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Era leaned most of her weight on Astick’s bony shoulder as she carefully climbed onto the wooden crate. She settled herself, then accepted her cane as Astick handed it up. “Bless you sir.” Astick grinned a toothless grin and gave a little bow as he backed away. Era grasped the cane tightly before her, and stood ramrod straight. “We’re at an important crossroads here, so you young’uns listen up.” She waited as people began to quiet, elbowing others into paying attention. “Luthadel is beset by enemies, both on the outside and the inside. Lekal’s goons are running around in the Survivor’s mist, killing us left and right, and we have a group of Rogue Mistborn trying to kill them, mostly by killing any of us that even might be taking Lekal’s coin. We all have a few people we suspect have their pockets full, but that’s no longer the issue. We have to find the most dangerous of our enemies first, as they’ll be killing us the sooner. So I’d like to call a vote.” She raised her cane and pointed at three people. “Astick, Doma, and Varuun.” Astick, the nice old man started, and mouthed “but I helped you.” Varuun carefully made his way towards her, then stood with hands clasped, watching attentively. Doma leaned against the wall, making no moves. “I’m fairly certain, given everything we’ve seen since Lekal’s arrival, that one of those three is Zane the Mad. Does anyone disagree?” Amid the low rumbling of assent, Laila, the Noblewoman who had been so outspoken against Elend, stood up on her own table with the help of a servant. Era cursed under her breath. Anyone but her, please, let me die of old age before I hear that pretentiousness again. “I agree that the Mistborn must be hunted. And I would like to direct everyone’s attention to Varuun.” Everyone looked at the man, who looked back stoically. “Everyone has seen Zane the Mad before. He was used as a messenger when our ‘noble King’s Father arrived to assume his place. And yet, none of us can find a man who looks like Zane anymore.” She pointed dramatically at the man again, emphasizing her words. “This man can change his appearance faster than anyone I know. I once saw him duck into an alley, and come out with a different color of skin! He’s a master of disguise! Far more likely to be Zane than Astick!” “Hear hear!” Astick called out, shaking his cane at Varuun. Huh. That was actually somewhat logical, if hard to verify. “Well, I tend to agree. Varuun needs to go.” Snip and Makail both yelled out their agreement. Varuun cocked his head. “Why do you lie to defend Astick so much Laila? Are you so desperate to kill me? Did you not hear the excellent arguments posed by the honorable Era?” He turned and nodded to the old Terriswomen. “Your argument is correct madam. Zane is the greatest threat to everyone in this city, and out. Killing me would only hasten his slaughter of everyone in this building.” Era hesitated as the man’s eyes burned into her. But before she could say anything, Astick spoke up. “Laila is right, you heard her, Varuun is extremely suspicious, and needs to be killed before he kills anymore of us!” Era looked back and forth between the two of them. Varuun nodded his head, directing her gaze to Doma, still leaning against the wall, not intervening whatsoever. She made a snap decision. “It’s Doma. It’s definitely Doma.” Varuun turned to the room at large. “Doma is Zane everyone. Aname, Ford, will you help me restrain him?” Ford looked to Era, who nodded. He stepped up. “I will. We will deal with You and Astick later.” Aname slowly shook her head. “I think it’s Laila, I think she’s Vin. That’s why she dislikes Elend so much, she abandoned him.” Makail stepped up in her place, ignoring her words. “I’ll help.” The three strode purposefully towards Doma, who continued to not move. Ford and Makail both lunged forward, each grabbing an arm, Varuun was a step behind, and grabbed the man’s neck, slamming him backwards into the wall. The two dimensional body fell away, leaving each of them awkwardly holding an appendage. Varuun tilted the papery head of Doma sideways, then looked around the room, mouth agape. “What, what is this?” Ford knelt, and picked up the thin body. “It weighs practically nothing! Was he ever even here?” “Well no one just stand around!” Era’s shout snapped them to attention. “Don’t let him survive! Go out there and find him!” A Divine Image Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face. Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress. I know you checked this Fura The human dress is forgéd iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge. —William Blake Rathmaskal was lynched, but survived! Vote Count: Rath (4): Elandera, Fura, Devotary, HH, Ada Devotary (3): Maill, Snip, Stick Maill (1): Lumthanks for vote consistency HH (1): Arkyou too Ark Night 4 has begun! It will end in about 22-23 hours on Tuesday 28 May at 9 PM EDT (-4:00 UTC). PMs remain open at Night. Please abide by all restrictions on them. Good luck! Player List:

Hey everyone! New to the shard here. So far I've read Stormlight archive, Rithmatist, Reconers, Mistborn, Legion, Skyward, a few novellas, and probably some more that I can't remember right now. So, I wanted to join the shard, and I looked at a few posts, and I kept seeing things about cookies. Cookies? What are the cookies for? Do I get a cookie?

Day 2- To Unleash the Light Beyond Steel touched down in his Fresa. That had been a touch and go battle, and he was mildly frustrated with how disorganized it had been. If they had just been a little smarter in who they attacked, they could have destroyed more than just half of the krell, and finished off those that limped away. But the threat was gone, for now anyway. Now to face the backlash for their perceived incompetence. Sure enough, as Steel got out of his cockpit, he saw Ironsides storming into the hangar. She walked right over to a group of pilots who had never even gotten off the ground. "CADCOM! INBRED! STRIKER! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" She screamed. Steel decided it would be a good idea to get over there and intervene. CadCom stammered. "I'm so sorry, commander, if you talk to the doctor I had a medical reason for not flying today-" "YOU THINK I GIVE A DAMNATION ABOUT MEDICAL REASONS? ALL OF YOU ARE STRIPPED OF YOUR RIGHT TO PILOT A PLANE, RIGHT NOW!" She interrupted. Steel slid between Ironsides and the pilots who had failed to take flight. "Commander, I think you should give them a chance. We don't have many pilots right now, and we can't afford to just kick them out willy nilly. We do need to get rid of the rebels, but this isn't the way to do it." Ironsides breathed in, her anger visibly dimming at seeing Steel. She spoke in a more quiet voice to the pilots behind Steel. "You're lucky one of the most respectable pilots under my command spoke in your defense, or I would have your badges right now. As it is, I'll happily see you court-martialed if you do ANYTHING suspicious. If this happens again, I will not be so forgiving." With that, Ironsides walked out of the hangar. The pilots breathed a sigh of relief, and Steel turned to them. "You better not screw up like that again. I know you probably had your reasons, but even I only have so much pull with Ironsides. Don't let it happen again, or I won't be able to help you. And we needed your help up there. There were 3 krell ships that only just scraped away. If we had had you, they each would have gone down. And maybe we wouldn't have lost Yawn to a swarm of Krell and the rebels commanding our own bases turrets." He walked away, leaving them to stew. He really hoped he hadn't just burned through whatever pull he had with Ironsides. He suspected at this point, he wouldn't be able to get his medical leave until the rebels had been purged. Hopefully today they could actually get something done about that. On the bright side, no ships had gone down besides Poco-6. A few were scratched up, but that was nothing they couldn't fix before the next battle with the Krell. Hopefully, next time they could just be a bit better about finishing them off. ____________ Devotary was shot down in Poco-6, and has been kicked out of the military! They were a Pilot. PMs are now closed. The lynch is now open. Remember, shields reset each night turn. Everything not indicating damage taken is at full health and shields were not brought down. Starting lynch count: CadCom (1) StrikerEZ (1) Walin (1) Remember to submit a ship assignment. Priority is given to those who request the same ship they used the previous night. Remember you can also submit actions to repair ships.

Storms @Paranoid King! I'd have trouble competing with any of your roasts, let alone three of them at once! Seriously, hats off to you, dude! But that's not to say I'm going to just give up. I'll still go down swinging! So without further ado, Here's Galladon! And with that, we have all four submissions for the Semi-Final Round, which can mean only one thing: It's time to VOTE!

That makes me suspect Stick a little more strongly than Rath right now, considering how strongly Mailliw pushed to keep Stick from being lynched at the end.

Lord Ruler, it was hard to play another role. Vin was almost glad Aname had finally spotted her. Being Valette for Kelsier was one thing, but she got to make up her own character. Being Laila Tourange? Vin had to contort her personality so much it was going to be hard to drop the pretentious air. Playing Lady Tourange by day and going out with Zane at night left her exhausted. Exhausted and a failure. Elend had sent her to use his brother to help the budding empire. She'd been so close too. She and Zane had finally tracked down the infiltrators, but then the common people had turned on them. They had decided they'd rather kill those willing to kill to protect them than those who were actively killing innocents. The hypocrisy still rampant in Luthadel was now apparent. And Vin detested it. She knew she could never trust anyone. How often had Reen warned her? Never trust anyone else. Not even the leaders of the community. Not skaa. Not noble. Not merchant. Only Vin could be trusted. And now the town would fall to the infiltrators. Lekal would win the war before he even arrived. Kelsier, why? If he had been here, he'd have been able to save the city. Laila was in love with the Lord Ruler, but Vin loved the first man to ever love her. But she'd failed. Vin had failed this city. Vin pulled off the wig and extravagant dress she'd worn as Laila and threw on her mistcloak as night approached. She jumped out into the mists, leaving Luthadel in the shadows. Here in the mists, she was home. With Zane, she'd be safe. Luthadel held no hope for her and Elend kept no promises. She was done with the people of the Lord Ruler's corrupted empire. They had failed her.

Voidus looked over the rapidly emptying Alley. Denizens had quietly begun to leave, either to return to important experiments or to prepare for what was about to happen. Mac was coordinating their intelligence, taking in reports and collating the information together before dispensing it to those who needed it. The Stranger had returned to some of his labs to check up on experiments, and a lucky thing, the last thing they needed to deal with was a rogue byproduct of his research into temporal anomalies wandering the city. And what do I do? Voidus thought as an area of space was left around him. We're taking the slow and steady approach for now so this isn't the time for grandstanding or elaborate displays. The other Denizens gave him a wide berth as they moved, many giving nods of respect, a few younger denizens straight up bowing to him. When did that start happening? He wondered for perhaps the thousandth time. He'd never made any pretenses of godhood, never asked for that kind of behaviour. But slowly it had grown over time, leaving him apart from the others. Well, Mac's coming along nicely and the Stranger's back at least. The thought gave him some comfort. But this still doesn't solve the problem of what to do. He could still feel it, that slight wayward pull against the Void, the sense of wrongness that might threaten everything. With a suddenness of movement that seemed to startle his surroundings, Voidus began striding along the Alley. As he moved he took out a small, slender metallic spike and gave it a little twirl. Checking on the Worldspike. Voidus signed to Mac as he vanished. Let me know if anything changes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Appearing in a nearby Alley, Voidus took a deep breath of air. He usually preferred the closed off spaces of the Alleys or the darkness of his sanctum, but with this irritation hanging over him something drove him to action rather than his usual deliberate restraint. It felt good to be outside again for the first time in over a year. Walking up to the barrier, he inspected it carefully, running one hand smoothly against the air a short distance away and sketching a few Aons out of piercingly bright light.

So a bear walks into a restaurant, and walks over to a booth and sits down. The waiter came up and asked what the bear wanted. ”Alright,” said the bear, “I’ll take a burger and some fries.” ”Why the big pause?” The waiter asked. ”Oh these?” The bear said holding his paws up. “I’ve had them all my life!!”

The question Went to a supermaket to buy some chocolate Somewhere over the rainbow A few days ago By foot. 42 The chess game. They will start arguing with each other and one of them will leave the room before they are finished. Pattern No, I don't use them. I have no idea how they work, but I think they were invented for people with bad eyesight. *takes the cookoie carefully and puts it away for further inspection* I only read a translated version of Elantris, but I relayed your question to some friends of mine. Words like 'ruin', 'honour', 'surge' all get translated. Those like 'allomancy' only adapted to fit the language better (Allomantie). So it's a mixture between keeping them and translations. Sorana. That's why I'm using her name here. She lived through so much. I can literally spend days talking about her adventure/ telling them to others. In case you've read some of Lena's stories, they all happened to Sorana. And in the AV it's Althea. She changed a lot, but I like who she has become. Although she really has to get better at some point, or I'll end up with a crazy character.

My dog is always intoxicated. He loves (to) w(h)ine. Vin sang a song in Camon's crew to distract someone once. I hear it was pretty con-vin-cing.

So, I was recently dared by a friend to try and get @Chaos to respond to my post. So, here I am. If any of you admins or moderators find this post inappropriate, please don't obliterate me with spikes and pancakes. If you are just the average joe, please help me get a response from Chaos. I would greatly appreciate it. If you are Chaos, please respond so I can shove it in my friend's face (not really, but I will sport serious bragging rights). Thanks!

Hi! My name's Beth, and my favorite of Sanderson's work is The Reckoners books--though I have to mention The Emperor's Soul as well (so clever.) I feel guilty because I've had the third book in the Stormlight Archives for several months (it's signed!) and haven't cracked it open yet. Oops. Besides reading Mr. Sanderson's works, I love Tolkien, Jane Austen, Rick Riordan, Agatha Christie, J.K. Rowling, and some of the Brontes' works. And other than reading, I enjoy writing as well Thanks for reading all that. I should really sleep now...but I think I'll explore. Cool forums <3 ~Beth

Can i take credit? I called it! Edit: this is half joke, half me just generally being arrogant and proud of myself. : )

Guys ... Maill is Vin.

The cycle is closed. Give me an hour or two to get up the Night. And please stop changing your votes.

Excellent, excellent roasts! @I think I am here., loved those rhymes, and the rhythm. So good. Such good. Words. Yes. Approval. (The "pad your book's word count," and "expositional dialogue" lines were great. ) @Herowannabe, so many great lines! Rhyming "Thaylenah" with "wailin', 'AAH!'" The "weird hate-triangle." "Inquisitor's eye-bling." Another tough choice for us voters...

They're all awesome, but I really love the magic system in Mistborn. It would be totally awesome if I could be a mistborn. I'm super excited to see what's next in Stormlight, though.

Lizanne saw some mushrooms and leaned down to them. They looked good, but she didn't know them and mushrooms were difficult. Kneeling down she plucked one and sniffed it, then turned it around. Lamellas. Meaning it could be edible or not. With a sigh she got back to her feet, wraped it in a rag and then put it into her bag. Walking back to the tree she looked up, to see that Renata was already up there. "Can you see something?" she called up to her and then turned around, observed their surroundings. Despite the trees, she felt as if she was standing in the open. Vulnerable. @ZincAboutIt

“The Farriers?” Brillin asked. He took out a small-sized notebook and quickly noted some stuff down, stuffing it back in his pocket. Part of the book-writing process meant he’d need to take notes. A Seeker, Slider, Soother and Writer in the middle of a gang war. It seemed like the setup to a bad joke. But still, it would make a nice chapter. Maybe two. “I would say to support the strongest gang,” he said. “It doesn’t seem wise to go against them. And the fact that both gangs might want you means you’re in a good position to negotiate.”

I'm still not sure this is a great idea - I feel like there is some power in not publicising who has what ship. The best model on paper would probably be to have each person let each of their neighbours on the player list know of how much damage totally will be received by each ship, but not which ships they are personally piloting (e.g. I might post "1C 2 damage, 1F 5 damage" to Striker and Sart, and if/when they replied to me with new knowledge I wasn't aware of, I'd forward that on). However, that would run up on issues with timing, since not everyone is online at the same time, and it's extremely unlikely the news would make it to opposite sides of the playerlist within a single night cycle. So... Thinking about it, I might be in favour of public sharing. Not because it's the "best" system, but because I think the better systems require a greater level of communication and coordination than I believe is likely to be achievable. Topsy-Turvy smiled as they clambered into the cockpit of the plane. Slowly powering it up, they fastened up the seatbelts. Checking the dashboard - yes, the gravcaps, shields and blasters all seemed to be in good condition. Smiling, she pulled on the throttle, and took to the air. She soared, just her and the The comms started up with a hiss of static. "T, you're flying ahead. Rejoin with the group, and stick to formation. We don't want to lose anyone." That would be the squad commander. Rivelda sighed, and light-lanced onto a nearby meteor to sling around and perform an Ahlstrom loop. She sighed, content, as the gravcaps kicked in, reducing the pressure as the ship kicked around and sent her hurtling back towards the cluster of ships behind her. "And quit showing off." muttered the comms. From one of the other channels, Rivelda didn't see which one, she heard a slight chuckle. "T, show off? Never." Rivelda smirked as she slotted back into the formation. "Death to the bunnies! We will not become rabbit food today!"

As Edahs ran away, somebody shouted “He’s gone!”. Soon, more people and those who had left had returned, cheering, but keeping their distance. Some woman was crying at the man Edahs had devoured, but the general consensus was that they were happy, that the Hunter Shade had scared off another enemy. Shez’s rage still boiled, but it was tempered with reason. For some reason, he knew Alask liked the civilians, he knew the woman with the food wasn’t an enemy, she had tried to help him, she was a friend? Shez was still angry, that anger clouding his judgement. Shez roared at the woman, moving close to her in a heartbeat, but not close enough the tendrils would wither her. “I want to kill her,” Shez said to Alask. “I’m so ANGRY! I WANT TO KILL THEM ALL!” They mean no harm, Alask said wearily, and briefly taking control he made Shez step back. “I know. I don’t understand, everything was simple, I hunted the rule breakers. But now, I’m smarter. How am I smarter? And now, there’s the woman, and I’m so mad I could kill her right now. But I know you don’t want her to die.” I would really prefer if she didn’t die, Alask said, his voice strained. Shez was unpredictable. Shez looked at the woman. She wasn’t a threat, but he felt so angry. But for the first time since his creation, he knew she didn’t have to die for him being angry, as much as he felt he had to. Just how he had killed those Alleyzon employees. Looking at Lena, Shez stilled, shaking his head. Food, he didn’t eat, Alask ate.

The ‘thank you’ caught Brillin by surprise, and he nodded to Attayl. He didn’t really know how to respond, without sounding arrogant or dismissive. You’re welcome? No worries? He just let out a nervous laugh and nodded to her. “Of course.” He looked down. He was no hero. That masked man who’d started the whole fight, maybe he was. But Brillin was just a traveller, a writer, maybe he’d do something right now and then but a hero? No way. “I saw a man once,” he said quietly. “In Rashekin. He called himself the masked Mistborn. He would Lurch a coin towards him, and place it on a table. Then, do you know what he’d do? He’d Push the coin away. It was weak, but definitely Allomancy. Add to the fact no one could hear his Allomancy pulses, and people thought he could burn Copper, Iron and Steel. A true Mistborn.” Brillin took out a coin from his pocket, flipping it in the air. “On my travels, I made friends with him. He told me a secret: he wasn’t a Mistborn. Only a Lurcher. The reason Seekers couldn’t hear his pulses was because he wasn’t burning any other metals. So how did he push the coin? Well, he had this nifty little thing, he called it a ‘magnet’.” Brillin sighed at the end of the story. “I don’t think there’s a way to burn two metals, but there’s definitely a way to fake it.”

I don't like the sound of "limited" IMP missiles for the Largos. It may be better to save them for more threatening situations, such as when we're dealing with a Lifebuster in addition to a large swarm of Krell. For Pocos, it's easier(and safer) to just have a pair of Pocos fire destructors at a Krell rather than have one on destructors and the other on IMP. For this wave, I think we have each of the five pairs of Pocos fire destructors at a specific Krell ship, say 1A-1E. Meanwhile, three Fresas and Largos team up, the Fresas firing Light-Lances while the Largos fire destructors at 1-F-1H. Then, the Gunners take care of Krell 1I and 1J. If there are four Gunners, we can get away with 8 Pocos, 3 Fresas, and 3 Largos, and though that is one more ship than pilot in that scenario, any Ace pilots might be able to compensate. I'd say Snipers should not use their Destructors at this point. The downside to everyone claiming their ship is that it allows the Gunners to chose who they kill, not just which ship they shoot down. The benefit is that it makes things more difficult for the Gunners to hide the elim kill, along with the general benefits of more efficient killing of Krell. If a Krell that was supposed to go down doesn't, it means one member of the pair submitted the kill or the Traitor is starting off the game by betraying their own win condition. This first cycle is when it would make the most sense for each person to claim what ship they're in. Did you confirm that the Fresas can roleblock the Gunners? From "Light-Lance: All Defense Ships are equipped with a light-lance. Using this will roleblock the ship from taking any action that night.", I assumed that Light-Lances could only be used to roleblock Krell and other defense ships.

Brenna Rose was built to fly, to reach for the stars. She put on the pressure suit, hands shaking slightly from adrenaline. This was it. It was her turn. Her first flight as a full pilot. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves. She needed a clear head for the fight. Ground crew helped me up the ladder and into my assigned ship. I quickly ran over the controls before engaging the acclivity ring and heading into the sky. "Skull Three, reporting. Callsign: Bad Wolf," she called to her flight, excitement clear in her voice. She belonged in the stars, and she'd do anything to get there. Up here, in this place she was Bad Wolf. "Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?"

I have had a bad week, but today was different. Today was awesome. I went to the local animal shelter with my fiance just to look and well... Despite having lost one eye she is a cute, cheerful, and energetic kitten. I have been playing with her all day I love her. It's good to finally win one.

What do we want?! Low flying airplane noises! When do we want 'em?! NNNNNNNEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!

Darkness looked back. "To that large foreboding building in the distance," he said, pointing towards Plasmacore.

Congrats on your 300th post! Also, when Evi cried during the flashbacks that pushed me over the edge. She deserved better!

"Is there another way to burn two metals? I don't know much about the metallic arts. Too less, given that I can..." A vague gesture indicating her burning bronze. She asked and turned her head to Brillin and Aben. If there was, it would explain a lot of things. And if not, a Mistborn. She drank again, slowly starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. It made her head feel lighter, her problems smaller. "That guy, Lance killed when he jumped through the roof. He was my boss. I never liked him, but I had a place to sleep there. I'm afraid to go there, now that he's gone. I'm not sure who survived, but most of them, aren't exactly what you would call pleasant company." She drank again, shrugged the topic aside. "Sorry. I don't want to bother you with my problems." Her eyes rested on Billin for a bit longer, then she lowered her glance. He'd cared. About her. When those from her own gang had ran away he'd cared, he'd put an arm around her shoulder and he'd cared. She wasn't used to someone caring, to simply touch her without aiming only for a short time of fun. It confused her, offered her a glimpse into a world, she hadn't known it existed. the way he had changed when they met the thugs in the street, how he had defended them, although she'd seen how he despised his own words in his face afterwards. A good man. Somehow a good man had ended up in the same place she was. "Thank you. For taking me with you earlier and not letting me stand there and stare at his corpse." She groped for words, tried to explain and then just smiled at him quickly. "Just thank you."

“The local Lumberjack community.” *Throws another at Star*

heh A sense of happiness washed Edahs. We wish to live, wish to stay. Crow turned, her acute hearing (pun intended) picking up the sounds of... She turned, clanking, and put the helmet on. She dismissed the shardblade, and tapped a fabrial on her shoulder. It made her look like a regular marine, just another. She quitely approached the Acute's. Her voice came out, male and calm. "Greetings, honored ones." She heard the voice, his voice. Her heart beat quickly, before she realized. It's a lie. I'm lying to myself, it can't happen, it won't, nobody will ever want to be around me, they hate me... The voice came again, and tears burst out, trails covering her face. She sobbed deeply, wishing, wishing so hard, wishing for it to be real. But it couldn't be. "I wrote you a letter, but I didn't find anybody to deliver it." She turned, slowly, finally, towards the voice, willing it to be real. She saw him, saw Mike, saw his beautiful face. Her heart beat faster, and she almost fell over. He was there, real, he cared. Then she stopped. No, no, I'm hallucinating, it's not real, he's right to leave me, I destroy everything I touch. She looked around, seeing the fire, and her tears got worse. I've killed so many... so many... Then she realized. I need to stop. This is why Mike doesn't want to be around me, doesn't like me, why this is happening, why my life went back to hell. She tried to stop the fire, but it didn't work. Another building burst aflame, burning a brilliant white, outlining a skeleton for a second, then the building collapsed, flaming. She sobbed. "I only wanted to protect you Bella. Syndicate wanted to use you, to sacrifice you, you had no chance to decline, he'd already moved his people into the building before approaching you. I looked for a way out to save you, to make sure you could keep your face and the gang." No, no, NO. I chose, he left, I don't deserve him, he was right in his choice, why, why, why. Then she realized this was something different. I never would have thought of Mike this way. He was always so nice, so kind, but so strong. He was the one I looked up to. Buildings burst aflame, one by one, and screams echoed through the night. She tried to stop, tried and tried, but she couldn't. Mike, Mike, Mike, I'm so sorry. "You were the one who took me in, the one who helped me get back on my feet. I owe you everything. Everything. You taught me about responsibility, so I hoped you would understand." She smiled slightly, then looked closer. He's dying, it's my fault, my fault, my fault. A beam of red shot from her hand, melting through stone nearby. She collapsed to her knees, staring at him. I'm killing him, and I CAN'T STOP IT. Tears soaked her face, but evaporated just as quickly. A torrent of fire appeared seven meters behind her, melting the stone and bursting into the sky. The beam from her hand hit it, and refracted into a nearby building. "I never wanted to hurt you. Bella, you are my idol, the one I look up to and I wish I could be like you one day." She spoke, voice scratchy and scared. "No, Mike, Mike, Mike... Don't idolize me, I'm killing you, I've killed so many..." More tears, more steam. "You, Mike, you're beautiful, strong and kind, always there..." The torrent moved closer, leaving a path of molten stone. "Mike, I'm scared. I don't think I can stop it..."

Night 1- To Break the Firmament "Skull Flight! You're up! We've got company attempting to attack the base itself. The other flights are engaging the rest of the Krell forces farther away near some debris, but 10 of them peeled off towards this direction. Go go go! Get in your ships NOW!" yelled Hot Stuff, Steel's flight leader. The flight sprinted towards the ships. There was a brief scuffle over who got to be in Largo 1, which Steel didn't understand at all. He had always preferred a Fresa himself. He was best at being high speed, but in combat rather than as a scout. Scouting had never much been his thing. Once one person managed to get themselves in Largo 1, the others trudged over to various other ships, and Skull Flight took off. Indeed, there were 10 Krell incoming. Perhaps they had intended to circumvent Alta Base's defenses. As if it would get by the Turrets... which had been seized by the Rebels. Right. That... could be a problem. Steel scoffed at that thought. Like an AA gun would be able to shoot him down in a Fresa. He whooped, and maneuvered his acclivity ring to get some extra push forward, the way he liked it. Speed past the Krell, faster than they could react, and then hit them from behind. Meanwhile, a small blue and yellow creature began an epic journey. The creature named Doomslug would not, could not be stopped in its singular mission. A mission that would change the balance between life and death on the world of Detritus. __________ CadCom (1)- Sart Elandera (1)- Darkness Stick (1)- Elandera Ark (1)- Fura No one was lynched! The forces of the Krell consist of 10 ships, no Lifebuster. They are labeled 1A-1J. They each have 5 health, of which 3 is their shields. They will do 3 damage if allowed to attack. PMs are now open. If you do not submit an action tonight, you will incur an additional vote on you during the following day. Your ship assignments will arrive in PM shortly. The night will end in 24 hours, at 8:00 PM EDT, 5/27/2019. And remember to include me in your PMs. You ARE allowed to make group PMs if you so desire.

Couple of options. The boring, tedious option is to have people constantly re-reading or re-learning the same information, then storing it again and again, like a memory assembly line. This is the one method that I can think of that is certain to work. The less certain method would be copper compounding. Less certain because we don't actually know what it does for sure. However, I have seen it theorized that a coppermind, if burned, would multiply the memory, allowing it to be stored in multiple copperminds.

I'm so excited to see the edit of this! Overall Love. The pacing was perfect, the characters perfect (noting the length), and the twists remain surprising but not too weird. Please submit it somewhere immediately. I think you fixed 98% of the issues, and the first version barely had any issues at all. Nicely done! I would read this as a vampire book series for sure, and I generally hate vampire books. I agree with @Mandamon. It's a great twist because you have so deeply subverted vampire tropes. Please don't water it down. It's perfectly delightfully creepy as is. As I go - pg 4: I love that she is still randomly vulgar in her thoughts. - vitamin pyramid scheme. Love - pg 6: YES SEDUCE HIM AND DRUG HIM DO IT - Heavy-lidded customers clutching their pastries become phone-mugging, clock-watching, sandwich snatchers of noon. This line is hands down amazing - pg 13: this warm glow that runs down her legs... is she urinating? Is this an orgasm metaphor? I'm unclear. - confused about her presenting herself to him. What is that about? - solid ending!

You are doing great so far! A few helpful tips are to not post twice in a row (you can instead edit your post using the edit button at the bottom), as the mods don’t like that, be careful that if you start a thread you do so in the right topic, and the newspaper icon in the top right of the screen shows you all of the content that you have not read yet (I didn’t figure that out until about a week ago). Oh oh, also, when you post in a thread that has not been active for a long period of time it is called “necroing” and isn’t allowed unless you have a good reason. Which Stormlight character is your favorite so far?

Galaman was quite kind and knocked Benson out of his misery and off his stool with a strong right hook.

As I read Vol 1 and 2 for the first time, my first guess was that Lord Nilto could have been Hoid! Maybe it's a silly thought but he is disguised, manipulating the powers at be (possibly even the criminal underworld), non-traditionally respected, and, it's so anecdotal, but bowing and agreeing with someone when they call you 'a horrible man' is the Hoid-iest thing I can imagine. I'm pretty new to the guessing game (actually finishing WS 2 today has me finally caught up with all the cosmere.)

The black sphere is a vial of black wine, the strongest of all the colors of wine The black sphere is not just a cool rock, but the coolest of all cool rocks, which Tien manipulated his way into Amaram's army in an ultimately fatal effort to find The black sphere is actual vantablack, the blackest of all blacks (for real). It is so black that Awakeners can draw infinite Color from it without it fading. That's why Vasher is on Roshar. The black sphere is the eight ball Hoid and Frost have been using in their cosmere wide game of pool. Whoever pockets it first by throwing it into a Shardpool wins the ultimate prize......Vax.

The black sphere is the fourth wall. That's why it's so cracked.

This is not a black sphere. The black sphere is a glyph for "RAFO."