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And then Kobold will Ponify it. It'd be the cutest High Epic ever. (Assuming Water Bear would be a High Epic given Tardigrade's insane real-world abilities.) In the mean time, instead of a Ponified Water Bear, feast your eyes upon this specimen:

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Failure. Getting things wrong. Not being good enough.

The Judge Dredd memes continue with a look at Dalinar at the end of Way of Kings And a Nietzsche one from the very end of WoK

Read one book, two more shall take its place! HAIL BRANDON!

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Kobold, I edited what you really meant to say.

This forum was recommended to me in a thread over at r/AskScienceFiction after I was asking some Cosmere-related questions. I've been making my way through Sanderson's books over the last few months (and discovering some new authors along the way) and I can definitely say I am excited about the fate of the Cosmere. So I look forward to talking to all of you!

Oh, I'll ponify the Water Bear all right. But you'll soon be wishing I hadn't. Sometimes I wonder if I take the pursuit of ponies too far... ...But then I say, nah. What's the worst that could happen?

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Here's Met-al's death scene. Hope you like it. After all of the hubbub with the last two deaths, the passengers turned on Met-al just before their departure. “Seixa wasn’t a Coinshot,” Vindication noted, “it must be him!” Met-al put his meaty hands up. “Met-al not know that Seixa was good guy! Seixa lied to us!” Everton Slade and Nails looked at Met-al suspiciously as well. “He’s surely big enough that he could he could easily hide a gun,” Nails said. “We should check him.” “NO!” Met-al shouted, ripping a seat up from its foundation on the passenger car and hurling it in Nails and Everton Slade’s direction. The two dove in opposite directions, barely missing the upholstered missile. “Conductor!” Vindication shouted. “We need you in here!” Met-al roared and pushed Vindication back, slamming her to the floor. “Met-al not think we need conductor!” Zane, Grind, and a few of the other men nearby rushed to try to subdue Met-al, but the big man swatted them away as if they were flies. Then, Met-al grabbed a table and hurled it at another group of clustered passengers. Bortholemew, Dow, and Penga all ducked behind a seat from the attack. Then, someone strode into the frantic passenger car, holding a briefcase and card in his hand, dressed in a dashing suit and tie. “Hold it!” he shouted. “Hold it! Uh, someone hired me to assassinate a certain… Met… al. Anyone know who that is?” Everyone stopped, except for Met-al, who swiped a large fist towards Leif Erikeller and Old Wolf, knocking both of them off their feet. The passengers that remained standing all pointed towards Met-al, who looked completely enraged. “Is that a koloss?” the assassin yelped. “Man, they never taught me how to deal with those things in training. Um, let me see here…” the assassin opened up his briefcase and took out a pistol. “Hmm… hopefully this will do.” The assassin closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, hoping that the bullet would end up hitting Met-al. The gun didn’t shoot. “Shoot!” the assassin cried. “It didn’t shoot! That doesn’t even…” the assassin didn’t get to finish as the full weight of Met-al crashed into him, blowing him into the back wall of the passenger car. “Ah, that hurt,” the assassin muttered. “Met-al not like being shot at!” Met-al roared, and grabbed the assassin’s gun, the pistol practically jumping straight out of his hand. Met-al pointed the gun at the assassin’s head, and pulled the trigger. Again, nothing happened. “Oh, oh, I see now!” the assassin said, looking at the gun. “I forgot to turn the safety off! Man, that is just so embarrassing that…” the assassin suddenly stopped as he heard Met-al flick the safety off. Met-al fired, only to find the bullet shot straight into his own skull. Met-al crashed to the floor of the car, shaking the entire cabin. “Ha!” the assassin yelled. “Ha ha! Backwards-firing pistol! Man, I’m such a genius. I should totally start marketing this thing. People would love it! Anyway, see you guys later!” With that, the eccentric assassin picked up his gun from the hulking corpse of Met-al, and literally leapt off of the passenger car.

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Comounders are in red. Atium Twinborns have a grey background. Click the image to enlarge it. You can also see it here. And yes, I have no life.

So I decided today to begin a story that I have the inspiration for the main character. Here's the very first paragraph I've written. Tell me what you think, and I would appreciate pure honesty here. I need to work on my writing more. "The hand let fall the mask. The mask which had rarely parted with the face for years. Its resounding clunks rang out in the empty dark. Rain filled the scars gouged in the face of the mask, whose twins lined the face of the man. The face which now turned towards the ground. Wet, dark hair hung to curtain the face from the world. A feeble barrier. Years of blackness had shown that the world was darker than any night. The mask had been a shield as much as an empowerment. The man of the mask had fallen. Kahad was only a man, and now he accepted it." Edit 1: Second Paragraph: "Kahad walked away from the mask. Behind him, in the dark rain, it stared lifelessly into the sky. Raising his head, Kahad looked at the city of death. There had been a time when he had thought it was a city of dreams, but the illusion had vanished and now he saw the truth of Al-Sarim: darkness never fades. When the sun rises, darkness only retreats to more hidden corners, but still lingers, spreading again as the sun falls. Kahad had been the sun. He had struggled to penetrate the darkness, and once finished, he had learned that simple truth of darkness. As the sun fell, so now did Kahad." Edit 2: Current Version:

Let's dicuss a Brandon Sanderson-themed amusement park. owo NOTE: I haven't really read many non-Cosmere works so I didn't include those, but this park would definitely include non-Cosmere stuff. I'm just not able to come up with any :/ Nor was I able to come up with a better name than "Brandon Sanderland". Also, I haven't read Warbreaker or Elantris in a while, so I was kind of ill-equipped to come up with theme park ideas for those heh. I sorted the ideas by series. EDIT: I do give credit to my cousin for some of these ideas, though most of them are mine. We talked for a good half hour about this SA -Right as you enter the park, there sits on a stool a Wit/Hoid lookalike who quips at everyone as they walk past -Herdazian food stalls, selling chouta and the like -Horneater food stalls as well (they're not REAL shells...) -A Windrunner-inspired rollercoaster -Choreographed Shard duels -Buy infused spheres as souvenirs -A facepainter that specializes in the Bridge Four forehead tattoos -The Barracks: a cozy outdoor restaurant that sells only Rock's stew -A Highstorm simulator -Maybe some 'ardents' walking around -rare: you might find a Worldsinger that can tell you about various Roshar cultures (info that's not in the books- but that isn't important enough to be a spoiler, so Brandon would be willing to make them privy to it and let them tell the theme park guests) -Tien's Rock Shop: they sell geodes, crystals, normal rocks, little fossils, whatever. In honor of Tien. (cries for eternity) -EDIT: THEY SELL STICKS IN THE GIFT SHOP MB -The Mistborn section is open a couple hours into the night, and they have fog machines to mimic the Mist (in addition, they play noises over the PA that mimic both passing Mistwraiths and Mistborns) -A large bookstore, in which, if you're lucky, you can find Elend reading (if you approach him, the most you can get out of him is book recommendations. they're all philosophy books.) or Brandon Sanderson himself! -Wayne's Hatterie -There's a ride kind of like the Tower of Terror, but it's based on ironpulling/steelpushing -OH also food stalls that sell baywraps -a haunted house. Not sure what would be in it, but the MB section is the right place to have it because there's some eerie stuff in that series -maybe a Kelsier actor walking around laughing and such. -MISTBORN, the ROLLERCOASTER. a very up&down rollercoaster that takes place in a dark building fiilled with Mist so you can't see where you're going. c: -A restaurant-inn-combo themed after Club's shop/the crew's hideout. Complete with chalkboards -Luthadel balls, complete with Elend's reading nook, which he usually occupies and is sometimes accompanied by Vin herself!! WB -The T'Telir section is bursting with color n stuff -Stay at a hotel where they treat you like a Returned for the duration of your stay (minus the feeding on Breath and petitioning, of course. haha.) -^This would include getting your very own Returned name -A storyteller. (Hoid) Elantris -The gift shops sell mock Seons -Get an Aon based name maybe? -Street artist who sketches you as an Elantrian (uh, the healthy kind) -ELANTRIS, the ride: a tour of the city (not the whole city- kind of structured like the Small World ride in Disney World. but without any obnoxious singing) Other? -there would be various Hoids throughout the park- some hidden, some not. Some insult you, some tell you witty stories, some perform music, all may disappear without explanation -"Magic" shows where the magician simulates various Brandon magic systems

That seems rather, time consuming.

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Fun fact about Featherwriter: The first time she ever played Cards against Humanity was waiting in line at the Words of Radiance release camp out. We played with the "BYU approved" version, so we took a lot of cards out, but man it was fun and I got hooked. (Even though I lost that game horribly.) But you know what that game needed? COSMERE THEMED CARDS. Fret not, dear fandom. I am here to help. Here are 60 calls (black cards) and 153 responses (white cards) ready to use. I wrote most of these about a year ago, but only got around to putting them into a usable format about a month ago. So what are you gonna get? There's some cards that are... of a salacious nature, but nothing egreiously bad. There's some things that are extremely obscure. There's some things that are hopefully funny on their own, and others you'll have to use creatively. Some jokes from the 17S side of the fandom, and some from the tumblr side. Just a crazy mix all around. You can play these cards online with your friends through Pretend You're Xyzzy or print out your own or whatever you'd like to do with them. However, I'd ask that if you're going to use them, try to give me credit somewhere? I put a lot of time and effort into these cards and I'm rather pleased with them! Let me know what you think!

Hi! My name is Michael and I am a newbie here)

Stop that. We don't have enough of an ichor alcohol budget for lifeless threads.

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This is why one should not forsake the ground. She gets angry when you leave her all alone.

They already have a Harry Potter theme park, why not Sanderland. My personal ideas - The Hoids should have specific alleyways and other dead ends with a secret entrance to underground cave system so that they can literally appear out of nowhere - Sharders should get a slight discount related to there reputation level -Visitors should get prizes related to the part of the park there in if they out wit Hoid Shallen or other super witty charecters. Same with reckoners in Newcago -The Shardpool in Elantris should be a relaxation spa. - Upon entering the park you are given a card that you scan to get into different parts of the park. When it is scanned a small piece of paper is printed out that gives you a name and rank (such as ahn nahn, scaa or noble) for that area

Another One Bites the Dust!

"If everyone is looking for something what do you seek?" "A good reason to die. That is what every being with a soul truly seeks, I think." "A reason to die? I'd say looking forward to finding one is already finding it. You probably meant a good reason to live." "They are the same, child, and I hope that when you learn why it isn't the same way I did. Learning this will make you a better woman." EDIT: changed the wording to better fit the characters. Yes, I am that obsessive. EDIT2: Context: the character who is looking for a reason to die is an Ember, a powerful magic user who had his potential awakened by a near death experience, in his case a suicide attempt. Embers only last a couple years at most, so he is looking for a cause in wich his last days will be able to make a difference.

Food and drink: Popeye's spinach and Captain America's super serum. Series: Golden Age Superman comics, with all of his totally insane creative solutions to everyday problems. Cell number: Coast Guard. Pet: Giant eagle. Random item: Syndrome's zero-point energy beams. I know it's with the understanding that I wouldn't leave, but don't stop a Slytherclaw from trying.

Phobia: Taxidermy. Every time I look at a mounted deer head I find my heart pounding and my attitude suddenly becoming one of quiet fear. I simply can't relax knowing there's one of those freakish, staring stuffed carcasses in the room with me. Which sucks, since I live in Texas, where everyone and their dog wants you to see the massive buck head hanging in their home or place of business. More-or-Less Legitimate Fear: Animals under my care dying. When I was a kid I was responsible for the family chicken coop, and one night raccoons exploited a flaw in the coop design and massacred forty of them. The next morning I found forty dead and mutilated chickens, and a few more who were so painfully wounded my father had to mercy-kill them. While I know it wasn't my fault--I was only twelve, and not responsible for the coop design--it had a big impact on me. Every night I feel the compulsion to check the coop multiple times before going to bed, to the point that some nights I've actually gotten out of bed and gone outside in the middle of the night to make sure the coop is properly sealed. I'm terrified of having the birds trusted into my care slaughtered by some sadistic wild animal, all because of a simple and easily fixable farmyard error.

Cleo II and Leo I stood on the roof of Keep Venture. It was night and the mists were out. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Cleo asked. "I don't understand why Mother doesn't like to be out at night." "Probably has to do with something that happened before the Lord Ruler came and raised Venture high." Leo picked up the bottle of wine that he had brought up and poured a cup. "You know I don't like the way wine makes people act." Cleo said, nervous. "Burn some pewter. You can't get drunk while burning it." Leo took a long sip. He was 12 years old, while Cleo was 14. Mother wouldn't let them do anything important until they grew up, but they still had good fun with mists at night. Cleo hesitantly took a cup and sipped at it. "This is good." Cleo said, surprised. "Yeah, pretty good." Leo grinned at her slyly. "Want some more?" "Of course." Cleo finished up the glass. "I love watching the mists. They're soothing." "Always." Leo nodded. -- Just some roleplay. Kids acting up, drinking alcohol, watching mists, could assassinate my House Lady at any time... You know how it goes. Edit: This game is spilling over into other topics!

Hello everyone! Until I get done with my big response post (which should be done tomorrow), I will be closing this topic. I think the points have been made and there's not much need to continue making them, honestly. I will be addressing everything soon!

Station 4: Sidetracked (Many thanks to Phattemer, for writing his impending death scene.) Seixa grinned as he looked around the car. There were lots of nice people around, and some were even talking about cake! Suddenly he looked up. Someone was talking about him! “Oh Harmony…” he whispered to himself. Did they think he was a member of the Coinshot Clan? But Seixa had never fired a gun in his life! Of course, he had shot a few coins, but that was all behind him now. What was that man’s name? Ah, Grind! But why on Scadrial would he suspect Seixa of all people! “Excuse me, Grind?” He walked over to the heavyset man and took a seat. “Why do you think I could kill someone?” “Well… I mean, not necessarily kill someone yourself, you seem far too genteel and refined, not to mention stylish! But I heard you were hoarding money from that gambling game in the Passenger Car!” Seixa was shocked. “But that was to help everybody! Nobody lost, except the conductor!” “Ah, but some of us think you’re trying to hire that shady character who’s been floating around these parts.” “The assassin? I would never…” Seixa began, then stopped. Grind wasn’t interested in what he had to say. “Look everybody, here’s all the money I have! I didn’t get any more than anyone else!” Met-al leaned in a little closer. “Hmm! So if this and this add up, carry the five, subtract two… he’s lying! Everyone, he must be a Coinshot! Why else would he lie to us?” “But I wasn’t!” Seixa cut off with a gasp. More and more people were closing in. Some had their fists clenched, looking to enact revenge. “Wait! All we have is Met-al’s word! Did anyone do the math themselves?” some other person said. The mob shuffled their feet, and eventually turned toward Met-al. “No no no. He obviously used the extra coins to tell his fellow Coinshots what to do! Get him!” Met-al shouted, driven to a frenzy by the mob surrounding him. “Stop! There is no extra coins! Met-al is just bad at math! We shouldn’t lynch him though! Why not Nails!” The crowd turned. Nails was asleep in the corner. Met-al wasn’t having any of it. “CONDUCTOR! WE NEED A CONDUCTOR IN HERE!” he yelled, but the conductor was asleep too, and didn’t notice. Part of the crowd turned back. They were well and truly split now. Now someone was saying that they would hire the assassin, and make them do nothing. Nails woke with a start. “What! Where? Who? Me? No! I was asleep! Don’t kill me!” After hearing this, the crowd laughed, and almost everyone left him, to stand menacingly close to Seixa and Met-al. Seixa frowned. “I didn’t even want you to lynch him, and now it’s Met-al or me! Well I’m not a Coinshot, so let’s go get Met-al!” Quite a few of the crowd were now looking at Met-al appraisingly, but would it be enough? It seemed like more than half! Finally, the conductor walked in. “All right, settle down, settle down. EVERYONE TO A SEAT! NOW! Now, who thinks this here Seixa is a low-down dirty skulldugerrin’ Coinshot Clanner?” Many of them raised their hands. The conductor took names, writing them on an undersized notepad. “And how many for Met’al?” It was less. Seixa groaned. “Seixa, you’d better be coming with me.” Seixa was dismayed. But he wasn’t guilty! “Met-al. You’ll see. You’ll see when we’re done. You know what you’ve done. You’ll pay…. for a drink!” Seixa jerked free and gave everyone on the train a free drink, except the people who had voted for him. “Ha! You all will pay!” He then went with the conductor, quietly and sadly. Seixa would never see his six pet bunnies again. Not even the baby one. “On your knees!” The group in the train car paused. Had they done the right thing? It was too late to change their decision, anyway… The crack of a gunshot broke the silence. Maybe…. just maybe, he was a nice Coinshot? Then their hopes were dashed when the conductor walked back in. “Yup. He- was- clean!” After that, the passengers broke into a frenzy. “Impossible!” some exclaimed. “We’re doomed,” muttered others. “Life is over and I’ve never found inner peace!” “All is lost!” Then, among the cacophonous din, a second shot rang out in the confined cabin, and everyone turned to look at Senn Conrad-Tekiel, whose body was now limp, an expertly-aimed shot to the heart marking him dead. The crowd fell silent, as they had for the third time in their experience on The Steelway Express. “Wonderful,” Gavin Gardre muttered to himself, going back up to the front of the train, “just wonderful.” After all of the hubbub with the last two deaths, the passengers turned on Met-al just before their departure. “Seixa wasn’t a Coinshot,” Vindication noted, “it must be him!” Met-al put his meaty hands up. “Met-al not know that Seixa was good guy! Seixa lied to us!” Everton Slade and Nails looked at Met-al suspiciously as well. “He’s surely big enough that he could he could easily hide a gun,” Nails said. “We should check him.” “NO!” Met-al shouted, ripping a seat up from its foundation on the passenger car and hurling it in Nails and Everton Slade’s direction. The two dove in opposite directions, barely missing the upholstered missile. “Conductor!” Vindication shouted. “We need you in here!” Met-al roared and pushed Vindication back, slamming her to the floor. “Met-al not think we need conductor!” Zane, Grind, and a few of the other men nearby rushed to try to subdue Met-al, but the big man swatted them away as if they were flies. Then, Met-al grabbed a table and hurled it at another group of clustered passengers. Bortholemew, Dow, and Penga all ducked behind a seat from the attack. Then, someone strode into the frantic passenger car, holding a briefcase and card in his hand, dressed in a dashing suit and tie. “Hold it!” he shouted. “Hold it! Uh, someone hired me to assassinate a certain… Met… al. Anyone know who that is?” Everyone stopped, except for Met-al, who swiped a large fist towards Leif Erikeller and Old Wolf, knocking both of them off their feet. The passengers that remained standing all pointed towards Met-al, who looked completely enraged. “Is that a koloss?” the assassin yelped. “Man, they never taught me how to deal with those things in training. Um, let me see here…” the assassin opened up his briefcase and took out a pistol. “Hmm… hopefully this will do.” The assassin closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, hoping that the bullet would end up hitting Met-al. The gun didn’t shoot. “Shoot!” the assassin cried. “It didn’t shoot! That doesn’t even…” the assassin didn’t get to finish as the full weight of Met-al crashed into him, blowing him into the back wall of the passenger car. “Ah, that hurt,” the assassin muttered. “Met-al not like being shot at!” Met-al roared, and grabbed the assassin’s gun, the pistol practically jumping straight out of his hand. Met-al pointed the gun at the assassin’s head, and pulled the trigger. Again, nothing happened. “Oh, oh, I see now!” the assassin said, looking at the gun. “I forgot to turn the safety off! Man, that is just so embarrassing that…” the assassin suddenly stopped as he heard Met-al flick the safety off. Met-al fired, only to find the bullet shot straight into his own skull. Met-al crashed to the floor of the car, shaking the entire cabin. “Ha!” the assassin yelled. “Ha ha! Backwards-firing pistol! Man, I’m such a genius. I should totally start marketing this thing. People would love it! Anyway, see you guys later!” With that, the eccentric assassin picked up his gun from the hulking corpse of Met-al, and literally leapt off of the passenger car. Vote Tally: Seixa (5): Jain, Grind, Locke, Penga, Old Wolf, Met-al Met-al (4): Seixa, Vindication, Everton Slade, Nails Bortholemew the Blind (1): Zane Locke (1): Symmer Ghetti Vindication (1): Senn Conrad-Tekiel Nails (1): Bortholemew the Blind Jain (1): Neo Penga (1): Leif Erikeller Doctor McNinja (1): Dow Seixa was lynched! He was a Passenger. Senn Conrad-Tekiel was killed! He was a Passenger too. Met-al was assassinated! He was also a Passenger. Station 4 begins now, and will end in 22 and a half hours. There will be another Assassin available today. Good luck!

"I'm sorry," Leila said as she handed Danny a mug of hot tea, "You know I'm not good with criers." A radiant smile spread across Danny's face as he wiped away his most recent tears. "Thanks! That's okay, I'm just being a baby anyways. I guess it just wasn't meant to be, right?" Leila shrugged. Cassandra wasn't Leila's favorite out of the string of girlfriends Danny had acquired since they started University, but she certainly wasn't her least favorite. "I guess not. Can I do anything for you?" Danny took a sip of his tea, flinched upon realizing how hot it was, and set down his mug. "No, I should be fine. Just being a baby, as per-usual." He fell backward, lying on her apartment floor next to the coffee table. Leila, comfortable with silence, sipped at her tea, and began poking around on her computer, checking if a professor had returned her latest e-mail. When he was heart-broken, Danny just needed time to process his emotions aloud. Leila certainly wasn't good at consoling people, or at solving emotional woes, but she was an old hand at listening to Danny vent. "Man love sucks. I just can't believe its over. Things seemed like they were going so well. What?" he asked, responding to the quirk in Leila's lips. "It's nothing." "Leila, you don't need to shelter me. Actually, if you told me right now that Cassie was an angel sent down just for me, and that's its all my fault things didn't work out, I might believe you, so a little harsh criticism might do me some good." Leila snorted. "Fine. Since you've had a bad day, I'll ignore the blatant sexism in your assumption that any woman's sole purpose could possibly be ''just for you'." "I appreciate the sympathy, oh wise critic of man's failing." Danny sat up straight, giving a mock bow. Leila swatted the back of his head in response. "Ow! I thought you said you were ignoring my blatant sexism today!" "I was. But then you decided to use the word 'man' to refer to the entire human species, over half of which happens to be female." Leila rolled her eyes and took another sip of her tea, preparing what she was going to say next. "Look, I know you were 'in love' with her, but honestly Danny, Cassie was kind of stuck up. She was always picking at poking at you, making sure your shirt's were neat, and that your hair wasn't stick up at odd angles, like she knew what was best for you." "Exactly! I loved that! Being with her made me want to be so much... better than I am. Isn't that healthy for a relationship?" Leila sighed impatiently. "Perhaps. But Danny, sometimes it seemed less like she was trying to make you a better person, and more like she was trying to make you less you. Plus, your communication styles were completely incompatible." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Danny, you're a talker. You need to process your thoughts verbally. You ask obvious questions, not because you can't figure out the answer, but because asking them out-loud helps you understand better. Cassandra, being the perfectionist she is, has difficulty going over the same problem or topic again and again. Your talking made her impatient, and she wasn't good at sitting and listening to what you had to say." Danny frowned, thinking Leila's words through. She could see him resisting the urge to rephrase what she had said in his own words, or to ask questions he already knew the answers to. "I guess that makes sense," he said finally, obviously trying too hard to not prove Leila right. "But that's just focusing on the bad stuff. Cassie is amazing. I mean, she smart and athletic. She loves the outdoors, and is passionate about changing the world. Aaand, we had the best conversations. Like, about the meaning of life and stuff. Sure, I guess we had some issues, but what couple doesn't?" "Danny, it's not that you had issues that is important, it's the issues that you had. Common interests and conversational compatibility are fine and good, but if you can't problem solve as a couple, I'm sorry but the relationship is just doomed." Danny flopped back down onto the floor, his tea remaining forgotten on the coffee table. "I guess I just need time to figure things out. Remember who I am on my own, and all that jazz. You're probably right, and it will just take me a while for the rose-coloured glasses to wear off so I can see clearly." Leila resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Invariably, a 'while' for Danny really meant until he found someone new to be the object of his affections. Until that happened, Cassandra would continue to be the gorgeous and brilliant goddess he would do anything to win back. Leila hated seeing Danny beating himself up again and again over girls who, through no fault of theirs or his, just weren't right for him. She would have given almost anything to make him see his memories clear and objectively, without his cursed idealism getting in the way. "So, I need to get my mind off things. What's new with you?" Leila poured herself another mug of tea, ignoring Danny's still full one. "You know, same old. I'm waiting to hear back from Professor Hadrian about my latest assignment. The rubric he gave us wasn't very clear, and the syllabus is of no help. I need to know what he wants before I can proceed, but the man can't seem to find time to check his email. It looks like it'll be two days of clicking 'refresh' until he gets back to me, and then an all-nighter to get the actual assignment done... And what's that for?" Danny, who had been rolling his eyes, froze in place. "Nothing, it's just you being you. I sit down and pour my heart out, but all you're worrying about is school." "Maybe that's because I came to college to actually learn things, not chase girls around campus." "Come on! I mean, I get that you have your priorities figured out and everything, but surely there must be someone you have a crush on, or have at least noticed. I'm a bleeding heart here; give me the goods!" "All right, drama queen. I know you would love it if I was falling head over heels for some Adonis in my stats class, but the truth is, I'm not. Maybe some day, getting into a relationship will be important to me, but right now, it's the least of my concerns." "Well, it's not like falling in love is something you choose, Leila. It just happens, like getting struck by lightning." "Maybe for you that's the case. If it's true for everyone, I guess I'm just lucky to be lightning free." "But don't you get lonely? Don't you want someone to cuddle with on a cold night, or that you can trust to be there no matter what? Someone who you can see having a future with, so that you can build a life together? I mean, I get that you'd prefer to write a paper for extra credit, but we're talking about love here. Even though it hurts like crazy, most people agree that it's worth it." Leila let out an exasperated sigh and gave Danny a flat look. "Look, Danny, I know that you view all of this love stuff as true, but personally I just don't agree. You talk about feelings that overpower your sense of reason, and make you want to compromise yourself for another person, but I've never felt that way about anyone. For all I know, love is just a fantasy people create to give themselves hope or something." "You can't believe that!" "I'm not saying I do, I'm saying that I don't know. But honestly that makes more sense to me than putting myself through the emotional turmoil you go through each time it doesn't work out." As soon as she said it, Leila realized she had gone too far, but it was too late to take it back. "So that's you think, that I'm doing this to myself? That I choose to feel this way?" "Danny, that's not what I meant and you know it!" Danny let out his breath all at once, blowing his brown curls temporarily away from his face. "Fine, whatever. Don't believe in love then." Slowly, a sly grin began to slide across his face. "That just leaves more ladies for yours truly." Leila rolled her eyes and turned back to her email, happy to finally hear the sound of Danny's laughter. "You should have seen the look on your face!" Euphoria's vision swam as the latest memory faded from view. The field was mostly empty now, except for the guards surrounding the energy epic's prison. She and Insight hovered across from each other, seeming to be the only spots of colour in a sea of black and white. Euphoria still hadn't figured out what he had done to her, or how his power to view her memories worked, but it seemed like some sort of more powerful form of incorporeality. Buttercup strode in between them, close enough to touch if Euphoria had still had the ability to do so. "Broadcast, I need you to contact Monokill and send her to the park. She's needed for surveillance." The words were muffled, as if coming from behind a closed door or from under water. Monokill's a good choice. It had been difficult, seeing the snippets of Rainmaker and the other Queens dealing with the situation without her in between memory sessions with Insight. Either they were making mistakes she could have corrected with ease, or they were managing fine, and demonstrating how little they really needed her. Funny, when its my powers that are concerned, I'd rather be anything but important, but any threats to my management position and I'm up in arms. While the thought was of trifling amusement, the moment of good cheer did not last long. There was a reason why Euphoria didn't feel the same about her management duties as she did about her powers. People weren't constantly trying to kill her because she was good at managing people. Buttercup took off suddenly, streaking off into the distance. Insight frowned, before moving too fast for Euphoria's eyes to follow. That's new, does he have super speed as well? Before she could finish the thought, she found Insight's hand on her shoulder. He was wearing gloves and long, tight sleeves, no doubt to protect him from her powers, which required skin contact. Does that mean my powers might work on him, even like this? "Come on, let's go. We can finish once we know what those two are up to." Euphoria snorted. "You can't possibly expect us to catch up with Buttercup floating like this. She's already out of sight." In response, Insight only pointed. Following his gesture, Euphoria found Buttercup, hanging in the sky as if frozen. Upon closer inspection, Euphoria could see the Chief of Security was still moving, but slowly, as if passing through molasses. "You slowed her down?" If Insight could affect time, then he was even more powerful than she originally thought. Insight smiled grimly, shaking his head. Reaching out, he grabbed her firmly by the wrist, and started floating off in the same direction as Buttercup. As they approached, Buttercup began moving more quickly again, but not fast enough to lose them completely. Even if I can use my powers on him, he knows too much for me to surprise him like I did with Fast-Forward. And even if I did escape, I'd be trapped like this until I starve to death. At the moment, Euphoria didn't know what was more frightening, the thought of allowing Insight to learn more about her past, or of starving to death unseen and unheard in a city overflowing with plenty. Rainmaker landed on the Harrison Street Bridge without much ceremony. She had made a quick detour back to her home to change out of her sparkling costume in favour of comfortable black pants, a fashionable top, and a dark knee-length rain coat. Her skin still shone faintly in the darkness, but she did her best to keep it to a minimum, for once not wanting to draw undue attention to herself. That would have to wait until Hypno and Buttercup arrived. Seeing Hypno nowhere, in sight, Rainmaker flipped open her mobile. I'm here. You know how I feel about waiting.

Long distance relationships never workout, especially when the ground is involved.

Station 5: Boiling Point The temperature had somehow seemed to grow hotter later into the evening, however that was possible. The sun still hung just above the horizon as The Steelway Express pulled into its next stop: Vindiel-Cameux, another large town bustling with activity, even less than an hour before dusk. Restaurants flourished with activity, elegantly-dressed lords and ladies walking in and out with practically no heed to the summertime heat. In the hustle and bustle of the evening, there seemed an almost serene sense of order and refinement in what was going on in town. For the passengers remaining aboard The Steelway Express, this was not exactly the case. Several almost full-blown brawls developed between them before they even reached the station, arguments and insults being thrown every which way, but most of them directed towards Neo and Vindication. Gavin Gardre had to separate the passengers that were causing the most of a ruckus as they exited the train onto the large boarding platform. “Let’s take a moment to relax,” Gavin said, which was rather uncharacteristic of him. Then again, with what he had to deal with this afternoon, after the past several stations, perhaps that is just what the man needed. A time to relax. “We’ve reached the boiling point here, friends,” Gavin smiled, fanning his face with his hand to try and stop the incessant heat. “At this point, the Coinshot Clan won’t even need to do their work, because we’ll just tear each other apart. You’ve had the time to talk… or fight, maybe… it over, so we’re doing this democratically. There are two suspects I’ve heard spoken here: Vindication,” Gavin nodded to the woman, whose hair was mussed up from hours of argument, “and Neo,” Gavin acknowledged him as well. “Those of you who suspect Neo, raise your hand.” Four hands shot up, Vindication trying to reach up the highest. Gavin nodded. “Those of you who suspect Vindication, raise your hand.” Four hands were raised. A few of them gave curious glances, as if searching for someone. Counting over, Gavin realized that there were only 14 passengers present. Someone got kicked off in all the excitement? he wondered. He had to hope that it wasn’t one of the Clan members, trying to escape. “Well,” Gavin sighed, “there’s our dilemma, isn’t it?” Gavin paused. “You sir!” Gavin shouted, pointing over at Leif Erikeller. “I heard that you changed your opinion towards the end there, pal.” “You-- you heard that?” Leif asked, his face blanching. “I…” “What exactly was your reasoning there?” Gavin asked, cocking his head and leaning forward. Leif stuttered. “I… I wanted my voice to be heard… I did what she told me.” Gavin nodded, but spoke nothing. “I see.” Gavin looked down, contemplating. When he raised his head, he had a pistol pointed at Vindication’s skull. Vindication froze, shocked. Gavin fired the gun. Time seemed to slow as the bullet struck Vindication straight on the bridge of her nose, and she fell, dead, like the other seven that had died before her. “What-- why?” Leif asked. Gavin scowled. “Someone’s gotta make the choices here, kid. I can only hope that the one I just made was a good one. Search her. Look for anything she has with the insignia of four overlapping coins.” Several of the other passengers quickly went through Vindication’s belongings. All too soon, they knew the answer. Leif looked up from her, and shook his head. “She wasn’t one of them.” Gavin clenched his fists. “Get on the train,” he grumbled, and the passengers complied, lining up in front of the passenger car’s doors. There was suddenly a loud crash, and someone in the city yelled, “Wait! Wait for me!” The passengers looked to see who could’ve made that sound, and then the familiar wail of a gunshot rang out, striking Leif Erikeller in the back. Suddenly, all eyes were on him, rather than the person who had just been yelling. “So many dead…” Grind muttered. “Maybe we should start packing first aid kits,” Zane said, rolling his eyes. “Hey guys!” a voice shouted from behind. Everyone whirled around to see an assassin -- in fact, the same one that had sort-of-cleverly killed Met-al earlier today. “Sorry, Grind, but I’m gonna have to kill you. Terribly sorry!” The assassin picked up a pistol, pointed it directly at himself, and fired. The bullet went out the back of the pistol, as it had done with Met-al earlier, and struck the side of Grind’s ribcage. “Bad accuracy with this thing,” the assassin frowned, checking the pistol’s backwards barrel. “Oh well, your friend should be dead in about a minute from heavy internal bleeding. So, see ya guys later!” The assassin took off, and Grind immediately took something out of his pocket. “Well, what do you know?” he smirked. “Someone just gave me a medical kit. Could someone help me get this incredibly lethal wound patched?” Several of the passengers shrugged, and ran over to help cover his wound. “He’s probably got until the next station to live,” Doctor McNinja announced. “Wow, that is a terrifyingly specific timeframe,” Grind frowned. “Are you sure you’re a doctor?” “Of course I am,” Doctor McNinja said, barely a hint of laughter on his face. “Now let’s hop to it.” Vote Tally: Vindication (4): Jain, Grind, Everton Slade, Neo, Old Wolf Neo (4): Zane Tevison, Vindication, Leif Erikeller, Dow Grind (1): Locke Doctor McNinja (1): Bort Locke (1): Doctor McNinja Leif (1): Penga Vindication was lynched! She was a Passenger! Leif Erikeller was killed! He was also a Passenger! Grind was saved by a Medical Kit! He has 1 cycle left to live! Station 5 begins now, and will end in 22-and-a-half hours. There will be no Assassin today. Good luck!

Saphir Wystin woke suddenly. The night air carried a chill That had nothing to do with the frozen ground.

It is an honor and pleasure to be a part of your community. I've never done anything like this before, but I have such admiration for Brandon and his work that I have found myself surfing through the forums. You guys are amazing. Such detailed theories, such depth! I aspire to one day write epic fantasy, and it's communities like this that make it all worth the work and hair pulling. After a few weeks of being a guest on here, itching to give my own two-cent perspectives I decided to give in a create an account. I'm currently working on some Realmatic theory, as I believe I found the fodder Brandon has been pulling from to create his three-tier realm. More on that later. Again. Thank you for creating and being a part of such an excellent community and, as Lift would say, stay awesome! I'd hate to create a whole thread just to introduce myself so: it would be great if you guys wanted to say hello by telling me about your favorite theories! It doesn't even necessarily have to involve the books. Crazy stuff that's stuck out to you in your own experiences. Be it literature, quantum mechanics, or life. I'm a philosopher and love some good ole' speculative rambling. Have a glass of port and ramble away! (Copy and pasting is most allowable)

When you see your brother playing this game and think "He has a spren. He has surgebinding. He has a talking sword. I think a game developer has been reading Sanderson."

Just for amusement. Remember when I said the Lovers had a code? No code is complete without a help-sheet

Yayy! I've infected the forum with knowledge of tardigrades!

I could get behind that. It's sweet and it adds a good moral chapter to her character arc. And, uh, sorry if we keep bothering you with our complaints.

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I am fascinated with tardigrade now and really want to see an Epic named "Water Bear" with tardigrade powers. That is all.

I think of it this way. Shardblades are spren, and spren are splinters of a shard. Syl with the whole tiny piece of a god thing. Shardblades on Roshar occur when you take that big piece of a god and solidify it into a sword. Nightblood is the reverse. You take an existing sword, then you force feed shard pieces into it until it fills to bursting. It's still an invested sword with splinter-level power (literally a large portion of a Shard in the form of a blade, hence shardblade), but it's metal rather than spren-stuff.

Well this will be a short day. I still don't know how Phat managed to argue all-freaking-day about how he shouldn't have had the coins due to "game relevance" and then, only at the very end, decide to bring out the fact that he forgot to put in his order for his bet on Cycle 1. If my coin count was called into jeopardy by a miscount, I would've been scouring my PMs and trying to find out the "why" of it rather than just wait; especially if I was being so adamant in thread! I would've been looking for any piece that might exonerate me. But I can't speak for Phat's actions. I can only speak for mine. I made the best decision at the time, based on the information I had. My logic was sound based off what I had to work with. I fully understand how this looks and if/when you all want to lynch me, by all means. It won't help you get any closer to finally killing one of the CCs, but it's perfectly understandable. I will spend the cycle looking over everything that I can and I will provide my final thoughts at the end, so that when I am revealed to be a passenger, hopefully something within it will help the rest of you afterwards. Best of luck! EDIT: Evidently, I'm dead! So I guess you already know the outcome of all of this!

I loved it when I was reading the massive hardcover WoK I got from the library (I have a paperback now) and when I got the even more massive WoR hardcover. If somebody tried to talk to me I'd just hold the book up menacingly. Everyone was afraid of me. It was awesome. Of course, I couldn't properly enjoy it because, you know, I was in Roshar at the time.

The thing that probably trips me up the most is pronunciations. Redoing all of mine after finding out they were wrong is still difficult, even though I'm someone who reads them aloud a lot. Notable examples, with my bad pronunciations: Renarin (I said RIN-uh-rin instead of ren-AHR-in) - my darling son and I don't even know how to say his name??? Shallan (I said SHAH-lin instead of shuh-LAWN) - girl, why is your name weird like that Jasnah, Jah Keved, Jakamav, Jezrien - all those "J's" are probably supposed to be "Y" sounds right? Adolin (I said AH-doh-lin instead of AY-doh-lin) - I get tripped up on Adonalsium too. Why those long A sounds??? Demoux and Renoux (I said ren-OH and dem-OH instead of ren-OO and dem-OO) - Literally there's no excuse for this one even. I SPEAK FRENCH. It rhymes with genoux and roux??? If it were "oh" it'd be "eaux". French Pronunciation 101 and Feather messed it up. Other kinds of misconceptions are, but not limited to: Forgetting that Shallan is allergic to flowers (She's a botanist who's allergic to flowers, how do I forget that?) That whole thing about Dalinar supposed to be unhandsome (Lol Brandon, you're wrong, Dalinar is definitely a hot dad) Forgetting that Denth is supposed to be a bad guy (But I liiiiiike him) Mraize is probably not actually as sexy as I imagine him (Sorry, meanwhile I'm being garbage over here) Spheres are way smaller than I usually think of them (Thumbnail sized? Really??? That's so tiny!!!) Marsh probably had blonde hair (I forget that Marsh and Kelsier looked similar soooo often) ...okay looking over these I see that "characters are probably not actually as attractive as I imagine them to be" seems to be a trend. Welp. *shrugs*