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    Reading (particularly Brandon Sanderson's books), volleyball, LEGOs (ah, childhood nostalgia), games, music, and other interesting things.

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  1. Hey Zath, you visited on the same day I asked if you were alive, so you probably got the notification and I’m hoping you get this one too. Please don’t pull an Ap on us. I don’t want to bother you if you’re going through a bad time, but it would be nice to know that you’re not dead. I hope you’re okay. 

  2. You okay, sule? :)

    1. AonEne


      Zath? You’re still alive, right? :P 

  3. Thanks for the positive feedback! For me, it's always the moving parts that take a Lego model from cool to awesome. It took me several tries to find a design for the acclivity ring that I was happy with. At first I tried to go for function, then I went for form, but it was all either too clunky or too fragile, so I finally settled on something in the middle. The cockpit windshield, though, is all form. It doesn't open unless you pry it off with your fingernails. I also wanted to make the pilot's chair swivel, but that made the cockpit section too tall and bulky, so I scrapped that idea.
  4. From the album Skyward Lego

    M-Bot, in Lego form! I've been working on this in bits and pieces (literally) ever since I read Skyward. Finished it about a month ago, and it's taken me this long to get around to taking some decent photos of it and uploading it here. I used Ben McSweeney's illustrations from Skyward as reference. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, though I wish I had a curved cockpit windshield in my collection-- I had to make do with the straight windshield piece you see here. Anyways, more angles on this model below. Angled top view: Angled top, wings forward (yes, they move): Rear: Side, angled: Profile (just pretend those two black stands aren't there): Front: Bottom (note the light-lance and acclivity ring ): And yes, the acclivity ring moves (though its range of motion is nowhere near what's described in the book): Spensa in the cockpit, control sphere in the right hand, throttle in the left (I almost mixed that up ): And one last picture of Spensa and M-Bot, to top it all off:

    © September 2019 Zath. That's me. I made this. No stealin', okay?

  5. "If I am my author, I'm an Avatar?" Zath repeated excitedly. "I've waited my entire life for this moment!" Zath crouched in what was-- in his mind-- a martial arts stance and then began moving his arms and dancing around, punching and kicking the air to no discernible effect. After about half a minute of this, Zath put his hands on his hips and sighed. "My chi must be blocked. I can't bend any of the elements." Beram snorted and rolled his eyes. "Not that kind of Avatar, ya big nerd." "Oh," Zath said, embarrassed. "Right. Of course. I knew that." Beram nodded at Ieiea. "What you said, about Writers and Authors being the same? That makes sense to me. Which means that, at some level, it makes sense to this goof, too." Beram waved a hand at Zath.
  6. "Fair enough," Zath said. "I'm not entirely sure what to do here, either. Help everybody figure out what's going on, I guess?" He gestured to the others nearby. "Should we join the discussion? Something about writers, or Writers, I gather. Seems like that'd be right up your alley, you being a Writer Radiant and all." "How do you know if you are a Writer?" Itiah asked. Zath turned to see Itiah raising his hands as if expecting something extraordinary to happen, but nothing did. This seemed to confuse Itiah. Zath was also confused, though probably for different reasons. Zath looked around, surprised. The voice seemed to be coming from above Itiah's head, but there was nothing there to be seen. So Zath addressed the empty air and simply hoped that whoever or whatever had spoken would be able to hear him. "If we're the ones who come up with the system that defines who is or isn't a Writer, then depending on what we come up with, anyone could be a Writer, regardless of whether or not they were a Writer prior to the system we devised. Right? Wait, no, that's only if the system we devise makes someone a Writer, rather than just identifying existing Writers. But if such an identification system didn't exist beforehand, then wouldn't the process of identifying Writers be essentially the same thing as making someone a Writer? Wait, could everyone hear that aquamarine voice just now, or did I just break the fourth wall? Am I even making any noise right now? If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it-" Beram strode forward, took Zath by the shoulders and shook him fiercely. "Snap out of it, man!" "Oh, sorry," Zath said after a moment.
  7. "Oh yeah! I remember that," Zath said, nodding. The dog head blinked in apparent surprise at the movement of the nod. "So you're Ene's Writers Radiant character. What can I do for you?"
  8. That's what my dog would have done in that situation. *shrugs* Zath looked over to the woman who had just spoken. She was dressed in a forest green gown embroidered with purple letters and symbols. "Yeah, that's me," Zath answered. "Who are you and what do you want? Um, also, please imagine I said that politely. Like, 'Who might you be, good lady, and how may I be of assistance?' Yeah, something like that." Zath discreetly took a half step away from Dapper.
  9. “Thanks for catching her," someone said from nearby. Zath tilted his head to see the bridesmaid in the gold dress with long brown hair speaking to him. "Those were some impressive reflexes.” "I've seen you before, somewhere," someone else said. It was the guy who'd been offering Ene some pudding earlier. "Didn't you do that eastern street slang rap?" "You're welcome, and yeah, that eastern street slang rap was me," Zath said weakly as paramedics entered the chapel and hurried toward them. As Zath spoke, the Cavalier King Charles spaniel head protruding from the collar of his jacket nosed at Ene's hair and even tried to nibble on it, but the paramedics lifted Ene onto a stretcher and out of the dog's reach. Zath was oblivious to what the dog head was doing, of course, since he couldn't see it. Zath got to his feet and gingerly rubbed the small of his back. "I'm Zath. You're Rebecca, right?" he said to the bridesmaid. Then he addressed the other guy, "And you're... Well, you're here, I think. ...Oh! You must be Itiah! It's good to meet you both. Or, re-meet, I guess. Or, roleplay-meet for the first time. Or, well, you know what I mean." Other people had been coming and going, some even vanishing or appearing into thin air. Zath heard them discussing Apollyon's death and what could have caused it. The porkpie hat guy in black was apparently Dapper. As Zath tried to listen, he was distracted by the sight of Beram, a piece of chalk in his hand, standing by the spot where Apollyon had fallen. Looking closer, Zath saw that Beram had drawn a chalk outline of the body. Zath also noticed that the head of the chalk outline had a smiley face drawn on it. "Beram! Seriously?" Zath scolded. Beram looked over at him questioningly, and Zath gestured at the smiley face indignantly. "Oh! Right, right, sorry," Beram apologized. He bent down and rubbed away the mouth of the smiley face, then used the chalk to replace it with a frown. Beram looked back at Zath and gave him a thumbs-up, a barely-detectable glint of mischief in his eyes. Zath sighed and rubbed his forehead. To everyone else, it looked like he was petting the dog head on his shoulders.
  10. Zath watched as Ene swayed, then started to fall in a faint. He made an awkward, lurching motion toward her, knowing he should try to catch her but not quite believing that she would actually fall. Zath's reflexes weren't great in crisis situations like this; he tended to freeze up. Unless he was playing outdoor volleyball. But this wasn't outdoor volleyball. ...Or was it? Thinking about volleyball spurred Zath to action. He let his muscle memory take over as he dove forward, low to the ground, hands together and arms stretched out flat as a board as if to dig a spiked volleyball. He managed to get his arms beneath Ene just before she hit the ground, softening the impact. "Whoa, head injury avoided!" Beram commented, looking over. "Nice." "...Ow, my back... I think I pulled a muscle..." Zath said faintly, still sprawled face-down on the floor with Ene's head and shoulders resting on his outstretched arms.
  11. I do appreciate a good Doric when I see one... So there could be merit in preparing for a parasitic-plant-related apocalypse scenario. ... ... ... ... ... You know you're a Sanderfan when you enjoy Brandon Sanderson's stories. ...Yep.
  12. Of all the times to trip and get a bloody nose, Zath thought to himself in irritation as he stood before a bathroom mirror, holding a wad of tissues against the offending nostril. I'm supposed to be at the wedding right now, I'm Apollyon's best man! One of them, at least. I should be there! Hurry up and heal, nose! Zath carefully removed the tissues, ready to replace them if needed, but fortunately it seemed as if his nose had finally stopped bleeding. Zath quickly washed his face and hands of any blood and checked his reflection in the mirror to be sure he was presentable. He didn't want to cause a scene on Ene's and Ap's special day. To his own eyes, Zath looked like himself, dressed in a tuxedo and bow-tie for the wedding. However, Zath now knew from experiences earlier in the day that to everyone else, he looked just like his profile picture on the 17th Shard: a guy in a battered, black leather jacket with the head of a Cavalier King Charles spaniel. Zath didn't know why that was the case. Maybe if he'd done a face reveal, he'd be seen as he actually was? In any case, at least the bow-tie was still visible to other people. Zath hustled out of the bathroom and through the halls, heading for the chapel. As he approached a small side door where he could discreetly enter and get to the spot where Apollyon's best men where supposed to be, Zath heard a loud THUMP, followed by gasps and stifled screams. A sudden dread filled Zath's stomach, as if he'd just eaten several pieces of stale jerky that didn't just disagree with him, but had formed an entire debate club dedicated to disagreeing with everything. Zath opened the door and stepped through to find the chapel in mild chaos. He could see a sizeable hole in the ceiling right above the altar. Standing at the altar was AonEne in a white, long-sleeved wedding gown, embroidered with golden dragons and Aons and whatnot. A crowd of people was rapidly forming around Ene, and everyone seemed to be focused on a crumpled, bloody form on the floor. A form in a white suit... It was Apollyon. "Oh. Oh no," Zath murmured faintly. It was a terribly inadequate response to the tragedy that lay before him, but it was the best he had on such short notice. Apollyon, whom Zath had seen and spoken to earlier that very same day, was dead, killed on the day that he and AonEne were to be married. How could this have happened? "Well! This wedding just got a lot more exciting, huh?" said a voice from Zath's right. Zath turned to see who had spoken. A wiry young man with a mane of unruly amber hair was leaning against the wall next to Zath, watching the goings-on with interest. The guy wore a weathered brown leather jacket, worn jeans, and sturdy boots. A short katana was strapped to his thigh. His face was thin and mostly unremarkable except for his nose, which-- judging by its crooked shape-- looked like it had been broken pretty badly at least once, probably more. "Who... are you?" Zath asked, still in slight shock. "We've met," said the young man casually. "Multiple times actually. Just focus for a bit, it'll come to you. You wrote me, after all, so you have some immunity to my Semblance." Zath frowned at him in confusion. "Wha...?" Then the confusion turned to a sense of familiarity, then to a vague recollection. "Wait, I do remember you," Zath said hesitantly. "I ran into you outside the... uh... oh yeah, the kitchens. You were... eating the food that was supposed to be served after the ceremony." "Yep!" the amber-haired guy replied. "Just getting a head start on those h'or doeuvres. Free food is the best part of weddings." "Wait, you're Beram!" Zath remembered. "And you used your powers, you used your Semblance on me to erase my memories of you!" "Well, you seemed like you were getting cranky over h'or doeuvres, of all things" Beram explained calmly, "so I figured you'd be happier if you forgot about seeing me eating them. You're welcome." "I-- you-- but--" Zath stammered. "Plus, the caterers were starting to get annoyed with me, so I figured I'd make them forget about me too so I could enjoy that free food in peace," Beram continued. "Two birds, one memory wipe." "That's-- but-- you shouldn't--" Zath stammered. "C'mon," Beram said, pushing himself off the wall. "Let's go see what's going on over there." Beram started heading over to the people crowded around Apollyon's body. After a moment, Zath sighed and followed. Zath recognized almost none of the people gathered around Ene. As he and Beram drew closer, many of them suddenly flew through the air by various means to the hole in the ceiling, presumably to investigate. Okay, that just happened, thought Zath, who was unused to seeing people fly so casually. Beram, on the other hand, seemed to take it in stride. Near Ene stood a young woman with long brown hair in a gold dress ringed with topaz around the waist. Zath thought she might be Rebecca, one of Ene's bridesmaids. She looked a bit queasy from the sight of Apollyon's body, which was totally understandable. Also nearby, offering Ene a cup of pudding, was someone who looked like... who looked like... Actually, Zath wasn't sure. Somehow, Zath got the feeling that the guy looked like what he was supposed to look like, but his appearance seemed to shift subtly from one moment to the next, depending on what was happening. ...Or not so subtly, as he was abruptly dressed in a pinstripe suit and a fedora, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked like a private investigator straight out of the early 20th century. And... was that jazz music in the background? Just as abruptly, the guy's appearance returned to normal, whatever "normal" was, and the music faded. Zath blinked, then decided he was better off not asking. Zath also noticed a guy dressed all in black near the back of the chapel, with a porkpie hat pulled down over his eyes. Who dresses entirely in black for a wedding? That's more of a funeral thing, isn't it? A veritable menagerie of characters accompanied him, most notably (at least at first glance) a man in a gleaming white, armored mech suit of some kind. They all seemed to be heading toward Apollyon's body, too. Zath and Beram joined the group around Ene, and Beram crouched down to get a closer look at the body. "Mm-hmm, this fiancé is certainly dead," Beram said, gazing from the body to the hole in the ceiling to the people nearby. "I'd bet on 'murdered', personally." "What makes you say that?" Zath asked worriedly. "Well, you know what they say," Beram said, "a fiancé takes the 'n' out of 'finance'." Zath blinked uncomprehendingly. "...What's that supposed to mean?" "It means I know how to spell 'fiancé'," Beram replied. "Beyond that, nothing much." Zath sighed, and then turned to Ene. "I apologize for Beram's lack of tact," he said. "And I am so sorry for what happened to Apollyon. Maybe if I'd been a better best man, I could've prevented whatever it was that led to this." (...Did I just say 'a better best man'? Zath thought. Language is weird.) To those around Zath (except for Beram, weirdly enough), it was as though his voice was coming from somewhere within the battered leather jacket, slightly muffled. The dog's head poking out from the collar of the jacket clearly wasn't doing the talking. In fact, as Zath spoke, the dog seemed to be sniffing the air with mild curiosity, not paying much attention to what was going on (honestly, it was hard to tell what the dog was focused on, given that each eye pointed a different direction).
  13. You know what we need? Adorable Ozzy and Spook pictures. :wub: Thus you have been charged, forsooth and stuff.

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    2. Zath


      No, no, look at this face:

      Okay, okay, that's enough looking.  It's nap time.

    3. AonEne


      CRAZY EYES :wub:

      Is this da pupper or da doggo? :wub:

    4. Zath


      That was Ozzy, AKA not the puppy.  I'll post some Spook pictures eventually.

  14. I named my puppy Spook, so I can attest to this. ^ "Dockson" has potential. It has those hard consonants that'll make it easier to get your dog's attention, and you can shorten it to "Dox" if you want.
  15. Belated response, but two things. First, Thank you! *weeps in gratitude* Second, regarding spoilers and the new Forum Games forum: Could we get a little guidance? Before, as long as the game was in the right forum, we didn't have to worry about spoilers so much. Since Forums Games is technically a sub-forum of General Discussion now, does that mean that the Brandon-related games should be using a lot more spoiler tags? Would including [Spoilers] in the thread title be enough? Should we do both? etc, etc. Basically, are there any hard-and-fast rules you want us to follow here, or should we just use our best judgement to keep to the site's spoiler policy? One way to avoid confusion about spoilers could be to split Forum Games into Brandon-related spoilery games, and generic non-spoiler games.