week to examine each other's stories and make your conclusions. Don't forget, you're allowed to ask people from the opposing team questions about their stories. And definitely don't forget to coordinate with people on your own team.
Wow, see how easily I slip back into this excessively wordy and overweening voice. It really is like the game never paused.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 15, 2012 14:05:38 GMT -5
It's time. Please PM me sometime between today and Tuesday with your guess as to which player on the opposing team is telling the truth. PMs received after Tuesday will be ignored. And remember that according to the payout system for this game, PMing me sooner rather than later is a good idea if you want that exemption.
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Post by Testbug on Apr 15, 2012 22:06:58 GMT -5
HEY.
Why don't we work together on this one, and tell each other who's truthing?
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 15, 2012 22:17:42 GMT -5
Ever the diplomat, Testbug!
Don't forget that there's no exemption awarded if both teams win the challenge. An exemption will be awarded only if one team wins while the other fails.
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Post by Ninety on Apr 16, 2012 0:10:39 GMT -5
I wouldn't trust what anyone says at this point.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 16, 2012 18:55:44 GMT -5
Only one guess so far? I must be in for a lot of PMs over the next thirty-six hours.
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Post by Testbug on Apr 17, 2012 20:12:59 GMT -5
I mean, I agree with Ninety I guess?
I wouldn't really trust the other team's words either.
I just thought maybe it'd be a good idea? In theory, I guess.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Apr 18, 2012 11:40:55 GMT -5
The Neverending Challenge finally comes to an end with a surprising upset: only Team Sloth managed to get all three of their votes in before the deadline! Way to redeem yourselves after this whole debacle, fellas. Team Radicalness simply did not collect their shit in time. Although, they did manage to submit two votes, at least. Let's see what those were now...
First vote from Team Radicalness comes courtesy of Ninety: Now, since Biscuit failed to show for the end of this mission (he actually popped in last night, but it was past midnight and I guess he figured I wouldn't accept a late PM), Team Radicalness' prospects lie with Belle. If her vote matches Ninety's, the team has a cumulative guess. But otherwise, the team fails to put forth a cumulative guess and therefore automatically fails the challenge. Let's see her PM: Good! So Team Radicalness has a cumulative guess, and it's for Elliot. Of course, whether that's right or not is a different matter. If they're correct and Team Sloth fails the challenge, then Ninety receives the exemption, being as he was the first to PM me. If they're incorrect, or if Team Sloth succeeds as well, no exemption.
So let's check in with the other side. First guess from Team Sloth is Elliot's: Short and to the point. What's Sem got to say on the matter? Uh-oh. Looks like we don't have a consensus so far. But fortunately, unlike Team Radicalness, Team Sloth can pull in a tiebreaker. If Testbug voted for either Ninety or Belle, then that's the team's cumulative guess. If he voted for Biscuit, though, bad luck! Let's see: There we go. So Team Sloth's cumulative guess is Belle, but we have a 2-1 split in the votes! I'd warned you guys about this. That means that if Belle really is the other side's truth-teller, and if Team Radicalness fails, the exemption goes to the one person on Team Sloth who didn't vote for Belle. There's Elliot being a sneaky sonofabitch once again!
So, to recap: Team Radicalness guesses Elliot, while Team Sloth guesses Belle. Should the former be right and the latter wrong, Ninety gets an exemption; in the opposite case, Elliot gets an exemption. And, of course, it may well be that both teams or neither team got their guess right. Let's find out.
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