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Page 2968 Podcast

Link The radio started up. "Hello all, and welcome back to The Longest Thread- Misadventures™! As always, my name is Bacon the Bard, here to fill you in on all the plots, tangents, and absolute nonsense that you missed out on! Our last episode ended (circa pg. 2892) with our characters split up in multiple different locations. Tull, Ista, and Erif were just about to enter Onyx's castle. Sequence, Nogard, and Selppaenip were about to return the battlefield atop th

November 14, 2024

Book Reviews

Review 1: The Silmarillion

TwinStorm's Book Reviews #1: The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien To start this off, the Silmarillion is the mythology, the groundwork for his vast legendarium, that spans Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit. It is a collection of Tolkien's tales of the First Age, specifically the feud between Morgoth and the Elves, and the War of the Jewels. It was published after Tolkien's death by his son, Christopher. The Silmarillion is not a standard book, more of a history of a mythology, a collection o

TwinStorm in Book Reviews

November 13, 2024

Thoughts

Thought #1: What if Omen decided to help stop Nebulous Evil Guy, (who is) Actually Truly Infinitely Vilely Evil?

N.E.G.A.T.I.V.E. laughed uproariously as Unintelligible's bullets bounced off of the invisible breastplate that protected him. "Muahahahahaha! You were all fools, searching after Plotblades while the real prize was Plot's armor! I am invincible!" As he said this, a bullet managed to shoot through his armor somehow, piercing him in the side. "Agh! Impossible! This armor is completely indestructible!" Another bullet snuck through. "OUCH! Blast it, I still can't get this thing to function properly.

NameIess in Thoughts

November 11, 2024

Page 2892 Podcast

Link The radio flickered to life. "Hello all, and welcome back to The Longest Thread- Misadventures™! As always, my name is Bacon the Bard, here to fill you in on all the plots, tangents, and absolute nonsense that you missed out on! I'm happy to announce the return of @NameIess to the Thread! Last episode (circa pg. 2847), we at TLT-M™ were still in the dark regarding his extended leave of absence; however, he has since announced it was a temporary break due to

November 6, 2024

Page 2847 Podcast

Link The radio broke the silence once again. "Hello all, and welcome back to The Longest Thread- Misadventures™! As always, my name is Bacon the Bard, here to fill you in on all the plots, tangents, and absolute nonsense that you missed out on! There's been a conspicuous absence among the Authors since my last episode (circa pg. 2788): @NameIess, the one behind the mysterious twin Plotblades and the misguided guild of Brave Adventurers, has vanished! Dear viewers, we at TLT-M™ pro

November 6, 2024

Page 2788 Podcast

Link The radio began playing once more. "Hello all, and welcome back to The Longest Thread- Misadventures™! As always, my name is Bacon the Bard, here to fill you in on all the plots, tangents, and absolute nonsense that you missed out on! Our last episode ended (circa pg. 2753) with the imminent arrival of the Great Wizard. Expectations were high. Were the accusations of the Brave Adventurer mere slander? Would the mighty sorcerer be able to explain the nature of the two most dan

November 6, 2024

Page 2753 Podcast

Link Far away, in a world barren of life, on top of a mountain with no name, sat a castle made entirely of BLT sandwiches. Inside the uppermost room of that castle was a radio, playing in a language that nobody could understand. If they could have understood it, however, it would have sounded like this. "Hello all, and welcome back to The Longest Thread- Misadventures™! As always, my name is Bacon the Bard, here to fill you in on all the plots, tangents, and absolute nonse

November 6, 2024

Page 95

"I think it is that way," said X's avatar, making a vague gesture. "Eh, that's fine, I don't think we can steer the balloon anyway." Melody sighs. "I wonder where we're going?" She smiles and looks over the side of the balloon. Hanging from the bottom of the balloon was what appeared to be a slightly smaller version of Melody. She looked up at her larger counterpart with wide eyes. "Song?" Melody said. "What are you doing here?" X's avatar peered over the side as well. "Anoth

November 4, 2024

Lost Pages

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November 3, 2024

Page 91

X's avatar waited on the rock, sorting sticks. There were so many different sizes of stick, so many different colors- it was chaos! Size would be easy enough to correct with his knife, but color? Perhaps paint would do the trick. He was in the middle of considering the merits of watercolor versus acrylic when his thoughts were interrupted by someone shouting his name. He looked up to see a young woman running at him. He barely had time to blink before she hugged him. "You're alive!" sh

November 3, 2024

Page 88

X's avatar fell to Melody's side, barely daring to breathe. No. It couldn't be. She couldn't be... There. A pulse. He let out a shuddering breath. But it was faint. Too faint. It hardly seemed like she was there at all. In fact... X's avatar reached out with his mind, confirming his suspicions. "She's been taken to the Land of Dreams," he said grimly. Nameless frowned. "The... what?" "A place of pure Light, just as the Void is a place of pure Darkness. In it is contained eve

November 1, 2024

Page 84

A woman stepped forth from the shadows. X's avatar gasped. She had skin of a slightly blueish tint, black hair, and looked so similar to him she could have been his sister. Which was, of course, impossible, as he'd been conjured into being directly by Narrator X. Nonetheless, the resemblance was undeniable. Who was she? And how had she stopped him from manipulating the wind? He tried again to conjure a storm, but the woman made a quick slashing motion with one of her hands. His control abru

October 31, 2024

Page 80

Once upon a time, there was a character that spoke for a Narrator. He did not have a name. The Narrator was named X, and so that was what he was called. When the Narrator needed him, he acted on their behalf. When it did not... he waited. Today he waited on a rock with a knife and a fallen branch. Stroke by stroke, he used the knife to scape fragments off of the piece of wood, turning it into... well, he wasn't sure what exactly it was turning into, but it was turning into something. P

October 29, 2024

Page 76

"Behold!" cried Dr Who Octopus. "The instrument of your demise!" Gerald observed the rather elaborate machine with a sigh. Spinning axe blades, check. Jets of fire, check. Large hammers pounding together rhythmically, check. Yup. He was about to be fed into an Evil Overlord Execution Machine of the most archetypical quality. And it had been such a wonderful Friday, too. "Is all this really necessary?" he asked. "I mean... I'm just a squid..." Dr Who Octopus chuckled. "Come now, Ge

October 21, 2024

Pages 50-57

Jaxevist made a rude sign at the mainland as the Crimson Tide sailed away from the dock. He hated- no, he despised the Stonelands. He'd only been there once- before this, of course- but once had been enough. He'd sworn never to return, both to himself and to his crew, and he'd been certain that- unlike many of his 'promises' - this one would hold. But, of course, nothing could stand the weight of gold. Not for Jaxevist. Probably should've charged more, he thought as he scrubbed himself

October 20, 2024

Page 42

Xino struck. He struck again. Each strike defined lines of brilliant light that blocked off the Witherlord's retreat. Each strike caused the Witherlord to shrink back further, his power dissipating. "That is for Trewee," Xino snarled. With a mighty swing, a beam of light shot from the spear, pinning the Witherlord in place. The dark figure gasped, black smoke rising up from the place where the light pierced his chest and instantly evaporating. He cringed backwards as Xino stepped towards hi

October 19, 2024

Page 31

Trewee hissed. He looked... wrong. Instead of a smooth, flowing shape, his surface was jagged and fractured. Black streaks ran through him, spreading out from his eye like black dye injected into gelatin. "What happened?" Sophie whispered. "He... he looks sick. Can watersprites get sick?" Xino frowned. "No, not usually. But it's not a big deal, I'll just..." He tried Narrating the stain away again, but nothing happened. He blinked. "...what?" He tried again. Nothing. "I... I can't Narr

October 18, 2024

Page 26

And then the world blew up, and everyone died. Sophie folded her arms. "Xino!" she chided. "What was that for?" Xino gave a snort and continued walking. "You know," Sophie called, hands on her hip. "I think I've finally figured you out." That caused Xino to pause. He turned around, one eyebrow raised. "Oh?" "You're jealous," she said with satisfaction. "Jealous of the stories that the rest of us create. Because you know you could never, in a million years create stories