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Oh, I do.You could always take it up yourself. See how your players react.
Marked for Death: A Rational Naruto Quest
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- naruto rationalist romance armageddon is looking better and better damn you kishimoto explosions everywhere explosives solve everyone if in doubt surrender to the mercy of zabuza it seemed like a good idea at the time looks like a really bad case of being a jōnin my god. where does the lore end? precommitting is the winning plan screaming in kagome screw the rules i have explosives something bad might still happen sometimes you gotta sociopath stabby zabby subsection c of paragraph 9 should include we can weaponize this so hard
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I really do. It's like a drug.
Cariyaga
Handsome Gentleperson
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And I am subject to Stockholm for it. So cruel.
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- The Void
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- She/Her
I prefer it when the players have hope that they are going to make it out and be safe and the QM crush them then.
Cariyaga
Handsome Gentleperson
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No, that's the great part, they do this so much that there's no way we'll be able to tell when they're serious, and I for one am not going to go into conniptions every time they hint that we're going to die horribly, so they get to have their cake and eat it too!
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- floating away
Technically, this is entirely true.
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- USA
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I do always phrase my cryptically ominous comments carefully. It wouldn't do to lie to y'all, after all. Not sporting. Also, waaaaay more fun watching everyone go nuts trying to tease little hints of meaning from ambiguity.
Alert: Game Theoretic Coercion is a New One
NonSequtur
a body
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- Canada
While I applaud the use of precommiting as a counter to an ineffective direction in argument (neatly bypassing some biases!) I have to admit to being thankful the mod stepped in to stop it.
Otherwise, the entire rest of the thread would have be precommission arguments.
Otherwise, the entire rest of the thread would have be precommission arguments.
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Huh. Just curious, but what part of the community guidelines does such a 'campaign' violate? Of course, you are free to run this site as you please so complete freedom of speech isn't legally required.
Like I said, just idle curiosity, plz don't banerino me, Mr. Mod.
Cariyaga
Handsome Gentleperson
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It would be very interesting for the first couple weeks and quickly get annoying as we built up a vast stockpile of treaties as the metagame grew further and further removed from the meat of the quest, until we had to have five week breaks between votes in order to check with our lawyers (which by then we'd have on retainer).
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Welcome to the thread/hivemind. Enjoy your stay; you're here forever in a way, even if you leave.
But in a good, non-creepy way. If that makes sense.
NonSequtur
a body
Could be under Rule 3 for harassment or Rule 4 for disruption, depending.
Vecht
Self-Requested Ban
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Oh, wow. This made my day.
But yeah, totally reasonable. I didn't really consider meta-level effects there. Good call.
Edit: But hey, we could always precommit to punish people who use precommitment as a cheap tool in a meta-level race to the bottom. /s
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Anyone else want to precommit with me not to precommit in this thread?
Vecht
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I would but I've already precommited to not precommit regarding deals that prevent me from precommiting as a precommitment strategy
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Pardon me, but could you possibly precommit and persevere to premeditating on plausible precommitments where further precommitment would prevent a paradox with previous precommitments outside of your present preview?
I don't pretend to preach, but it's prudent to preserve a productive perspective in these prevalent, pervasive, perplexing predicaments; no person proclaims to purposefully precommit to become a prideful prude in practice.
...probably.
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Vecht
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Although your argumentative alliteration has almost absolutely absolved me of all aforementioned allegorical apparitions, and your assuredly astute assertions are alluring; alas, antecedent actions as these are not so abruptly nor arbitrarily abolished.
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Building better behavior begins belatedly by bypassing bad beliefs. Become Buddha-like by being benign beyond begrudging beastial baseness. Bury bothersome bewilderments beneath blooming betterments because balance bequeaths blessed beauty.
Vecht
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Vecht
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Omake: Innovations
Hazou, as wary as he had ever been in his life, approached the long table where the Sannin sat, flanked by two masked Leaf ANBU. Keeping up appearances, Hazou thought, as he was fairly certain more would be hidden nearby anyway.
Although their masks hid any facial features that might identify them, the ANBU on Jiraiya's right sported distinctive purple hair that he was pretty sure he might have seen once or twice during their time in Leaf. The man on his left wore a full-body cloak with a hood which was tucked tightly into his mask. Needless to say, it much more handily hid any such identifying characteristics.
No, not just appearances, Hazou mused. What message was Jiraiya sending by selecting these two? You may think you know me--you may think us familiar--but do not mistake that familiarity for friendship. I have shown you only what I have wished you to see.
Jiraiya sat in the center, wearing his customary red haori and battle garb. Almost as visible as his clothing, he wore impatience as well, openly and not-so-subtly displayed for all the world to see. His head was supported with an elbow resting on the table. The other hand held a cup of sake from which he sipped gingerly. His eyes were trained unerringly on Hazou.
A shiver passed down Hazou's spine, but he did not relent. For not the first time, Hazou found himself second guessing going with a face-to-face meeting. However, as his... hundreds? thousands? A mental sigh. As his nigh-countless role-play drills and back-and-forths with Mari-sensei had determined, a face-to-face meeting with Hazou alone was most likely to result in success here.
Warily as ever, he walked forward, keeping his breath measured, his hands clasped in front of him nonthreateningly, and his strides carefully controlled. He held his head high and wore Kurosawa Smile #213: Prideful and self-assured, yet deferential to a superior. Every detail was carefully crafted to minimize his threat profile.
He neared the table and gave a long, low bow, holding it for what seemed like an eternity as he watched Jiraiya for a response in his periphery. Seconds passed. Almost a minute.
"Sit," came the reply.
Hazou said nothing, only giving a curt nod and taking his place at the negotiating table. In the same motion, he placed one hand on a strap at his neck and the other on the satchel on his side. "May I?"
Jiraiya's eyes momentarily shot to the side before returning to Hazou. A moment more, then came a barely perceptible nod.
Hoisting the package over his head, he placed it on the table before him, and firmly slid it towards the Sealmaster on the other side.
Jiraiya did not take the package himself, but instead motioned to the man on his left. The ANBU took the package and began to rummage through it.
"Talk."
Hazou took a deep breath. This was it.
"Jiraiya-sama. Thank you for meeting with me today. As you know from our correspondence, I have developed yet another world-class sealing innovation. This one with -- dare I say -- nigh unfathomable military and strategic implications. The mere knowledge that this seal exists, if let slip into the wrong hands, could easily plunge the world into chaos." He paused for effect, studying his audience. Jiraiya gave no indications or acknowledgement. The ANBU to his right remained impassive, and the one to his left continued to systematically page through Hazou's notes.
"I have opted to come straight to you with this knowledge, as this seemed to be the only sensible course of action. After all, we could not plausibly prevent this technology from falling into enemy hands on our--"
Jiraiya broke him off with a grunt and a sigh. "Look, Kid, I don't have time for games. I believe you." The man turned one palm outward, placatingly at first, but then transitioning smoothly to a rolling motion. "Now, if you please, cut to the chase. What is it this time?"
Hazou sat resolute. He prepared for this. "Respectfully, sir, the agreement stipulated that we would not reveal the exact technology until you agr--"
The Sannin slammed his cup into the table, sake splashing off one side. The man grit his teeth and exuded killing intent. Hazou did not flinch.
Another moment passed in silence.
Hazou decided to risk it, continuing but shifting tack slightly. "Sir. As per the agreement, the details will be shared with you as soon as is feasible. Any malfeasance on our part, as determined by a neutral... committee of Toads and Pangolins... will nullify the agreement... and... result in us paying... Uh, sir?"
The ANBU at his left had gotten Jiraiya's attention and was speaking in hurried whispers. Jiraiya had leaned in to whisper back. The ANBU shook his head, and continued with even more frantic communications.
"HE WHAT?!" Jiraiya stood fuming, knocking his chair to the ground and throwing the cup of sake clear across the room. "Kid, you have got to be fucking kidding me. Did you not learn ANYTHING from last time?"
Hazou went pale. This was not expected. He must have really not liked that clause. "Er--is this about the precommitm--"
A red-brown blur, faster than Hazou could even register, and Jiraiya was at his side, hand over his mouth. "DO NOT SAY THAT WO--"
Deafening thunder clapped overhead, drowning out Jiraiya's words as the sky split open to reveal a light which outshone the sun. Jiraiya immediately fell to his knees in Dogeza. Hazou stammered for a moment, then quickly followed suit.
KUROSAWA HAZOU: GAME THEORETIC COERCION WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.
Before he knew what was happening, his world was plunged into darkness. His vision gave way to a swirling abyss, splotched here and there with seas of stars.
Falling... falling... falling--oofph. He landed on something soft and wet. Oily, even. He brought his hand to his head, trying to regain his bearings. "What the...?"
A familiar voice echoed in the darkness with a laugh. "At least y'all are being innovative in your methods of provoking the Wrath of God."
