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Zath last won the day on June 28 2018

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  1. Huhwhatwhywherewho? *looks at thread title* Ha, I don't know what game you all are playing, but I'm winning my game. *learns rules of the game* Oh. Storm it.
  2. Thanks! I've considered becoming an author, yeah. Granted! The Nightwatcher does a quick Google search, jots down the following recipe on a leaf, and then hands it to you. Ingredients 3 cups all-purpose flour 2-1/2 cups sugar 2 tablespoons poppy seeds 1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder 1-1/2 teaspoons salt 3 eggs 1-1/2 cups milk 1 cup canola oil 1-1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract 1-1/2 teaspoons almond extract Directions In a large bowl, combine the flour, sugar, poppy seeds, baking powder and salt. In another bowl, whisk the eggs, milk, oil and extracts; stir into dry ingredients just until moistened. Fill greased or paper-lined muffin cups two-thirds full. Bake at 350° for 20-25 minutes or until muffins test done. Cool in pan 10 minutes before removing to a wire rack. Serve warm. (Recipe from Taste of Home's website.) ... I wish for peace in our time.
  3. The Nightwatcher weeps as she grants your boon. In fact, she's been weeping since you arrived at the Valley. This, to you, seems like a bad sign. A huge waffle appears in the sky. No, that's not right. The sky becomes a gigantic waffle, stretching from horizon to horizon. Only the barest trickle of the sun's light penetrates through the cooked batter to the world below, and tendrils of darkness-- maple syrup-- drip from the sky ominously. You hear a voice in your head, and you instinctively know that it is the waffle's consciousness speaking to you, a consciousness brimming with dire intent. "I am FREE!" In horror, you wrench your gaze from the frankly terrifying scene above you and turn to the Nightwatcher. She speaks quietly to herself, as though repeating something she has read countless times before: "@ginger_reckoning must not be allowed to reach the Valley, for they must not release the waffle that is imprisoned there." She then turns to gaze at you with sorrowful, silken black eyes. "You have doomed us all." ... I wish for time in our peace.
  4. Check back in a year and if you're still okay with that song stuck in your head, the Nightwatcher will officially be impressed. Granted! You are now a barreleye fish. Not only can you breathe underwater, you can look straight up through the top of your skull! Neat! Weird, but neat! Your bane is that you are now a barreleye fish, confined to life in the depths of the Rosharan oceans (or Earth's oceans, your pick). And life in the deep sea is mind-numbing boredom interrupted by brief episodes of extreme terror ('cause the predators down there are downright freaky). As a consolation prize, you sometimes hear David Attenborough's voice in your head, narrating your life. ...No, the Nightwatcher does not watch too many BBC Earth documentaries. Why would you say such a thing? I wish for a plate of infinite mashed potatoes that I could spoon-catapult at my enemies, and they'd be all like, "Agh, what is this? If you're not going to take me seriously, I'll be someone else's archenemesis, someone who will appreciate my enmity," and they'll storm off in a huff and I'll be like, "Yeah, that's right," and smugly take a bite of that creamy mashed potato goodness.
  5. Granted. Your bane is that this song is now stuck in your head FOREVER. ...Also, Lord Business now rules the world, but compared the song-stuck-in-your-head thing that seems like a minor inconvenience. I wish for infinite Batmans.
  6. No offense taken whatsoever.
  7. Granted! Your newfound Surge is powered by something in your immediate vicinity! In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find anything in closer proximity than this resource! Your blood. It's your blood. That's how you fuel your illusions. Macabre, I know, but this is a bane after all. Luckily you have a friend at the outpatient center of your local hospital that's great at drawing blood and asks no questions. You tend to avoid international travel, though, as it's a bit awkward explaining how you obtained all those bags of blood. Telling them that it's fine, don't worry, it's my own blood, doesn't seem to help travel security agents calm down. I wish for the ability to make the people around me sneeze whenever I sneeze.
  8. YKYASW you're trying to figure how to get that last bit of peanut butter from the jar (you know, the thin layer coating the inside that's totally enough for a proper PB&J), and the first idea that comes to you is to find an Edgedancer and have them Slick the interior of the jar. Imagine the efficiency. Not even the smallest amount of condiment, spread, or sauce would ever go to waste. Sigh... If only...
  9. While we're waiting... I'm a two-spacer because A, we used MLA format in my English classes, so I had to either pick up the habit or get bad grades on all my essays; and B, using two spaces after a sentence makes for a smoother reading experience. (Depending on the font used. And depending on whether or not seeing someone use two spaces after every sentence drives you crazy.) Found an article on the subject that's not really conclusive, but is entertaining enough to be worth a read: Anyways. Good work on those roasts, ILuvHats, John203, Kidpen, and Ark1002! Limericks and bad metaphors. What a theme.
  10. Granted! All you have to do is focus on where and when you want to go in the story, breathe deeply, and sneeze. Ta-da! You're in Roshar! Or Newcago! Or the Shire! Or Endor! Or Hogwarts! Or Central City! Wherever you want! The ability even extends to video game worlds! Wow! Welcome to Aperture Laboratories! Or Hyrule! Or the Mushroom Kingdom! And so many more! You have to wait 5 minutes before you can world-hop back out of a world, though, so be sure to pick a place and time that will be relatively danger-free for at least 300 seconds after you arrive. Your bane is that at random times, commercials impose themselves on whatever reality you happen to be in at the moment, superseding everything else that's currently happening and demanding your total attention. They're the most annoying, poor quality advertisements ever devised by the twisted minds of marketing. And they're all for goods and services that you already have. Fortunately, for just $19.99 a month, you can upgrade to Worldhopper Premium and go ad-free! ...If only you could figure out how to access your account and actually upgrade your stormin' subscription! ARGH!! Ninja'd. Storms. Granted! Stan Lee lives in your basement. If you didn't have a basement before, you do now. He eats all your food and never cleans up after himself. It's worth it, though, because every other day he pops up and delivers an utterly hilarious one-liner before hobbling back to your basement to read comics. He's a terrible house guest, but boy, can he make you laugh. I wish to be the ninja.
  11. Those look like the opposite of happy little clouds. (Sorry, oil paintings of nature always make me think of Bob Ross.) Excellent work! I love the streaks of snow being blasted off the mountain peaks by the fierce winds. Definitely a scene that fits in Roshar.
  12. Same. Also, I believe a big part of the reason they risk giving fighters to inexperienced cadets is due to their culture of hero-worship centered on ace pilots. The experienced pilots have substantial sway over the entire community, consciously and subconsciously. They're not just celebrities, they're heroes of the people, symbols of humanity's perseverance and strength-- keeping them happy and safe is key to keeping up the public's morale. Plus it's just natural to accommodate them. Catering to ace pilots is ingrained in the culture. Look at the respect and awe shown to anyone with a pilot's pin, or even a simple cadet's pin. "If Alta is in dire need, if a lifebuster is spotted, then of course we'll call on our ace pilots for duty. But for routine patrols and scavenging missions... Well, haven't the ace pilots already done so much to help the DDF in their time in the sky? Haven't they already risked their lives plenty of times before now? Don't they deserve some time off? Why risk wearing them out or ruffling an ace pilot's feathers over a simple scavenging mission? Besides, this will give the cadets some valuable field experience. We have a few flights of experienced pilots on call; that'll be enough." They don't want to see their heroes shot down, so they rationalize the decision to send inexperienced cadets instead. Even if, on paper at least, fighters are worth more than their pilots, it's easy to justify keeping the ace pilots "in reserve", AKA in safety. Plus, any pilot or cadet with an ounce of true bravery and skill will be able to guide a damaged fighter into a safe landing, so they can salvage the acclivity ring later. Win/win. The Defiant culture has a huge impact on practically every decision made by practically everyone in the book. Practically. And giving fighters to cadets was one of those decisions so influenced. (That last sentence had grammar much. Yes, yes.)
  13. Wow. I really like the colors you used for this scene, and the pattern of light and shadows, and... I dunno, I'm not enough of an artist to identify exactly what I like about it. Just, really good work, here. I'm sending approval in your direction.
  14. Ene has requested that I tell you this: VOIDAPPLE!  *cringes in anticipation of a moderator's wrath*

    (And don't feel obligated to upvote this, Ene.  It's my privilege to blindly jump headfirst into a can of worms.)

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    2. Zath


      *just feels awkward now*

      *concedes victory to Voidus*

      *concedes ice cream to Voidus*

      *concedes anything to Voidus, just please stop crying for the love of Harmony*

    3. Voidus



      *Hides small tears that continue to fall*


    4. AonEne


      Of course your secret plan was to get ice cream. Why wouldn't it have been?

  15. Granted. You can take the sword out of the stone-- but you can't the stone out of the sword! ...Allow me to clarify: the sword will always crave the rocky embrace of stone. Every time you bring the sword near anything remotely stone-like, it will zoom out of your hands straight at the stone as if it were Ironpulled. It's very annoying and, frankly, hazardous. I wish for the tenth pancake.