The Practice War [Complete]
- Thread starter Snowfire
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
- Location
- Somewhere other than where I am.
Yes. A thousand times, yes.
It uses Ranked Instant Runoff.
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When they said runoff, I assumed they meant from a user's perspective. Users don't need to vote a second time for a reduced list of options.
- Location
- Somewhere other than where I am.
There are weighted voting systems out there. Some of them split your vote if you list more than one thing.
- Location
- his hidden lair
It's interesting, and I certainly prefer it to liberty- but while I think our actions here will do a lot to define us in the years to come, I'm looking it at a much more simple angle than that. At it's core- this vote is simply Amanda's reaction to an irreconcilable evil, I'm sure you can twist 'Belief' around to fit it being the reaction- but as I've said before I prefer the simple route. When Amanda sees evil I want her to purify it, to expunge it and render whatever it profaned clean once more. I don't think 'I'll free it from whatever is making it evil' or 'I believe that the evil will be overcome' are direct enough. Sure we can complicate the issue and philosophize on the subject- but to me, and ideally to Amanda, the response when facing an objective evil is straightforward and immediate. I have no compunctions about burning the witch if the witch is truly an evil that threatens everything I know and love.
Yes, we can talk about how belief let's us overcome evil, we can talk about how the power of choice uplifts us over evil- but I'm perfectly fine setting aside debating what gives us strength to defeat evil in order to directly punch the shit out of evil so it's no longer an issue. I don't care about the exact motivation or the reasoning used to overcome evil, I care that we confront evil without doubt, hesitation, and any ill-intentions. 'Purify' best encompasses that for me.
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To which I say "Fair enough". 
I just wanted to ping people so that it got a fair shot.
I just wanted to ping people so that it got a fair shot.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
Probably shouldn't have pinged people who had been active in the thread since your idea came up.
Robinton
Probably petting Schrödinger's cat
- Location
- Scientifically proving a miracle
For maximum effect (see: Amanda, what she loves doing), we need a music-themed word with a good chance of dealing with this disharmony. Unison could also work, since it's a broad concept with a powerful specific application (Unison platforms). Purify/Purify sounds rather dangerous - it could work well or backfire horribly.
[1] Resolution
[2] Unison
[3] Harmony
[4] Rest
[5] BACON
We know what Patrick Henry would vote: "Give me liberty, or give me death..."
[jk] EXTERMINAAATE!!!
If we were still in a good place to suggest new words, I'd suggest something like "Disinfect", "Sanitize", or even "Antibiotic!" (Goodness knows those have done some good in history...)
[1] Resolution
[2] Unison
[3] Harmony
[4] Rest
[5] BACON
We know what Patrick Henry would vote: "Give me liberty, or give me death..."
[jk] EXTERMINAAATE!!!
If we were still in a good place to suggest new words, I'd suggest something like "Disinfect", "Sanitize", or even "Antibiotic!" (Goodness knows those have done some good in history...)
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acegunner
Planeswalker - Nicol Bolas
- Location
- Dominaria
[2] Resolution
[1] Unity
[1] Believe
Would unity cause us to turn into the advent? We already have the drive for vengeance, the bonding with technology (unison armour), and advanced fightercraft (or at least thats what the shiplords see), we just lack the telepathic mind connections shared by everyone. And the ability to create psitech. Although technology replicating the effects of practice would certainly do that.
Advent
[1] Unity
[1] Believe
Would unity cause us to turn into the advent? We already have the drive for vengeance, the bonding with technology (unison armour), and advanced fightercraft (or at least thats what the shiplords see), we just lack the telepathic mind connections shared by everyone. And the ability to create psitech. Although technology replicating the effects of practice would certainly do that.
Advent
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
@Snowfire for the sake of clarity, can you use the vote counter system to consolidate two words into a single count, in this case Unity/Unison? For that matter, would you if you could, or do you consider them sufficiently different to count seperately? Don't think it'll change much any which way, but I'd like to peek behind the curtain.
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Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
- Location
- Wordcats
I can, yes, and I have been. It would be bad practice (heh) on my part to do otherwise, at least in my opinion.
Theoreticaly penultimate vote tally in the next few hours. Vote will probably be called tonight.
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
- Location
- Wordcats
Vote Tally : Original - Sci-Fi - The Practice War | Page 129 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.9
[1] Purify
[2] Resolution
[3] Unity
[4] Liberty
[5] No
[6] Silence
[7] Believe
[8] Death
[9] End
Total No. of Voters: 39
A wild vote tally appeared!
>>Fight
>Run
>Item
Using compact because the current full tally is over a thousand words long. Yeah no, ain't posting that, even with the Spoiler Voters option.
##### NetTally 1.7.9
[1] Purify
[2] Resolution
[3] Unity
[4] Liberty
[5] No
[6] Silence
[7] Believe
[8] Death
[9] End
Total No. of Voters: 39
A wild vote tally appeared!
>>Fight
>Run
>Item
Using compact because the current full tally is over a thousand words long. Yeah no, ain't posting that, even with the Spoiler Voters option.
>Armageddon.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[CTRL] + [C]
....Was this a serious vote list?
The pokemon reference? God no
The bit up above it, yes, that was.
Oh thank god.
Was wondering if you were posting drunk or something.
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
- Location
- Wordcats
Was wondering if you were posting drunk or something.
Given that I have never been drunk in my life, I shudder to think how bad that would be
Hypervene
Feelin' Some Sort Of Way
- Location
- Liminal
Screw you @Snowfire! I'm posting it anyway! I didn't find these for nuthin'!
Have a moderately creepy thing!
Considering your status' sin
Perhaps this ghost may echo in
A warning for what's coming when
They Know what you're discovering
Beware the wrath of price unpaid
Of priceless gifts
Of friends unmade
Beware the wrath and unsheathed blade
Or you will find
Yourselves unmade
Credit to a close friend of mine not on SV who knows just a teeeny bit more about this universe than you do. Take that as you will
Turn 8 will be posted after I sleep.
Now everyone can be creeped out together!
Malaquez
[MUFFLED EUROBEAT]
- Location
- Singapore
>Item
>>Activate Barrier Jacket
Look no further than the drunk postings of Sage of Eyes. They're pretty hilarious.Given that I have never been drunk in my life, I shudder to think how bad that would be
When There's Too Much At Steak (Crack)
- Location
- Maybe?
One word, eh? Alright then.
"You've always stayed focused, even in the worst situations. I don't know how you do it."
"Steak, Liara. I think about when there's so much steak."
--Cmdr Shepard.
The energies wreathed around you rage like a tempest. Their power demands release, an end to this utter wrongness before you, but there's something else in the link, something unexpressed; a note that you can't place. Try as you might, you cannot identify it, yet it resonates within each of you, an omnipresent wish, a fervent desire, a ... hunger? Yes, that fits; the feeling is more like an atavistic need than any expression of conscious intent. Even as you desperately try to reign in the storm raging around and within you, some part of you can't help but trace the source of that strange urge.
Until it hits you with the power of a freight train filled with meat. The shiplords' vessels are made of biomaterial. Material you've been frying with wild abandon since the start of this battle. The impact of heat weapons of vast power has blown off large clouds of pure flavoring, clouds which all of the Two Twenty Three have been exposed to, swimming in it, soaking up the taste. And now you can finally place that feeling, that need; as it bursts forth from you as a single word. You could no more stop it than you could command the tide; and the great wave hits as you scream as one-
"BACON!"
-how long has it been since you last ate, anyway?
Far too long, you decide, your mind dissolved in the swarm of fighters, as you fall upon the Shiplords like a cloud of locusts. Your ancient enemy can only offer feeble response as they watch in horror, the army of previously-unassuming humans now ripping off great chunks of meat, meat, their ships are made of meat and devouring it in the metaphorical and in many cases literal jaws of your hunger. Even as a part of you despairs at this desecration of all you hold sacred, the far greater part of your unified self feasts in the banquet the Enemy has so graciously provided to you.
Some time later all of you will try to forget, but the knowledge is burnt indelibly into your mind, stronger or weaker but always present, a truth that you cannot deny, no matter how much you may wish.
They taste just like chicken.
"I fucking love steak." --Cmdr Shepard
"You've always stayed focused, even in the worst situations. I don't know how you do it."
"Steak, Liara. I think about when there's so much steak."
--Cmdr Shepard.
The energies wreathed around you rage like a tempest. Their power demands release, an end to this utter wrongness before you, but there's something else in the link, something unexpressed; a note that you can't place. Try as you might, you cannot identify it, yet it resonates within each of you, an omnipresent wish, a fervent desire, a ... hunger? Yes, that fits; the feeling is more like an atavistic need than any expression of conscious intent. Even as you desperately try to reign in the storm raging around and within you, some part of you can't help but trace the source of that strange urge.
Until it hits you with the power of a freight train filled with meat. The shiplords' vessels are made of biomaterial. Material you've been frying with wild abandon since the start of this battle. The impact of heat weapons of vast power has blown off large clouds of pure flavoring, clouds which all of the Two Twenty Three have been exposed to, swimming in it, soaking up the taste. And now you can finally place that feeling, that need; as it bursts forth from you as a single word. You could no more stop it than you could command the tide; and the great wave hits as you scream as one-
"BACON!"
-how long has it been since you last ate, anyway?
Far too long, you decide, your mind dissolved in the swarm of fighters, as you fall upon the Shiplords like a cloud of locusts. Your ancient enemy can only offer feeble response as they watch in horror, the army of previously-unassuming humans now ripping off great chunks of meat, meat, their ships are made of meat and devouring it in the metaphorical and in many cases literal jaws of your hunger. Even as a part of you despairs at this desecration of all you hold sacred, the far greater part of your unified self feasts in the banquet the Enemy has so graciously provided to you.
Some time later all of you will try to forget, but the knowledge is burnt indelibly into your mind, stronger or weaker but always present, a truth that you cannot deny, no matter how much you may wish.
They taste just like chicken.
"I fucking love steak." --Cmdr Shepard
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