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  2. Sometimes it hurts to smile. But you keep trying, I guess Is there a point when life starts to make sense?
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  3. How ironic that tonight I'm going to get a good sleep when it doesn't really matter, and every other night this week I've slept way too little. I had 4 hours of sleep for the second time this week last night, so... AAAAAA Good night Shard.
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  4. A word of advice: Don't put chips ahoy cookies in your cargo pants pockets for any amount of time. It doesn't matter if you were trying to be polite to the person who offered them to you. Those nasty little confections turn to dust in like five minutes.
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  5. Allow me to take you through the acid trip that was today Wake up at 9:30~ish Class isn't until 11:30 - "rest eyes" for an hour Wake up at 12:00 Miss class Be incredible ashamed of yourself for the rest of your day (still am) With nothing else to do (no other classes on Fridays gwehehehe) watch Youtube Oooh! Skurry uploaded a new video! Watch. It makes me cry A youtube video of someone playing a video game makes me cry (It's because it's about a younger sibling who's older sibling is in college and can't play with them anymore. I'm the older sibling. I'm in college). Eat breakfast It's 2:30 now. It's lunch. Linner, really. Go to Board Game Club night (7:00) with Vennie (another Sharder who y'all new folks probably don't know). Start with some normal card game flavored with dragons (get third place out of nine people - hehe) Move to One Night Werewolf (also with nine people). Win several times. Keep randomly swapping out fun cards to keep things interesting. Get hungry Go upstairs to vending machines. Uhh... all this is candy bars and small bags of chips. Those won't feed me. Oh hey Pop Tarts. It's been a minute. Get Return Consuming Pop Tarts on the way back to the One Night Werewolf people Enter room as fellow player (will call them Bob) exits. They say "go away," which think is heckling. Bob leaves Other people return; ask were Bob is Bob has left the game because Bob is allergic to Pop Tarts Bob has left the game Because Bob is allergic to Pop Tarts. Finish Pop Tarts in the back of the room with s h a m e. Call from acros the hall how to cleanse of Pop Tart Wash hands thoroughly Wash face thoroughly Drink lots of water For Pop Tarts Return; people have broken up the game 'cause the Pop Tart incident (shame). Join three others and ask what they're doing. Magic the Gathering They ask if I want to join Figure I might as well. Seems intimidating but I'll give it a shot Be supplied an unopened basic deck that Vennie just has Realize it has no sleeves (duh) so put it back Instead take another deck that someone else just has Learn the basics (quick learner; am smort) Go first because die roll :l Allow me to explain my deck build to you. So as it turns out, MtG is a very optimized game. I know; who would've thunk. People build their decks around a couple specific mechanics so that each card capitilizes upon each others' for maximum results. Mine was built around this thing where you "exile" cards, which is like killing them but not. Usually it's a permanent thing but this deck is full of cards that are only sorta exiled for awhile until you use them all of a sudden to blow stuff up! Also we were playing "Commander," which is a ruleset that means you have a permanent guy with various abilities. Mine summoned wolves every single time I used my not-exiled cards - which was a lot. I had a lot of wolves. I don't really remember much of the game. I was mostly shooting fireballs at Vennie because they seemed experienced and that was scary. What was crazy was that pretty much all of my not-exiled cards got other cards in addition to the wolf cards; and then some gave you even more cards when you get those cards, and then clone those cards to make more of those cards, and....... I just had so many cards out all the time. Doesn't matter 'cause Vennie nuked them. Take 20+ damage in one turn which apparently means I lose the game. Leave
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  6. I'll join as Walin, the consistently befuddled and absent SE'er. Much like most of my games, I'll make promises to RP and analyze that I will fail to keep up on. Feel free to C1 or C2 me; just signing up is fun enough. Since Steel and I are roommates, I've been exposed more to SE than I would be otherwise, since I spend most of my 17th Shard - related time on Discord, lurking. Because of this, I have been sufficiently enticed to join the game. (And it's not because he knows where I sleep, and said he would do a Fortnite emote on my grave if I didn't join. No sir. And Steel considering that you're reading this, this disqualifies you from doing the Turk-Poison (default dance) or Orange Justice within 5 meters of me until my character dies) I will try to make my posts worth reading, but as my track record shows, my word means little. Most likely outcome is that my posts won't be an active waste of time, but there will be precious few of them.
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  7. A follow up to my previous status update (because I cannot stop thinking about this): Two points. First: despite Kelsier (ostensibly) being the hot one, it’s always Marsh being drawn without a shirt. Although I suppose sexualizing Kelsier is like sexualizing Jesus, in some capacity… Point two: Okay, so y’all know the iconic fight between Vin and all the Inquisitors in Luthadel where all the Inquisitors are shirtless, just because? Well I propose that it was not just because. Y’all know Ruin had to coordinate that! What a drama queen. Just to stick it to Leras, like, “my servants are hotter than yours.”
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  8. I’m going to my first school dance today! (it’s at an alternate school for mega-nerds that a lot of my friends went to instead of the regular high school- I didn’t go because they don’t really have any fine art classes) I’m so exciteddddddddd!!!!
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  9. Wow. Nostalgia. June 30, 2017 It's been a while. I'm still really really grateful for all of the connections and friends I made through tKotC. Everyone was just absolutely delightful to interact with, and I honestly miss it. But I definitely don't have the time to revive it right now. But yeah.
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  10. So this could either be fun, or it could be terrible. Well, technically that's all-or-nothing thinking. It could also be quite average. I saw some other people doing this, so I thought I'd jump the bandwagon. I write stuff sometimes. I dream to publish something, of course, but there are so many aspiring writers- I highly doubt I'll be one to actually take that path. Anyone who's ever talked to me knows that at best, I'm barely understandable. Writing is fun, though. It gives me something to do. So... what to write... Let's do a fun one and a serious one for today. Funny one: Serious one:
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  11. Look, I firmly believe that if one can dish it out, one should be able to take it back. As your former flipless-arson-blackout GM of the infamous MR56, I need to experience what my players did in that game :P. Plus Kas games directly following AGs are always cash money. As a throwback to MR42, my first SE game, sign me up as mad watcher!
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  12. One time at a signing, I asked Brandon how to deal with writer's block. He said, "have ninjas suddenly attack. Write something ridiculous just to get something out there, get the ball rolling, and then once words are flowing again you can come back and fix it." While I don't recommend putting a ninja attack into a talk for church, the basic principle remains sound.
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  13. Hello all, I am someone who loves to write, although I am not sure if I could consider myself a writer. I have always written different things when able. Mostly my own extended epilogues to my favorite movies, video games, or stories, and on occasion writing poems or short stories. I am here because I was inspired to write a novel (and have finished the first draft), all while following Brandon Sanderson's lectures online. This kind of started last year after retiring from a 20 year military career and found myself sitting on my butt doing nothing. I enjoyed the Mistborn series thoroughly and began asking myself, "Can I write like that?" Sadly the answer is "No", but through listening to him I have been improving this craft and enjoying it more. Maybe one day I will be able to say I am an author, but for now I am not sure I fit the title of writer. So, for now, I am excited to meet new people and see what is in store for me all while putting my work out there for willing beta-readers. Take care, K.P.
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  14. Well, my username has a bit more of a story now. For those of you who don’t know, my username used to be Nameless. When I changed it this Ookla season, a new user made an account, and took that username, so when Ookla season ended I changed my name to this.
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  15. The shading's quite iffy, but otherwise I'm quite proud of this Kaladin. Kaladin with normal eyes: Kaladin with spooky eyes:
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  16. This thread right now.
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  17. I think you meant to say "Don't flatter Elhokar's wife", since apparently I called Elhokar what he was - useless - but called his wife something better than what she is. SA2, interlude 14: Wow, Taravangian has a weird definition of intelligence. I understand that part of his curse is to lose his compassion on days when he's smarter, but talking the dumb half of the city into committing suicide is dumb any way you look at it. On the one hand it's dumb to think it can be pulled off; on the other hand it's dumb to think it's a good idea when your main goal is world domination (or whatever he's going for) via making everyone like you. Killing half the city would put a dent in the plan to make people like him, so why would he think it's a good idea on a day when he's supposedly smart? All this said, I absolutely loved the Diagram idea. It's a super cool villain backstory, and also just super cool in general. So, um, in what book do we meet this horrid Nightwatcher? I hate her; don't know why so many characters seek her. And yes, I understand a little more about Szeth now. As soon as he confirms Kaladin (or someone else!) has bonded with a spren, he will stop obeying orders... (at which point madness might claim him. Either way, I can't wait to read about it!) Part 5 let's gooooooooooooo What chapter would you say is the start of the Sanderlanche?
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  18. Hahaha memes instead of homework why do I always do this @The Aspiring Archivist @The Halcyon Girl
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  19. I'm trying to write my talk and it's not working--writer's block. WHYYY? I'm going to die tonight. I SWEAR I'm going to die. Why did the bishop have to pick on ME? Why did he think it was smart to trust me with something like this? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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  20. I very much want to read this
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  21. Alyxa smiled to herself as she tucked her clipboard into her messenger bag. She'd just finished the last questionnaires for a survey of a quickly-growing neighborhood. Cross referencing that with the information her employees had gathered would certainly bring some interesting insights. There was something satisfying, even fun, about gathering and analyzing this kind of social data. It was more than just a job, though the money she acquired was certainly a benefit. No, the information was a reward in and of itself. Though considering her Talent directly related to this line of work, she supposed she was partially biased. She walked through the busy streets, people bustling around her. Businesspeople in fine suits going to their next appointment, workers coming home from a productive day at their respective trades, parents taking children to shops to buy sweets or toys. A few horse-drawn carriages made their way through the central road, and Alyxa even saw a black automobile carefully weave through the busy street. She was glad that at least this driver took some measure of care; she'd seen far too many close calls with those machines, no matter how useful they were going to be once they were commonplace. She loved it. So many people, just living. So many stories to tell. And one big story that all those little stories would tell together. That's what she was after. And yet...there was something off about these people. They held a tension, hidden under the facade of a normal day. Most of them avoided each other, keeping their heads down, only greeting family or close friends. Parents kept their children close as they window shopped. Workers walked quicker than normal. The rouge Talented. Alyxa barely had any information on the individual, but looking at the data...the effect was clear. And though Alyxa had been hired by the city to complete the survey on the growing neighborhood, part of her itched to look into the case. She was sure she'd be able to find them, whoever they were. Alyxa turned onto a side street, kept walking, then turned onto another street, less populated. A shortcut through a more shady part of the city to get to her office quicker. Alyxa was confident she could handle herself if things went downhill. She had her pistol, tucked carefully in her messenger bag. As she walked, she got weird looks. She'd lived in this part of Validus for several years, so while many people knew her as a familiar face, those who were passing through or new in town were surprised to see a Xefic with short hair and clothing like hers. The Xefic had a very specific culture, and so seeing one with a pixie cut and trousers, boots, and a button up shirt with a leather overcoat was somewhat strange. Alyxa was used to it, by now. But she understood their confusion. Weirdly, as she passed by one alleyway, she heard a conversation. Alyxa stopped. A conversation in an alleyway...was certainly an anomaly. And anomalies fascinated her. She carefully peered into the alleyway to see a group of figures in conversation. They were of various nationalities, and for some reason there was an unconscious man near them. Even stranger, there was Xefic. Besides her family, Alyxa had only seen three other Xefic travellers in her life. One had been from a distance. The other two she'd talked to, and one had been horrified and angry that Alyxa had drifted so far from their culture, and the other had seemed to feel really sorry for her. This Xefic, though, wore simple clothing, and his hair was cut short. Which Xefic didn't do unless they were a weird case like Alyxa. Her curiosity brimming over, but her caution keeping her hand near her messenger bag and it's concealed pistol, Alyxa walked into the alleyway. "I'm very curious, now," she said loudly. "What exactly is happening here?"
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  22. I would like them to be longer. Mainly to add worldbuilding - In RoW (and to some degree in previuos books) all the interludes were directly related to the main plot which was dissapointing. I want more TWoK style interludes that show what happens in some part of the world or give some intersting worldbuilding fact. The best example of missing worldbuilding is the near history of Roshar - we have heard almost nothing about any event between the recreance and Alethi unification wars.
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  23. Byron was still trying his best not to look in the direction that had been indicated, looking solely at Perses, trying to monitor the edges of his bubble. That might not be the best idea, depending on what "observing" meant for whatever these creatures were. But he didn't have time to worry about that now. The room flashed, and Vivi and Willow bolted for cover - as Byron felt a ripple, then a white-taloned thing start to crawl through the darkness. Then another ripple, farther. Then another. Rusts. Then Persus pulled out a gun and shot the thing next to Malsam. Okay, they were seen, engaged, and now were splitting up. Not good. Not good. Byron didn't exactly have much hope these things would be friendly. "Okay, do we have a plan?" he shouted, Locking his bubble in place briefly before diving down the hall and re-flaring cadmium, making a still light but much larger bubble that should end right before where Vivi and Willow were, and keeping Persus, Malsam, Malsam, and Cobalt within. The monsters were outside - they wouldn't stay that way, but he'd be able to tell when they went through. Except the one Persus shot. He couldn't make one without it inside, not when they were that close and at that angle. ... wait, why did the monster look like Malsam? Byron Locked his bubble again and dashed next to Persus, daggers ready.
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  24. Okay. Here I’m going to put the best lines from the three songs I’m listening to right now, plus links because they’re great. We Intertwined by The Hush Sound Blue Like Jazz by Weezer Wild Child by Enya Those are my three. But also! • My drama class is doing a one act. We haven’t finished blocking yet, and… we compete February 3rd. Eek… • This week, I tried to type ‘emo’ and autocorrect changed it to ‘EoM’!!! I’m so happy!!! • Had an idea for ANOTHER storyline I’m working on. Haha. • Celtic Variations by Janice Kapp Perry is THE BEST cd we own. Unfortunately, it and the stereo are monopolized. By me. • I’m playing volleyball in a stake tournament tomorrow! • Also, I’m just happy for no reason. • Also, music is the best inspiration. You can quote me on that.
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  25. Aftermath: Streaked with Blood “Tonight is the last,” Oleinda said with a sad kind of finality lacing her voice. After hearing poor Ciril fall to an axe, and then to learn he was free of any spikes, she had decided she could stay no longer. One more night of searching and that was it. “We’ll go to your home tomorrow.” Even if they found and rid the town of all the spiked, Tyrian Falls was no longer what it had been. It would not rebuild easily, and she could do little to help in that process. “Are you certain?” Afandor asked. Vials of metal clinked and fabric rustled as he prepared for their last patrol. “As you said, learning somewhere new will be difficult.” “I won’t be alone, though. Right?” Her voice broke, knowing how difficult the future would be. She heard footsteps, then Afandor pulled her into a hug. “Never.” “Then let’s see what we can do for Tyrian before we leave. One last gift for the town I loved.” ~~~ The mists hung heavy over Tyrian Falls. Afandor held little love for the place. He’d only known it to bring trouble for Oleinda over the years—especially in the last two years. But he knew what it meant for her. He knew what it meant that she was willing to leave. His heart had broken for hers, just a fraction, when he’d heard her decision. Most of her friends were gone. Long buried by the remnants of a broken city. Afandor looked out over that city, clouded by the mists, seeing the scaffolding and broken buildings from the Scimon’s last stand. The one that had nearly taken his Oleinda. They had made great strides towards rebuilding. “What is out there,” Oleinda asked. They sat next to each other on the roof of her home. They’d decided that standing vigil might be better. They might see or hear something if they stilled long enough. “Mists. And stillness. No one is—” Movement. A flickering of light a few streets away, barely noticeable through the mist. Afandor burned steel to traced the movement of blue lines snaking through the streets towards the town center. “Let’s go,” Afandor said as he stood. He grabbed Oleinda’s hand and pulled her to her feet and then to his side. Trusting that she was burning copper, he leaped into the mists, Pushing off the nails of her home. He landed on the ground, staying in the shadows but close enough to make out the figure—no, figures—walking in the mist. One was clearly following the other, who appeared oblivious. Could this be it? Could this be the spiked? Afandor didn’t want to act too quickly. “There are two people. I don’t recognize—” “Morrow,” the one behind shouted from below. “I know what you did.” “That’s Koros,” Oleinda whispered. The figure in front turned, shoulders bunching as if they were preparing for a fight. “You know so little.” “You need to come with me. Back to the agency,” Koros said. “Don’t make this difficult.” Morrow laughed. It was low and harsh. Afandor paused. This was strange. Agency? Maybe their problems had nothing to do with the spiked. “Morrow, please. We were friends once, but I’ll do what I must.” “This is so much more than your petty files and lives.” Morrow stepped toward Koros. “I could show you, if you’d like. Introduce you to a world beyond your imagining. There is more in this world than us, friend.” Morrow looked beyond Koros, into the darkness of the alley. A flash of flame reflecting pulled Afandor’s attention in the same direction. A figure carrying a large obsidian axe. He cursed. Only a spiked would carry such a weapon. Morrow grinned and pulled free his own obsidian knife. “Tyrian will fall to Ruin. Tonight.” “Ruin will fall, and so will you.” Koros launched forward, unsheathing his own weapon. “I’m going in,” Afandor said to Oleinda as he ran to the edge of the roof. “Go find help.” “Stay safe,” she said as battle broke out in the old town square. The same place Scimon Tlag made his last stand. Afandor ran past Koros and Morrow. They were locked in a battle and Koros seemed to have the upperhand. He wouldn’t be able to handle two, though. Throwing coins before him, he sprayed them towards the oncoming figure with the obsidian axe. The figure swiped at just the right moment, knocking each coin from its path. But the figure’s hood fell. Avil Ejir. He recognized him from the town gatherings. He had seemed so honest in pursuing the spiked. With a curse, Afandor pulled free his daggers and ran forward. He would fight. For those who had died. For those who had been unjustly killed in pursuit of this traitor. For Oleinda, who loved this place so much. Avil was skilled, easily dodging his attacks. Even when he launched more coins, Avil shook off the attacks. Pain sliced across his side as he caught him with his axe. Then he kicked his knee, bones crunching as it was forced in the wrong direction. He crumpled to the ground and waited for the killing blow. “I’m not here for you,” he said. Then he stepped away, towards Koros. Afandor breathed in through ragged breaths, trying to ignore the pain as it tried to pull him into unconsciousness. He saw another crumpled figure, blood seeping across the ground. In his hand, Koros held a thin spike. He’d defeated Morrow, and found a spike. “ Then Avil was there, burying his axe into Koros’s back. He fell without a sound onto the stones. Just before Afandor succumbed to the darkness, he noticed another in the mists, lurking above the scene. Watching. Waiting. ~~~ The Coinshot launched into view and hovered over the scene, watching the blood flowing from Koros’s body slow to a trickle and confirming that Afandor yet drew breath. Rather than launching an attack, the Coinshot removed his hood to reveal the face of Onidsen. He then launched a small projectile directly upwards where it exploded in a burst of light. Linaan and Onidsen, who had been expecting it, were able to cover their ears against the sound from the explosion, but Avil was caught off guard long enough for a ring of torchlight to erupt around him. Sidor and her agents directed the remaining villagers to close off Avil’s retreat, forming a second circle behind them. “Avil?” WitLees questioned. “How can this be? He’s literally a villager.” “I am,” Avil protested. “I came out here to take notes and saw Koros there fighting with this other person. I rushed to intervene, but I was too late. Onidsen caught me trying in vain to patch up his wounds.” “You’re not carrying a notebook,” Luciel observed, stepping closer with the heavy, deliberate footfalls of a man burning pewter. Avil sneered. “I don’t have to explain myself to a Spiked, but I’ll grant your last request. I dropped it in my panic to save Koros. I’ll have plenty of time to retrieve it after Onidsen executes you.” “Only one more person will die tonight,” Onidsen intoned, grabbing a handful of coins in his hands and readying to launch them at Avil before he suddenly stopped and lowered his hands. “That’s right,” Avil said. “I don’t fear dying for the village, but killing me now is a waste. Let’s reason it out. I can’t have killed Wessle, nor could you or Donn Keihote. Koros was innocent, so that leaves WitLees and Luciel. We can kill them both now and guarantee the safety of our village.” WitLees and Luciel objected, but made no sudden movements, warily eying not just the coins in Onidsen’s hands but Sidor’s ring of agents circling behind them and the hyena prowling just outside the ring of torchlight. Onidsen’s hands dropped, as if considering Avil’s words. Only Donn Keihote was ready to take action. “He’s soothing us! I’ll take care of it!” An invisible coppercloud burst out in a radius around him, freeing everyone from the effects of Avil’s soothing. Avil began to panic, eyes darting in the direction where he’d thrown his axe into the darkness. Onidsen was quicker. Coins ripped through Avil’s torso, mixing his blood in with the already bloodstained street. ~~~ “Such a waste,” Ruin’s voice echoed in Linaan’s head. “It’s time for me to resolve this situation myself.” On the ground where Avil lay dying, he suddenly had a final burst of strength. He drew four steel spikes from the inside of his robes, embedding two in his eyes and two between his ribs. He burned pewter, and immediately the fatal wounds inflicted by the coins proved no impediment at all. He burned iron, and his enhanced ironpull easily ripped away Onidsen’s remaining coins, along with the metal vials of Onidsen, Donn Keihote, and Luciel. He burned tin, and suddenly the obscuring blackness of night was as day. He leapt directly to his axe and picked it up, brandishing it at the crowd of villagers. “All our enemies gathered in one place!” Avil declared, in a voice that was both his and Ruin’s. “We will slay you all.” Sunburst Toucan was killed by a Coinshot! They were a Spiked Soother! Fuchsia Ostrich was killed by the Spiked! They were a Village Soother! The game has ended, and the Villagers have won! Player List: Hello everyone! The game is over, and it's voting time! Every year we award three non-Sanderson passes to AG players, and this year will be no different. Please PM us your top three choices in order. The traditional criterion is "best Cosmetic Role adherent", but if you would like to pick based on something else you are free to do so. You can PM us in your GM PM on your anon account or in the PM where you received your login details on your regular account. (Both the original player and pinch-hitter for an account can cast votes if they so desire.) Also, as a reminder to those logging in to their anon account for the first time in a while, please do not authenticate it. We will not be revealing identities yet. That will happen when the votes are done at which point we will post part 2 of the aftermath, post the master spreadsheet , announce pass winners, and make any other announcements . We will also try to put up our post mortems at that point; in the meantime, feel free to talk here on your anon account. Doc Links: Dead Doc Dead Doc 2.0 Elim Doc
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  26. In as Archer, a player that's hellbent on PM spidering.
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  27. I just did a science test and it was three pages. The first two pages I think i got everything right, and then the last page had a question which I'd never seen before and I was so confused. I pretty much wrote down nonsense as my answer and I'm just sad because it was going so well and then my brain sort of crash landed right at the end.
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  28. You forget the Zahel friendship bond - gets the owner access to a bunch color-related phrases they do understand and a pillow fight with Adolin's laundry.
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  29. The fight was great because it was well written. The complimentary powers gave Sanderson great tools to use to develop the narrative. The power differential, like any good comic book, changes to match the current situation and action. Sanderson did a great job balancing the power levels when needed, showing lack of balance to create tension, showing good decision making to resolve the tension, responses to bring tension back, etc. All of the tools were used and the fight was well done. The arguments in this thread are circular and mostly Frustrating.
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  30. Kaladin--survives, better than even chance he swears the fifth Ideal. May end up working with Leshwi. Shallan--absorbs Radiant, begins really patching herself up. Dalinar--nearly storms up his oaths but figures it out after a heart to heart with Adolin. Navani--no clue but she makes something really cool. Like a jetpack or something. Or a Shardgun. Adolin: Gets his butt kicked by far more powerful enemies up and down the book, eventually hashes things out with Dalinar, probably awakens Maya near the end with words like "I will never allow you to be forgotten", and then in the post-climax chapters where they're regrouping after the latest world-shattering event he just ducks out and takes her to Kaladin's group therapy. I would call it 40-60 odds against him awakening Maya without the suspected BAM situation with Connection being fixed. Renarin: Is key to the plot somehow. Better than even odds they unscrew the BAM situation and he and Glys are important there. Jasnah: Teams up with the Sebarials and unscrews the legal system some more. I have no evidence to support this as a possible plot thread but it'd be awesome. TaravOdium: Outsmarts himself and becomes a villain ten thousand times worse than Rayse could ever hope to be. High chance he kills or breaks Cultivation and may even take her power for himself, throwing Hoid for a big loop. Whatever he does, everybody's plans are off the rails. Venli: Along with Leshwi, likely openly switches sides in an attempt to stop the war. Becomes a straight up good person as her atonement reaches a climax. Leshwi: Openly defies TaravOdium and probably ends up being teeth-clenched teammates -> vitriolic best-buds with Kaladin. They both are really grouchy about this if it's pointed out. El: Main antagonist of some sort, the introduction in RoW makes it abundantly clear that this is a very important character.
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  31. Although, If you really try, you could make some sort of parable about ninjas...
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  32. If only they would release Goatsong...
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  33. "Denial is a river in Egypt." - My brother
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  34. Since the game is over, feel free to update the Guestbook PM (or start a new one if your account doesn't have one) for your anonymous account with some details about the game. The general format of an entry is shown below.
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  35. Not every Shard has a number and those numbers don't appear to be always as important to some Shards as they are to others.
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  36. No idea maybe No, no, no and no. I want to see those though. no idea what those are.
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  37. It was my theory that the recreance happened because the Knights and Spren sat down together and discussed the dangers of continuing to do what they were doing vs not having a defense against a possible new Desolation. I think they decided that it was too dangerous to keep going, but the Spren volunteered to stay behind as Shards for the people. They were summoned to the physical realm, then the Knights broke the bond, thus trapping them in the physical realm. It was a sacrifice. It was so the people would still have weapons that could fight the Fused. But they didn't know about Deadeyes. They thought it would hurt. They had surely had people break oaths before. But after BAM was gone, it didn't just hurt them. It wasn't just a quick snap and then they'd recover. It ripped out part of their consciousness. I mena, Spren in the phsyical realm keep their consciousness through their bond with Radiants. These spren are LOCKED in the physical realm, even if they can go back to the CR when unsummoned. But the people didn't know about dismissing blades for decades, or even centuries, after the Recreance. So they were locked in the PR, with no bond to keep their minds intact. Maybe they didn't need the bond to keep their minds in the PR before BAM was captured? And Spren aren't in the CR when they're in Blade form. And so nobody knew what had happened to them. Everyone just knew "Oh, the Radiant Spren decided to stay in the PR." And then they started appearing. Can you imagine? Maya's old friend, another Cultivation Spren maybe, hasn't seen Maya in a couple centuries. That girl went off to be a Radiant Spren, then decided to stay behind as a blade. Oh well. That's her choice. Then Poof, there's Maya, back because her owner figured out how to dismiss her. Only HER EYES ARE GONE. And she can't think. And can't function. And just follows her bonded human around in the CR. How freaky that must have been.
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  38. Colorcoded, informative, and also soul count! (how many of those are mine, by the way?) 9/10
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  39. I mean, I've never seen an airshow, but it would definitely be sick. Since I've never been to one before I bet I'd like it. TPBM is eating an orange.
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  40. This game looks like pure chaos This is a bad idea I'm in as Mehelin, a random bystander (but not RandBy)
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  41. Now this is exactly why we should use those [Support] and [Discuss] tags that Chaos suggested. I'm honestly suprised a mod hasn't already locked this thread. My opinion is that there are multiple examples of fight scenes in the Cosmere where someone fights someone with more power than them and Wax and Dumad is one of them.
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  42. SA2, chapter 65, Shallan's past: I wonder why Malise feels that Shallan deserves her father's wrath. I feel a lot like past Shallan today. The people in power never seem to realize how they're destroying the lives of people under their power, and some of us are broken beyond repair because of it... A couple things I forgot to mention: 1) One could technically argue that Alodin's one against four duel was actually a five against four. There was Adolin, Renarin, Kaladin, we know Pattern also helped, and since Kaladin used Surgebinding, you could technically argue that Syl helped too... 2) I liked how Kaladin thought that he'd actually be happy if Adolin became a Surgebinder. Chapter 66: Loved Adolin in this chapter! So nice to see Adolin and Kaladin starting to become friends. Adolin (1) went to prison as a gesture to Kaladin, (2) gave Kaladin Shards, and (3) believed Kaladin about Amaram (go Adolin!!). Meanwhile, Kaladin... did WHAT? No... Kaladin... I expected better from you... You don't just decide to kill a man because "it will be better for the world". That's not how it works! I assume Kaladin eventually comes to his senses, seeing as everyone in this forum still loves him. I just hope it's soon. Gosh, the characters in Stormlight are so stupid sometimes...
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  43. Which I pointed out was a bad example. Those are parts of his surges. They are not from some external source. He can do it because of his surges. Yeah, I feel you. I just wanted to point out definition of few words. Miles was said to be constantly healing. Miles has a concentration of investiture bigger than Wax. With compounding he gains more investiture than he used it as an input.
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  44. "You know that mom" - @Shining Silhouette
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  45. When your baby brother gives you a rock and you're like: "Oh nooooooo...".
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  46. Navani for the win, she's awesome! I actually have a bit of a problem reading Kaladin chapters because I start feeling depressed as well.
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  47. The High Price of Freedom/Aftermath Honour watched the palace with bated breath. Would her/his/its help actually mean anything? Only time would tell. - Only one more left, the Kholin killer thought, creeping through the hallways after the queen. The last hour and a half had been difficult, with such a to-do around Jasnah Kholin's protection, but finally, finally, she was open to attack. At least, the killer was pretty sure she was. It would be mighty inconvenient if she survived, since he had others to kill after her. He had a mission, after all. Begin the desolation. Not that he'd come here expecting to do that. Quite the opposite in fact, But plans change when one's old gods are revealed. Klade shuddered, remembering the Unmade. He didn't want to be serving his old gods—his people had abandoned them eons ago to avoid exactly this—but then these Alethi just had to meddle in things they didn't understand and look what was happening: the world was on the precipice of a Desolation. And they only had themselves to blame. "Halt!" Klade froze, and then realized that the call hadn't been for him. It came from ahead. He peeked around the corner and saw Jasnah confronting the Captain of the Guard—what was his name? T-something? He couldn't remember. The Queen's back was to Klade. She didn't see him coming, but she didn't have to. - Tearim noticed movement over Jasnah's shoulder. Klade. What was the Parshendi holding? A....knife? It was! And with the way he was looking at Jasnah, it was clear the man had one goal: to kill the queen. Tearim pushed Jasnah out of the way, and then he felt pain. So much pain. Why was there pain? Was it Klade? No, no, Klade had frozen for a second, looking at Tearim, but he still held his knife. So what had happened. Tearim looked at Jasnah. She held a blade—not her Shardblade—and it dripped blood. His blood. She'd tried to kill him. - Klade took the moment of distraction to close the distance between himself and the Queen. He knew he only had one chance to kill her and his aim needed to be true. She was a Radiant. She could heal, but she couldn't heal from a killing stroke. He swung his blade. - A Radiant, dead. Honour lost all hope. The Desolation was coming and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. She'd tried. But it was now clear to her that she'd underestimated Odium. - No, Tearim thought, watching the blade pierce his queen's body. She fell, gasping in pain, and Tearim knew she wouldn't be rising again, Radiant or not. He heard a sound behind him, and then Liss was there, helping him to his feet. She already had her wicked-looking dagger out and Tearim unsheathed his sword. - Klade watched the queen fall. Slowly. The light in her eyes went dark and he knew he'd succeeded. He heard the sound of metal behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder. I thought he was dead. But no, the Captain stood with his sword out, and that servant girl stood next to him, with a weapon of her own. Klade attuned to Irritation. He'd only just murdered the last Kholin. Was there really to be no rest for him? - Ialai had learned much since she'd accidentally killed her husband. She no longer hesitated to kill if she knew it was the right thing to do, and she knew this was the right thing to do. She hurried down the corridor to where she'd heard Jasnah's cry, but when she rounded the corner, she had to pause for a moment to take everything in. Jasnah was on the ground, blood surrounding her. Even at this distance, Ialai could tell her queen was dead. Another Kholin, gone. Tearim stood next to her body. He was also bleeding, and Ialai knew why. Jasnah had attacked him, and he must've retaliated. And now he was trying to kill a Parshendi. Ialai ran to stop the murder, but she didn't get there in time. Klade tried to defend himself, but he was blocked by Liss—where had she come from? Ialai had completely missed seeing her, and why was she helping Tearim?! Tearim skewered the Parshendi. "That's for killing the queen," he said. Ialai brought her blade down, into Tearim's back with as much force as she could. And then his words hit her. Klade had killed Jasnah Kholin. Not Tearim. Tearim had defended her. And she'd just killed the man for it. - Honour breathed a sigh of relief. She'd judged them too harshly, too soon. They'd actually done it. Miraculously. Somehow. Take that, Odium/Senility, she thought. - Wit stood on his chull and brought a scroll out of his pocket. Holding the top, he let the end fall. And fall. And fall. He had a lot he needed to say. But before he was even able to get one word out, Ialai and Liss stumbled into the feast hall. They were both covered in blood and looked rather...distraught. That was curious. But not curious enough to stop him from what he needed to say. He cleared his throat, but Ialai cut him off. "Jasnah is dead. And Tearim. And Klade." Well, that changed things a bit. Wit started rolling the scroll back up while Ialai explained just what exactly had happened. Her explanation took a while, which was good because the scroll took a while to roll up. Finally, though, the scroll was gathered and Ialai's explanation was complete. Wit leaped off his chull. "Well. It seems my time here is done. Fear not: I'll be laughing at your spiritual essences once you all have been long forgotten. Especially you, Sadeas. No, not you Ialai. Your husband. I'm sure his spirit is around here somewhere. Might even be in this rock," Wit said, pulling the moss-covered rock out of his pocket and looked closely at it. It would make a strange sort of sense for Sadeas' spirit to take over something that looked so like him in his physical form, so Wit spoke to the rock. "Even though you're dead, I'm still laughing at you." And then he walked away. As he passed Liss, he dropped the rock onto her head with a "boop," and continued on his way. Liss grabbed the rock off the top of her head and stared at it in confusion. And that's game. A big congratulations to the following players, who completed all of their win conditions: Jasnah Kholin Wit Players who failed one of their non-final win conditions but completed all other win conditions (including those who died after having all their win conditions revealed) also won. Those players are: Ialai Sadeas Ivory Adolin Kholin Liss Drunk Beggar Ash Darkness Kelek Master Spreadsheet Beggar Feast (dead/spec doc) Palace Grounds (ostracism doc) Alethi Secret Societies Shadesmar Women Diplomats Intellectuals Parshendi Gavilar's War Council Heralds Feast Hall Back Wall Monastery Dias/Monastery Dias 2.0 Sunwalk Entrance Ten Herald Hallway Unused Guest Suite Darkened Corridor Loading Dock Art Gallery Thanks to everyone who played and thank you so much to Orlok and El. A thousand thank yous to both of them. I'll have a bit more to say about my thoughts on the game but not tonight. I'll save that for a couple days hence. Please use your own account now. We'll be locking up the anonymous accounts in the next few hours.
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