Not true. This is where the element of chance comes in. None of us have any idea when chardish will update, so if humans are around when he does and they vote for us, the game will swing in their favor.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
Tokzic is dead.
It is now Night 6, and the game continues. Wolves, I want your picks. Day 6 starts at 10 PM Eastern Daylight time sharp. My clock says 4:29 right now.
My parents are aparently getting a divorce, and my step-dad decided it would be the best route to, instead of letting my mom move out, destroy all of my brother's and sister's stuff while we were making trips back and forth to the apartment. There's more to the story than that, but nothing that I really feel like sharing.
If people agree that I shouldn't host again, that's fine, but I would like to give it a try in a while after I'm settled in my new house and I can be at my computer 24/7 (well not litterally 24/7, but alot)
I'm sorry to everyone that I've inconvenienced, and a million thanks to chardish.
As soon as my clock hits exactly 9:50, I'm going to hit "Submit" on a post in this thread with the text "Clock Check #1." That gives everyone an opportunity to sync their clocks together and get ready for the big moment.
As soon as my clock hits exactly 9:55, I'm going to hit "Submit" on another post with the text "Clock Check #2." Make sure you're on sync. By this time you should have a good idea of the latency between my clock and the server.
As soon as my clock hits exactly 10:00, I'm going to hit "Submit" on another post with the text "Go!" At this point, the day is open. Any votes cast before the "Go!" vote will not be counted. Spam the thread if you like, but I wouldn't (since there's a forced delay between posts.)
Good luck, and this is the dumbest way of deciding a game I've ever seen.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
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