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Welcome to the Highway! For those who have finally managed to crawl through all those alleys, let me tell that there is only one rule on the highway.

 

DON'T ASK ME HOW STORMING BRIGHT IT IS!!

 

Members of the Highway:

 

Customs Official and Founder - Young Bard

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I bet it's mediocrely lit. 

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A car zooms up, stopping by Venture and Winter. Black, with tinted windows, and a license plate that says : NOT SPY. A door opens, and a big beefy man gets out. "Get in the car." he says.

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I wouldn't do that if I were you.

 

I call middle word.

 

Winter sighed and jumped beneath the highway as a huge explosion engulfed the car.

 

Sorry. Not sorry.

 

Fine. This way, Winter gets the middle word. 

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Why does Winter always stop by and try to blow up the other guilds for no apparent reason?
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Now all this guild needs is a rival group called "My Way."

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The Low Way
The Right Way
The Left Way
The Wrong Way
The Way Of Kings
The Way of Things
The Way of Ways
The Way of Waves

 

And so on.

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Why does Winter always stop by and try to blow up the other guilds for no apparent reason?

In this case, it's Ruin. She's nuts. 

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Thow falls headfirst onto the car.

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The car is a pile of smoldering wreckage. 

 

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What she said.

 

"Sorry."

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She does like to make a scene, doesn't she.

That's alright though. Because of the strange multiple personalities thing and the essence spike, she often hallucinates. The car is still there, feel free to make your own choices regarding it.

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Actually, Winter isn't the one who's really doing anything anymore. It's us- Shard of Chaos. 

 

Yup. What Kae said. 

 

"My permanent headache. They're Shards, not my personalities. If only I could get rid of them." 

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Actually, Winter isn't the one who's really doing anything anymore. It's us- Shard of Chaos. 

 

Yup. What Kae said. 

 

"My permanent headache. They're Shards, not my personalities. If only I could get rid of them." 

 

Simple.  All you have to do is give Ruin to me!   :ph34r:  :ph34r:  :mellow:  :ph34r:  :ph34r:

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We're combined, silly. Shard of Chaos. 

Except not that Chaos. He's much more sane than us. 

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"Hey at least you only have two voices in your head, try spiking yourself a few thousand more times and see how you can cope with a few dozen different personalities vying for attention."

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"Ouch. Headache." Winter sighed. "Cleo and Kae, holders of Devotion and Ruin respectively, could you please shut up?"
 

No. 

No. 

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"I can fix that," said Thow, climbing out of the car that may or may not have been there. "Just eat this potato."

 

He pulls a potato out of his pack, then offers it to Winter. "Be careful, though. This may explode, open a vortex, or do nothing. It's so darn hard to tell them apart."

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A small, crystalline spike impaled the potato midair, sending it spinning off into the Dark Alley.

 

"Thank you for the free Investiture!" Maleril winked, then disappeared.

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Fine, we'll leave her alone.

Besides, we had more fun when it was just us.

Yup. 

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A lone wanderer in ragged clothing dragged his bloody feet throught the road, and for a moment lifted his face and straighted his back, staring at the undecipherable cloudy sky, as if waiting for the rain to come. His long dark blond hair reached his back and looked like a lightning had struck him. Perhaps one did. The man's equaly chaotic beard did little to hide his young age, and his clothing, while worn, may once have been fine.

He looked right, and then left, his face expressionless, and walked three more steps looking forward in what could be anything from indifference to grim resolution, before asking to the winds: "How many miles are we from the starlit pools, were the hunters lose their prey?".

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Thow stares blankly at the space where his potato once was, then looked at the bearded man.

 

"I'd say maybe.. 5?"

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The big burly man looked around. This was... highly unusual, even for things in which he was involved.

 

He whispered to the air, knowing only his boss would be able to hear him. "Backup requested."

 

(Note: The person he speaks to is a Shard. Working on details.)

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"Five?! Oh, God Beyond, why does this always happens to me?" He sat down and looked into the heavens and their indeterminable lighting, and said "Well, I think I should rest now. Is that big guy over there talking to God? He looks like he is muttering something."

EDIT: (note:I am new to this roleplaying business.)

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