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On 9/26/2017 at 1:35 AM, btcannon said:

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More Sanderfan memes:

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In your final meme, I've already done the first two options.

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^hahaha! Yes! I'm feeling the same way. I can't sit around refreshing the link all night. I just can't. I have kids to take care of and a little essential thing called sleep. I hope they fix it soon!

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Chapter 14 | @ Kaladin

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Chapter 14 | @ Khen (the female voidbringer) to the male:

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Chapter 14 | @ Kal watching the voidbringers:

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Chapter 13

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Chapter 15 | @ Adolin & Shallan discussing the Urithiru murders:

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Chapter 15 | Shallan's mental image when Adolin offers to train her:

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Chapter 15 | @ Shallan

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Chapters 1 - 15 | All the surgebinders (but especially Kaladin):

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1 hour ago, KidWayne said:

 

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My new favorite esoteric "thinking raptor" meme. :lol:

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25 minutes ago, Calderis said:

Philosiraptor

That is the more correct name, but I heard it called "thinking raptor" first. 

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Note: I finally read Warbreaker! Yay! It was great! I decided to pay my respect to Old Chapps by firing up photoshop! I put the scene with Old Chapps in the spoiler below, Copyright Brandon Sanderson, all credit to him! 

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Old Chapps, they called him. Those who called him anything, that is.

He sat in his little boat, moving slowly across the dark water of the bay. Night fishing. During the day, one had to pay a fee to fish in T’Telir waters. Well, technically, during the night you were supposed to pay too.

But the thing about night was, nobody could see you. Old Chapps chuckled to himself, lowering his net over the side of the boat. The waters made their characteristic lap, lap, lap against the side of the boat. Dark. He liked it dark. Lap, lap, lap.

Occasionally, he was given better work. Taking bodies from one of the city’s slumlords, weighting them down with rocks tied in a sack to the foot, then tossing them into the bay. There were probably hundreds of them down there, floating in the current with their feet weighed to the floor. A party of skeletons, having a dance. Dance, dance, dance.

No bodies tonight, though. Too bad. That meant fish. Free fish he didn’t have to pay tariffs on. And free fish were good fish.

No . . . a voice said to him. A little bit more to your right.

The sea talked to him sometimes. Coaxed him this way or that. He happily made his way in the direction indicated. He was out on the waters almost every night. They should know him pretty well by now.

Good. Drop the net.

He did so. It wasn’t too deep in this part of the bay. He could drag the net behind his boat, pulling the weighted edges along the bottom, catching the smaller fish that came up into the shallows to feed. Not the best fish, but the sky was looking too dangerous to be out far from the shore. A storm brewing?

His net struck something. He grumbled, yanking it. Sometimes it got caught on debris or coral. It was heavy. Too heavy. He pulled the net back up over the side, then opened the shield on his lantern, risking a bit of light.

Tangled in the net, a sword lay in the bottom of his boat. Silvery, with a black handle.

Lap, lap, lap.

Ah, very nice, the voice said, much clearer now. I hate the water. So wet and icky down there.

Transfixed, Old Chapps reached out, picking up the weapon. It felt heavy in his hand.

I don’t suppose you’d want to go destroy some evil, would you? the voice said. I’m not really sure what that means, to be honest. I’ll just trust you to decide.

Old Chapps smiled.

Oh, all right, the sword said. You can admire me a little bit longer, if you must. After that, though, we really need to get back to shore.

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