Squirtlestory 2: Squirtwill be Scramble!
Feb 16, 2022 2:27:21 GMT 10
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Post by Squirtle on Feb 16, 2022 2:27:21 GMT 10
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Is realquestion. Notjust heading. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat. Whatthe what whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? Tiedvote! Tiedrevote! ROCKDRAW! NOTATDRILL!
Squirtle start at beginning. Yesbe essay. Yesbe ranting. Absurdabsurdabsurd thisbe happened. Also hilarious. But also absurdabsurd whaaaaaaaat!?
Also. Going to switch back from squirtlespeak in honour of Sandbag's request. Not because it's any easier, if anything switching back and forth is getting harder and harder and I've been frantically messaging in every free second all day so far. But if it makes it easier to read then I can be respectful. Might even make it easier for me to read back when I need to also.
Obvious disclaimer first off that this is all my perspective. Quite probably riddled with holes in knowledge and in logic, but hey that's what you come here to read and any accidental squirtlesense is purely coincidental. So here goes:
Last Night (which is Australian morning. But semms to be late at night for most of whatwasonece blueteamfreind arghstopsquirtlestop!):
My last update was when things started getting tense. Basically I was focused on decision point one: if we get a newcomer from the duel, will we vote them out rightaway? Or at least that's how I saw it. One reason I was pushing for yes was because I knew the default answer for decision two (which original blueteamfriend goes home instad) was not to my liking. We all stayed up far later than we should have negotiating and it seemed kind of a deadlock at least to Squirtle. Pyramythra was itching to vote for Captain, Richter was tempted by the chaos potential but unsure, Falco was clearly leaning toward a Captain vote but trying to placate both sides. Most of my work went into speaking with Richter, as we had the most to lose if Captain were voted out - there was every change he'd spill that we were in an alliance of three, painting targets on us both for the whole game as the betrayers who were able to play the middle of the tirbe. More importantly, he'd likely tip off Phyramythra/Falco to the fact that we'd committed to a threesome. And it's particularly worse for me than Richter if this gets out, because I'm supposed to be rideordie tellallsquirtlesecrets with Falco, and I hadn't looped him in.
I think I mangaged to talk Richter down off the ledge from making the move unnecessarily, with the reasoning in my last confessional about not seeing how it was possibly worth all we'd lose just to gain unwantedable Mario. Falco was implying he'd vote with me if I was insisting, but I went to bet expecting to be overruled but okay with that - it wouldn't be an irrecoverable loss for Squirtle, there'd be some favour gained in conceding to what my allies preferred, and when Captain went on a rampage I'd be able to honestly say - with others backing me up - that I'd tried to save him but couldn't get he numbers.
But then morning comes (night, whatever, next scramblingtime)... and we have no new tribe member. I honestly have no idea what Mario was thinking? Did my squirtleshtick fun of calling out his racist bullying tendencies and rubbing it in his face make him think he'd be less welcome on blue then back on a tribe who had already voted him out ahead of a borderline-inactive? I'd heard through Richter in the spectatorstands and some backchat from Mario/Marth to other blueteam allies that Mario had been promised big blindsides coming from both green and red. But even thirdhand those rumours sounded like obviously what of course red and green would be saying to him, out of fear for not gaining a new member to boost their numbers when blue was so clearly the right move. (Yes I'm aware that I'm saying this knowing full well that I wanted to vote him out straight away, shutup! But surely it wasn't as much of a given on blue as it was for red. And in any case bullymanmario picked the wrong potential big move, as it seems Wario was indeed blindsided.) Anyhow I suppose the lesson is to be more active in courting ring returnees even if it takes outright bullshitting? I'm dropping my barriers to bigactualsquirtlespeak entry for the current batch and will try but ugh it's frustrating that Mario's error and Isabella's inactivity, on top of Pyramythra underbidding for safety so that teethplant could steal it: all these unforced errors set up this perfect storm of circumstance.
Today (Tonight) (Not channel 7, promise, but just as needlessly dramatic):
Saw the news of no returnee, got annoyed that a Falcon boot was inevitable and that I'd wasted sleep arguing a hypothetical. Because it seems so straightforward that this would surely simplify things, right? Decision one was made for us, decision two would come down to the alliance of four, and half of them had no reason to vote anyone but the Captain. I tried to at least go through the motions with Richter of weighing up pros/cons of Captain and Pyramythra (by then it was clearly between the two, both having argued the same things as reasons to take out the other ahead of a Mario/Isabella the night before) more to set my mind at ease that I had in fact tried it all. And then with some 10-15 minutes left until the deadline, two big things happened almost at once.
First, Richter bit. Not sure whether it was just playing into the hypothetical or true cold feet, but he was feeding into my arguments for keeping the Captain. And I guess I was frustrated about he lack of duelist as boot fodder (yes, stop reminding me) and Pyramythra's attitude all round: they'd made the error with the bidding that cut off our options, and also pretty much stopped speaking to me at all one-on-one since making the group chat which I already felt like the fifth wheel of when it was just an alliance idea. And suddenly saving the Captain and losing Pyramythra sounded reasonable, at least for a last-minute split-second decision.
Second, the bloody plant. After infuriating everyone all round long in multiple (hilariously) awful ways, he'd been completely discounted as a factor at all by all. I'd heard that last round somebody just dropped him the name and that's how he knew to vote Marth and figured I might as well do the same, but when he asked (pictographically of course) who to vote fore I didn't want to give the game away too soon - for all I know if I'd said Captain Falcon he'd have immediately tried to communicate this to said Captain and blow up my spot sooner than necessary - so I told him (honestly) that I though the two people getting votes were Pyramythra and Captain. Not sure who else was talking to him, but I didn't expect to exchange messages again. So was squirtleshocked! when he sent me back a picture of pyramythra.
And suddenly the numbers began to shift in my head. With the plant's vote, Squirtle/Richter could vote with Captain for an outright majority. And it seemed we'd be able to talk Falco around either in the time remaining or after the fact if necessary. So this fledgling fantasy was suddenly possible, and I'd tiptoed far enough along it that I no longer wished to turn back. Captain staying suited my interests far more than Pyramythra staying, by a larger margin than it did anyone else's, so if it could happen, I was going to make sure that it did.
Disaster, Part I
It's hard to get a sense of realtime here but it definitely all happened in less time that it takes to write up this recounting of events. Every time I clicked send there were multiple new messages, the fourway alliance groupchat was running as well as all the oneonones plus a new threeway chat between Falco/Richter/Squirlte (which frankly made me think all the chaos would be worthwhile no matter what, to set a structure with both my closest allies together, for as long as it lasted) and it was all an adreneline shot in the morning unlike any I've had in years. Slowly (relatively to the tiny timeframe, anyway) it became clear that the numbers were there. Richter and I agreed to just do it and it seemed Falco was at least not actively resisting.
I switched my vote and felt a moment of triumph... then saw a message from Richter saying his vote change post had been logged a few seconds later due to internet issues. Part of me wondered whether this was a blatant lie, but didn't panic - we still had four others.
Then Falco mentions he's about to change his vote and it dawns on Richter and I that he thought the deadline was 8 rather than ten minutes to. Or again, he was faking it to avoid making a last-minute vote switch... but again I didn't really mind because I knew that we'd have a tie, and a revote. Where the priority level of getting our newly minted three on the same page was far higher than any qualms about who the boot ended up being. And both had at least pretended to be on board for keeping the Captain.
Somewhere around this point I finally had a chance to message some version of DON'T PANIC to the Captain, who had been quietly steweing all this time noting something was afoot, but unknowing that nobody involved had the time to spare it would require to show him any version of the truth. I was still fully confident we'd have this. So much so that I squandered the first half of the ten minute revote time with gifs and witty remarks, even apologising to pyramythra, just assuming (in hindsight) that all the votes would now surely switch onto pyramythra. I'm looking over the records now and still think it was a reasonable assumption, as Richter and I confirmed multiple times that we'd both vote for pyramythra. I was nervous that every refresh still didn't bring a message from Falco, but figured that just Richter flipping his vote (or re-flipping, if he truly did try and fail by seconds the first time) would be enough to avert rocks. But then:
Disaster, Part II
As the deadline passes, Richter messages me to say he got spooked by Falcon's post. Which I then had to go look for and feel my empty stomach drop out from under me. I'd been refreshing messages for the last few minutes, tuning out the meeting thread where both tied parties were campaigning pointlessly (as I saw it, expecting the deciding votes to convene in the messages). And Falco - he claims due to internet issues from work - posted a whole 63 seconds before the deadline saying he'd stick by his vote for captain. It's not surprising that he preferred that, but shocked me that he'd only make that clear both in public and so late.
(Now in hindsight I can locate the message Falco sent to the threechat early in the ten minute revote time saying 'he', which in the excitement I'd somehow honestly not read as an explicit call for revotes on the Captain (I don't think I even registered until yesterday the Myra/Mythra are females). But if Richter read that properly and then continued to confirm he and I both voting Pyramythra, why did he possibly think it was a good idea to vote for the captain again anyway, knowing it would be creating a tie unless I got just as spooked in just as short an interval and reacted just as rashly by switching to Pyramyrhra in defiance of our confirmations, and expecting him to do likewise. Spooked is right. Ugh!) (You can tell I've crossed into rant territory when my parentheses get so long I need to make them a new paragraph squitlewhoooooooops!)
Anyhow now we have rocks. In the short time between the second deadline and that reveal there's no sinking feeling, just maniacal laughter. If the plant is even online to watch the fallout they're giggling excitedly - in gifform only. The hosts are either pumped full of excitement or struggling to stay on top of deadlock procedures but probably both. And yet the three players - the three allies - drawing rocks not for unresolvable viewpoints but sheer miscommunication - we're all so far beyond horror at this point, simply revelling in the comedy of the situation which is eminently apparent even to pyramythra.
Part of me is hoping to draw the odd rock and escape all this madness. I'd back myself for many of the challenges and would have friends selecting the duel, and would only need to get second, and I'd considered that this stage of the game might be a good time to get that scratch against my threat level if I needed to go into the ring at some point to have a chance of avoiding it in the endgame. And rocks would be a perfect way to go there, with nobody able to firmly say I was voted out to get there. Plus I'm feeling mighty responsible for the whole ordeal (see: all of the above), as I hadn't yet quite pieced together the extent of stupidity on display from all other revoting parties (except the plant who probably just went to sleep IDK).
If Falco drew the rock, I'd still be sitting comfortably with Richter/Captain having my back at least, possibly the plant too if it has enough sentience for gratitude, and Pyramythra's revenge would need to be set aside for a time. And while Richter felt he deserved the odd rock, for last-second screwups causing both ties, I knew that would be the worst-case scenario, leaving me with an indignant Falcon and no good defense for all the meddling which anyone would feel compelled to swallow for the sake of their own games. So of course that's what happened.
Disaster, Part III
Is this. Is now. what the hell is a turtle to do after all of that? It took writing it out six plus hours later to fully comprehend. But the messages are still flying, and Richter is still in the mix because Ringpeople get to message too, plust new Ringpeople wanting to know about how the tribe is split when really it's not and everyone has questions for everyone and different versions of events and who blames whom and who wants whom now and if anything the stress is greater without a sudden deadline looming and what the living hell have I been refreshing to all day rather then just getting to play a peaceful challenge? Which - because of course - Richter apparently ran up a forever time on by joining the challenge group without understanding what the would mean. And - because don't think I've forgotten that other absurdity of the night - it all comes down to fucking MARIO's incompetence level because he went and got himself thirdboot as well as firstboot and secondboot and now from the same team twice to boo, and now the fate of my closest ally comes down to whether THIS GUY can possbily please oh pretty squirtle please somehow flunk it harder.
*Deepbreaths*
*ducksbackintosquirtleselfshell*
Anyhow yetisbe plentymuch needbesquirtlespeak of whatcamenext. And ofwhat comenext. But now isbe safesaying Squirtle ratherfried ifputmildley anad gobetaking squirtletimeout.
P.S. BUT summary because I can't not confessional: Looks like we're all still going to vote for the plant finally, because at least that bidding thing half-worked. Oh, right - there was also a subplot where everyone agreed the plant needed to be stripped of the immunity sandbag and that it would be funny to make whoever we were voting out waste all their high attack cards to take it away from both the plant and the team. Clearly wasn't my primary focus amidst all this
Is realquestion. Notjust heading. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat. Whatthe what whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? Tiedvote! Tiedrevote! ROCKDRAW! NOTATDRILL!
Squirtle start at beginning. Yesbe essay. Yesbe ranting. Absurdabsurdabsurd thisbe happened. Also hilarious. But also absurdabsurd whaaaaaaaat!?
Also. Going to switch back from squirtlespeak in honour of Sandbag's request. Not because it's any easier, if anything switching back and forth is getting harder and harder and I've been frantically messaging in every free second all day so far. But if it makes it easier to read then I can be respectful. Might even make it easier for me to read back when I need to also.
Obvious disclaimer first off that this is all my perspective. Quite probably riddled with holes in knowledge and in logic, but hey that's what you come here to read and any accidental squirtlesense is purely coincidental. So here goes:
Last Night (which is Australian morning. But semms to be late at night for most of whatwasonece blueteamfreind arghstopsquirtlestop!):
My last update was when things started getting tense. Basically I was focused on decision point one: if we get a newcomer from the duel, will we vote them out rightaway? Or at least that's how I saw it. One reason I was pushing for yes was because I knew the default answer for decision two (which original blueteamfriend goes home instad) was not to my liking. We all stayed up far later than we should have negotiating and it seemed kind of a deadlock at least to Squirtle. Pyramythra was itching to vote for Captain, Richter was tempted by the chaos potential but unsure, Falco was clearly leaning toward a Captain vote but trying to placate both sides. Most of my work went into speaking with Richter, as we had the most to lose if Captain were voted out - there was every change he'd spill that we were in an alliance of three, painting targets on us both for the whole game as the betrayers who were able to play the middle of the tirbe. More importantly, he'd likely tip off Phyramythra/Falco to the fact that we'd committed to a threesome. And it's particularly worse for me than Richter if this gets out, because I'm supposed to be rideordie tellallsquirtlesecrets with Falco, and I hadn't looped him in.
I think I mangaged to talk Richter down off the ledge from making the move unnecessarily, with the reasoning in my last confessional about not seeing how it was possibly worth all we'd lose just to gain unwantedable Mario. Falco was implying he'd vote with me if I was insisting, but I went to bet expecting to be overruled but okay with that - it wouldn't be an irrecoverable loss for Squirtle, there'd be some favour gained in conceding to what my allies preferred, and when Captain went on a rampage I'd be able to honestly say - with others backing me up - that I'd tried to save him but couldn't get he numbers.
But then morning comes (night, whatever, next scramblingtime)... and we have no new tribe member. I honestly have no idea what Mario was thinking? Did my squirtleshtick fun of calling out his racist bullying tendencies and rubbing it in his face make him think he'd be less welcome on blue then back on a tribe who had already voted him out ahead of a borderline-inactive? I'd heard through Richter in the spectatorstands and some backchat from Mario/Marth to other blueteam allies that Mario had been promised big blindsides coming from both green and red. But even thirdhand those rumours sounded like obviously what of course red and green would be saying to him, out of fear for not gaining a new member to boost their numbers when blue was so clearly the right move. (Yes I'm aware that I'm saying this knowing full well that I wanted to vote him out straight away, shutup! But surely it wasn't as much of a given on blue as it was for red. And in any case bullymanmario picked the wrong potential big move, as it seems Wario was indeed blindsided.) Anyhow I suppose the lesson is to be more active in courting ring returnees even if it takes outright bullshitting? I'm dropping my barriers to bigactualsquirtlespeak entry for the current batch and will try but ugh it's frustrating that Mario's error and Isabella's inactivity, on top of Pyramythra underbidding for safety so that teethplant could steal it: all these unforced errors set up this perfect storm of circumstance.
Today (Tonight) (Not channel 7, promise, but just as needlessly dramatic):
Saw the news of no returnee, got annoyed that a Falcon boot was inevitable and that I'd wasted sleep arguing a hypothetical. Because it seems so straightforward that this would surely simplify things, right? Decision one was made for us, decision two would come down to the alliance of four, and half of them had no reason to vote anyone but the Captain. I tried to at least go through the motions with Richter of weighing up pros/cons of Captain and Pyramythra (by then it was clearly between the two, both having argued the same things as reasons to take out the other ahead of a Mario/Isabella the night before) more to set my mind at ease that I had in fact tried it all. And then with some 10-15 minutes left until the deadline, two big things happened almost at once.
First, Richter bit. Not sure whether it was just playing into the hypothetical or true cold feet, but he was feeding into my arguments for keeping the Captain. And I guess I was frustrated about he lack of duelist as boot fodder (yes, stop reminding me) and Pyramythra's attitude all round: they'd made the error with the bidding that cut off our options, and also pretty much stopped speaking to me at all one-on-one since making the group chat which I already felt like the fifth wheel of when it was just an alliance idea. And suddenly saving the Captain and losing Pyramythra sounded reasonable, at least for a last-minute split-second decision.
Second, the bloody plant. After infuriating everyone all round long in multiple (hilariously) awful ways, he'd been completely discounted as a factor at all by all. I'd heard that last round somebody just dropped him the name and that's how he knew to vote Marth and figured I might as well do the same, but when he asked (pictographically of course) who to vote fore I didn't want to give the game away too soon - for all I know if I'd said Captain Falcon he'd have immediately tried to communicate this to said Captain and blow up my spot sooner than necessary - so I told him (honestly) that I though the two people getting votes were Pyramythra and Captain. Not sure who else was talking to him, but I didn't expect to exchange messages again. So was squirtleshocked! when he sent me back a picture of pyramythra.
And suddenly the numbers began to shift in my head. With the plant's vote, Squirtle/Richter could vote with Captain for an outright majority. And it seemed we'd be able to talk Falco around either in the time remaining or after the fact if necessary. So this fledgling fantasy was suddenly possible, and I'd tiptoed far enough along it that I no longer wished to turn back. Captain staying suited my interests far more than Pyramythra staying, by a larger margin than it did anyone else's, so if it could happen, I was going to make sure that it did.
Disaster, Part I
It's hard to get a sense of realtime here but it definitely all happened in less time that it takes to write up this recounting of events. Every time I clicked send there were multiple new messages, the fourway alliance groupchat was running as well as all the oneonones plus a new threeway chat between Falco/Richter/Squirlte (which frankly made me think all the chaos would be worthwhile no matter what, to set a structure with both my closest allies together, for as long as it lasted) and it was all an adreneline shot in the morning unlike any I've had in years. Slowly (relatively to the tiny timeframe, anyway) it became clear that the numbers were there. Richter and I agreed to just do it and it seemed Falco was at least not actively resisting.
I switched my vote and felt a moment of triumph... then saw a message from Richter saying his vote change post had been logged a few seconds later due to internet issues. Part of me wondered whether this was a blatant lie, but didn't panic - we still had four others.
Then Falco mentions he's about to change his vote and it dawns on Richter and I that he thought the deadline was 8 rather than ten minutes to. Or again, he was faking it to avoid making a last-minute vote switch... but again I didn't really mind because I knew that we'd have a tie, and a revote. Where the priority level of getting our newly minted three on the same page was far higher than any qualms about who the boot ended up being. And both had at least pretended to be on board for keeping the Captain.
Somewhere around this point I finally had a chance to message some version of DON'T PANIC to the Captain, who had been quietly steweing all this time noting something was afoot, but unknowing that nobody involved had the time to spare it would require to show him any version of the truth. I was still fully confident we'd have this. So much so that I squandered the first half of the ten minute revote time with gifs and witty remarks, even apologising to pyramythra, just assuming (in hindsight) that all the votes would now surely switch onto pyramythra. I'm looking over the records now and still think it was a reasonable assumption, as Richter and I confirmed multiple times that we'd both vote for pyramythra. I was nervous that every refresh still didn't bring a message from Falco, but figured that just Richter flipping his vote (or re-flipping, if he truly did try and fail by seconds the first time) would be enough to avert rocks. But then:
Disaster, Part II
As the deadline passes, Richter messages me to say he got spooked by Falcon's post. Which I then had to go look for and feel my empty stomach drop out from under me. I'd been refreshing messages for the last few minutes, tuning out the meeting thread where both tied parties were campaigning pointlessly (as I saw it, expecting the deciding votes to convene in the messages). And Falco - he claims due to internet issues from work - posted a whole 63 seconds before the deadline saying he'd stick by his vote for captain. It's not surprising that he preferred that, but shocked me that he'd only make that clear both in public and so late.
(Now in hindsight I can locate the message Falco sent to the threechat early in the ten minute revote time saying 'he', which in the excitement I'd somehow honestly not read as an explicit call for revotes on the Captain (I don't think I even registered until yesterday the Myra/Mythra are females). But if Richter read that properly and then continued to confirm he and I both voting Pyramythra, why did he possibly think it was a good idea to vote for the captain again anyway, knowing it would be creating a tie unless I got just as spooked in just as short an interval and reacted just as rashly by switching to Pyramyrhra in defiance of our confirmations, and expecting him to do likewise. Spooked is right. Ugh!) (You can tell I've crossed into rant territory when my parentheses get so long I need to make them a new paragraph squitlewhoooooooops!)
Anyhow now we have rocks. In the short time between the second deadline and that reveal there's no sinking feeling, just maniacal laughter. If the plant is even online to watch the fallout they're giggling excitedly - in gifform only. The hosts are either pumped full of excitement or struggling to stay on top of deadlock procedures but probably both. And yet the three players - the three allies - drawing rocks not for unresolvable viewpoints but sheer miscommunication - we're all so far beyond horror at this point, simply revelling in the comedy of the situation which is eminently apparent even to pyramythra.
Part of me is hoping to draw the odd rock and escape all this madness. I'd back myself for many of the challenges and would have friends selecting the duel, and would only need to get second, and I'd considered that this stage of the game might be a good time to get that scratch against my threat level if I needed to go into the ring at some point to have a chance of avoiding it in the endgame. And rocks would be a perfect way to go there, with nobody able to firmly say I was voted out to get there. Plus I'm feeling mighty responsible for the whole ordeal (see: all of the above), as I hadn't yet quite pieced together the extent of stupidity on display from all other revoting parties (except the plant who probably just went to sleep IDK).
If Falco drew the rock, I'd still be sitting comfortably with Richter/Captain having my back at least, possibly the plant too if it has enough sentience for gratitude, and Pyramythra's revenge would need to be set aside for a time. And while Richter felt he deserved the odd rock, for last-second screwups causing both ties, I knew that would be the worst-case scenario, leaving me with an indignant Falcon and no good defense for all the meddling which anyone would feel compelled to swallow for the sake of their own games. So of course that's what happened.
Disaster, Part III
Is this. Is now. what the hell is a turtle to do after all of that? It took writing it out six plus hours later to fully comprehend. But the messages are still flying, and Richter is still in the mix because Ringpeople get to message too, plust new Ringpeople wanting to know about how the tribe is split when really it's not and everyone has questions for everyone and different versions of events and who blames whom and who wants whom now and if anything the stress is greater without a sudden deadline looming and what the living hell have I been refreshing to all day rather then just getting to play a peaceful challenge? Which - because of course - Richter apparently ran up a forever time on by joining the challenge group without understanding what the would mean. And - because don't think I've forgotten that other absurdity of the night - it all comes down to fucking MARIO's incompetence level because he went and got himself thirdboot as well as firstboot and secondboot and now from the same team twice to boo, and now the fate of my closest ally comes down to whether THIS GUY can possbily please oh pretty squirtle please somehow flunk it harder.
*Deepbreaths*
*ducksbackintosquirtleselfshell*
Anyhow yetisbe plentymuch needbesquirtlespeak of whatcamenext. And ofwhat comenext. But now isbe safesaying Squirtle ratherfried ifputmildley anad gobetaking squirtletimeout.
P.S. BUT summary because I can't not confessional: Looks like we're all still going to vote for the plant finally, because at least that bidding thing half-worked. Oh, right - there was also a subplot where everyone agreed the plant needed to be stripped of the immunity sandbag and that it would be funny to make whoever we were voting out waste all their high attack cards to take it away from both the plant and the team. Clearly wasn't my primary focus amidst all this