Condensation she/her Posted December 4, 2020 Posted December 4, 2020 Because of its extreme proclivity for bonding with Chlorine, who was often quite witty.
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 4, 2020 Posted December 4, 2020 Stick ate some salt, wondering what to do for his grandfather's 4000th content
xinoehp512 he/him Posted December 6, 2020 Posted December 6, 2020 Above an endless expanse, a breeze stirred the petals of a wilting flower. The wind is cold today, thought X’s avatar. He stood on the edge of a cliff, looking out on an endless expanse of shattered rock. The Narrative Plane, as some called it- site of some of the greatest stories in history. Stories he knew only from faded memories, passed from one keeper to the next like a worn hat. Things had changed. They always did, here in this incarnation of creative chaos. No semblance of order could survive for long in a place where gods ruled unchecked. To do so would defy the very purpose for which this place was created. X’s avatar had once thought he could defy these laws. Oh, how wrong he had been. How foolish. Even if a story took root, it surely would not be able to grow; chaos was poor soil, indeed. But his roots here ran deep; try to transplant him, and he would wilt as surely as the flower he held in his hand. A soft song began to echo in his mind as he thought of the flower. He hesitated, listening to it for a few moments-- then forcefully shoved it from his mind. He hadn’t come here to dwell on the past. Had he? No, he thought, exhaling a sigh. The past is done. It was never meant to be. It hurt to admit - Light and life, it hurt - but it was an admission he needed to make. There was no going back now. Holding onto these memories would bring him nothing but pain. The only solution was to cast them away. In a way, it was almost relieving. He could return to X, fulfil the purpose for which he’d been designed. Never have to worry about being forgotten. Never have to worry about becoming useless. Never have to worry that the person he cared most about would forget him entirely. He closed his eyes, clenching the flower in his fist, recalling his memories of her one final time. With a sigh, he let them flow from him and into the flower. Then he let it go. X’s avatar blinked. He looked at his outstretched hand, puzzled. Why was he here? Strange, he thought, pulling his hand back in a shrug. Oh well. Perhaps a godmod of some sort… 2
Condensation she/her Posted December 6, 2020 Posted December 6, 2020 Spoiler On 12/4/2020 at 1:37 PM, Ookla the Rhadamanthine said: Stick ate some salt, wondering what to do for his grandfather's 4000th content 7 minutes ago, Ookla the Reserved said: Above an endless expanse, a breeze stirred the petals of a wilting flower. The wind is cold today, thought X’s avatar. He stood on the edge of a cliff, looking out on an endless expanse of shattered rock. The Narrative Plane, as some called it- site of some of the greatest stories in history. Stories he knew only from faded memories, passed from one keeper to the next like a worn hat. Things had changed. They always did, here in this incarnation of creative chaos. No semblance of order could survive for long in a place where gods ruled unchecked. To do so would defy the very purpose for which this place was created. X’s avatar had once thought he could defy these laws. Oh, how wrong he had been. How foolish. Even if a story took root, it surely would not be able to grow; chaos was poor soil, indeed. But his roots here ran deep; try to transplant him, and he would wilt as surely as the flower he held in his hand. A soft song began to echo in his mind as he thought of the flower. He hesitated, listening to it for a few moments-- then forcefully shoved it from his mind. He hadn’t come here to dwell on the past. Had he? No, he thought, exhaling a sigh. The past is done. It was never meant to be. It hurt to admit - Light and life, it hurt - but it was an admission he needed to make. There was no going back now. Holding onto these memories would bring him nothing but pain. The only solution was to cast them away. In a way, it was almost relieving. He could return to X, fulfil the purpose for which he’d been designed. Never have to worry about being forgotten. Never have to worry about becoming useless. Never have to worry that the person he cared most about would forget him entirely. He closed his eyes, clenching the flower in his fist, recalling his memories of her one final time. With a sigh, he let them flow from him and into the flower. Then he let it go. X’s avatar blinked. He looked at his outstretched hand, puzzled. Why was he here? Strange, he thought, pulling his hand back in a shrug. Oh well. Perhaps a godmod of some sort… Um... no idea, Doomstick. Draw something? Join an RP? *tear* It's all right, it had to happen eventually. Well, either that or something else, but this was the most likely option. The stew was also quite delicious.
+Doomstick he/him Posted December 6, 2020 Posted December 6, 2020 3 hours ago, Ookla the Grammatical said: Um... no idea, Doomstick. Draw something? Join an RP? I'm currently in the process of trying to figure out if gallery increases post count, so yeah. RPs are too scary. It was cookie stew from tHI.
Jaywalk he/him Posted December 6, 2020 Posted December 6, 2020 Meanwhile, an old man fell down a mountain.
Condensation she/her Posted December 8, 2020 Posted December 8, 2020 On 06/12/2020 at 1:17 AM, Ookla the Rhadamanthine said: I'm currently in the process of trying to figure out if gallery increases post count, so yeah. RPs are too scary. It was cookie stew from tHI. I can introduce you to a smaller one... Scholar's pretty fun! Or Let's go find a dragon, or... Hey, @Ookla the Reserved, will you tag me whenever you do something along X's avatar's story? Thanks! But the moon was actually the thing that made it bright.
Zephrun’s Imperium they/he Posted December 8, 2020 Posted December 8, 2020 "Just checking in on you dearie," it said.
Experience he/him Posted December 8, 2020 Posted December 8, 2020 Then Ookla started tapping people, and their names suddenly contained Ookla in it.
Experience he/him Posted December 8, 2020 Posted December 8, 2020 Which was renamed Ookla the Mountainous
xinoehp512 he/him Posted December 8, 2020 Posted December 8, 2020 The extra mass went into creating spaceships.
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