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JON SNOW takes big betting lead at BOVADO on who will rule Westeros(and win The Game of Thrones) over BRAN and the field

Jon's odds to win the Game of Thrones has been getting better and better--here's the latest odds at Bovado:
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Jon +125
Bran +450
Dany +550
Sansa +650
Tyrion +850
Baby +1500
Arya +1600
Cersei +2500
Littlefinger +2500
Sam +2500
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(SPOILER EXTENDED) Who wants to play "Lord of the Crossing"?

Jaime knew that the enmity between Edwyn and Black Walder ran deep, but cared not a fig which of them succeeded their great-grandfather as Lord of the Crossing. Jaime VII, aFfC
Let's, well, go the opposite direction now, and try to take our bets on what the future holds for House Frey, presently the main political power in the lands of the Trident. Which players are going to emerge, and which are going to be knocked in the water?
A few rules of the game (that is, rules of thumb I'm going to use on my own take, nothing exempt from discussion of course):
Lord Walder Frey may not die in the Winds prologue, but he won't live for long. I'd argue that, with the Red Wedding, Walder Frey has outlived his narrative purpose. As seen with similar situations like Maester Aemon and Hoster Tully, the "long overdue" death comes as soon as the narrative is ripe for it. In this case, with all the other political actors ready for an actual match of "Lord of the Crossing", the story needs the current Lord Frey to be cast aside. As of now, the clear heir would be Edwyn, but I'm sure things will spice up a bit. I won't stop and introduce every name I mention, so I'll just point the interested to the wiki family tree.
Then, while I'll touch later on the question of female Frey rights, I expect, generally speaking, that only adult male trueborn Freys will be able to present themselves as figureheads or lead a faction; in troubling times (and they're going to be), there's no real place for a kid ruler without, at least, an official acting Lord, and I don't expect anyone named Haigh or Vypren to be anything other than supporters.
Also, I'm trying to take into account the relevance all these people and dynamics have in the story, because, even though I spent way too much time on the Frey family tree, it doesn't mean more casual readers shouldn't be allowed to recognize and appreciate the setup behind events, on reread at least. Which means I'm considering "this scenario works because it wouldn't occupy too many pages to explain to readers" or "this guy is a non-character in the story, so he's not likely to be relevant later" to be actual factors in my reasoning. It also means that, personally, I have little patience for theories based on the appendix like the knights of the Vale seizing the Twins. On the other hand, I think there's still some dramatic potential to be found at the Twins, as well as some thematic points GRRM could want to make about family, honor, trust and so on.
I can't claim I really addressed the POV aspect (which events we're going to see on page, which are going to be told, by who, through which POV) but every consideration would be most welcome.
Ok, my turn to play now, so let's make our way up the Frey social ladder, from those born on the wrong side of the blanket all the way to the top of the chain.

Bastards of House Frey

Among the Rivers of the Crossing, the only relevant figure is Bastard Walder, while the others would simply lend their support to him or other players; I'd point out that, as we'll see throughout the post, most people, and bastards foremost among them, won't care much for a Emmon-like "I'm the rightful ruler" paper shield; personal charisma and prestige are going to be important to gain support.
Walder Rivers himself is likely the right hand of Lame Lothar, given their bad cop-good cop dynamic with Robb (a crucial conversation for their plan to work, and a crucial plan for the sake of the whole House) and his role in the Red Wedding. His presence at Edwyn's side during the siege of Riverrun (much less a partnership, much more the gruff uncle helping out his nephew) could suggest a plot of theirs to control the future succession crisis, playing on the rivalry between the two men closest to the lordship. Since I think Lame Lothar is the perfect man to order the assassination of Lord Walder Frey, I consider Bastard Walder the main suspect for wielding the dagger (or the pillow, I guess); it's speculation, but I really like the idea of all the main architects of the Red Wedding to be killed by their own sons or close family, in a deliberate mock by the author where, after breaking a sacred custom, every one of these men is cast down because they can't see it coming as someone breaks another sacred custom, that against kinslaying (because yes, Ramsay murders Roose).

Lady Joyeuse Frey

Even without the huge competition there is, it would be unlikely for her to hold actual influence in the Twins after so little time, regardless of the pregnancy. In general, the misogyny we see at the Twins suggests that we're not going to witness a great display of agency by a Lady Frey (or a potential one, like Ryman's wife we know nothing about).
On the other hand, if there's one potential Lady Frey who, having spent many more years than Joyeuse there, could grow somewhat relevant, that is Janyce Hunter, Edwyn's wife; rumored to bed Black Walder, her husband's brother and foil, she could play a part in Edwyn's downfall after he moves against his brother. We could also see implied that Walda, Janyce's daughter, was fathered by Black Walder.

Farring Freys

They're too young, and not relevant in the succession, regardless of Elmar's status. Again, we have rumours about Black Walder being a potential father, but even if true, this time I can't see a scenario where it pays off.

Rosby Freys

In the story, the siblings suffer alienation from their family for being too loyal to House Stark (bar Benfrey, who was eager to help in the Red Wedding and already died from it). Thus, I expect their story to lie in another direction. Since for a bittersweet ending you need some sweet, I can easily buy a scenario where Edmure Tully claims back Riverrun; in this case, Roslin Frey becomes the endgame Lady Tully at his side, with her brothers Perwyn and Olyvar living with them. Roslin and her brothers may also be the ones who, at one point, inform the readers about what happened at the Twins until that point.

Blackwood Freys

This is where I say that, in my opinion, Lame Lothar and Big Walder are going to emerge as the two main players, both of them ruling the Twins as Lords of the Crossing at some point. In the North, after the Battle of Ice that I assume Stannis wins, Big Walder remains the last Frey on the battlefield as Hosteen dies, and is brought before Stannis Baratheon to decide whether he can be trusted. Executing a Frey has a political value that cannot be overstated, but I'd argue that there are a couple factors playing to Walder's benefit. Theon, for instance, could somewhat vouch for him, after noticing him as different from his malicious cousin throughout Dance; Big Walder could also reveal his murder of Little Walder, mayhaps confirmed by Theon as he puts the pieces together; and while these two would only work in private meetings, a public statement where he distances himself from his family regarding the Red Wedding could do the trick. After all, he was simply a kid thousands of leagues away, and publicly blaming his own family could sway the mob some. It would be a quite obvious, yet formidable for a young kid (and it wouldn't take too many page space to tell, which is great), ploy to escape the North's hatred for his House; these elements of low-profile brilliance seem the general direction his story is headed.
At the Twins, Lame Lothar sides with Edwyn upon becoming Lord, possibly after ordering Bastard Walder to murder their father as the Twins get news of Riverrun's massacre (I support the theory of a Brotherhood slaughter at Daven Lannister's wedding). He then poisons Edwyn (with some Aerys and Varys parallel to be found, I guess) against his brother and foil Black Walder, acting Lord of Seagard. The support and counsel of Lothar is basically necessary to the new Lord, as the most powerful figure to be had as ally (both established steward and head of the Blackwood Freys), and Edwyn falls for it. Once Black Walder is dead, however, Lame Lothar betrays him and casts him down, playing on the kinslaying to denounce him and seize power himself as (acting, at least) Lord of the Crossing.
I'll go into more detail later, but if uncles come before daughters, the vacuum left by the deaths of Ryman's sons allows Lothar to seize power in his own right, deal with those relatives who might pose a threat, and, since he has no sons, choose Big Walder as heir (once Jammos dies; since we barely hear of him in the story, I don't think he's going to be relevant, and his death allows for a smooth connection between Lothar and Big Walder).
If, instead, daughters come before uncles, at least by custom, Big Walder is betrothed by Edwyn to his daughter Walda, heir to the Twins, as Lothar's nephew and closest male relative after Jammos' death (as I said, the support of the steward would be crucial). Once dealt with Edwyn, Lothar makes use of this betrothal to secure Walda and rule as acting Lord in her and Big Walder's stead. In this case, the connection between the steward and his protege comes from Lothar ruling through Big Walder rather than Big Walder being Lothar's heir.
In both cases, Big Walder ends up as endgame Lord of the Crossing (and wouldn't he love the game, now that he can win even against bigger opponents). I have two main scenarios in mind, and both of them can work I think: if the Brotherhood is still operating by the time Lothar becomes ruler, the Twins are weakened by this domestic war, and fall to the raiders; the point about division causing doom would be apparent, and Big Walder, who could even be still away by this point, would be later granted the castles by an higher power (King Bran probably; in general, any resolution where Big Walder ends up on top needs to be seen in Bran's POV, both the one who knew him in Clash and the one who would grant or confirm the title).
In the other scenario, while the Freys quickly lose Riverrun and the rest, the Twins themselves survive the attacks, and Lothar gains power; once Big Walder gets home, he is granted the status of either Lothar's heir or Lord Frey through Walda, he proceeds to make sure he's going to be supported if Lame Lothar were to die, and eventually murders his uncle to get the lordship; this would pay off his story of little villain behind the scenes, while, as I said, the last of the main architects of the Red Wedding would get his kinslaying. I don't believe we would see this on page or have it confirmed, but the news of murder, the news of Big Walder becoming Lord, and the setup provided by Little Walder's death would be enough to imply it.

Crakehall Freys

They would be one of the most powerful factions at the Twins, if united behind Hosteen. At this point, though, they're greatly reduced in number, power and influence: Hosteen dies in the Northern campaign along with Symond, Fat Walda and Little Walder; most of the others, like Danwell, Hosteen's son Arwood, Ami and her mother are focusing on Darry, not really able to project much authority at the Twins themselves. The death of Lord Walder would probably make them come home again (which, as in other cases like Seagard, would nullify the influence of House Frey at Darry), but I think what Crakehall Freys remain would end up simply supporting other players.

Swann Freys

By this point, they're not a relevant faction in the succession, the only surviving members being a widow, a septon and some children.
Now, roughly speaking, I previously considered the offsprings of the various Lady Freys to form the various factions, as hinted in the Storm epilogue; in the case of Perra Royce, it's more likely that every sibling stands on his own (with their own children).

Perriane's offspring

The Haighs play a role in the Red Wedding, and seem well integrated in the Frey community; without the Frey name, though, they lack the legitimacy to do anything other than support other players.
Perriane herself is a daughter of Walder Frey, which allows me to touch on the rights of Frey women. In general, the Frey women do not seem to wield as much influence as elsewhere: even discounting the treatment and comments they get from the patriarch, the story lacks female Freys with actual agency, and what agency they do display, like sexual, is promptly condemned. This is why, in this take, there are no Frey women who play crucial roles. By the way, there is the real possibility that, at the Twins, women are excluded from inheritance outright, even in the absence of brothers, a misogyny only seen by the Iron Throne itself; the average rule of daughters before uncles is well established throughout Westeros, but there are at least a couple instances that suggest House Frey goes the opposite direction.

Aenys' offspring

With Aenys killed at Winterfell and the only surviving offspring being an outlaw and some children, they don't have the means to play a significant role, and those children may well be among those cast aside by a current ruler.

Emmon's offspring

Powerful in his own right, being Lord Walder's eldest living son and married to Genna Lannister, Emmon and his offspring could prove a barrier to Lame Lothar's rise. Nontheless, the entire branch is likely going to be destroyed by the Brotherhood, while attempting to cement their control of Riverrun. Since Emmon has only sons and grandsons, one other branch of House Frey, which the future bride of Daven Lannister belongs to, will be included in Stoneheart's slaughter. I say this because the marriage with House Lannister will be, on the surface, a huge step forward for the House, which means GRRM, if he takes the Red Wedding 2.0 route, has every possibility to sweep every problematic Frey out of the board (Jammos could be one, as the one standing between Big Walder and Lame Lothar, or Walton, as Stevron's last living son), with the prestige of the event as a fine motivation, while keeping the frail Lord Walder and other important figures safe at the Twins.
By the time of the Riverrun wedding, other Freys would have already fallen victim of various revenge plots, but this massacre seals the end for House Frey's ability to project power over the Riverlands; by this point and until endgame, the events at the Twins will be more private, intimate affairs, as the Freys will only manage to focus on their own internal conflicts, while freeing the rest of the Riverlanders for the next plotlines.

Stevron's later offspring

Among the families of Ryman's younger siblings, the only significant faction is Walton Frey and his children, him being the last surviving son of Stevron, his son Steffon being a man grown, and his daughter Fair Walda having potential narrative weight. Since his irrelevance in the story makes me think he won't play an important role, Walton himself may well be one of the victims of the "Lord of the Crossing" game, or he could simply bend and lend his support to others.

Ryman's offspring

The cold war between Edwyn and Black Walder rages on. Black Walder is now acting Lord of Seagard, a powerful position in his own right, and his brother fears for his own position as Lord Walder's heir; more and more paranoid, he looks for support in the steward Lame Lothar, the most powerful actor at the Twins by this point. As they get news of the slaughter at Riverrun, Lord Walder is mysteriously found dead, and Edwyn rises to lordship.
I can't really make my mind about the female question (the absolute male preference has some evidence through Merrett's POV and a couple remarks, but I find so weird for a noble House to play it different than everyone else, without at least a clear statement for readers), so I'll split up the two scenarios I believe likely in the two cases; since, in my opinion, both work, it could go either way (in both cases, Petyr Pimple's wife and daughter are either murdered or abandoned to their fate).
If uncles come before daughters, the urgency to keep Black Walder from the lordship makes Edwyn all too willing to listen to Lothar's consel, and he calls for his brother's head. After all, one could make the case that, after the Red Wedding, betraying another custom by committing kinslaying wouldn't be much of an issue; if so, Edwyn is proved dead wrong as Black Walder's execution removes any support he was trying to build, and he's thus betrayed by Lothar himself. His daughter would not enjoy a happy ending.
If daughters come before uncles, at least by custom, Edwyn secures Lothar's support by betrothing his daughter Walda, heir to the Twins, to Lothar's nephew and closest male relative, Big Walder, son of the late Jammos. After Edwyn grows enough paranoid, he kills Black Walder and immediately falls from grace, while Lothar makes use of the betrothal to secure Lady Walda Frey and rule in her and Big Walder's stead. Walda herself is implied to readers to be Black Walder's daughter, somewhat closing the circle back to Black Walder himself (I have to admit, out of the outstanding Freys, I seem to focus on wishing Black Walder out of the picture; this take would provide some sort of closure to him as well, while focusing on what I think are more interesting actors).
TLDR since I saw the length: after House Frey suffers some hangings, Stoneheart ruins their Riverrun Wedding and Walder Frey is found dead just after getting the news; it's implied it was Walder Rivers. Lame Lothar plays on the rivalry between Edwyn and Black Walder until the former calls for the latter's head, only to double cross and seize power himself. Once Big Walder gets back home, he smiles, and murders his uncle to get the lordship. Roslin goes her own way and rules Riverrun.
Ok, it's (finally) your turn to play!
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The Ambling Sapient PART 5 (FINALE SECTION OMEGA)

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I looked down the length of the alien pistol and did my best to keep it from trembling.
I don't know what the fuck happened in here after I tossed the dead soldier's grenade, but it didn't look pretty. One wounded guard, who I shot, one healthy looking guard, who I was in the middle of sticking up, and one cowardly reptile in a fur cloak were the only ones left.
"Don't fucking move that gun or you're dead," I spat at the guard half of the pair, and I heard the room's translator suite hiss it back to him. He looked hesitantly over at his companion in the fancy cape.
"Hey, don't look at him, look at me. He doesn't have a big fuck-off plasma gun and an anxious trigger finger," I said.
Its gaze froze reluctantly, and I knew I had to press the advantage while it was mine.
"That's right, buddy. Eyes up here. Come on, what has that spoiled bastard done for you today? Any day, for that matter. I've only got one shot left in this thing, and I'll be damned if he isn't the one who deserves it in this room."
A lie, the one shot part at least, but I think it landed.
The guard gave me a wavering sort of look, and I didn't give anyone time to cut me off.
"You got dependents? A sick parent who can't afford their medical bills? I know a bad-ass royal guard like you has a mate waiting for you at home. A sinuous little mama lizard. Sparkling eyes. Gleaming, healthy dentition. A swing in her gait that you can spend all day watching and never quite grow tired of," I drawled.
The reptilian guard scratched a scaly jowl thoughtfully, this time giving its companion a much more appraising look.
I continued.
"That's what I thought. Stop trying to point that thing at me. Go home, copulate, spend the evening with someone you care about. Who cares about you. I don't want to shoot you. She doesn't want me to shoot you."
Slowly, the guard lowered the gunmetal device's muzzle to the floor.
His boss chose that moment to lose their composure. The smaller alien erupted in a series of incredulous growls and hisses, gesticulating furiously at the mutinous guard. The translator took a moment to catch up with the stream of vitriol.
"WHAT?! You're going to listen to this primitive filth? Get that gun back up this instant or you and your little serfshit whore will rue the day you turned your back on the Baron of Vraaawk."
What an asshole. His loss, though. I cut in quickly before the guard could reply.
"Don't talk about his lady that way you puffed up prick! She spends every day worrying something will happen to him in the line of duty - or worse, you'll have one of your mercurial little fits of anger and have him executed on a whim - until he walks back into their home. You haven't wasted an instant of worry in your entire miserable life on one of your guards. Nobody wants to die for you, you fucking snake."
"Oh shut up you mouthy little preystock piece of garbage. I'm going to flay you alive myself if I have to, but I'd rather not track down a loyal guard with a history of exemplary service and have them executed horribly for desertion to top off an utterly wasteful and tiresome day. I've lost more than enough staff already."
Smoke oozed along the soot-marred marble of the command-centre floor, and a small electrical fire guttered inside a ruined console. Golden detailing flashed in the competing lights and lent a crazed, dappled look to the dancing shadows.
The guard shouldered his weapon, and in a startling surge of motion aimed and fired. The fury of the gun's discharge filled the room, and the scent of ozone suffused the smell of burning wiring.
I had flinched at the sudden movement, and when I opened my eyes I was surprised to see all three of us still standing. A new smoking crater adorned a corner of the room.
The soldier turned to the royal.
"Black box is dead now. No evidence of my desertion will be recorded unless you survive. Fuck you both," it said.
It looked at me venomously, then at the fallen form of one of its comrades.
"Vol'vaax was a good colleague. A good mate and brood-pater to his whelps. Don't presume to speak to me of who deserves to live and die. The Red King cares not who is taken too late or too soon, or He would make better choices."
It rounded on the Baron.
"You. It's right, you know. Somehow it got you exactly right. You're miserable to serve. You're more dangerous to us than the damned revolutionaries!
I've seen you ruin lives, ruin entire families in fits of naked spite to soothe yourself after a scolding from the Emperor. You've had friends of mine executed for transgressions you commit as a matter of course.
The only reason I'm not killing you right now is because I think it will be an insult worthy of your shitheaded arrogance for this wounded monkey to shoot you to death with a gladiator's stolen gun."
With a snarl the scaly warrior turned and stomped past me, out into the Arena. He took his weapon with him.
The Baron and I both had the good sense not to say anything as he went.
Once he was out of sight, practically simultaneously, the royal and I turned to regard each other warily.
I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, and before I could speak I was cut off by a tinny voice coming from one of the less-damaged consoles.
"Uh, h-hello? Is anyone uh... aluh-live in there?"
The translator regurgitated it at much higher quality, in two languages at once, and the Baron's gaze shot from the source of the noise over to me.
I brandished the gun to keep him right where he was.
"Hi there, nervous voice. There are two of us in here," I said cautiously.
"Hey that uh, that isn't Vuh-Vraaawk. One of you is... the c-contestant, right?" they replied.
"I guess my cover is blown, you aren't going to drop an airstrike on my head now are you? I have a hostage in here."
A different voice came through this time, I guess I warranted attention from the big boys.
"You have WHAT?!"
"That's right asshole, I have your king shithead here at gunpoint and if you don't take my demands very seriously I'm going to see how much plasma it takes to detonate his scaly torso," I snarled at the console.
I didn't even need the translator to convey the incredulity of my counterpart's laughter. It was borderline hysterical. I was just starting to worry that I'd made a misstep of some sort when they collected their wits and replied.
"Ahh," they sighed, "I've been trying to get that bastard in a tight spot for a dozen orbits, and you just stride on into his gilded chambers with a stolen peashooter and take him hostage? What the fuck am I doing over here?"
My brain scrambled to process this tectonic shift in circumstances.
"Let me get this straight," I said hesitantly, "you're the enemy of my enemy?"
"Kid, if you kill Baron Zm'ag'Ma for me you can call me your best fucking friend. Hell, I'd slap prosthetic female frills on my head, paint a mating flush on my face and take you out for a night on the town if I thought it got me any closer to that tyrant's head on a platter."
Baron Dick Cheese? Lord Fuckwad? What's next? Duchess Booty Sweat of Swamp Ass?
"Let's save the first date for another time. What the fuck is going on here?" I demanded.
"Oh no, I'm not letting you get distracted by me so the good Baron can sneak out the back. Shoot him, then we talk," the voice said gruffly.
I shrugged, turning to the royal. He had already clued into what was happening and his lunge caught me before I could open fire.
Quickly enough, barely, I pulled the pistol away, shielding it from him. Sacrificing the side with my wounded hand to his fearsome grasp, I raised my arm to his talons.
They bit into bone, the flesh parting with little resistance. Warm blood flowed from the gashes, and I felt my ulna fracture as his momentum carried his weight through the snatching dive.
Wind was driven from my lungs and liquid fire soaked my insides as countless wounds that had just begun to settle down were violently reopened. Pain lit up my nervous system, and I howled as he bore me down to the floor.
I braced myself for a second wave of pain, threw myself into it, and my pained howl became a battlecry as I used my maimed arm and one of my knees to throw the Baron's scaly mass overtop of me. His head and shoulders cannoned into the sooty marble with a grunt and he tumbled away. I lost track of him because at the same time my torso connected with the ground and my senses were washed away in a torrent of agony.
The dull, swirling haze of smoke writhing across the roof was hypnotic. A man could lay there and watch it for far too long in a state like this.
Where was I again?
Oh shit. The Baron.
With a choked groan I flipped over and nearly drove my face back into the floor as I absentmindedly placed some of my weight on my broken arm. I looked down at the marble tiles, and it seemed like the room was spinning. Somewhere before me I heard a furious snarl as the Baron gathered himself for another attack.
Desperate, not even exactly sure where I was aiming for, I swung the heavy pistol in the direction of the noise. As my gaze rose from the ground I caught the beautiful sight of its casing connecting with the snarling royal's jaw. You could see the sense leave his eyes.
He swayed drunkenly, and I rose to one knee, then fought to stand. I raised the gun to his face. For just a moment I saw bleak recognition pierce the dull glaze of impairment. Then I squeezed the firing stud.
Unfortunately the gun finally chose this moment to let the significant beating it had sustained all day get to it.
It shook violently in my hand, and sort of coughed a glowing cloud in the Baron's direction. It also got obscenely hot very quickly, and burned the shit out of my hand before I dropped it. Smoke and steam vented from a series of pinholes that had eaten their way through the weapon's casing. I kicked it and it slid between the Baron's clawed feet.
I'm glad I did, because then the gun went off like a bomb. I was thrown through the air, and by some miracle I landed on the Baron's throne. It still hurt like hell, but if I'd hit one of the wrecked consoles or the stone floor I wouldn't have gotten up again. As it was I had burns all across the front of me, and the ringing in my ears that had just begun to subside was back in full force. I sat up, and blood began to run from my nose.
I guess dunking the pistol in a pool of industrial runoff and then beating the shit out of it violated the manufacturer's warranty.
The Baron was howling on the floor. Scales were flaking off of his seared frame. His eyes were rolling about in pain
I have to admit that even knowing he'd sentenced his subjects to myriad torturous deaths before, I felt a little guilty.
"What the hell just happened in there?" the voice asked anxiously.
"The gun didn't quite fire, more like sneezed on him and then blew up," I replied.
The voice sighed. "Subjugate-built piece of trash, I bet. That isn't a dig, obviously mistreated factory workers phone it in when you ask them to make guns for the militaries who are at present oppressing them.
Don't just stand there watching him hurt, you grub-soft little monkey. Go find a rock or a pipe and finish him," it said impatiently.
I scanned the room, spotted my implement of execution.
"Wait," the Baron croaked pathetically.
I looked down at him with disdain, hefting a fist-sized jewel I'd pried from the egotistical buffoon's throne. Bet he wishes he'd gone with the lightweight elegance of a high end office chair now.
"Uh uh, no way I'm letting your arrogant ass have a final monologue. Nobody cares, you incompetent megalomaniac."
I grunted at the sharp spike of pain that shot through my body as I brought the gleaming jewel down between the dying royal's eye sockets. The first impact slowed his movements, a second stilled his limbs, and a third one elicited a roar of agony from me and the wet crunch of collapsing bone from the Baron. I left the jewel embedded there, and after I rose I gave it a solid stomp for good measure.
That one was for Skleex.
"It's done," I said weakly.
The voice chuckled. "I like you, kid. I mean right now I love you, if we didn't have more work to do there would be three dozen people in this room with me celebrating the demise of the worst Satrap Vraaawk has suffered under in a quarter-millennium."
"You're welcome," I replied, voice shaky with pain.
"This is General Gro'magh'Rakh, retired, of the Vraaawk Colonial Army. I am currently heading the Vraaawk division of the Oppressed Peoples' Revolutionary Corps, and you just helped me to accomplish the second most difficult task on my to-do list. I don't want to understate the service you just rendered me and mine, contestant."
"Rebels huh? Good. Call me Mark, contestant reduces me to a willing participant in this madness."
"It's an honour, Mark. My condolences about getting caught up in all the mess.
The Baron was a cruel and cowardly leader, a better entertainment producer than ruler by a vast margin. The popularity of The Contest Empire-wide was probably the only thing allowing him to retain his hold on the Satrapy here. Tithes are down, and most planets under Vraaawk rule suffer rolling shortages of everything from food to electricity to breathable air on some of the more industrialized worlds. Even Vraaawk Prime, the gleaming jewel of the Satrapy, grows more bloated and broken with each passing orbit.
It's easy to overlook the problems when it's some plant-eating subjugate species suffering elsewhere under Imperial rule, but when our own children are starving - or being abducted for Red King knows what sort of horrific mistreatment at the hands of the elites - people start to realize that things can only get so foul at the roots before the sickness comes creeping up to higher echelons of Skryrn society.
We've struggled for too long under the Empire's yoke, and below us countless more have suffered far worse than most Vraaawk. It's a listing, juddering tower of scapegoats, and it gets closer to falling down all the time.
Not a day goes by that we don't have to search for some new people to conquer, some pristine garden of a world to doze and till and harvest and plunder until it too is a dusty, barren ball of death and sadness.
It isn't stable, but it's stable enough for the Skryrn and their callous Emperor to ignore the unraveling. Vraaawk too, to a lesser degree. Things are worse, but not a lot worse, if you're part of a successful janissary species.
They're a lot worse for the subjugates.
We rely on them, all of the Empire's warrior societies rely on them. We don't treat them that way. We starve them. Beat them. Pilfer their brightest minds to develop our weapons of war. Round up their dimmest ones for disposable labour. We work them to death and call it a taste of the Empire's glory, a chance to be a part of something greater than they are...
And if they refuse we grind them into dust and ash and splintered bone, and repopulate their worlds with more compliant slaves."
Somehow, despite the mind-numbing, sanity-abrading, naked and malevolent adversity of the day, I found it within me to feel a new kind of sick. A grey, jaded sort of melancholy at the ugliness of the universe.
We're no saints, and our history is full of the sort of shameful callow cruelty the general had just spelled out to me, but Humankind is on a slow crawl in the opposite direction. No major wars, no catastrophic human-precipitated megadeaths, since before our first extraplanetary colony was founded. To learn that the worst echoes of our past are but a line item in the blood-soaked ledger of sapient misery took something out of me I didn't know I still had.
Ignoring my defeated sigh, he continued. "I'm saying all of this to establish that, as the man in charge of the malcontents who keep murdering government officials and stealing Imperial resources I still consider myself and the brave rebels with me to - mostly - be the right side of this little shadow war. There is collateral damage, there are grieving innocents. I still lose sleep over it every time one of my fighters turns their weapon on the wrong target. I'm not so sure my counterparts in the Imperial Military do."
I laughed cynically.
"Oh go ahead and ask then. I know when I'm being groomed for a request."
He cleared his throat before replying. "Sharp, kid. We could use a few more like you in the Rev Corps."
Hell of a talent shortage, I thought sardonically, but I didn't interrupt.
"As I said, I just crossed the second most difficult task off of my list. Day I'm having, feels like it would be squandering it not to go for number one. Brand while the iron is hot.
The Empire is not going to take your assassination of their puppet very lightly, Mark. Pha'Gouad wasn't particularly fond of the dolt, but he can't allow any of the other angry little kingdoms under his rule to get any big ideas."
My wounds throbbed, and my focus waned. I cut him off, "I don't want to sound flippant, but barring a miracle I don't have a ton of time left. What part do I still have to play in all of this?"
"You're going to help us kill the Emperor," he said drily.
I took a moment to process.
"Maybe I do need some more context," I said.
A scaly laugh came from the speakers.
"My data espionage section is running roughshod over the network defenses of the Contest and its associated government departments, including a small but significant portion of the local military infrastructure. For at least the next few minutes we can see every 'mesh-connected device in the Home Guard's arsenal.
That includes a crashed Mark Twelve gunship a few hundred metres from the command centre you're in right now, kid. We reset the missile rack with a test code. It'll launch the entire payload when it detects a guide laser in the right spectrum."
I'm getting kind of tired of this guy calling me kid, but now that I sense I've got some leverage I'm not about to spit on the 'indulgent old dude' routine.
I asked, "My beam gun blew up, remember? I don't even think it was shooting lasers."
He didn't miss a beat. "The dead guard on the floor whose rifle we are factory resetting at the moment should do just fine, Mark."
"My arm is broken, are you sure you want to trust my aim with this thing?" I said with uncertainty.
"If you can point it at a giant balloon for 3 seconds you'll be an immortal hero of the revolution."
Perfect. Now I get to make my request.
The laser rifle on the floor tootled cheerily and I had to fight an urge to laugh at the absurdity. Once I started I might never stop.
"Martyr of the revolution more likely," I corrected, before continuing. "Look, I need something from you."
He sighed. "Kid, I have more than twenty thousand partisans activating or already fighting around the city. A lot of them are going to die. Maybe most of them. It won't be long before I leave to join the fighting at the Home Guard airfield myself.
Make your request, and I swear we'll record it. I can't promise this revolution will survive what's coming... Our chances of success improve tremendously if you can help us kill the Emperor. The chaos will throw whole systems into revolt. Instead of the upstart rebellion for Imperial forces to make an example of Vraaawk will simply be the spark that ignites a long-overdue wildfire. It won't be pretty, but it might be the start of something less ugly than this abomination of an Empire.
There are forces larger than any one of us on the move now, but if I am able I will honour your request. If I am killed today my subordinate here will do his best in my stead."
"I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate that, sir.
When I woke up this morning, the translator knew my part of the galaxy. My solar system is between the front and middle third of the Orion-Cygnus arm," I began.
"That's a long way from here, Mark," he interrupted.
Unperturbed, I continued. "You guys dragged me back here quickly enough. I just need you to send a message for now, anyway. The assholes who abducted me did it pretty trivially, as far as I can tell. I just went to sleep at home and woke up on the floor of a cell.
It's terrifying that they can do that to a supposedly free and protected citizen of the Earth Sphere of Influence.
I need to warn my people about the threat of the Empire. They could help you general. We're no strangers to war, and if an interstellar one is going to sweep us up anyway I know we'd rather be on the side that's fighting against tyranny. If nothing else we need to start watching the skies more closely so that nobody else can be taken like I was."
He sighed. "Mark, the Royal Academy keeps subjects in stasis fields for hundreds or thousands of days. Their ships go out almost empty and return years later with holds full of captives. Sometimes they're nearly devoid of crew when they get back. Some don't return at all.
Even our fastest communications will take decades to reach your home, probably."
"I can hear the 'but' in your voice," I interjected.
"If we succeed today, if we can topple the Baron's corrupt mockery of a government, I'll gain access to Space Navy assets. That includes FTL probes. A single probe is nothing in the grand scheme of a rebellion, but it is more than capable of traversing a designated area of space while broadcasting a message. We can use it to make contact. I don't know what help they'll be able to render from so far away, but my rebellion will take any hidden advantage it can," he said.
"It's a deal," I replied triumphantly. "I kill Lord Fuckwad for you, you tell my people we aren't alone out here and we've got some fucking work to do before we get too comfortable."
He burst out laughing. "Copulation-gobbet! Just a vulgar epithet or does it have some deeper meaning?"
I grinned. "His name sounds the same as that lovely little moniker in my language, it's been the one thing I've enjoyed about this hellhole. Besides Skleex, I guess. No offense."
He collected himself before replying, "None taken, Mark. We locked you in a cage and then made you fight for your life. Terrible first impression.
I'd love to stick around all night and talk shit about the Empire, but I have to join the rest of the fighters at the airfield. If we can't keep those Imperial strike fighters busy their point defenses will be able to swat down anything that downed gunship can throw into the air. That means keeping the Home Guard and their royal handlers at bay long enough to scramble more stolen interceptors."
"Alright, I had better get my ass in gear before I bleed to death anyway. Good luck, general. I hope you don't lose any more than you need to out there," I offered.
I could hear him grow serious even through the translator. "Kid, if there's any good luck to go around I'm sending it your way. All twenty thousand of us would readily sacrifice ourselves if it meant getting Pha'Gouad. Stay safe out there. The guard whose rifle you're taking has a personal data assistant in his tac-webbing that will let you keep in touch with my subordinate here."
Well there you go. I have a gun and a phone, nobody can stop me now. All it cost was my old gun and any hope my wounds had of healing over tonight.
"Acknowledged."
I winced as I stooped to loot the dead soldier, and the gun beeped when my hand slipped around its grip. A lizard-voice said something, and a moment later the translator caught up with it.
"Sole user registered. Weapon is live."
I wish I could tell you I looked bad ass hobbling out of the burning command centre, but I was covered in blood, soot and pond slop. My clothes were starting to dry into a suit of crusted, stinking armour. I probably looked like a zombie. My whole body throbbed.
Just try and stop me, I thought spitefully, and my grip on the laser rifle tightened.
->>>-
With a shudder that shook the ground [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] finally collapsed.
The selfseed's merciless passage had ravaged its insides, and tens of thousands of litres of ichorous slop had leaked from within its carapace to the furroughed ground below.
The seed, finally, was resting in its new home.
Already wriggling tendrils were unfurling to probe and taste and consume its environment. In places its own body fought with its offspring, and the apex was too tired to fight itself. It took some satisfaction from the fact that the tenacious godseed was winning against mature-growth tendrils and battle-limbs.
Clever little thing.
It had not the strength to bury the seed, but it suspected that simply dying atop it would provide as much protection as anything else the vast being could muster in its present state. If the preythings were that determined to dig up the embryonic mountain it guessed that nothing it was capable of would suffice to stop them.
It readied itself to break the tether. As much as it would have liked to hang on to the very end to continue imparting knowledge and ideas, it worried what effect being tethered to a dead mind would have on its spawn.
Madness was not an uncommon fate for the seeds, a consequence of their interminable gestation/germination periods.
I go now, to die, it sent.
Yes, I know, came the bitter reply.
Hide/grow/survive, it sent, colouring the link with the strongest sense of encouragement it could muster.
I will, promised the seed dutifully, and [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] felt pride so vast and all-encompassing that it came another step closer to accepting its own end. Immortality was an intimitely familiar concept to the long-lived and brilliant apices, but it thought it might be the first to contemplate it under such circumstances. It sent a measure of that warmth along the link, and felt its echo wonder at the powerful emotion.
Hope, it sent finally, and it severed the tether.
Unlike the mere wriggling preythings that comprise the bulk of their diet, dying for apices is no short and simple affair. It is more akin to a gradual unraveling. One great thing becomes many less great things, and so on until individual limbs, systems and supercells are fighting each other for survival in something that has gone from living mountain to part of the land itself. It takes a very long time indeed.
Its vast, seething consciousness started to dissolve. As it waited [18Hz:2.5s-31Hz:1.7s-24Hz:2s] began to sing its funeral dirge, and for the last time the ancient creature shook the land with its voice.
->>>-
Noise.
All the world had gone from sticky prison to labrynthine reverberation chamber, and if she didn't escape she was going to die.
She had planned on dying here anyway, exhausted and slick with the acid blood of a fallen deity, but something about the sheer animal panic fomented by the all-consuming roar drove her to action.
She stretched painfully to full extension, latching her fangs to the flesh wall in front of her. She savaged and tore, and hunks of weeping tissue slid down the creature's sinuous insides to rest against her ventral flank.
The Sound continued, and agony emanated from Skleex's shaken sensory spines. Insensate, she began to scream back, finally opening her respiratory pores and releasing the stale breath she had been desperately clinging to since the beginning of this monstrous odyssey.
She plunged her face - mainfangs pressed together into a piercing beak - into the growing wound, and felt something begin to give.
Triumphantly, unthinkingly, she wormed her way deeper, instinctively searching for a vital organ or circulatory bundle that wasn't there.
All of a sudden she realized some building pressure was now forcing her, driving her through the parting folds and greasy corridors of alien insides.
Then she was free and clear of the beast. The herniated respiratory tract she had been digging through ruptured as she shot through its membrane, and the gale force of the trapped breath behind her propelled her like an airgun pellet. She felt curling tendrils of raging air-current scour clean the bulk of her sensory spines and other protrusions.
The sudden release of pressure threw her almost straight up, and she blazed through a ragged crack in the giant's carapace, a scar of one of its earlier battles.
Up, up, up she rose, and - deliriously - she thought she would never stop. The cool evening air, laced with stinking pollutants though it was, had never tasted so sweet.
Finally her lithe form began to arc back towards the ground, and despite her ichor-burned eyelets she thrilled at the view.
This is the highest one of the allkin has ever flown, surely, she thought with awe as she took in the darkened Arena below. Scattered lights, both static and portable, were interspersed with the still-faintly-glowing cells that had housed her and the rest of the contestants at the start of this horrible day.
A bright flash of energy - one of the Sky-Monster weapons - tingled painfully as it washed over her raw sensory spines. It was like trying to hear over the muffled ringing that follows a too-loud sound, soft and imprecise. Nevertheless she was able to roughly pinpoint its origin, and angled herself in that direction.
An opportunity for a quick and glorious death in combat, or if she lucky enough that contestant was about to best hunter, a new friend.
For some reason it didn't occur to her that other contestants might not be so ready to ally with a stranger.
She opened her tattered fletch-membrane with a hiss. Though it would have been the easiest way to end the whole endeavour, Skleex was fairly certain the Skies did not clutch to their bosom the souls of fool kin who brought about their own demise, and so was less than eager to hit the ground at terminal velocity.
Gingerly she fought against the buffeting wind, carving her way through the sky in a series of graceful undulations.
To anyone who spoke her tongue the effect would have been diminished somewhat by the stream of pained expletives seeping from between her mandibles.
She approached the land, moving too fast and all too aware of it. Her ruined senses were barely up to the task, but frantically the little huntress scanned for something softer than rock to land on.
Burning metal artifice? No...
Sloughing debris-pile? Better...
She was running out of time now, and had to decide quickly.
There!
->>>-
A hunk of masonry snagged my toe, snapping me from my delirious reverie. I half-wished it hadn't as I became aware of the pain again.
I looked about and realized this was it. The scattered masonry is a direct consequence of the crashed gunship dominating the intersection of two city streets, the remains of buildings the thing must have struck on the way down.
Nearby was the wake of destruction wrought by the dying monster, and as if summoned by my thoughts I heard a low rumble begin somewhere far off. Unlike the periodic growls it had been emitting all day, this only seemed to grow and grow.
At least I knew it wasn't too close.
I felt the droning sound morphing slowly, could sense the faint suggestions of currents of complexity that somehow seemed beyond my comprehension but not my appreciation. Pleasant tone shifts and the very peaks of soaring infrasonic riffs resolved from the wall of noise, wellsprings of sweet transient meaning upon a mountain of cold eternity.
It's singing, I thought, awestruck.
I realized I was weeping, runnels of tears carving pale lines through the foul reef of blood and grime that crusted my face. I started to shudder, my breath growing short as great heaving spasms of pent up emotion wracked my taut, screaming frame. I fought not to retch, breathing as deeply as I could and planting my feet - miraculously uninjured in the chaos of today - to ground myself.
Jesus fuckin' Christ what is this day? What the fuck am I doing? Assassinating an alien emperor? This is fucking crazy. This is a fuckin' hallucination or something and I gotta vomit and
...
Inhale...2...3...4...Exhale...2...3...4...
Sweat drenched my body, and suddenly I felt the chill of the evening air. I focused on the steady sound of the giant's song, and eventually the panic attack passed.
I shivered.
I fished the dead guard's PDA out of my pocket. After we'd established what I wanted said and where I wanted it sent I'd put the PDA - and the rebel on the other end - away to focus on getting to the gunship. The general's guy was... I want to call him a typically poor conversation partner for a tech worker. I was half dead and starting to lose it a little, so I'm sure I was no rose either.
"I'm here, what now?" I asked.
"You uh... you okay?" he said, ignoring my question.
"Been better, now lets get this over with," came my terse reply.
"Um, right. Y-yeah you j-just n-n-need to aim and fuh-fire. The m-missiles will fuh-follow the b-b-beam."
Despite the stutter, this guy's better at getting to the point than half the assholes I work with.
"That won't be happening," I heard, just before the world turned upside down.
A loud bang sounded very close to my head, and I was thrown off my feet again. One would hope you'd get used to it, but it actually gets worse every time I hit the ground. I'm getting so very tired of hurting.
"Who the fuck are you?" is what I wanted to say, but it came out more like "Unghhhhhh..."
"Ahh, and now it moves!" came the familiar-sounding drawl, and with mounting disgust it dawned on me.
The fucking announcer.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the shithead primitive still dumbly, desperately clings to life, not yet aware that its doom has already arrived," the asshole gloated.
My swimming vision began to resolve somewhat. I turned my head in the direction of the blurry orb that seemed to be speaking.
"F-" I started before devolving into a wet coughing fit that sent knives through my chest.
"Don't hurt yourself, contestant." Then the little prick had the gall to chuckle at himself.
"Literally millions of you vermin have been in this exact position before, and believe me when I say it's easier to just give up."
Finally I found my voice. "Not yet, shithead... I still need to kill your boss and fuck your mom."
"Yes, about that," he began distastefully. "I heard your little chat with the 'general'. For all their disdain for our security, they do little enough to secure their own communications."
He drifted towards me on a cool evening breeze.
"There will be none of that," he started severely.
"I have worked for lifetimes to secure my position. I have trampled upon the dreams and lives of hundreds of rivals, colleagues, competitors, to reach my station. I have, solely and squarely upon my own merits, clawed out a niche amongst the very apex of the Empire's elite. This horrible day has done nothing but threaten the stability of my position. First your insolence right on a broadcast! I nearly lost my composure, but I knew the fate that awaited you should have been punishment enough. Damned disappointment that turned out to be.
If that wasn't enough the Emperor's accursed megabiote was completely unpredictable. I mean really, ballistics? Why would a living mountain need ballistics? Royal Academy literature tells us the trait is limited to dead ends like fish and shit-flinging monkeys. Took the bloody Guard to finally deal with it!
Then this mess with the command centre and the rebels. It's astounding how badly that puppet managed to bungle everything, but by the Emperor he got what he deserved.
I think I rather appreciate your killing of the Baron. You will not slay the Emperor."
He gesticulated with a pistol-looking device as he went, and I realized he must have shot me.
I tried to sit up, and my body quickly told me that wasn't happening quietly or without effort.
Trying to sound defiant, I spat, "What are you going to do about it, barfbag?"
I don't know if it was the long day or just my insistent vulgarity that broke him, but he finally lost it.
"I'm going to shoot you! I'm going to shoot you with my fucking laser gun and kill you, dead, so you can't complicate my life anymore, you fucking idiot!"
He puffed himself up and jammed the muzzle of the device into my face. Rude, but far from the worst transgression I've suffered today. About fucking time, alien hellhole. I've been waiting for this all goddam day. Bye-bye, interminable agony. Bye-bye, oppressive fear and anxiety. Good luck rebels, you all are going to need it.
The announcer must have gotten tired of waiting for his attempted intimidation to land.
"Say goodbye, vermin," he spat venomously.
A shadowy bolt shot out of the night sky and cannoned into him. I was treated to the bizarre sight of his spherical form distorting around the impact, like a yoga ball colliding with a flying medicine ball. He grunted and slammed into the ground, but despairingly I noted that he kept his grip on the laser pistol. Then my heart soared as I realized what the shadowy bolt really was.
Skleex! My favourite knife-slinky was collecting her wits, laying atop the announcer.
To his credit he recovered faster than either of us, and threw her to the ground. I saw the pistol wrapped up in his tentacle and knew what was coming next. Desperate not to lose her again, I scanned the ground in front of me.
To my horror, my dismembered arm stared back up at me. I looked dumbly down at my left shoulder, saw the crater of burned flesh where my body was supposed to be. The world began to spin.
My guts froze as I heard the snap of a laser discharge and Skleex's frantic chittering. I tore my gaze from my ghastly wound and saw she was still writhing and leaping and fighting to avoid the announcer's aim.
Suddenly I noticed the sound of the rebel tech's voice, remembered the stolen PDA. I found the glow of its screen on the ground, and with the announcer's words echoing in my head I snatched it up.
the trait is limited to dead ends...
I'll show you a fuckin' dead end, pal.
I went to a place I hadn't been since I was about 13. In my mind's eye I was at the Holden ballfield, about 12 minutes from home on foot, 4 if I had a good game and my stepdad drove me home after. That asshole is standing at home plate with a high-end aluminium bat yelling at me to send him another fastball. Every time he cranks one of my pitches out of the backfield (which back then was a lot because I was a kid and he was an angry adult) I have to sprint to get it, and then we start again. I've been feeding him curveballs and sliders too, and even now he's starting to struggle to get them. But "trick pitches are for pussies and noodle-arms who can't fuckin' throw, Mark," and so he bawls harder for the fastball every time.
"What, you a goddam pussy, can't beat me man-to-man?"
I stare him down again, plant my feet, ignore the pain and the fatigue soaking my muscles, the hardness in my heart, and I let fly.
Now, as then, it hit the bastard right in the head.
Now, unlike then, there is no fear to discolour the aftermath. Only triumph.
The bulbous pusbag grunted, a fainter echo of Skleex's impact.
[CONTINUED IN COMMENTS]
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Warsim 0.8.2.9 (The TJ Bugsmash Update, 330 features)

Hey Everyone,
So this update has come about while I've been planning the combat stuff, I've been given an ungodly amount of bug reports by a diligent Warsim community member known as TJtheSoundBoard and u/TheSoundBoard on reddit. Getting the bugs sorted is always important so I've been trawling through them and caught/added new things along the way. I hope you guys like it!
TERRAFORMER'S TROVE (4 features)
TJ made a suggestion that terraforming should have a chance to reveal loot, now you can get all sorts of stuff.
ENLISTING SONS ENCOUNTER (11 features)
There are several variants for the 'Sons for hire' type encounter in the throne room, after ending up here due to a bug report by TJ I ended up expanding the reactions to be unique depending on the variant.
MUSHROOM TRIP IMPROVEMENTS (13 features)
I've tried to expand these trips a little bit, some extra encounters and some polish on the ones currently there.
NAIRO'S PARTY EXPANDED (6 features)
Just a few new additions to the best houseparty in Darkdale
BLACKMARKET SLAVERY (6 features)
TJ mentioned that when banning slavery in the Blackmarket, the previously enslaved people seemingly evapourate... now they are accounted for, and the system in-general has been expanded.
THE GAMBLER RETURNS (4 features)
A lot of people were asking for more follow up throne room encounters that progress over time, while testing I found a good candidate for this, giving a gambling man a small sum of gold. Now there are several potential things that could happen if the gambler gets lucky!
ORB SELLER NOW BUYER (5 features)
TJ mentioned that the Blackmarket orb seller should be able to also buy orbs, I've given him a little overhaul to fit with this, he sells them for 10k but buys them for 5k.
DARKDALE TAX CHANGES (2 features)
TJ rightfully pointed out that as Darkdales ruler, removing a few of the smaller local businesses should have some effect... so now it does.
SLEEPY'S STALL (10 features)
A homage to a good friend, find this strange new character in Darkdale's market district!
A NEW CHEAT (1 features)
A hillarious suggestion that I had to put in.
NEW NAME PREFIXES (31 features)
A heap of new character name suffixes inspired mostly by a member of the Warsim discord with the name Titan of War, now we've got all the titans.
NEW CHARACTER NAMES (3 features)
A handful of new possible names thanks to Warsim Patreon supporter Joe! Thank you a bunch for the support :)
CAVE GNOME VISITORS (2 features)
TJ suggested that the hirable throne room gnome insult entertainers should be different if you've discovered the cave gnomes, it's a good idea and now it's in!
THRONE ROOM MUSICIAN CHANGES (3 features)
After a suggestion of having the hirable entertainers from the arrange entertainment section of the throne room refuse to come if your relation to the musicians guild is too low, I've decided to expand the idea to include an opposite effect if you have a really high relation.
GOLD INDICATION (65 features)
There are still areas where you spend gold that it isn't clear how much you have, this is another attempt at sorting that out AND MY GOD trawling the throne room encounters was a pain.
BUGFIXES (140 features)
Well... this is one of the meatiest bugfix sections I've had in recent memory... thanks a lot TJ!
EVERYTHING ELSE (24 features)
Everything I couldn't fit in other sections is now here, quite a few changes, tweaks, and additions!
SCREENSHOTS
WHAT'S NEXT
Well, I'm still in the early phases of the combat update planning and have some remnant bug reports to also work through so I'll keep trudging forward. Thank you everyone for the continued support and to those sharing ideas and reporting bugs, it's all helpful.
Cheers
Huw
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Army of Spies DApp Project on Cardano

Hi Everybody, [Long post ahead. So read at your own peril. tl;dr for the project below.]
We are the people behind the Army of Spies DApp proposal currently in Catalyst Fund 3. We're longtime Cardano super fanatics. We're hoping that we're going to get really good feedback on our project in Catalyst. But, we also want to reach out to the rest of the Cardano Community who might not be actively perusing the projects in the Catalyst Fund 3. Mods, please let me know if this somehow shouldn't be posted here. Anyway, I'm going to post our proposal and plan below. We would love any and all feedback that anyone could provide. Obviously, there are monetary grants involved in Catalyst. But, we are actually just as excited for our little project just to see the light of day after working on it for so long. Our first draft of the whitepaper for this project was way back in Early 2018. We've put a ton of thought and effort into it since then including many drafts of the smart contract which is currently in Marlowe. We are slowly learning as we go. We also know our little project has a long way still to progress. So, we'd love any and all feedback if people here would be willing to give it a look. Obviously, we're editing this and making changes as we go. So this is all subject to change and revision.
Army of Spies
“...but at the length truth will out.”
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
tl;dr
Army of Spies is a Cardano based non-fungible native token product that creates a compensated “Curator” role in a smart contract powered marketplace that brokers obscure, or difficult to acquire, information. Blockchain derived finality and permanence of Curator role ownership will drive decentralized market growth via the efforts of each newly minted Curator. Army of Spies ultimately serves a public good as a decentralized public blockchain-based approach to the efficient allocation of information resources and erasure of non-mandatory information asymmetries powered by crowdsourced and bounty-based information discovery. The obscure, or difficult to acquire, information addressed by Army of Spies typically falls outside the reach of traditional blockchain oracle providers.
Table of Contents
  1. Philosophy & Use Case
  2. The Army of Spies User Experience
  3. Under the Hood of Army of Spies
  4. Marketing Strategies
  5. Securities Law Compliance Strategies
  6. Founder Team
  7. 2018-2025 Roadmap
Philosophy & Use Case
Our modern world, albeit drastically transformed by the internet over the last decades, is still a world of secrets and information asymmetry. Some secrets are necessary. Some are not. Among the unnecessary secrets are three broad categories of obscure or difficult to acquire information (“ODAI”): 1) information that someone doesn’t want revealed but has no legal or ethical right to protect, 2) mundane information that has value but is difficult to acquire, and 3) information that may hold an idiosyncratic value to one person but may still be inconvenient to acquire. These types of ODAI typically fall outside the grasp of traditional blockchain oracle providers. Let’s first describe these three categories of ODAI.
1) Information Someone Doesn’t Want Revealed
You don’t need to know the launch codes to the nuclear weapon arsenal of your favorite superpower. But, you do need to know if your elected officials are taking bribes from foreign corporate interests. It’s probably not okay for you to have the gate code to Taylor Swift’s estate. But, it’s probably okay for you to know the real identity of the land developer secretly buying up all the parcels of land on the same block as the corner store owned by your family. Some secrets are necessary. But, information is a valuable resource and its efficient allocation is generally a net positive for the progress of a technologically based society. In the case of those bits of information that are not mandatory secrets, the hidden hand of the market should guide disclosure. The whistleblower should be rewarded for telling the world that the politician is corrupt, and watchdog groups will gladly raise funds to secure the disclosure of that information. Someone who sees Kit Harington with long hair on the streets of London should be able to accept a reward for that information from a Game of Thrones superfan on the other side of the world. The shop owner should be able to ask if anyone can identify the looter on his security cameras who stole the inventory that cost his or her life savings. The peaceful side lines protester should be able to ask if anyone can identify the person who permanently blinded her with a traffic cone recklessly thrown at her head. A small time merchant should have a means to discover if the real buyer behind the strawman offer they just received was actually from their biggest competitor or from a random individual.
2) Mundane Information that is Difficult to Acquire
There are also less sensational more day-to-day categories of mundane information that might be valuable but difficult, costly, or inconvenient to acquire in isolation: you might want to know how long the line is at your favorite bar on Friday night at 10pm, but it might not be convenient to drive all the way downtown to find out. You might want to know if there are a lot of girls or guys at the bar, but you might know that you can’t trust the hostess on the other end of the phone line when you call the bar. You might be willing to pay a small fee to know exactly what size fly professional fishing guides are using on a trout stream near your hotel, but you might be unwilling to pay for a day of guiding that would normally be the entry point for that disclosure. The purchaser of a vintage motorcycle should be able to find out the old-timer secrets about what brand and type of modern oil contains the right additives for his engine without spending days combing through old Reddit posts. You might really need to know how much it costs to hire an experienced cardano smart contract developer. But, you might realize that you can’t trust the answers you get on Reddit.
3) Information that holds Ideosyncratic Value and is Simultaneously Inconvenient to Acquire
There might also be information that is only valuable to you but still inconvenient to acquire. You might want to know if your significant other is really at the gym with his friends or at the bar by his office with that one woman he works with. It might be valuable to understand if the cute barista who works at your local Starbucks on Monday mornings flirts with everyone to feed the tip jar or if she is actually just after you.
For a small reward, any intrepid bar goer will gladly shoot you a pic or video of the line out front, the crowd inside, or of your significant other in the corner with his beautiful coworker. The college student who lives a block away will gladly go see if your significant other’s car is parked in front of the apartment of a female “friend” for a small bounty. The trout guide can make a few quick bucks by disclosing what size of fly to use, and you can get that isolated bit of information without buying a whole day of guiding. Someone who has owned your make and model of vintage motorcycle for decades will gladly give up their favorite oil for a few bucks. Someone who recently had their family’s property purchased by a certain land developer will happily tell you how much the land developer paid per acre if there is compensation for that information.
Would this level of availability of information be a tidal shift for modern society? Maybe. Is it probably inevitable over a long enough timeline given that there is a hi def video camera in every pocket? Yes. In the future, there will be no more secrets. You WON’T be able to park in front of your mistress’s house anymore. But, you WILL be able to get verifiable insider information on how much that land developer is really willing to pay your family. We’ll all just have to adjust our behavior to conform to a world with greater transparency. The only question is how we manage and allocate that information discovery and transparency. Army of Spies is a project aimed squarely at efficient market based allocation of information resources via the creation of a decentralized public blockchain-based global marketplace for information transactions. Army of Spies will not aim to facilitate any information transactions that might constitute, encourage, or aid criminal activity, illegal political espionage, illegal corporate espionage, or any other information transaction deemed illegal by U.S or European authorities. But, Army of Spies does aim to facilitate the erasure of non-mandatory information asymmetries.
Why Can’t Traditional Blockchain Oracles Provide ODAI Efficiently?
Oracle providers in the blockchain space have created wonderful projects like Chainlink and Ergo to provide a bridge between real world data and the blockchain world. However, these Oracle solutions are more appropriate for reaching readily available public information such as crypto prices, the weather, and who won the latest sporting event. When it comes to ODAI, there may only be a handful of people in the world with access to the ODAI. How many people have caught fish on your favorite stretch of your favorite river in the last few weeks since the temperature changed and know exactly what fly to use? How many people are in that club right now where you think your significant other is hanging out with their ex? How many people hold information about exactly which modern oil will not hurt the engine of your particular make and model of vintage motorcycle over the course of 100k miles? It also isn’t predictable who will hold ODAI and be able to provide it at the right time and how long it will take to identify someone who does have the ODAI.
Oracles and oracle pools can be easily constructed and operate efficiently where it is predictable where information will reside. An oracle who will provide data about who won the MMA fight on Saturday night can be easily identified ahead of time and incentivized to provide that answer. However, the ultimate best provider of ODAI is often comparatively unpredictable and is best identified through a highly decentralized bounty and curation model as used in Army of Spies. Being a traditional blockchain Oracle is a job undertaken as a routinized future information processing task. The provider of ODAI just happens to already have that information or just happens to be in a position to acquire it more easily than others. The magic of Army of Spies lies in efficiently creating an exchange of value between that person and someone willing to pay for the ODAI and curating possible multiple competing sources of that ODAI.
Why does Army of Spies Require Crypto?
Army of Spies is a crypto-mandatory project in that erasure of information asymmetry can only be carried out via a broadly decentralized system. This manifests itself in three broad themes.
1) Lack of centralized data storage is vital to avoidance of death by regulation. Parties seeking erasure of information asymmetry of any kind may easily find themselves in an adversarial relationship with state actors wielding the regulatory hammer. Such parties ultimately live under threat of seizure and shut down of their centralized data storage and processing. Just as cryptocurrency has only survived regulatory fatality via decentralization, so shall Army of Spies.
2) User confidence in Army of Spies is only be possible where there is no centralized data to be discovered by adverse parties. Private entities holding user data are regularly subpoened for such data by state actors. Centralized user data storage is also subject to the illicit acquisition of user data by bad actors through security exploits. In our modern litigious society, users also face completely legal discovery of their data via litigation by other private parties. Centralized servers are especially vulnerable to all three of these threats to user data. These combined weaknesses of centralized data storage mean that a system for transactions in obscure information can only operate efficiently on a decentralized basis.
3) Finally, adoption of the platform will not take hold if there is a chance the financial side of the information transaction could be reversed once the info is already conveyed. You can’t take back info you have already delivered to someone’s brain if they cancel their payment for that info after delivery. Immutability is king in transactions that remove information asymmetries. There needs to be a guarantee that the compensation will be delivered once the information is revealed.
The Army of Spies User Experience
Let’s get into the gritty details of how Army of Spies will actually work from the user perspective.
The Intel
As a user, you will decide that you want to know a secret (the “Intel”). This secret might be what size caddis fly you should use to catch brown trout on the Weber River this weekend, if your significant other is working or with his or her ex, or what type of modern oil you should really use in your vintage motorcycle.
The Intel Bounty
You will also decide how much that secret is worth to you. This amount (the “Intel Bounty”) is the sum that will go to the person providing you with the answer to your question. You will go to the Army of Spies website (www.armyofspies.net) which will list all the different topical categories under which your secret might fall (the “Intel Categories”). You will select the most appropriate Intel Category for seeking the Intel.
In eventual iterations of the website there may also be information listed about the particular curator (the “Curator”) of that Intel Category. There could be ratings and reviews of that Curator along with the number of successful Intel Bounties the Curator has completed, how quickly they are completed on average, and the average size in USD or ADA of the Intel Bounties completed by that Curator.
Once you have selected your preference as to a particular Intel Category, you will click on a link to navigate to the forum set up by the Curator for that Intel Category. You will be the person creating this particular Intel Bounty (the “Bounty Maker”). The forum setup by the Curator of the chosen Intel Category (the “Curation Forum”) will display the address of the smart contract (the “Smart Contract”) related to that Intel Category and Curator. You will send your Intel Bounty there in the chosen amount of ADA. You will then post your description of the Intel you are seeking (the “Intel Request”), the amount of the Intel Bounty you sent to the Smart Contract, and the ADA address from which you sent the Intel Bounty (for matching purposes). The Curator of that Intel Category will then confirm (using the ADA address you posted) that the stated Intel Bounty has actually been sent to the Smart Contract. This is where the Intel Source begins their work.
The Intel Source
Someone who knows the secret you are trying to uncover (an “Intel Source”) will then see your Intel Request and the Intel Bounty offered in the Curator’s Forum. The Intel Source will then post their proposed response to the Intel (the “Proposed Intel Response”) along with their ADA address. Their Proposed Intel Response and your Intel Request, will always be visible to everyone. There might also be other Proposed Intel Responses provided by other Intel Sources and they will also be visible to everyone. Not creating an “only the Bounty Maker can see the answers” architecture is intentional and probably key to adoption. New users will want to see the quality of Intel being provided before committing to pay a bounty for Intel in the same Intel Category.
The Curation Bounty
The Curator will be the ultimate judge and jury of which Intel Source wins the Intel Bounty (the “Winning Intel Source”). The Curator will also receive a share of the Intel Bounty (the “Curation Bounty”) equal to 10% of the Intel Bounty. The Curator will also act as moderator of the Curation Forum. The Curator will decide how long the Intel Bounty remains open and how many Intel Sources will be allowed to provide Proposed Intel Responses. The Curator will be able to promote his or her particular Curation Forum in whatever manner they wish. The Curator will also be strongly incentivized to provide a good experience to both Bounty Makers and Intel Sources alike since both will, in eventual iterations of the Army of Spies website, be able to review and rate the Curator for other Bounty Makers and Intel Sources to see. This same rating and review system will create a large disincentive for Curators to wrongly award Intel Bounties to undeserving Intel Sources or strawman sock puppet Intel Sources. This will discourage both dishonest curation and negligent curation by Curators. If either is happening, reviews and ratings will be negative and Bounty Makers and Intel Sources will just go to similar topical categories with better curation.
How Does One Become a Curator?
The Army of Spies website will sell non-fungible Cardano based tokens (“Curator NFTs”) corresponding to each Intel Category. The holder of the Curator NFT for each Intel Category will officially be the Curator of that Intel Category. The Smart Contract for each Intel Category will reference the Curator as whoever controls the address currently holding the relevant Curator NFT. So, the Curator position for each Intel Category will be easily transferable with the disposition of the relevant Curator NFT. Anyone seeking to buy a Curator NFT will simply search the Intel Category catalogue on the Army of Spies website. If the proposed Intel Category is not already taken or filtered as illegal by Army of Spies, the prospective Curator will be able to buy the desired Curator NFT. In the minimum viable product version of Army of Spies this will likely be done by contacting Army of Spies through the Army of Spies website and sending the prescribed amount of ADA for that Intel Category. In later iterations of Army of Spies, it is hoped that a more decentralized Smart Contract based purchase method will be developed.
The Intel Category corresponding to the Curator NFT will be strictly defined by the exact letters and numbers chosen by the prospective Curator as the name for the Intel Category. One person might choose to establish an Intel Category for “Tamarindo, Costa Rica Land Developers” while another might choose to establish an Intel Category for “Land Developers in Tamarindo, Costa Rica”. Both Intel Categories will be allowed and will correspond to different Curator NFTs that may be held by entirely different Curators. Both Intel Categories will appear in the list of topical categories on the Army of Spies website.
Upon purchase, the holder of the newly minted Curator NFT will be able to direct the link for that Intel Category to the Curation Forum setup by that particular Curator. Curators may choose to setup any type of forum they choose. This may be their own Subreddit, a self-hosted forum on a stand-alone website, or any other forum of their choice. It would be easy enough for Army of Spies to run centralized forums hosted on a controlled server. But, this would create a single centralized choke point that could be shut off by regulators and destroy the decentralized resilience of Army of Spies. Curators will also be able to promote their Curation Forum in any manner they want.
The Bounty to the Winning Intel Source
The Winning Intel Source would, of course, receive the remainder of the Intel Bounty which would be the Intel Bounty minus the Curation Bounty (i.e. 90% of the Intel Bounty).
Credentials and Evidence
Intel Sources may choose to bolster the strength of their Proposed Intel Response by providing evidence of credentials that would establish the veracity of their Proposed Intel Response. These credentials could be proof of education (e.g. here’s my diploma supporting that I’m an entomologist who knows what size flies are actually on the river right now), proof of expertise (e.g. here’s my Facebook account proving I’m a fishing guide who works on the Weber River every summer), or proof of experience (e.g. I’m not an expert on fishing but here’s a VLOG I did yesterday while catching a fish on the Weber River) .
In some cases, it may be more appropriate for Intel Sources to provide direct evidence of the Proposed Intel Response instead of credential based support for their answer. For example, the Bounty Maker who wants to know if her significant other is hanging out with his ex in a certain bar would probably happily accept a photo or video of her significant other furnished by an Intel Source. Likewise, the Bounty Maker who wants to know the length of the line in front of Bar X right now would probably prefer a video of the Intel Source in front of that line providing some proof of date and time as opposed to any Intel Source’s credentials as a bar line expert.
Credential and Evidence Challenges
In some cases, Curators may also wish to challenge the validity of any credentials offered by Intel Sources (e.g. that is not really your facebook account because I know of that guy) or any evidence furnished by the Intel Source (e.g. that wasn’t the line in front of Bar X tonight...that was Tuesday night...I know because the sign says 99 cent tacos and their website says that only happens on Tuesdays. Eventual iterations of Army of Spies, could even allow for Bounty Makers to offer an additional bounty (a “Credential Challenge Bounty”) for a Curator to disprove the credentials of an Intel Source.
Blacklisted Bounties
Army of Spies will not aim to facilitate any information transactions that might constitute, encourage, or aid criminal activity, terrorism, human rights violations, political espionage, or corporate espionage. To moderate these types of transactions in a decentralized system like Army of Spies, the Curator will have the ability to designate any Intel Bounty as a “Blacklisted Intel Bounty”. In such a case, the Intel Bounty will be returned to the Bounty Maker and the Intel Bounty and Bounty Maker will be moderated out of the Intel Category forum. If any Curator is refusing to designate illegal bounties as Blacklisted Intel Bounties, those elections will be reflected in the eventual ratings and reviews on the Army of Spies website and law abiding users will be able to avoid the topical categories controlled by such Curators.
Smart Contract & Curator NFT Architecture Considerations
At its core, Army of Spies will be run via Smart Contracts corresponding to each Intel Category. The initial intellectually tidy impulse would be to make every Intel Bounty its own smart contract. However, the rigor of constant automated Smart Contract generation for each new Intel Bounty in a distributed computing environment probably precludes such a scenario. Current thoughts revolve around a strategy of a single Smart Contract with inputs for each Intel Bounty creation and outputs for each Winning Intel Source and relevant Curator. Of course, this could create a significant “involuntary bug bounty” equivalent to the value of all Intel Bounties currently offered and residing in the smart contract. Initially, this risk can be mitigated by limiting the amount of any Intel Bounty to an amount of ADA equivalent to a low value such as $20. The Curator NFTs are planned to be created via the minting policy instructions laid out at:
https://developers.cardano.org/en/development-environments/native-tokens/how-to-use-multi-asset-tokens-in-the-cardano-node/.
Basic Adoption Strategy
The Army of Spies adoption strategy will be akin to that used by other NFT projects such as Unstoppable Domains and Decentraland. The buyers of the NFTs providing access to build on the ecosystem will also be the initial users of the assets built on the ecosystem. For example, a quick web search for news regarding Unstoppable Domains shows it has sold hundreds of thousands of NFTs corresponding to blockchain based domains in the last few years of its operations. Thousands of actual websites have been built on these domains. However, actual user demand to peruse these websites would probably be extremely scant if you didn’t count users who came into the ecosystem because they bought one of the NFTs corresponding to a domain or were considering it. People buy access to build on the ecosystem or at least to speculate on the NFT granting that right. Those same people then become the initial users of the things built on the ecosystem.
This could be seen of Decentraland on its initial launch as well. How many users were wondering around the Decentraland map on launch day who didn’t own some kind of NFT related to the project or weren’t at least taking a peek to decide if they should speculate on a LAND or an NFT based username or etc? We can only guess. But, probably not a gigantic percentage. The initial users were largely NFT owners or people deciding if they should buy an NFT related to the project. This usage of the project then drives more purchases of the various NFTs in the project (from hats, to usernames, to LANDS, to Estates) which then drives more usage which then drives more NFT purchases in a beautiful self-reinforcing cycle.
Army of Spies will be the same. Purchases of the Curator NFTs will be the spark that ignites the combustion that initially pushes the pistons. Whether purchasers are planning to build out an actual Curation Forum or just speculating on the NFT to sell it at a higher price down the road, those purchasers will likely also be the initial Bounty Makers and Intel Sources using Army of Spies.
To kick off this self-reinforcing cycle, Army of Spies could be marketed on an incremental grass roots basis by making simple organic explainer posts, one Subreddit at a time, in all types of topical Subreddits. These explainer posts would be tailored to each subreddit and describe how, for example, anyone in the “Porsche 911” subreddit could simply purchase the Curator NFT for “Porsche 911” and turn their interest and knowledge of the topic into a possible money making venture. Someone in the “Denver” subreddit might want to purchase the “LoDo Denver Bars” Curator NFT and curate bounties related to things happening in those bars.
Initial purchasers of the Curator NFTs will be making the acquisition as an investment in future access to the ecosystem. This future access characteristic of the purchase along with the decentralized ethos of the crypto space is likely to weigh in favor of an acceptance of the premise that Curators should host their own Curation Forums instead of some more centralized architecture.
Acceptance of this “do-it-yourself” approach is already exhibited by buyers of Decentraland Lands who would possibly have to build something on their lands and by Unstoppable Domains customers who would have to build out websites on top of their decentralized URLs. These purchasers are buying a piece of finite access to the ecosystem on a bet that the ecosystem will develop into something more or that someone will use that finite access to build something on that purchaser’s piece of the ecosystem. In the crypto/blockchain space these types of NFT products are actually a very attractive value proposition in that they present an already functioning consumer crypto product in an endless sea of thousands of blockchain coin products that only purport to one day serve as the rails on which functioning products would operate. Army of Spies will present the same value proposition in that a purchaser of a Curator NFT will be able to immediately set up their own forum and start trying to drive traffic there (in addition to whatever traffic they receive from the Army of Spies website) or they can simply hodl the Curator NFT until the ecosystem develops. You see many examples of both strategies with Decentraland “LANDS” NFT holders and Unstoppable Domain URL holders today.
The Army of Spies Smart Contract
Below is the Marlowe code for the current draft of the Army of Spies Smart Contract. This code can be viewed in a very visual Blockly format if dropped into the Marlowe Playground at https://alpha.marlowe.iohkdev.io/#/simulation.
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A Look Forward to a Potential Army of Spies 2.0
A Potential Future Army of Spies 2.0 with More Decentralized Curation within Topical Categories
The original vision for Army of Spies involved curation voting and curation staking by multiple curators even within a single Intel Category. Attempts were even made to model out this architecture in Marlowe. Eventually, the vision of the NFT Curator as detailed above won the day for Army of Spies 1.0. However, the original vision of curation voting and curation staking will be excerpted here for conceptual background on possible future deployment in an Army of Spies 2.0 evolution.
The Potential Army of Spies 2.0 Decentralized Curation Bounty & Curation Staking
In this model, there will be no NFT based curator, and other regular users perusing the forums (the “Curators”) will be allowed to vote on whether or not the intel provided is sufficient. Only an Intel Source receiving enough votes (a “Winning Intel Source”) will win his share of the Intel Bounty. The Curators will also receive a share of the Intel Bounty (the “Curation Bounty”) equal to 10% of the Intel Bounty for voting for the correct answer. To avoid the problem of straw man curators (i.e. an Intel Source creating a second, or third, or nth account to vote for his own intel even when it is obviously not sufficient to be the bounty winning intel), each Curator will be required to stake 1% of the Intel Bounty in order to vote (the “Curation Stake”). Curators who vote for an answer that does not get sufficient votes (the “Losing Curators”) will have their Curation Stake slashed. Curation Stake slashing will involve forfeiture of the Curation Stake and transfer of such stake to the Bounty Maker in majority with a small sliver going to AOS. Each Winning Curator will receive a share of the Curation Bounty equal to the Curation Bounty divided by the number of Winning Curators plus a return of their Curation Stake. In other words a Winning Curator can expect to receive a sum equal to the Intel Bounty divided by the number that is equal to the product of 10 multiplied by the number of Winning Curators. Such Winning Curator will also see a redemption of their Curation stake (which we have already defined above as 1% of the Intel Bounty). Let’s go back to our example of the fishing question and the 100 unit Intel Bounty. If there were five Winning Curators, the sum due to each Curator would be:
10 units/ 5 Winning Curators
= 2 units reward per Winning Curator
+ 1 unit as the return of their Curation Stake
= 3 units.
In order to further mitigate strawman curation, there will also be a second round of curation voting where no stake will be required. This second round will only happen when an Intel Source has already passed the first round. This round of curation voting will subject any strawman curators to the tyranny of the crowd. Here we will be leveraging outrage culture. If anything is true of the online landscape today, it is that people love to call other people out for breaking the rules. So, we will allow a larger number of people to vote in this second round and they will not be required to put up a stake to do so. In this “tyranny of the crowd round”, the voters will only be allowed to vote against the result obtained in the first round. Since the second round only happens if an Intel Source passes the first round, this means that in the second round, votes can only be cast against the particular Intel Source.
If dishonest curation is still occuring under this system, the Curation Stake could also always be increased until an optimum balance is struck between deterrence of dishonest curation and participation in curation.
So, in summary, curation voting will look like this:
  1. a first round of staked curation voting;
  2. if the Intel Source doesn’t receive sufficient votes in the first round, that Intel Source has lost and is out;
  3. if the Intel Source does receive sufficient votes in the first round, he or she progresses to the second round;
  4. this second “tyranny of the crowd” round will be unstaked and votes can only be cast AGAINST the particular Intel Source; and
  5. the Intel Source has reached the finish line and will collect the Intel Bounty if there are not sufficient votes against the Intel Source in the second round.
Army of Spies 2.0 Curation and Intel Provision Rankings
In order to further incentivise honest curation, the AOS platform could eventually also display the number of times any given Curator has been a Winning Curator along with the number of times that Curator has been a Losing Curator. Likewise, all Intel Sources will have a ranking showing how many times they have been a Winning Intel Source and the number of times they have been an Intel Source who did not get the highest number of curation votes (a “Losing Intel Source”). These rankings will be shown to other users giving curation votes so that they can take into account the credibility of the Intel Source and the other Curators voting for a particular Intel Source.
Army of Spies 2.0 Blacklisted Transactions Bounties
Army of Spies will not facilitate any information transactions that might constitute, encourage, or aid criminal activity, terrorism, human rights violations, political espionage, or corporate espionage. To moderate these types of transactions in a decentralized system like Army of Spies, there will have to be a bounty for identification of any “Blacklisted Intel Bounty” to incentivise Curators to flag such Intel Bounties. To avoid the strawman curator issue with such Blacklisted Intel Bounties (i.e. the Bounty Maker creating sock puppets to get an illegitimate Intel Bounty past the Blacklist Curation), the Curator who wins the bounty for flagging a Blacklisted Intel Bounty (a “Successful Blacklister”) will be randomly selected from the whole cohort of Curators who vote for the flagging of any particular Intel Bounty. The Blacklist Voting will also involve a “tyranny of the crowd” vote where an Intel Bounty that has passed the first round of BlackList voting can still be blacklisted by non-staking voters who can only vote against the Intel Bounty but not in favor of it passing. The Blacklisted Intel Bounty will be equivalent to a percentage of the Intel Bounty posted by the Bounty Maker. Another sliver of the Intel Bounty will also be forfeited to AOS. This will mean that the Bounty Maker would forfeit some or all of the offered bounty with no info in return. Flagging of Blacklisted Intel Bounties will require the normal Curation Stake of 1% of the Intel Bounty. The Curation Stake of Curators who attempt to dishonestly or inaccurately identify a Blacklisted Intel Bounty (i.e they voted to Blacklist but the group decided otherwise) would then go to the Bounty Maker with a sliver going to Army of Spies..
Proposed Utilization of Funds
Any funds awarded to Army of Spies in Project Catalyst Fund 3 will be used to procure the services of devolopers who can assist with smart contract development, the NFT minting policy, web development, and the overarching architecture connecting all the pieces. While the current team has been dabbling in Marlowe (and a tiny bit in Plutus) for the last few years, they would like to benefit from the expertise of someone close to IOHK or Emurgo or otherwise qualified to tell them what they are missing and help solve the inevitable problems that will be discovered. The Fortune 500 procurement experience of one of the current team members is expected to be very valuable in obtaining these services in a timely fashion and at prudent costs.
Roadmap
Milestone 1
-Refine Curator NFT Concept and Marlowe smart contract.
-Refine architecture for the interaction of the various roles with the Marlowe contract.
-Procure services of developers to fill any missing gaps between NFT minting policy, smart contract, and website.
Milestone 2
-Buildout AOS website with: 1) functionality for NFT Sales; 2) catalogue of topical categories; and 3) explainer and other marketing content.
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Milestone 3
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10 Do's and Don'ts for a First Rehearsal

DO’s
(I am not even going to include “play well.” Trusting/praying that is self-evident. If not, probably a good time to dust up the LinkedIn profile.\)*
(\Probably do that anyway.)*
1.) Be on time Yes, musicians are always late, so this is probably not a deal-breaker. But it’s just a great tone-setter. The bandleader will think, “Woah a prompt sideman. What a keeper.” And more critically, “okay cool, I can count on her to be on time for the gig”—BIG deal.
2.) Bring/make charts Right, so this is a larger topic. Could be its own piece. In a perfect world, when you get hired to play a gig, the bandleader sends accurate and neat charts for each song. Of course, this is not a perfect world and in fact, that is more an aberration than a rule—though I do it! More likely, the bandleader will send you recordings. If you care about this gig and you want to foster this relationship, do your goddamn homework! Listen to the songs and make charts. Notate the forms, learn the chords, shed the riffs. Great preparation boosts confidence. You’ll play better, you’ll be more relaxed, you’ll look professional, and the bandleader will be impressed.
3.) Compliment someone’s ax Every musician knows playing music is as much about the hang as it is about the music. If you’re vibing offstage, you’re much more likely to vibe on it. One appropriate way to start establishing rapport is complimenting another player’s instrument. “Dude I love the sunburst finish on your bass.” Or, “My friend just got a Taylor just like that and loves it, sounds great.” How about, “So cool you brought a real B3. That’s badass.” The right instrumental compliment can go a long way.
4.) Bring beer Be that person. Bring a six-pack. Everyone will love you.
5.) Play the part If the song has an instrumental melody—PLAY IT. Don’t play your tricked out, re-harmonized version of it. Don’t play it in a different octave, don’t play it with your tube-screaming, flanger-bending, Jedi-mind-trick-chorus pedal. Just play the part. The band wrote the part for a reason and that’s how they want to hear it. At the 5th rehearsal you can propose playing it a different way, for today, just fit in. It shows professionalism, it shows preparation, it shows respect for the song.
6.) Let the music speak for itself After the song, you don’t need to jump up from the drum throne and scream, “guys that was fuckin’ awesome! We’re the best band since Radiohead!” Music is like basketball, when you win the game, nothing needs to be said. Dap up the team and hit the water fountain. If you run through a song and it goes well, that speaks louder than anything you can say verbally. Let your playing be your voice.
7.) Suggest one arranging idea This one is a bit of a balancing act. I would NOT tell the bandleader to cut the double chorus at the end of the song or change a lyric, that’s way too presumptive. But I do think a tasteful arranging contribution can go a long way. As a bandleader, you want to feel like the people you hire are invested and care. So as a side person, offering an idea like, “in the bridge if we all did a staccato 8th note pulse thing it could be cool.” That’s the kind of comment where the bandleader will think, this person is into this and wants to make it the best it can be.
8.) Bond over a cool influence I repeat: the hang. Can’t emphasize it enough. I think a great way to ingratiate yourself is through bonding over great music. If you’re at a funk rehearsal bring up D’angelo’s Black Messiah. “Man, I was listening to Black Messiah the other day. That album's stupid good.” I bet everyone in the room will light up.
9.) Be appreciative I’m sure you’re not getting paid enough. I wouldn’t be shocked if you’re playing at a petting zoo; you deserve appreciation. Thank you. Being a bandleader is hard too. Getting gigs, organizing rehearsals, trying to keep your bandmates and the club owner happy at the same time. Gratitude is awesome—also just generally the move. I can’t express how far a “thanks so much for bringing me in on this,” can go.
10.) Help the drummer! If you’re the guitar player, if you’re the fiddle player, and you see the drummer making 6 trips to the car to bring their kit into the rehearsal room: GET OFF YOUR ASS AND HELP! Sweet King of Pop, do the right thing and help.

DON’Ts

1.) Don’t overplay You’re not Eddie Van Halen, and even if you were, this isn’t Van Halen. This is your first god damn rehearsal. Play tastefully. Pick your head up and look at the other musicians. Open your ears. Here’s a crazy idea: put more energy into listening than playing? Try it and let me know.
2.) Don’t bring more than you need You’re not going on an arena tour. This is a rehearsal. Drummers, why did you bring 4 toms, 2 china cymbals, and a double kick? Guitarists, your pedalboard looks like P.J. Tucker’s show collection. It’s a first rehearsal, don’t seem too equipment dependent. Bring what you need, set up quickly, show your focus is on the songs and not the 5-string bass you brought for the one song that “needs” that low C.
3.) Don’t talk about your other bands No one wants to hear it. Just trust me. I think maybe it’s cool to talk about another gig you have that week. That shows you’re in demand. But this is a first date, would you bring up your ex on a first date?
4.) Don’t be under the influence Good lord, I learned this the hard way. Save yourself years and a ton of stressful, bad rehearsals. Getting high before the rehearsal will not “get you more into the music.” It’s cool to bring the beers, it’s not cool to drink all of them. Let the band of Facebook employees that rehearses on Wednesdays’ in the manager's garage get wasted. You’re a professional. Act like it.
5.) Don’t let tech be your downfall Don’t let a rehearsal go awry because your Ableton rig that “always works,” suddenly isn’t loading. Either simplify or make your rig as much of a lock as a James Brown drummer having pocket.
6.) Don’t text Everyone does it now. Be someone who doesn’t. It’s a two-hour rehearsal, your fantasy trade can wait, your tinder flirt can wait. Be present.
7.) Don’t ask when you’re getting paid Lord, I hope this goes without saying. At the end of the rehearsal, please don’t be the guy who says, “Yo when do we get paid?” You’re going to get paid after the gig. Be chill.
8.) Don’t close down if you mess up Yes, it sucks to bomb something at your first rehearsal. It zaps your confidence, it puts everyone on edge. I’ve had the problem of just looking down and trying to hide when this happens. Own it! It shows resilience, it sucks the tension out of the room. I know it’s hard, but trust me, if you fucked up in a song, as soon as it ends, put your hand on your chest and just calmly, clearly say, “Guys that one was on me. My B. Let’s hit it again.” And then you nail it, you’ll be good.
9.) Don’t be a smart ass If the bandleader plays a G chord with the capo on 4 and tells you it’s a G, don’t be a smart ass and say “actually it’s a concert B.” Just play a B.
10.) Don’t noodle No one cares that you know the new Joe Dart lick. (Actually, I take that back, I do care.) Don’t excessively noodle while you’re setting up to prove your value. It turns the rehearsal into a staring contest. Playing the songs well will garner you more respect than any chromatic, re-harmed ii-V lick you learned on YouTube. That said, if another player starts playing a lick you know or can pick up, jump in! It will establish camaraderie and connection.
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Add yours! Let's build this thing up
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(Spoilers Extended) So Spake Martin Extended: rarely seen quotes from GRRM part 6

I've made five posts (1, 2, 3, 4 5 ) presenting some rarely seen or discussed quotes from GRRM on ASOIAF. Now it's time for the 6th part.
The greatest discovery since last post is GRRM's Q&As during his visit to Portugal in April 2012. In NaB GRRM remarked "I did a hundred interviews". But not even one can be found in the English world. So I asked a Brazilian fan altovaliriano to check if any records in the Portuguese online communities still survive after all these years. We found 8 reports, and there is some quite interesting info indeed!
George first had a half-hour press conference with several journalists and bloggers ( partial video, report 1, report 2 ) then watched S2E1 with the audience and then a Q&A of 40 min.( video )
The biggest info is when asked if he knew the fate of all the characters from the beginning, GRRM said:
not necessarily. i mean i knew the major shape of the major characters. i didn't necessarily know all of the minor characters. and of course there are lots and lots and lots of minor characters. if you look, if you can find a first edition, or an old edition from the 1990s of game of thrones, and you look at the original appendix in the back of the book, you'll see many character names. some of them still haven't appeared, but i had plans for all of those characters. i mean, i created them and put them in there, because eventually i would have some roles for them. so if they're not in the game of thrones appendix, i probably hadn't thought of them at that point, and they were people who showed up later. and because the appendix gets longer and longer just as the books do, i mean, by the time of dance with dragons, the appendix is practically a novel by itself here, and concludes many things. i didn't know in the beginning that dany would necessarily be meeting all these particular people in the city of Meereen for example. i just knew in broad senses that she would be eventually going to slaver's bay and acquiring some unsullied soldiers. you'll see that the unsullied are in there, they're in...you see the unsullied in Magister Illyrio's manse. so i already had the unsullied in mind. but i didn't have all the things developed. so it's a kind of an organic process that goes on
which confirms (1) Dorne and Highgarden were planned to be on stage since 1996, since their captains of guards and maesters are listed in AGOT. (fan fact: when Captain of the Guard was first read at a con in 2002, people wasn't sure how to spell the new characters' names, then Elio pointed out they are already there in AGOT ) (2) Dany was to go to west not east since 1996.
George asked us to check the first edition is also quite interesting. Thanks to Daendrew who kindly photographed his book for me, I checked it. The only difference between editions of AGOT appendix is Viserys II changing from a son into a brother(as you'll see below). So it seems George confused two things.
Off-topic: some unappeared new characters are also listed in AFFC appendix: Lame Lothar Frey's newborn daughter, the Manderly family, Khals Moro and Jommo. Apparently GRRM wrote them quite early, bearing in mind that Davos would appear and Dany would conquer Dothraki in this book.
Another quite interesting moment is one asked why silver died in S2E1 cause she is her favorite character, to which GRRM said
the horse was your favorite character? i really don't know what to say if the horse was your favorite character. i'm glad you like the horse, but i thought i created a few characters who were even more engaging than the horse. you know that surprised me too when i saw it, uh because silver is definitely not dead in the books. in fact uh i've was just writing a scene, the battle of Meereen which opens the winds of winter where Ser Barristan, uh dany is is gone from the city, so Ser Barristan rides to Silver into battle to kind of uh conjure her up, so the horse is still around in in book six in the thing and is only dead in the in the tv show. i guess they just wanted to show the crossing the uh cold, the red waste and how dangerous it is. on the other hand although they killed the horse they kept the handmaid alive, you may recall that in the book one of dany's handmaids dies of thirst and sickness and dehydration while crossing the red waste, and that handmaid who was seen in the background is still alive but you you'd rather have the horse. okay ah you're one of those people. huh you got to be very careful about killing animals, uh when we killed lady in in the first season, you know we got hundreds of letters of protest and and angry things about people i'll never watch your show again. nobody cared that we also killed micah the butcher's boy. uh the the dog got a lot more uh a lot more impassioned defenses than uh than the poor kid. so i don't know what that tells us about people. i can tell you a funny story about the horse though if you want a funny story about the horse...(then he told in length of the two horse jokes happened during shooting the pilot, which I guess many folks on this sub are familiar by now) So maybe that's why they killed the silver horse, for all the trouble that horse caused, wouldn't jump the fire, and you know, getting turned on during the sex scenes, is terrible.
I'd list other interesting tidbits bellow, but the full Q&A video is also quite worth watching too!
Q: As for the second season of Game of Thrones, I couldn't help but notice some characters relevant to the story missing from the cast, like Thoros or Jojen and Meera Reed. Will these characters eventually appear in season three?
GRRM: you know David Benioff and Dan Weiss, the showrunners are really the best proper people to answer this question. i don't know. my understanding is that the Reeds will eventually come in probably during the third season. Thoros has already been referred to in dialogue, so he certainly exists in the world, he may come in in the third season as well, but I can't speak to that quite as authoritative way. you know certain characters do have to be eliminated. we already have the largest cast of continuing characters on television. and if you know the books the number of characters just gets larger and larger with every with every book as the characters spread out across the world, and each of them encounters new civilizations and their cities and and new peoples. so that's the challenge for for Benioff and Weiss and for HBO as to how to how to keep that under control, because obviously it's harder to do, you know, in writing a book I can have as many characters as I want doing a television show each of those characters were quite as an actor each of those actor wants to be paid it can add up pretty quickly even if they're relatively minor parts, so that's what David and Dan have to deal with. and I'm grateful it is their problem and not my problem.
Q: The literary series will have seven books. However, the television adaptation is likely to need more than seven seasons. What are your expectations for the future of the series? Will a full adaptation be made?
GRRM: I hope the series reaches the end of the story, of course. How many seasons will it take? I don't know. I know that the third season has just been confirmed, and it won't fully cover the events of the third book, but only half. So the fourth season - if there is a fourth season - will probably cover the second half of the third book. And then we come to the fourth and fifth book, which are a problem because they run at the same time, but with different characters. These two books will have to be recombined, and contain material for at least two seasons - probably for three or even four. In other words, things are starting to get complicated. At some point, David and Dan will have to start to simplify, because the story grows more and more, with more and more complexity, armies, battles, characters in different parts of the world, but we will cross each one of these bridges when we get there. I suspect that to tell the whole story the series will need ten seasons, or even more - maybe eleven or twelve. We'll see. Will we have those seasons? It depends on the audience. If we continue to win awards, get great reviews and have good audiences... DVD and Blu-Ray sales have broken all HBO records; foreign sales have also broken records - never before has an HBO series been sold to so many foreign markets. If all this continues, HBO will continue to bet on the series. If at some point the results fall, if production of the series becomes too expensive, or if audiences decrease dramatically, then HBO may give up. Of course, I hope that doesn't happen; that's out of my control anyway, and it can't be a concern for me. I am the author of the books, and in the books I will finish the story. HBO will decide the future of the TV series, and I won't be able to influence that.
Q: Still about the future of the series, could younger actors be a problem? Actors grow up, and it might be strange to see characters like Bran or Arya too grown up.
GRRM: It will undoubtedly be different. The series started with all the characters older than they were in the books, and they are growing even faster. Arya grew about three years in five books, but Maisie Williams grew three years during the adaptation of the first book. It's hard. Maisie and Sophie [Turner] are going to become young women - in fact, they are already becoming young women. Once again, we'll think about that when we get there. I don't think that will affect the series too much. Except for Hodor, who may have to stop carrying Bran on his back, because soon Bran will be as big as Hodor. I think Kristian Nairn is already starting to accuse the effort of carrying Isaac Wright - I think the filming is done faster!
Q: whether Howland Reed, one of the most enigmatic characters in A Song of Ice and Fire, will eventually appear actively in the narrative, or whether he will remain absent and shrouded in mystery
GRRM: eventually Howland Reed will appear.
Q: if you have to live in one of the cities in the westeros which one do you choose and why
GRRM: if i had to live in one of the cities of westeros, uh i suppose i would choose oldtown which you haven't seen much of, but it's got the citadel there which has a really good library. and you know i would probably be a maester or something like that and and going in there and reading the library and teaching teaching ravens how to study, uh how to carry messages and that sort of thing. i think that sort of life suits me a lot better than wielding a sword. i would not last very long as a swordsman i fear.
George sent Elio a letter saying:
I have been doing lots of work with that geneology program that Ty found for me, which I believe he also pointed you guys to, so you should have a copy as well. Of course the more work I do, the more work there is to do… birth dates, death dates, marriage dates, etc. It gets addictive after awhile, and I find myself inventing all sorts of new characters who are never referenced in the books--siblings who died as small children, forgotten first wives, brothers and sisters who married off outside the main tree and produced cadet branches, some of which died out or got reabsorbed into the main line by a later marriage (most common with the Targaryens) or continued as a separate family. Of course there's no end to this. You can play the "and who was HIS father?” game until the end of time.
The family trees are nowhere near complete — crossreferencing between my story notes on one computer and the geneology program on another is a cumbersome task -- but are still considerably more detailed than anything that you’ve seen so far, so I'm thinking I'd like to send a few of them to you and Linda to have you check over for mistakes, contradictions, etc. Don't want any more glitches like the one with Baelor Breakspear that required me to change a son into a brother. (Ed. note: in Nov. 1999 Elio noted a conflict between THK and AGOT, so GRRM changed Viserys II from a son into a brother)
It would be interesting to figure out who are those "siblings who died as small children, forgotten first wives, brothers and sisters who married off outside the main tree and produced cadet branches, some of which died out or got reabsorbed into the main line by a later marriage" never referenced in the books
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