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Alas,  I had forgotten to ask almighty Joe, if I, the ghost of Captain Qayshar Junglewood may speak, but I now have.  At least I have given nothing away, with my ghostly comments, but you are right, oh Winter of the Wolfkind, I should have asked the great Joe for permission.

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Try as you might, you cannot lynch a ghost like me, or my fellows like the ghost of Ostrich.  As I am incorporeal, the most harm you could ever do to me would have to be verbal.  I am sorry to tell you Mailliw, but as much as you wish to live once again, you are as much of a ghost as I, Captain Qayshar Junglewood, previous carrier of the Shard of Honour, and have no right to vote.  If you wish to vote for me, you may vote for Fafa, a friend of mine playing in the next Sanderson Elimination.  I will be his adviser, and would love for him to die, so that we may wander the Cosmere together as ghosts, Fafa and I, side by side, as EQUALS!  I will live forever (as a ghost)!

 

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Who, me Winter of the Wolfkind?  Are you speaking to I, the ghost of Captian Qayshar Jungelwood, previous carrier of the Shard Honour?  Yes, I do believe with all my incorporeal heart that I will live forever as a ghost, forever tormenting those who have wronged me during my life.

 

EDIT:  I forgot to use epithets, which the the ghost of Captian Qayshar Jungelwood, previous carrier of the Shard Honour loves.

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You've asked Joe for permission, right?

 Since The players of the game believe they have found Odium, I will let each dead player make One Ghost Post, as Long as it doesn't reveal any information.

 

Unless the information is hidden in trolling. 

 

And Splinter, Did you not see the Size 94 Font saying Don't post without permission?

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Jain sat cross legged in his hut, thinking about the morrow. The village would likely lynch him, though he wasn't who they were looking for. He knew who they were looking for, but it didn't matter, they would never believe him anyway. He barely believed it.

 

He looked up at his toy panda, and wished for strength. The strength of the stones. He doubted he would be surviving the coming day, even if by some miracle he wasn't lynched. But what to do? He could not act, so all he could do was think. Think and create. As he waited the long hours of the night, He scrawled Keteks on the ground of his hut.

 

Dying Players in a Game, Dancing to Laughter, Survival Laughing, Dancing in the game, Players dying

 

A game to be won? Acting on instinct, Devotion Saves Devotion, Instinctively acting? Winning the game

 

Hateful Odium, shattering Shards, controlling friends, Controlled by Shards, Shattering Odium, Hatred

 

Jain smiled grimly at what he had written. Perhaps he would survive the coming day, but it was unlikely at best. But, he should try anyway.

 

 

Nothing happened this night.

 

The Day will end on Thursday the 5th, at 10pm PST.

 

 

 

 

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Bort, I'm sorry my actions last cycle lead to you being lynched instead of Jain. My only intention was to bring information to the table that no one else seemed to be considering so we could find Odium faster. I didn't mean to deflect suspicion from Odium. I honestly thought Splinter would have told someone if he learned someone couldn't receive investiture.

 

At least now we've found Odium. Jain. I hope this lynch ends the game.

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Cognition dropped his facade. Pretending to just be a Logicspren was exhausting anyways. Besides, he had an innumerable number of masks that he could wear in the future. He would vote and then disappear into the Cosmere; to hide again. 

 

He appeared as a quick, little, storm cloud; barely a blink of lightning within it before popping out of existence and running as far away as he could. But during the time he was physical, he spoke only one word: "Jain." 

 

Whether this was the end, he didn't know, but he hid anyways. Not only out of fear (that was long past him), but out of long years spent understanding the nuances of what it actually took to survive. No matter the climate, no matter the situation, he would survive. 

 

And so he ran this time, knowing that the Worldhoppers would call for blood. He just hoped that their bloodlust was at an end! 

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"I must say, Lord Hobbes, that I approve of the method of execution you used for me," Bortin commented, looking at the other Worldhopper over his glass of wine. "Beheading, stabbing, poison, all would cast a pall over my final day. But not hanging. Of course, I do have a slightly sore throat, but that is nothing a good vintage can't ease." He matched his words by taking a final sip from his glass, swallowing with some small difficulty.

 

Bortin placed the glass on a table and stood. "Thank you for your hospitality," he said to Hoid. "My vote today is for Jain. I just hope I last long enough to see him hang." With that, the Terrisman Voidbringer left Hoid to his business and returned to his room to prepare himself for the journey back to the Void.

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