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  1. So this is a thing I made a few years back. It's probably bad. What do you think? In this world, the realm of dreams and creativity is called the Mindscape. The "real" world is called the Outside by Mindscape denizens. Outsiders find their way into the Mindscape when they dream. Every fiction ever dreamed exists in the Mindscape. There is an ongoing debate on whether Outsiders create the Mindscape worlds by dreaming or simply dream of worlds that already exist. Each Outsider can see some worlds and no others, though they will usually see fewer than capacity. Each Outsider also has a private area of the Mindscape that's similar to a landing pad, a place where they dream into before ending up in a world. No other Outsider can access the private area, and this area is generally free of Mindscape denizens. Egos have a similar area, which is where they go when they dream. It is unknown if Egos go to a deeper Mindscape or just relocate in the Mindscape when they dream. The Dreamer can sense things in the Mindscape but cannot move them(or make footprints). The rules of the world are what the Dreamer believes they are, so if the Dreamer thinks they can fly or walk on water, then they can. When the Dreamer wakes up, the events of the Dream are vague and generalized. This causes misinterpretation and different versions of the same world to be written and published(Alice in Wonderland book vs movie). People can choose to stay if they want, entering a permanent coma. Usually there will be a note left explaining the decision. Outsiders that do this gradually forget the Outside in favor of the neverending Mindscape. Mindscape denizens can be divided into 2 categories: Egos and Figments. Egos are dynamic characters, more like real people. These are usually POV characters and main characters. The protaganist, the antagonist, everyone characterized with a personality. Figments are like movie extras, existing to flesh out a world without having any depth themselves. These are the nameless, faceless, voiceless people. The check-out person, the man on the street, everyone who would never get attention. Imaginary friends(IF) are a special case of Figments. They are found by a young child and befriended, however the IF will not be able to know anything the child does not. The IF has the illusion of sentience, but it is an empty shell pantomiming. Once the child stops believing and remembering, it loses all semblance of sentience, though it still has form in the Mindscape. Imaginary friends can be brought back from being forgotten, though the relationship will often be soured because of the Outsider's guilt over forgetting. Tulpas are a special case of Egos. They are "manufactured" Egos, created by an Outsider devoting time to create a Mindscape denizen in their private area. Tulpas are as variable as the Dreamer. Egos and tulpas can also create tulpas. This can lead to "Tulpa-ception" where tulpas make tulpas who then make more tulpas and on and on. There is no limit to the number of tulpas one can have, though tulpas that are not actively thought of tend to go the Mindscape.
  2. This is a concept that mulled around in my head for a bit, but then I finally got some free time to put it together. It'll be a series of Wayne-and-Steris vignettes. Enjoy. Frigid, Part I: Masque Wayne swung open the old oak doors and stepped into Wax's study. Lingering for a moment in the doorway, the scent of dust, metal shavings, book-cover leather, and single-malt whiskey made its way to his usually unhelpful nose. He inhaled and savored in the familiar aroma, closing his eyes and smiling to himself. It was a smell of friendship, kinship, and the shared bond of people who had gone through everything together. And of Wax's odd habits. He opened his eyes and stepped into the room. The usual surroundings unfolded in the lantern light. Wax had said something about not wanting to install electrics, the reason for which had shifted from "They're so unreliable" to "Maybe some other time" to "After the wedding" to "There's no point, they're already installed in the tower." Wayne did a circuit around the room to turn off the lights, walking from the bookshelf to the liquor cabinet. He turned to the desk, and saw in the faint light a figure in a mask, an apron, and some very threatening leather gloves, holding a test tube in some clamps over a small burner plate. Wayne cursed softly and reached for his duelling canes, but then paused and blinked at the figure. It didn't seem to notice him. Shuffling towards the figure, He began to fill his goldminds. He coughed softly. The figure did not respond. "Ruination," he said aloud. The figure looked up and tilted its head. "Wayne?" A familiar, if muffled voice came from behind the mask. Wayne thought he knew the voice faintly, and then it struck him. "'Ello, Crazy." "Hello, Idiot." "Loving the new look. I've heard the 'husband's welding mask' thing is all the rage in Bilming. Or did you and Allik go down the prom on a day out?" "I don't have time for your... usual nonsense today, Wayne. As you can see, Lord Waxillium has tasked me with-" Wayne stopped listening. He didn't even have to do the usual responses of "mhm" and "yup", or even nod, as she wouldn't notice anyhow. He glanced towards the burner plate. How, he wondered, is she not melting? He chided himself. Even though she was who she was, Wax loved her. And, being the best friend that git Wax ever had, Wayne figured he should respect his choices. No matter how... frigid. He began wandering around the room. He was in the middle of fairly swapping a few pens from the cabinet for a string of pink ribbon and some crackers from his pocket when a thunderous cracking noise came from across the room. Wayne threw a speed bubble up, reflexively flaring his bendalloy. After looking around and seeing no gun-toting bandits or insufferable brown-suited shapeshifters, he dropped the bubble. He always got a bit jumpy when storing health. "Preservation's Wings, woman!" "What?!" A soft but frantic voice piped up. "Wayne, what is it?!" "What is it? You just scared me 'alf to death with your gunshot allergies!" "Oh, dear. It must be the dust in this mask. I'm sorry for startling you." Wayne recoiled. Sorry? "It's, ah... it's fine. I'm 'boutta run down to the kitchens, see what I can nab, er, find." He paused, then spoke again. "You, uh, want anything?" "I could do with a baywrap, if there are any left over from tea. Thank you, Wayne." He managed a soft "Yeah," then slowly walked out of the room and down the stairs. Thank you? This was new for Steris. Probably the wedding, he thought, putting her in a better mood for a while. She'd be back to normal in... a few days, at most. As he was making his way down the stairs, Wayne realized: Steris hadn't even told him, in that pedantic and killjoy voice, not to steal anything. And for once, he didn't feel like it, anyhow
  3. This is both a game and an intellectual exercise. This is for those of us who like speculative situations, well thought-through contingency plans, endeavoring to prevent the planet from being destroyed, and the occasional moral dilemma. Interested? Here's how I'm thinking this will work. One member will post a scenario. This scenario will hinge around a speculative element, either rooted in the realm of science fiction or from the realm of fantasy. The key is that the incident must be paranormal and potentially threatening towards society. Once the scenario has been established, other members will play the roles of the administrators of a global foundation dedicated to protecting the planet from the paranormal. They will accomplish this by... Investigating the scenario by asking the original poster questions; Determining what level of threat the scenario entails; And ultimately, by either taking action or allowing the situation to play out on its own. It will then be up to the person who devised the scenario to let the forum know whether their actions or lack thereof have saved or destroyed the world. Often nicknamed "The Worst That Could Happen Foundation" for their paranoia and detailed contingency plans, these administrators have access to military, scientific, and legal resources, with a global level of influence. With that said, their resources are not limitless, prohibiting them from nuking every paranormal event in sight or launching haunted objects into the sun. You can think of this either as a game or as an open forum for discussing hypothetical situations. I think this could be a lot of fun, simply as a way of flexing our creative and paranoid muscles. If there's any interest at all in this sort of game/mental exercise, I'll post an opening scenario for everyone to debate about. Once there's a group consensus about my straightforward situation (it'll probably be something simple that has to do with aliens), I'll pass the reins on to another member who wants to come up with a fiendishly world-threatening situation. Remember the key aspect of this game: you don't know everything about the scenario, and the worst thing that could happen probably will. So I'll reiterate... anyone interested?
  4. So I've seen lots of threads about favorite characters and the like, but here I ask the question what is your favorite thing? Shardblades don't count because you know reasons >_> also it has to be a specific thing like Hoid's flute and not a general thing like rocks or something My favorite is Kaladin's belt knife of last resort, the one he is always pointing at people who are probably about to kill him, and that he makes that shardbarer yield with in the arena. Special mention to the part where he drops it at the end of the book, that was just so perfect and it marked how totally out of gas he was. It was amazing. That knife is so cool, just imagine if it was able to talk and it was chilling with the other knives and it would be all "and then the assassin in white just bolted into the sky, screaming, at the sight of my pure awesomeness." and then the other knives would be all kinds of impressed and crown him as their king and build him a throne made out of knife blades and sharp stuff and the belt knife would sit in it and rule over all knives as king of the pointy things. the end. So tell me, what do you think is the best thing in the storm light archives? but you should know that your wrong it's Kaladin's knife.
  5. For the uninitiated, this is Argument Champion. It's a game in which you win arguments by connected good concepts with your side, and bad concepts with the other. And it is awesome. For those who have previously played it, or who played it just now after reading this, what do you think? Brilliant satire of modern politics, extremely fun game, or both? (Hint: Both.)