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  1. The fool ducked the beam of light, the shot barely soaring over their head before they stood back up. "Oh!" The entire room had started to tilt to one side, and cracks could clearly be seen in the walls and supports. "The destruction's probably a couple floors below us, and will reach us any moment now. We'll have to stop messing around, then." The fool began to start walking towards Nameless, who was still on the opposite side of the room to them.
  2. Lightning fast, the fool's blade flew to their side, blocking the strike with the flat of the blade, tip pointed towards the ground. "This'll be fun," they say, breaking off from the clash, swinging their sword back around and up towards Nameless' head once more. "You know, I wonder when the floor's gonna fall from underneath us..."
  3. “I shall warn you, I have picked up quite a lot on my travels… Though, if I’m going to ever show you, I’m going to have to stop beating around the-” Suddenly, they leapt forward with enough force to leave a small crater on the floor behind them, soaring over a desk, and slashing downwards towards Nameless’ head with their sword. “-bush.”
  4. “Whenever you wish,” they said, hefting their blade off their shoulder for the first time since they arrived, clutching it in both hands and taking a fighting stance. The edge of the sword, seen from the thin side from where Nameless stood, visually split the fool’s face in half as it was held in front of him. It was perfectly still, and even as the fool shuffled to the side and weaved around the desks and other furniture filling the peaceful office space they both stood in, this illusion never broke, and no view of the flat blade was made available to Nameless.
  5. Sanderson mentioned the movie I was ranting about in the last status update in the postscript, as an inspiration. I have never felt more validated in my life

    1. Slowswift

      Slowswift

      He mentioned that on an episode of Intentionally Blank too, and my excitement for the Secret Project in question immediately multiplied exponentially. I love that movie so much.

  6. "Interesting question. If it's collapsing, does it really have a defined in or out...? I'll take in." The fool looked over to Nameless. "Perhaps now we'll finally get to test our mettle. We've been here a suspiciously long time in this battle hub without any... well, battle." They look back to the book and quill. "Oh, and no restrictions please. I had the feeling you were about to ask. Can we fight now?"
  7. I don't do these anymore but...
    Secret Project #3 spoilers (up to chapter 11 so not that bad)

    Spoiler

    WHY IS YUMI AND THE NIGHTMARE PAINTER CURRENTLY IDENTICAL TO A MOVIE I WATCHED LITERALLY TWO DAYS AGO.

    Your Name. (yes the period is in the name) is a 2016 film which I won't majorly spoil since it's very good and you should watch it. However in the first third the two main characters periodically switch bodies. One is a shrine maiden from rural japan and the other is a boy from tokyo.


    Yumi and the Nightmare Painter is a 2023 book which I can't spoil since I haven't read it all yet. However in the first part of the book which I have read, the two main characters periodically switch bodes. One is a holy girl from a medieval planet and the other is a boy from a modernish city. Sound familiar?

    I am going insane?


    Your Name. spoilers (Seriously go watch it first!!! This is a major part of the plot and will lessen your experience of the movie!)
     

    Spoiler

    is yumi going to be hit by a meteor

     

     

    1. Goob

      Goob

      Spoiler

      Well, maybe 'switching' is a bit of stretch to describe what's going on in Yumi, but it's close enough to be funny.

       

  8. The fool laughed, before abruptly cutting themselves off and mumbling "Damn you were not listening were you" under their breath. "Ahem. Again, I am not from anywhere. Perhaps this body was created someplace specific but I no longer remember where. My very nature abhors the thought of being attached to anywhere and there's nowhere you're more attached to than where you originated from." They sighed. They'd explained this many times before and yet people seemed to have such struggles understanding... They couldn't blame anyone else, really. The fool's opportunities had been... unique, after all. "You know, I was thinking of starting off simple. A big, flat circle... but that's boring. I'll take a infinitely tall skyscraper collapsing upon itself forever, if you will. Unpopulated, obviously."
  9. The fool gave a sly smile as the stranger appeared before them. "Ah, well met, Nameless. As for my name? Don't have one. I had to give up something to end up here, after all. Though I've been given many names by others, none really ever stuck..." they chuckled. "Good thing, too. A name anchors you to a place. One word with so many connotations, so many memories that could drag you backwards to a place you've already been. Nothing could be more of an anathema to me than that, I think. You can give me one, if you wish, but just remember that in the end, I'll always just be some fool." Looking closer, you can clearly see and describe the fool's appearance, thought what it is for you or for anyone else, I have no clue. "Ha! Perhaps a little much for a first meeting, but you were the one to ask. Anyways, since we're still absolutely nowhere-" the fool looked around, as if to confirm the situation- "I assume we aren't here to fight, at least not yet."
  10. The fool tapped their chin. An interesting set of prompts, though what exactly they wanted out of them, they were unsure. Was it for navigation, were selecting an option would bring them somewhere else to choose their 'contender,' 'environment,' or 'construct' (whatever that last one meant)? Or did it want the fool to fill in the blanks themselves, requesting a specific example of one of those three? They decided to try the simpler question first and circled "Contender" with their quill and let the book do it's thing- if it does anything, of course. In the meantime the fool began to wonder. A dangerous thing for many others, but the fool had practiced long and hard in order to separate themselves from their wonderings (as to not be disappointed when reality kicked back in, as it always did). Who else was here? They had requested other contenders but... they saw no one else around to contend with. Or did they? They squinted their eyes and looked around at the nothing around them. Perhaps some silhouettes were visible in the void...? Eh, nothing there. If anyone wanted to reveal themselves, they'd have to do it themselves. The fool had already revealed themself, but they had no right to break the veil of privacy anyone else had taken in this place.
  11. The fool laughed heartily at the question. Simplicity can be the greatest form of comedy, they thought. What would happen if they answered 'no'? What else was there even to do here? Would they just be immediately ejected from the dimension or be turned into a spectator? The absurdity of the question in a place like this nearly tempted them into scratching down the lie, but they refrained, and scribbled a messy X down beside the 'Yes'. The fool stood up straight, set the quill down, and looked around. "Now what?"
  12. The fool, as always, wandered. Song propelled them as they whistled a merry tune, their eyes barely watching where their feet led them as they savored the lilting melody that floated through their mind. At their side hung a concertina, silently waiting its turn for whenever the fool’s mouth grew tired, or perhaps when they wished to accompany the melody with lyrics. Of course, the fool would also have to sheath their sword in order to wield their weapon of music. The silvery blade was easily 10 handspans long from hilt to tip, long and thin, and currently rested on the fool’s right shoulder, the flat part of the blade resting on his collar and the edge dangerously close to their neck. Only one hand was used to keep it stable, with the other used to tap along with the nondescript song the fool held in their heart. They seemed unconcerned with the possibility of some unexpected obstacle throwing them off balance and causing their own sword to separate their head from their neck; after all, why would they? It hadn’t ever happened before, in any of the uncountable moments in their wanderings. As for where they were, the fool did not know. Nor did they particularly care. They’d come upon someplace interesting soon enough, they knew, as long as they kept walking and whistling. Perhaps they’d run into a city, they thought Or a tree. Or a revolution. Perhaps a refreshing glass of water, a bar of gold, a mountain, a criminal, or anything from the infinite set of anything. They’d seen it all already. And yet, still they had more to see. And they’d be happy to stumble across it on their wanderings, before moving on to the next something. They smiled at the thought. Ah, how wonderful was existence. And if on cue, the fool arrived… somewhere. They stopped their whistling and looked around at their surroundings. Some sort of arena, it looked like, though for now the place of combat was ill-defined, a place without any way to describe it. Though, as with most places, the fool saw beauty, or at least the promise of it. The arena was a blank slate, a sea of possibility, ready for anyone from across dimensions to form it any way they wished. As long as they followed the scene's main prerogative as a place to fight, of course. “A perfect place to practice my barbarism,” they said, chuckling to themselves. Now, they wondered, did they need to register…?
  13. My choice is C. Go big or go home.
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