She stepped into the stream, getting as clean as could be. And now, drying herself off and wrapping just her cloak around her washed body, she went back to the cottage, where she gave You an extra meal, stroked her head, and climbed the squeaking staircase to her bedroom, humming an old dirge as she went.

Then Esmerelda Weatherwax brushed out her long gray hair and repinned it into its usual bun with an army of pins, and dressed again, this time choosing her best witch's dress and least-mended pair of drawers. She paused to open the little wooden window to the soft evening air and carefully placed two pennies on the small bedside table, beside her pointy witch's hat festooned with unused hatpins.

The last thing she did before she lay down was to pick up a familiar card she had written on earlier.
And a little later, when the cat jumped up onto the bed, it appeared to You that something strange was happening. She heard an owl hoot, and a fox barked in the darkness.

And there was just the cat, You. All alone.
But if cats could smile, this one did.

It was a strange night; the owls hooted almost nonstop, and the wind outside for some reason made the wicks of the candles inside wobble with a vengeance and then blow out; but Granny Weatherwax was dressed in her best and ready for anything.

And now in the deep warm darkness, as dawn began to stealthily steal the night, her soul had a visitor, an individual with a scythe- a scythe with a blade so shadow-thin that it could separate a soul from a body.
Then the darkness spoke.

ESMERELDA WEATHERWAX, YOU KNOW WHO COMES, AND MAY I SAY IT'S A PRIVILEGE TO DEAL WITH YOU.
"I know it is you, Mr. Death. After all, we witches always knows what's coming," said Granny, looking down at her body on the bed.

Her visitor was no stranger, and the land she knew she was going to was a land she had helped many others to step through to over the years. For a witch stands on the very edge of everything between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed. Sometimes they need to help some poor soul through the final hours, help them to find the door, not to get lost in the dark.
And Granny Weatherwax had been a witch for a long, long time.

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In the early morning light, in a village pond near Slice, bubbles came to the surface, followed by Miss Tick, witchfinder. There was no one there to observe this remarkable occurrence, apart from her mule, Joseph, grazing steadily on the riverbank. Of course, she told herself sadly as she picked up her towel, they all leave me alone these days.

Sh sighed. It was such a shame when old customs disappeared. A good witch-ducking was something she had liked doing in the bad old days-- she had even trained for it. All those swimming lessons, and practice with knots at the Quirm College for Young Ladies. She had been able to defeat the mobs under water if necessary. Or at least work at breaking her own record for untying the simple knots they all thought worked on the nasty witch.

Now, a bit of pond-dipping had become more like a hobby, and she had a nasty feeling that others were copying her after she passed through their villages. She'd even heard talk of a swimming club being started in one small hamlet over by Hma-on-Rye.^

^(A popular idea among the young lads, since they felt that everyone-and "everyone" definitely included the young ladies-should swim without their clothes.)

Miss Tick picked up her towel to dry herself off and went back to her small caravan, gave Joseph his breakfast nose bag, and put the kettle on. She settled down under the trees to have her snack-bread and dripping, a thank-you the day before from a farmer's wife for an afternoon's knowledge of reading. Miss Tick had smiled as she left because the eyes of the rather elderly woman had been sparkling-- "Now," she had said, "I can see what's in those letters Alfred gets, especially the ones that smell of lavender." Miss Tick wondered if it might be a good idea to get moving soon. Before Alfred got another letter anyway.

Her stomach filled, ready for the day ahead, she sensed an uneasiness in the air, so there was nothing for it but to make a shamble.

A shamble is a witch's aid to inner concentration and always has to be made right there and then, when needed, to catch the moment. It could be made of pretty much anything, but had to include something alive. An egg would do, though most witches prefer to save the egg for dinner, in case it exploded on them. Miss Tick dug in her pockets. A woodlouse, a dirty handkerchief, an old sock, an ancient horse chestnut, a stone with a hole in it, and a Toadstool that Miss Tick couldn't quite identify and so couldn't risk eating. She expertly strung them all together with a bit of string and a spare length of knicker elastic.

Then she pulled8 at the threads. But there was* something wrong. With a twang that reverberated around the clearing, the tangle of objects threw itself into the air and spun, twisting and turning.

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Just across the woods from Granny Weatherwax's cottage, Nanny Ogg nearly dropped a flagon of her best homemade cider on her cat, Greebo. She kept her flagons of cider in the shady spring by her cottage. The tomcat considered a growl, but after one look at his mistress he tried to be a good boy, for the normally cheerful face of Nanny Ogg was like thunder this morning.
And he heard her mutter, "It should have been me."

In Genua, on a royal visit with her husband Verence, Queen Magrat of Lancre, former witch, discovered that even though she might think she had retired from magic, magic had not retired from her. She shuddered as the shock wave was carried across the world like a tsunami, an intimation that things were going to be... otherwise.

In Boffo's Novelty and Joke Emporium in Ankh-Morpork, all the whoopee cushions trumpeted in a doleful harmony; while over in Quirm, Agness Nitt, both witch and singer, woke with a sinking feeling known to many that she might have made a fool of herself at the previous evening's first-night party.^ It certainly still seemed to be going on behind her eyeballs. Then she suddenly heard her inner Perdita wail...

^(Though Agnes does have the very handy excuse that if she behaves badly, it might not be Anges doing the Devil-Among-The-Pictsies dance on the table, but her other personality, Perdita, who is much more outgoing and, incidentally, a lot thinner.)

Over in the great city of Ankh-Morpork, at Unseen University, Ponder Stibbons had just finished a lengthy breakfast when he entered the basement of the High Energy Magic Building. He stopped and gaped in amazement. In front of him, Hex was calculating at a speed that Ponder had never seen before. And he hadn't even entered a question yet! Or pulled the Great Big Lever. The ant tubes that the ants crawled through to make their calculations were blurred with their motion. Was that.... was that an ant crash by the cogwheel?

Ponder tapped a question into Hex: What do you know that I don't? Please, Hex.
There was a scuffling in the anthills and the answer spat out: Practically everything.

Ponder rephrased his question more carefully with the requisite number of IF and BEFORE clauses. It was wordy and complicated, a huge ask for a wizard with only one meal in him, and no one else would have understood what Ponder even meant, but after a big hiccup of ants, Hex shot out: We are dealing with the death of Granny Weatherwax.
And then Ponder went to see the Archchancellor, Mustrum Ridcully, who would definitely want to hear this news....

In the Oblong Office of the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, Lord Vetinari watched as his Times crossword filled itself in....

High above the Ramtops, in the monastery of Oi Dong, the Abbot of the History Monks licked his mystic pencil and made a note of it....

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>>44076
Hey it's... you...

>>43883
>>43884
>>43886
I can't believe I missed out on this while at basic...

I may be too late, but here's hoping you take a look at this someday man. (And remember me, of course!)

We go way back, huh? All the way back to the old days of TR... Me and Ken always wonder if we're what killed it, you know. I mean it doesn't look like it right off maybe, but us joining seemed to spark the downward spiral that eventually caused the collapse. I half think it was our stupid decision of being soul reapers of all things...

Anyways, just wanted to make sure you knew I never hated you. Hell, I barely ever hate anyone. It's a really strong word in my opinion, and only one single person is on that list. In fact, I should probably apologize to you for some of the shit I did in the past. I was a dumb kid, that's really all I can say.

Hell, I remember the good times way more than the bad anyways, and I was around for a lot of both. Remember when we played minecraft way back in the day? We even talked on skype! I remember Blue having a fun accent, but I can't remember if you did too, or if that was just Jamen... Damn, Herocraft was a really shitty server too. I still talk with a few of Tobi's friends I met there, believe it or not.

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>>44078
Bunz!!! I do miss you as well, you were always one of the people here I felt closest to. I really enjoyed our sessions, you were always fun to roleplay with. I hope you kept writing and kept that dream alive, you always had so much potential there.

Coming back is not something on my radar. The only thing I would do it for would be to post again, but there isn't a terribly high drive to do so again, the costs of returning don't outweigh that one desire, and most of all I wouldn't have the time anyways (it really is quite time consuming and you need to be extremely flexible). There isn't a place quite like this one for posting, though. Not that I've found, anyways. I hope the community here realizes just how special and wonderful this board is.

I still frequently think when I watch something on how fun it would post as a certain character. How fun it would be to have someone interact with some other similar (or different) character from a different Universe, how I'd go about their desires and how they might develop, some fun ideas for original characters... At first, I really resented that feeling, trying to erase this place from my mind, but now I hope those thoughts never leave.

Thank you for the best wishes, Bunz. I wish the same to you! I'll always consider you an amazing friend. Ahahahaha, perhaps Yurippe had to leave, but maybe there's something she left that never quite leaves. (I watch too much anime.)

>>44087
Hey Science Team!! Hope all is well over here on this board. My reply to Alex will cover a lot of the old /tr/ocket stuff, if you'd like to look there as well.

>>44137
Varnock!!! I saw your post and had to drop everything I was doing to reply to it. Thinking back to those days made me burst out laughing, actually. They were fun, silly days.

Of course I remember you!! Those days were fun, everyone always reporting in to whatever thread. I remember all our IRC shenanigans. Tobi's logs! Gengar! Do you remember Giselle??? Giovanni!! Doctor Wily!! Ahahahaha, how about DIAMOND SILVER!! Oh man, I still think screencaps of those circulate /tr/, it was so cringe. (In my defense I just wanted to get rid of that whole plot somehow, but it doesn't change that it was the stupidest thing I've ever roleplayed.) Silver's Bizarro Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable. I'm laughing so hard just at the memory.

I don't think you guys killed it, the entire thing was just doomed from the start, it's just the nature of the way the whole thing was. But that's okay, it was a very fun ride. And I wouldn't beat yourself up over anything, I remember you and Kenpachi very fondly. We joked that their posting was bad, but it was just part of the fun, they never minded it and it was all a part of the 4chan chaos.

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>>44170

Every time you pull one of these disappearing acts, you come back a different person. Or so it seems, anyway. Usually a little happier/more stable each time, so hey, guess it isn't all bad. This makes time 3 or 4?

The rest of the old crew still think about you from time to time, you may be surprised to know. It has certainly been a hell of a ride from points A to B, and has yet to truly stop despite slowing. Only reason I'm crawling out of the wood work here is because it's you, in fact. Good to hear you finally have your legs underneath you in some capacity. The last time we spoke you were pretty eager to unload a lot of negativity onto me, so I was curious what ended up to become of you and if you'd ever show up anywhere again. I have a pretty good memory so I remember all of it, not sure if you do. Weird note to leave on regardless

>>44137

All of you lot need to stop cringing about the olden days. It was fun and that's ultimately what matters. Learn from the hindsight, but don't let it ruin good memories. Goes for everyone affiliated. IRL killed TR more than what anyone chose to play. Some bad plot decisions didn't help, but it definitely wasn't you guys that drove in the nails.

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>>44177
Holt!!! Oh my god hi!!! Sorry I caught this late, I don't exactly check this frequently. It's so nice to hear from you!!! How are you??? How is everything??? I remember when you joined, actually, you just started posting one day and there you were! Looking back it was impressive, since the whole thing was fast paced and such. Glad to see you're doing well!!

Thank you so much for the kind words!! I don't remember our last interaction, sorry about that. Both for my memory and that negativity. Of course, with the /tr/ocket crew, it's never a last interaction, is it? It's funny to hear that this is my 3rd or 4th time pulling a "disappearing act". I do that often, don't I? It think it fits well with the watering hole theme that Jett had mentioned. And I'm glad that each time I return, you see improvement!! I think previous times I would be quick to say "This is the last time! I fixed it now, all's good! These are my new values and they're the right values!", but now, I think the most important development is that it's okay for me to always continue growing, and as such leaving and coming back with improvement is not a bad thing in the slightest. I take pride in the fact that this version of me isn't complete and that there's a lot of room to grow, as long as I don't stop trying. The irony is that this mentality has potential to remove prospects of pulling these sorts of disappearing acts altogether, so by thinking "Actually, it's okay to leave", it might actually remove any necessity for leaving. So perhaps not much has actually changed? Ahahahahahaha~

You mentioned "the rest of the old crew"... How is the old crew still holding up? Is it holding up at all...? You don't still post, do you? How did you hear that I was posting here? I'm confused about that. I think I'd like to stop by /tr/ocket sometime to say hi, if you guys still keep in contact in any way. I was surprised to see people come out of the wood works from there at all, really. You said I'd know where to find you, but I really don't... I wish I did because then I'd feel like some anime character who can just like, find contacts they need, but the most I can do is retrace steps and play around with google and it's easier to just ask, ahahahahaha. In any case, while writing this post, I found a bunch of old stuff from when we used to RP, I'd love to just, I don't know, reminisce with you guys sometime. Or catch up. I definitely miss you guys.

>>44269

> but the most I can do is retrace steps

That's all you need to do, the irc is still up at the same old address. I guess it came out a little more obtuse than I hoped, but yeah, same-old-same-old. Simple enough, right? Some of us still hang around there. Zegen, Sci, sometimes-Geng, myself, and a few others lurk there. Alex doesn't usually, but he's on the Skype for this place if memory serves. A narrower cast than it used to be, but you know how it goes. This should also answer your question of how word of you kicking around ended up to spread, someone who does still post mentioned it. As for me, I mostly got out of RP'ing as you noticed.

Kind of makes me feel old, how long ago was it that the board was /tr/ instead of /vp/? Old and nostalgic. There's nothing quite like that, and probably never will be again.

> I remember when you joined, actually, you just started posting one day and there you were!

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This is apparently his aroused face

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>>43957
Semi-approve.
>>43958
>>43959
>>43960

>No

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>>43978
No.

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>>39874
pay fourth senator more than 1/3 and second man more than 25%
that will make maximum availability for Consul =
less than 1-(.25+(1/3))= less than .416667 of total= 4166.66666666666666666666666 Square miles

Thank you

>>39875
actuall, for the second man, anything more than 20% should do.
So now our Consul gets anything less than 1-((1/3)+0.2)*10000= anything less than 4666.66666666666 square miles

the consul will retain all 10,000 as they vote during session as the greatest fear is disobedience to the empire. if it were not divided evenly as ordered, they would all be stripped of power and protection. as no single body can be equal to the emperor's, the senators agree that each will build a house the one plot.

as each senator votes, they must vote no either way for any proposal every time. each time, another consul is made and the old one retires with a house to be built later.

Senator 1: 0
Senator 2: 300
Senator 3: 100
Senator 4: 0
Senator 5(Consul): 9600

And unless this ever gets revisited, I'm not explaining squat :U

>>41144
Ah, good, you got something similar to me~

The senators are rational and scheming, intelligent men who can think ahead to how this situation will go if they allow the first few consuls to be retired. If they're made an offer that's better than the next consul in line will give them, they will take it. They won't just sit by like morons and let it get all the way to the 5th consul who would just take everything. Keep in mind as well, that if you don't get a majority vote, you lose both your senate seat and any chances of getting land. You're basically voted out of the system. Also, 50/50 is not enough to win. There must be an odd number of senators to have any chance at all.

Even the third consul is too far, because he's in a position to be super greedy and probably still win.

What we're asking here is what the very first senator to be made consul can propose that will assure him a victory. What's the maximum amount of land he can propose for himself and not be voted down? My logic is as follows:

Let's say you lose. Here's what will happen if each successive Senator becomes the Consul:

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>>36062
https://youtu.be/MirQ4C29HAE

Dunno if serious poster if not, but in case you are the answer to your questions is that this is a site for a small, if closeknit, group of people.

Most of the boards don't see much activity since they are mostly secondary in nature, most communication is done on Skype and the primary purpose of this site is for roleplaying on the /rp/ board.

Well considering AuA -hasn't- been dead since 2011, I'm not sure I wanna take this seriously.

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testing tesing

This chan is from which country?

>>43783
The Shivering Isles

also testing

Fhshsgf

I'm missing some pages. This bugs me. But I'll post the ones I have. This is a really cool scene from the comics. I'm redownloading Vicious Cycle right now so I can recap them.

you're late to the party
this image has been floating around for quite a while now