Question

[Edgedancer he/him]

Finally ponified Sam and Revolution!

 

 

 

 

Both of 'em together:

 

Awesome!

Now you only have to ponify yourself.

 

The "Lego Ending", right beside the "It Was All a Dream Ending," "The Bacon Ending," and "The Disco Ending."

Does the dico ending involve Discokiller? 

 

Considering the Epics I'm thinking of giving TT, at least one of the current ones may need to die. :/ I'm thinking Kathy or Al. But I don't want to take away one of he nice ones or ruin the Shipping.

Killing Big Al might iniciate the end of the world.

 

Well sparks. I planned on finding a way to neutralize him without spending weeks trying to guess his weakness first. Now the foreshadowing has sealed our fate.

You might already have set up an action that makes his weakness viable. Was that vague enough?

 

Also, were it an unaligned Nighthound in the Tillamook cottage, I fully expect he would have ripped Sam's arm off when she reached in front of him. Funtimes' veiled threats would only have enraged him and launched him into a violent attack on the household.

 

Lucentia, though, is so far a rather different character. I'm really not sure whether she'll react by sighing dramatically and suggesting a truce or by sighing dramatically and trying to murder them all. (I'm 90% certain that she will sigh dramatically either way.)

Nighthound would have started to make even more trouble on principle.

 

As for Lucentia, RAFO! (for one post but still. )

Is it wrong that I still think of this song whenever I imagine Nighthound and Lucentia meeting up again? If Lucentia does attack, then I'm fairly confident that Funtimes would be able to keep herself and her allies safe. The worst case scenario is that she teleports them all back to Portland before the Diamond Queen can impale them all.

Now this one I can give a proper RAFO!

 

Apparently I´m now infiltrating the territory of the odious octopy, I´ll have to think of something.

Does Chimera take diamonds as payment?

[Edgedancer he/him]

THEREFORE I MUST ADD EVEN MORE!

 

To show that I mean business, I made a proper Scorch pony. Much better than the stand-in from The Tale of Mill Tunny.

 

 

Once I make an Electro pony, I can make a group shot of them with CorpseMaker. Which will be adorable once I figure out to give them the outfits from the Cutie Mark Crusaders theme song...

So much pony, we need more. we need MOAR!

 

Edit: this should have been an edit.

Edited September 4, 2014 by Edgedancer

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Awesome!

Now you only have to ponify yourself.

Does the dico ending involve Discokiller?

Killing Big Al might iniciate the end of the world.

You might already have set up an action that makes his weakness viable. Was that vague enough?

Nighthound would have started to make even more trouble on principle.

As for Lucentia, RAFO! (for one post but still. )

Now this one I can give a proper RAFO!

Apparently I´m now infiltrating the territory of the odious octopy, I´ll have to think of something.

Does Chimera take diamonds as payment?

Oh dear.

As for the Disco Ending, you INSPIRE ME! I shall write the Disco Ending with all the terror a Funtimes/Möbius alliance provides!

[Kobold King he/him]

Oh dear.

As for the Disco Ending, you INSPIRE ME! I shall write the Disco Ending with all the terror a Funtimes/Möbius alliance provides!

...You're doing what?

 

 

This is going to be terrifying.

[Edgedancer he/him]

...You're doing what?

 

 

This is going to be terrifying.

Yes, yes it will be.

 

How high in the air is the museum exactly?

[Kobold King he/him]

Yes, yes it will be.

 

How high in the air is the museum exactly?

 

From "What Happened in Oregon," Page 18:

 

 

The museum was rising. It climbed higher and higher, splitting free from the pavement below with a loud crack. A low hum began to permeate the facility, and there was a cool breeze that began to drift through open and shattered window panes. Lightwards looked down out the window--he could already see the city of Portland shrinking, larger and larger parts of the city opened to view. He estimated that they had already risen five hundred feet... make that a thousand... two thousand, three thousand... was this thing going to stop?

 

So a little more than three thousand feet above the ground, I think. I'll perform some Googlemancy and try to put that in context.

 

EDIT: Dang, the Empire State Building is just 1,250 feet high. Did we perhaps go overboard?

 

...

 

Nah.

Edited September 4, 2014 by Kobold King

[Edgedancer he/him]

From "What Happened in Oregon," Page 18:

 

 

 

So a little more than three thousand feet above the ground, I think. I'll perform some Googlemancy and try to put that in context.

 

EDIT: Dang, the Empire State Building is just 1,250 feet high. Did we perhaps go overboard?

 

...

 

Nah.

So about 1km? Sounds good, you´ll like the next Nighthound segment... was that cryptic enough.

[Kobold King he/him]

So about 1km? Sounds good, you´ll like the next Nighthound segment... was that cryptic enough.

 

Is this Cryptic enough?

 

 

(Sorry, couldn't help myself. It's been too long since I set foot in the Cosmere Puns thread.)

[Edgedancer he/him]

Is this Cryptic enough?

 

 

(Sorry, couldn't help myself. It's been too long since I set foot in the Cosmere Puns thread.)

This is exactly what I was going for. (Points to current reputation level. )

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

"Hey. Moby." 

Möbius closed her eyes in a moment of silent frustration. Slaughterhouse rarely bothered using her preferred title of "Your Majesty," or even her full name, for that matter. If you weren't so useful… "Yes, Slaughterhouse? What is it?" 

"Turn around, will ya?" 

"I will when you learn proper manners." 

"Just turn around." 

Möbius did so, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Slaughterhouse, what did you do with your shirt? I've warned you about public nudity before, but this—" 

"Wasn't my fault this time." He lifted a bit of cloth, which she snatched from his hand. 

It was a shirt in form only. The short sleeves were adorned with buttons in the shape of typewriter keys, spelling out "YOU ARE A BUTTFACE" on one and "STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT" on the other. A kitten formed from a thousand rainbow-hued rhinestones nibbled playfully at its own tail on the front. The cloth was of some sort that changed from deep purple to shimmering pink as the light moved across it. "What is this?" 

"It was my shirt, before she got to it." 

"She?" Möbius read the left sleeve again. It must have been a powerful Epic to hold Slaughterhouse down and force this monstrosity onto his torso. An angry one, too, if the message she'd written there was any indication. 

"Some matter transformer. Said she wants to meet with you, but I said—" 

"Send her in." 

"'Scuse me?" 

"Send her in. I want to meet her." When Slaughterhouse did not move, Möbius glared. "If you obey the order she wrote on your sleeve, she will have no reason to transform your pants." 

 

The matter transformer turned out to be a young woman with chin-legnth dark hair and a dress that hurt Möbius' eyes the longer she looked. Lights embedded in her knee-high socks blinked in no discernible pattern. Most striking, however, was the deep frown that creased her face. Möbius knew that look well, having worn it many times since Calamity. Someone had angered this transformer, and she wanted to even the score. 

"You asked for an audience," Möbius said. "And you have one. Speak." 

"Lightwards." 

The pathetic necromancer who had tried to kill her? "Is he still alive after what I did to him?" 

"He hates you." 

That answered her question, then. "What have you to do with him?" 

The transformer pursed her lips in displeasure. "I want him dead. I want him dead forever." 

Precisely what Möbius had wanted when she trapped him in midair. "And you have a way to ensure this, I presume?" 

For the first time since being ushered in, the transformer smiled—widely, deeply, darkly. Möbius liked that smile. It promised hours of fun with one of her least favorite Epics. 

 

"Liiiiighhhhhhhhtwaaaaarrrrrds!" 

Lightwards knew that voice, and for once, it did not frighten him. "Ah, Doctor Funtimes. Here to avenge your pet boyfriend, are you?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

Nighthound chuckled. "This should be entertaining." 

Her giggle floated through the open door. "I made a friend!" 

Lightwards stood, smiling. Her attempt at avenging Traveler—Nathan—had been pathetic. Beyond pathetic, when it came to Nighthound. The acid had not harmed either of them for long. It was painful, yes, but the upside to resurrection was that death never lasted. "Oh?" 

"She did indeed." 

Lightwards' heart stopped, only to double its pace. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be her. Couldn't be. It was a recording, that was it. Funtimes had recorded her voice and brought it back to Portland to—

And then she was there, striding into the room in those hiking boots of hers, arms swinging casually at her sides. But it was her smile, that thin-lipped smile of genuine anticipation, that made Lightwards want to throw himself out the window. 

Not that it would help. 

"Funtimes," Lightwards said slowly, unconsciously backing against a wall, "what is she doing here?" 

"She's my new friend!" 

"Whatever she is to you, she is not your friend." 

"Oh, but I am, Lightwards." Möbius smile widened slightly. "She and I had much to discuss about you." 

Nighthound stepped smoothly between them, but Möbius rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." With a wave of her hand, Nighthound and the floor he stood on vanished from sight. 

​There was no escape. There was only him, Doctor Funtimes—and Möbius. "Funtimes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your pe—about Traveler. Please, I was only trying to cure you of your—" 

The Doctor giggled. "Can you make him better?" 

"Bring him back to life? Yes. I'll make him a Warrior just as soon as you bring him to me." 

"Not like that." She stepped forward, still grinning. "For real." 

Lightwards tried unsuccessfully to back away further. "Funtimes, please. Come to your senses." 

"She did, Lightwards." Möbius smiled, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "She found me." 

 

"A closet. You have existence itself at your fingertips, and you lock us in a closet." 

"This isn't it, Nighthound." 

The feral Epic chuckled. "I don't see how she could add much more than this." 

"Those boxes." Lightwards cast a nervous glance at the stacks of cardboard. "She'll do something with them, I know she will." 

"Please. We're immortal." 

"That's what scares me." 

A giggle floated through the door. "Are you ready for fun?" 

Lightwards wished he could walk through walls. 

A sudden light illuminated the closet with scattered rainbows. One—two—three—four disco balls sprang from the ceiling and spun in lazy circles. 

"Good. Now that we can see, we'll find a way out." 

"There's no way out. This closet is its own universe." 

"You should listen to your companion, Nighthound." That was Möbius. "He knows me well." 

"Funtimes, please! I'm begging you, don't do this!" 

A moment passed in silence. "Is that what Traveler said before you killed him?" 

Nighthound chuckled. "It was indeed." 

"Nighthound, stop!" 

Funtimes giggled again. "I sure won't!" 

Before Lightwards could speak, the cardboard boxes sprang to life, paper turning to dark, sickly green scales and teeth. Lightwards counted three—four—five alligators before they sprang on him. 

​

Doctor Funtimes giggled. "That was fun." 

"It certainly was." Möbius laughed. "I have done some strange things with pocket universes, Doctor, but this is the first time I've ever trapped someone in a disco alligator closet." 

Her giggle became a laugh, one they shared. 

"So," Möbius said when she got her wind back, "where to next?" 

Funtimes grinned. "Ever heard of Las Funtimes?" 

​Las…."Las Vegas, you mean?" 

She giggled. "Not for long."

[Kobold King he/him]

"Hey. Moby." 

Möbius closed her eyes in a moment of silent frustration. Slaughterhouse rarely bothered using her preferred title of "Your Majesty," or even her full name, for that matter. If you weren't so useful… "Yes, Slaughterhouse? What is it?" 

"Turn around, will ya?" 

"I will when you learn proper manners." 

"Just turn around." 

Möbius did so, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Slaughterhouse, what did you do with your shirt? I've warned you about public nudity before, but this—" 

"Wasn't my fault this time." He lifted a bit of cloth, which she snatched from his hand. 

It was a shirt in form only. The short sleeves were adorned with buttons in the shape of typewriter keys, spelling out "YOU ARE A BUTTFACE" on one and "STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT" on the other. A kitten formed from a thousand rainbow-hued rhinestones nibbled playfully at its own tail on the front. The cloth was of some sort that changed from deep purple to shimmering pink as the light moved across it. "What is this?" 

"It was my shirt, before she got to it." 

"She?" Möbius read the left sleeve again. It must have been a powerful Epic to hold Slaughterhouse down and force this monstrosity onto his torso. An angry one, too, if the message she'd written there was any indication. 

"Some matter transformer. Said she wants to meet with you, but I said—" 

"Send her in." 

"'Scuse me?" 

"Send her in. I want to meet her." When Slaughterhouse did not move, Möbius glared. "If you obey the order she wrote on your sleeve, she will have no reason to transform your pants." 

 

The matter transformer turned out to be a young woman with chin-legnth dark hair and a dress that hurt Möbius' eyes the longer she looked. Lights embedded in her knee-high socks blinked in no discernible pattern. Most striking, however, was the deep frown that creased her face. Möbius knew that look well, having worn it many times since Calamity. Someone had angered this transformer, and she wanted to even the score. 

"You asked for an audience," Möbius said. "And you have one. Speak." 

"Lightwards." 

The pathetic necromancer who had tried to kill her? "Is he still alive after what I did to him?" 

"He hates you." 

That answered her question, then. "What have you to do with him?" 

The transformer pursed her lips in displeasure. "I want him dead. I want him dead forever." 

Precisely what Möbius had wanted when she trapped him in midair. "And you have a way to ensure this, I presume?" 

For the first time since being ushered in, the transformer smiled—widely, deeply, darkly. Möbius liked that smile. It promised hours of fun with one of her least favorite Epics. 

 

"Liiiiighhhhhhhhtwaaaaarrrrrds!" 

Lightwards knew that voice, and for once, it did not frighten him. "Ah, Doctor Funtimes. Here to avenge your pet boyfriend, are you?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

Nighthound chuckled. "This should be entertaining." 

Her giggle floated through the open door. "I made a friend!" 

Lightwards stood, smiling. Her attempt at avenging Traveler—Nathan—had been pathetic. Beyond pathetic, when it came to Nighthound. The acid had not harmed either of them for long. It was painful, yes, but the upside to resurrection was that death never lasted. "Oh?" 

"She did indeed." 

Lightwards' heart stopped, only to double its pace. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be her. Couldn't be. It was a recording, that was it. Funtimes had recorded her voice and brought it back to Portland to—

And then she was there, striding into the room in those hiking boots of hers, arms swinging casually at her sides. But it was her smile, that thin-lipped smile of genuine anticipation, that made Lightwards want to throw himself out the window. 

Not that it would help. 

"Funtimes," Lightwards said slowly, unconsciously backing against a wall, "what is she doing here?" 

"She's my new friend!" 

"Whatever she is to you, she is not your friend." 

"Oh, but I am, Lightwards." Möbius smile widened slightly. "She and I had much to discuss about you." 

Nighthound stepped smoothly between them, but Möbius rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." With a wave of her hand, Nighthound and the floor he stood on vanished from sight. 

​There was no escape. There was only him, Doctor Funtimes—and Möbius. "Funtimes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your pe—about Traveler. Please, I was only trying to cure you of your—" 

The Doctor giggled. "Can you make him better?" 

"Bring him back to life? Yes. I'll make him a Warrior just as soon as you bring him to me." 

"Not like that." She stepped forward, still grinning. "For real." 

Lightwards tried unsuccessfully to back away further. "Funtimes, please. Come to your senses." 

"She did, Lightwards." Möbius smiled, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "She found me." 

 

"A closet. You have existence itself at your fingertips, and you lock us in a closet." 

"This isn't it, Nighthound." 

The feral Epic chuckled. "I don't see how she could add much more than this." 

"Those boxes." Lightwards cast a nervous glance at the stacks of cardboard. "She'll do something with them, I know she will." 

"Please. We're immortal." 

"That's what scares me." 

A giggle floated through the door. "Are you ready for fun?" 

Lightwards wished he could walk through walls. 

A sudden light illuminated the closet with scattered rainbows. One—two—three—four disco balls sprang from the ceiling and spun in lazy circles. 

"Good. Now that we can see, we'll find a way out." 

"There's no way out. This closet is its own universe." 

"You should listen to your companion, Nighthound." That was Möbius. "He knows me well." 

"Funtimes, please! I'm begging you, don't do this!" 

A moment passed in silence. "Is that what Traveler said before you killed him?" 

Nighthound chuckled. "It was indeed." 

"Nighthound, stop!" 

Funtimes giggled again. "I sure won't!" 

Before Lightwards could speak, the cardboard boxes sprang to life, paper turning to dark, sickly green scales and teeth. Lightwards counted three—four—five alligators before they sprang on him. 

​

Doctor Funtimes giggled. "That was fun." 

"It certainly was." Möbius laughed. "I have done some strange things with pocket universes, Doctor, but this is the first time I've ever trapped someone in a disco alligator closet." 

Her giggle became a laugh, one they shared. 

"So," Möbius said when she got her wind back, "where to next?" 

Funtimes grinned. "Ever heard of Las Funtimes?" 

​Las…."Las Vegas, you mean?" 

She giggled. "Not for long."

 

 

...and terrifying. The characterization is spot on and that ending... Calamity.

 

* all the upvotes *

[Edgedancer he/him]

"Hey. Moby." 

Möbius closed her eyes in a moment of silent frustration. Slaughterhouse rarely bothered using her preferred title of "Your Majesty," or even her full name, for that matter. If you weren't so useful… "Yes, Slaughterhouse? What is it?" 

"Turn around, will ya?" 

"I will when you learn proper manners." 

"Just turn around." 

Möbius did so, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Slaughterhouse, what did you do with your shirt? I've warned you about public nudity before, but this—" 

"Wasn't my fault this time." He lifted a bit of cloth, which she snatched from his hand. 

It was a shirt in form only. The short sleeves were adorned with buttons in the shape of typewriter keys, spelling out "YOU ARE A BUTTFACE" on one and "STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT" on the other. A kitten formed from a thousand rainbow-hued rhinestones nibbled playfully at its own tail on the front. The cloth was of some sort that changed from deep purple to shimmering pink as the light moved across it. "What is this?" 

"It was my shirt, before she got to it." 

"She?" Möbius read the left sleeve again. It must have been a powerful Epic to hold Slaughterhouse down and force this monstrosity onto his torso. An angry one, too, if the message she'd written there was any indication. 

"Some matter transformer. Said she wants to meet with you, but I said—" 

"Send her in." 

"'Scuse me?" 

"Send her in. I want to meet her." When Slaughterhouse did not move, Möbius glared. "If you obey the order she wrote on your sleeve, she will have no reason to transform your pants." 

 

The matter transformer turned out to be a young woman with chin-legnth dark hair and a dress that hurt Möbius' eyes the longer she looked. Lights embedded in her knee-high socks blinked in no discernible pattern. Most striking, however, was the deep frown that creased her face. Möbius knew that look well, having worn it many times since Calamity. Someone had angered this transformer, and she wanted to even the score. 

"You asked for an audience," Möbius said. "And you have one. Speak." 

"Lightwards." 

The pathetic necromancer who had tried to kill her? "Is he still alive after what I did to him?" 

"He hates you." 

That answered her question, then. "What have you to do with him?" 

The transformer pursed her lips in displeasure. "I want him dead. I want him dead forever." 

Precisely what Möbius had wanted when she trapped him in midair. "And you have a way to ensure this, I presume?" 

For the first time since being ushered in, the transformer smiled—widely, deeply, darkly. Möbius liked that smile. It promised hours of fun with one of her least favorite Epics. 

 

"Liiiiighhhhhhhhtwaaaaarrrrrds!" 

Lightwards knew that voice, and for once, it did not frighten him. "Ah, Doctor Funtimes. Here to avenge your pet boyfriend, are you?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

Nighthound chuckled. "This should be entertaining." 

Her giggle floated through the open door. "I made a friend!" 

Lightwards stood, smiling. Her attempt at avenging Traveler—Nathan—had been pathetic. Beyond pathetic, when it came to Nighthound. The acid had not harmed either of them for long. It was painful, yes, but the upside to resurrection was that death never lasted. "Oh?" 

"She did indeed." 

Lightwards' heart stopped, only to double its pace. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be her. Couldn't be. It was a recording, that was it. Funtimes had recorded her voice and brought it back to Portland to—

And then she was there, striding into the room in those hiking boots of hers, arms swinging casually at her sides. But it was her smile, that thin-lipped smile of genuine anticipation, that made Lightwards want to throw himself out the window. 

Not that it would help. 

"Funtimes," Lightwards said slowly, unconsciously backing against a wall, "what is she doing here?" 

"She's my new friend!" 

"Whatever she is to you, she is not your friend." 

"Oh, but I am, Lightwards." Möbius smile widened slightly. "She and I had much to discuss about you." 

Nighthound stepped smoothly between them, but Möbius rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." With a wave of her hand, Nighthound and the floor he stood on vanished from sight. 

​There was no escape. There was only him, Doctor Funtimes—and Möbius. "Funtimes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your pe—about Traveler. Please, I was only trying to cure you of your—" 

The Doctor giggled. "Can you make him better?" 

"Bring him back to life? Yes. I'll make him a Warrior just as soon as you bring him to me." 

"Not like that." She stepped forward, still grinning. "For real." 

Lightwards tried unsuccessfully to back away further. "Funtimes, please. Come to your senses." 

"She did, Lightwards." Möbius smiled, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "She found me." 

 

"A closet. You have existence itself at your fingertips, and you lock us in a closet." 

"This isn't it, Nighthound." 

The feral Epic chuckled. "I don't see how she could add much more than this." 

"Those boxes." Lightwards cast a nervous glance at the stacks of cardboard. "She'll do something with them, I know she will." 

"Please. We're immortal." 

"That's what scares me." 

A giggle floated through the door. "Are you ready for fun?" 

Lightwards wished he could walk through walls. 

A sudden light illuminated the closet with scattered rainbows. One—two—three—four disco balls sprang from the ceiling and spun in lazy circles. 

"Good. Now that we can see, we'll find a way out." 

"There's no way out. This closet is its own universe." 

"You should listen to your companion, Nighthound." That was Möbius. "He knows me well." 

"Funtimes, please! I'm begging you, don't do this!" 

A moment passed in silence. "Is that what Traveler said before you killed him?" 

Nighthound chuckled. "It was indeed." 

"Nighthound, stop!" 

Funtimes giggled again. "I sure won't!" 

Before Lightwards could speak, the cardboard boxes sprang to life, paper turning to dark, sickly green scales and teeth. Lightwards counted three—four—five alligators before they sprang on him. 

​

Doctor Funtimes giggled. "That was fun." 

"It certainly was." Möbius laughed. "I have done some strange things with pocket universes, Doctor, but this is the first time I've ever trapped someone in a disco alligator closet." 

Her giggle became a laugh, one they shared. 

"So," Möbius said when she got her wind back, "where to next?" 

Funtimes grinned. "Ever heard of Las Funtimes?" 

​Las…."Las Vegas, you mean?" 

She giggled. "Not for long."

I... just... no meme can express the awesome..

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

*bows* 

[Kobold King he/him]

Also, I just realized that I've used the name "Slaughterhouse" for two different Epics, and that both apparently exist in the this RP's universe. Since Lightwards references working with an Epic by that name, but has never met the Calamityville Slaughterhouse.

 

Continuity for the win.   

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Also, I just realized that I've used the name "Slaughterhouse" for two different Epics, and that both apparently exist in the this RP's universe. Since Lightwards references working with an Epic by that name, but has never met the Calamityville Slaughterhouse.

 

Continuity for the win.   

 

If Slaughterhouse met Slaughterhouse, would the universe implode, or would it just implode all of Mobius' pocket universes? 

 

"Calamityville Slaughterhouse" sounds like the most B-list of B-list horror movies, by the way.  

[Edgedancer he/him]

Also, I just realized that I've used the name "Slaughterhouse" for two different Epics, and that both apparently exist in the this RP's universe. Since Lightwards references working with an Epic by that name, but has never met the Calamityville Slaughterhouse.

 

Continuity for the win.   

Oh, tose two were different? What does the other one do?

 

And while I´m askingf questions, did I miss anything important? (I have to ask his for missing a day or two you picked up more than even I imagined.)

[Kobold King he/him]

If Slaughterhouse met Slaughterhouse, would the universe implode, or would it just implode all of Mobius' pocket universes? 

 

"Calamityville Slaughterhouse" sounds like the most B-list of B-list horror movies, by the way.

 

 

We might actually want to look into that as a limited run Halloween RP.

 

Oh, tose two were different? What does the other one do?

 

And while I´m askingf questions, did I miss anything important? (I have to ask his for missing a day or two you picked up more than even I imagined.)

 

The other one is fairly boring by comparison: he was an elderly butcher who gained the power to mentally summon and control knives. He liked surrounding himself with "blade storms" and slicing people to itty-bitty pieces.

 

I don't think you missed anything important... are you familiar with Saccharine?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

 

We might actually want to look into that as a limited run Halloween RP.

 

 

The other one is fairly boring by comparison: he was an elderly butcher who gained the power to mentally summon and control knives. He liked surrounding himself with "blade storms" and slicing people to itty-bitty pieces.

 

I don't think you missed anything important... are you familiar with Saccharine?

 

I know I'm answering this out of order, but….SACCHARINE. SHE IS AWESOME. READ. NOW.

 

As for the limited-run Halloween RP, that's actually a fun idea. Everyone can play with their most terrifying Epics, in-game, out-of-game, or deceased. I should have introduced the High Epic from Remington's past by then, so I can use him. (Spoiler: I'm writing for him and he's creeping me out. So he'd be perfect for a Halloween RP.) 

[Edgedancer he/him]

 

We might actually want to look into that as a limited run Halloween RP.

 

 

The other one is fairly boring by comparison: he was an elderly butcher who gained the power to mentally summon and control knives. He liked surrounding himself with "blade storms" and slicing people to itty-bitty pieces.

 

I don't think you missed anything important... are you familiar with Saccharine?

 

 

I know I'm answering this out of order, but….SACCHARINE. SHE IS AWESOME. READ. NOW.

 

As for the limited-run Halloween RP, that's actually a fun idea. Everyone can play with their most terrifying Epics, in-game, out-of-game, or deceased. I should have introduced the High Epic from Remington's past by then, so I can use him. (Spoiler: I'm writing for him and he's creeping me out. So he'd be perfect for a Halloween RP.) 

I know Saccharine, don´t worry.

 

My most horrorfying Epic without worrying about balance and the like? Holly molly, nightmares shall reign.

[Tulir he/him]

I added one of my favorite Epics I have created so far in the post Mundivore is in, what are the thoughts on Parity?

[Kobold King he/him]

I added one of my favorite Epics I have created so far in the post Mundivore is in, what are the thoughts on Parity?

 

I like him/her. The color-based power kind of reminds me of Warbreaker, which is one of my favorite Cosmere novels.

 

As for the limited-run Halloween RP, that's actually a fun idea. Everyone can play with their most terrifying Epics, in-game, out-of-game, or deceased. I should have introduced the High Epic from Remington's past by then, so I can use him. (Spoiler: I'm writing for him and he's creeping me out. So he'd be perfect for a Halloween RP.) 

 

Maybe it could be set in Calamityville, so we get one of the most awesome RP names on the forum? Maybe the meta-plot could involve a mental Epic attacking Möbius and driving her temporarily insane, letting the creepy Epic PCs fight one another through twisting streets based on M. C. Escher paintings. 

[Edgedancer he/him]

I added one of my favorite Epics I have created so far in the post Mundivore is in, what are the thoughts on Parity?

The power seems interesting, although the strict black/white mechanism is a strong case of "Epic powers don´t make sense"

 

Maybe it could be set in Calamityville, so we get one of the most awesome RP names on the forum? Maybe the meta-plot could involve a mental Epic attacking Möbius and driving her temporarily insane, letting the creepy Epic PCs fight one another through twisting streets based on M. C. Escher paintings. 

Do you want me to send in Crow? Most disturbing Epic I have at the moment. (At least without recycling storybreaker powers from my other sources.)

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I like him/her. The color-based power kind of reminds me of Warbreaker, which is one of my favorite Cosmere novels.

 

 

Maybe it could be set in Calamityville, so we get one of the most awesome RP names on the forum? Maybe the meta-plot could involve a mental Epic attacking Möbius and driving her temporarily insane, letting the creepy Epic PCs fight one another through twisting streets based on M. C. Escher paintings. 

 

Oooh, I like.

 

The power seems interesting, although the strict black/white mechanism is a strong case of "Epic powers don´t make sense"

 

Do you want me to send in Crow? Most disturbing Epic I have at the moment. (At least without recycling storybreaker powers from my other sources.)

 

If Kobold will be using Slaughterhouse and Mobius, why not?  

[Kobold King he/him]

Do you want me to send in Crow? Most disturbing Epic I have at the moment. (At least without recycling storybreaker powers from my other sources.)

 

I don't remember precisely who Crow is, but he sounds cool!

 

This is going to be so awesome. Waiting for October might just kill me.

 

[Edgedancer he/him]

If Kobold will be using Slaughterhouse and Mobius, why not?

 

Also your post made me think of something. Especially this line.

 

Try anything else and I'll trap you like your diamonds.

As we know Lucentia can create invinite diamonds and doesn´t have to worry about crushing herself. For an ordinary containment that would meant that eventually she has enough pressure to burst it open. But what would happen in one of Möbius spaces? Sooner or later she would collapse into a black hole or something, wich messes with space time in its own way. Could that help her to escape or would she only kill physics?

 

 

I don't remember precisely who Crow is, but he sounds cool!

 

This is going to be so awesome. Waiting for October might just kill me.

 

From the google.doc on Epic ideas:

Crow: Has control over nearby crows. He can use those crows to rip out the life energy, represented as a flame, of other people and absorb it. The absorbed energy can be spend to achieve multiple ways, which can be summed up in two main groups: 1) Physical strengthening and healing. 2) Forming bird themed constructs, feathers, wings, birds etc.,that can also manipulate others life energy. (just for balance sake I suppose he shouldn´t be able to mess with other Epic´s life energy but then again, when have Epics ever been balanced.)

and the pony:

 

Neither can I. Time shall deliver us to a cruel fate.

 

You wanna go next Kobold?

Edited September 4, 2014 by Edgedancer