Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 Just now, edgyswordname said: I can confirm that neither Inkwell nor 9/10mmHB#2 are ever going to show up and start going after Protagonist. so like Protagonist isn't in a place in the Thread It's gifted to a certain character that becomes worthy of Protagonist This is how we decided on Antagonist, as well Every active Author votes yes or no, and if the decision is unanimous (or very near unanimous) then that character is awarded the Blade @TwinStorm :PP just fyi The character has to prove themselves a worthy Protag.
TwinStorm He/Him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 3 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: I can confirm that neither Inkwell nor 9/10mmHB#2 are ever going to show up and start going after Protagonist. is there a third party aligned Plotblade? Like Ekko from Arcane? question for nameless or xino lol Just now, Through The Living Glass said: so like Protagonist isn't in a place in the Thread It's gifted to a certain character that becomes worthy of Protagonist This is how we decided on Antagonist, as well Every active Author votes yes or no, and if the decision is unanimous (or very near unanimous) then that character is awarded the Blade @TwinStorm :PP just fyi The character has to prove themselves a worthy Protag. oh I know, the High Priest doesn't actually know what hes talking abt Spoiler im thinking rn the "temple" actually held Redemption, which he mistook as a young child for Protag
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 Just now, TwinStorm said: question for nameless or xino lol oh I know, the High Priest doesn't actually know what hes talking abt Hide contents im thinking rn the "temple" actually held Redemption, which he mistook as a young child for Protag Cool oooo :3 5 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: is there a third party aligned Plotblade? Like Ekko from Arcane? Anti-hero or anti-villain could be cool @NameIess do those exist? 2
Verdance he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: Cool oooo :3 Anti-hero or anti-villain could be cool @NameIess do those exist? Not like hero or villain, though. Hero, villain, antihero and anti villain are a different thing from antagonist, third party, protagonist, and bystander (imhop, debatable, and I haven’t published anything)
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 1 minute ago, edgyswordname said: Not like hero or villain, though. Hero, villain, antihero and anti villain are a different thing from antagonist, third party, protagonist, and bystander (imhop, debatable, and I haven’t published anything) mmmm True But in TLT that would depend on the context, I think
Verdance he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 I guess so. I picked Ekko because that’s the best example of a third party, but a lot of the language used in a carefully structured story doesn’t really work here with TLT because it’s all so relative. You can call yourself a third party but that’s only relative to those who are definitively the antagonist and protagonist, and all the roles shift over time. It’s good practice for a book, but more… alive, and never quite polished enough. That’s why I love it so much already 1
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 4 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: I guess so. I picked Ekko because that’s the best example of a third party, but a lot of the language used in a carefully structured story doesn’t really work here with TLT because it’s all so relative. You can call yourself a third party but that’s only relative to those who are definitively the antagonist and protagonist, and all the roles shift over time. It’s good practice for a book, but more… alive, and never quite polished enough. That’s why I love it so much already Fair maybe . . . I don't know that another role could exist
Verdance he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 Just now, Through The Living Glass said: Fair maybe . . . I don't know that another role could exist Anti hero and anti villain are totally quantifiable in this case though. Those would be kind of insanely awesome. When was the last time someone held Protagonist?
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 1 minute ago, Kansas Stormcursed said: Has anyone ever held Protagonist? . . . Not that I know of. 2 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Anti hero and anti villain are totally quantifiable in this case though. Those would be kind of insanely awesome. When was the last time someone held Protagonist? @NameIess? our go-to TLT archive You should go put all your ancient knowledge on the Wiki :3 https://thelongestthread.fandom.com/wiki/The_Longest_Thread_Wiki 1
Verdance he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: . . . Not that I know of. @NameIess? our go-to TLT archive You should go put all your ancient knowledge on the Wiki :3 Ok dang you guys must have a master plan or something really complicated this is taking a while
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 1 minute ago, edgyswordname said: Ok dang you guys must have a master plan or something really complicated this is taking a while Wdym? https://thelongestthread.fandom.com/wiki/The_Longest_Thread_Wiki :3 Go make a character page
Verdance he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 (edited) 3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Wdym? https://thelongestthread.fandom.com/wiki/The_Longest_Thread_Wiki :3 Go make a character page Oh uh she’s taking forever, I expect there’s some page long thing she’s doing or maybe just life, I always forget people have lives *fandom trauma manifests* I haven’t been in fandom since like 8th grade. will figure that out some other day Edited February 5 by edgyswordname
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 9 minutes ago, edgyswordname said: Oh uh she’s taking forever, I expect there’s some page long thing she’s doing or maybe just life, I always forget people have lives *fandom trauma manifests* I haven’t been in fandom since like 8th grade. will figure that out some other day heheh alr
Unintelligenius he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 4 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: What? "Hmph!" She stole his tongue. Bob grabbed his tongue back and reinstalled it. "Now, now, just because I'm trying to destroy you doesn't mean that you have to be rude." Bob pulled out an origami gun and casually shot the wind.
NameIess Posted February 5 Posted February 5 5 hours ago, DragonHeir said: “If you’re unwilling to accept favors, much of what I have to offer is either redundant or esoteric. An Ennuller core is likely the rarest physical object I possess - other than Antagonist and the other Plotblades, of course.” Then Rebus smiled. “Your blade works best on what it strikes, correct?” There was another shockwave, and Rebus appeared next to a mid-jump Kyler, his arm positioned such that it would impact on Kyler’s neck. That’s four-and-a-half flash steps remaining, if anyone cares. Jack rifled through his pockets, pulling out and returning several green pieces of paper in the process. He finally found what he wanted - a wind-up butterfly crafted from beautiful filigree. The shopkeep sniffed. “What use’ve i for somethin’ fancy like that? I’ll take those bills, bill’ll change em for me down at the billchanger.” 5 hours ago, Unintelligenius said: Bob sticks out his tongue at the wind. "That should show em'." "Yes of course," Bob says as he turns around slowly, "And just who might you be?" “I” said the voice, “am Job.” Job was a six-foot seven beast of a man, with muscled arms as wide as Bob’s torso, a six pack visible through his sweatshirt, and a magnificent black mustache that naturally curled into spiraling points. “I’m here to help, little Bob. I heard you were in trouble.” 2 hours ago, TwinStorm said: "I wish to offer you a gift. Half my power. My Narration. My life-blood itself." Atreides nodded. "I am seeing to it already." The High Priest trembled in pain. "Oh, ye fool." he whispered. "You serve no god, but the Inklings themselves. You are a beast of darkness." He drew himself up to his full height. "Four thousand pages of tradition are not to be overrided by a mere single prophecy." "As for Protagonist . . . only I know its secret location, and I have sworn to never share the location of that sacred temple, where I was consecrated with a piece of Plot himself." “Ye old foel!” Spat the High Priest of Current Events. “Inklings are no dark gods. That be the withergeists, an’ I serve neither. I- The Priest’s eyes glazed over again, and a shudder ran through him. He did not speak until the vision passed, however. “Oh ye pitiable soul.” He whispered sadly. “Hope, and pray to yer’ shattered god, that the Protagonist comes in hurryin’ and not in laggin’. For if he don’t, a’ll be aweepin at yer’ fate.” 2 hours ago, TwinStorm said: "I . . ." he straightened up. "It's my only chance. You should be fine." @NameIess last time we did the hunters they were attacking a city and got ambushed the magic king are we just gonna abandon that or do you wanna continue? Let’s go with the optimist route and say they totally succeeded with that kingdom, coming out with a magic crown made from Prismite, granting whoever wears it similar powers to a Narrator, although not allowing them to Narrate their own body or soul and A couple captive witherabbits, although they’re uncontrollable.
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 3 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said: Bob grabbed his tongue back and reinstalled it. "Now, now, just because I'm trying to destroy you doesn't mean that you have to be rude." Bob pulled out an origami gun and casually shot the wind. "HEY!" She stole his hands. "Hmph. There." 3 minutes ago, NameIess said: The shopkeep sniffed. “What use’ve i for somethin’ fancy like that? I’ll take those bills, bill’ll change em for me down at the billchanger.” “I” said the voice, “am Job.” Job was a six-foot seven beast of a man, with muscled arms as wide as Bob’s torso, a six pack visible through his sweatshirt, and a magnificent black mustache that naturally curled into spiraling points. “I’m here to help, little Bob. I heard you were in trouble.” “Ye old foel!” Spat the High Priest of Current Events. “Inklings are no dark gods. That be the withergeists, an’ I serve neither. I- The Priest’s eyes glazed over again, and a shudder ran through him. He did not speak until the vision passed, however. “Oh ye pitiable soul.” He whispered sadly. “Hope, and pray to yer’ shattered god, that the Protagonist comes in hurryin’ and not in laggin’. For if he don’t, a’ll be aweepin at yer’ fate.” Let’s go with the optimist route and say they totally succeeded with that kingdom, coming out with a magic crown made from Prismite, granting whoever wears it similar powers to a Narrator, although not allowing them to Narrate their own body or soul and A couple captive witherabbits, although they’re uncontrollable. Did you ever see that last comment Fog made to Malevolence?
Unintelligenius he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 3 minutes ago, NameIess said: “I” said the voice, “am Job.” Job was a six-foot seven beast of a man, with muscled arms as wide as Bob’s torso, a six pack visible through his sweatshirt, and a magnificent black mustache that naturally curled into spiraling points. “I’m here to help, little Bob. I heard you were in trouble.” 1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said: "HEY!" She stole his hands. "Hmph. There." Bob gestured at the wind with his stumps. "Mind if I get some help here?" he said, motioning towards his hands which were being carried away. "Also, would you perchance know how to defeat the wind?"
TwinStorm He/Him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 (edited) 7 hours ago, NameIess said: The shopkeep sniffed. “What use’ve i for somethin’ fancy like that? I’ll take those bills, bill’ll change em for me down at the billchanger.” “I” said the voice, “am Job.” Job was a six-foot seven beast of a man, with muscled arms as wide as Bob’s torso, a six pack visible through his sweatshirt, and a magnificent black mustache that naturally curled into spiraling points. “I’m here to help, little Bob. I heard you were in trouble.” “Ye old foel!” Spat the High Priest of Current Events. “Inklings are no dark gods. That be the withergeists, an’ I serve neither. I- The Priest’s eyes glazed over again, and a shudder ran through him. He did not speak until the vision passed, however. “Oh ye pitiable soul.” He whispered sadly. “Hope, and pray to yer’ shattered god, that the Protagonist comes in hurryin’ and not in laggin’. For if he don’t, a’ll be aweepin at yer’ fate.” Let’s go with the optimist route and say they totally succeeded with that kingdom, coming out with a magic crown made from Prismite, granting whoever wears it similar powers to a Narrator, although not allowing them to Narrate their own body or soul and A couple captive witherabbits, although they’re uncontrollable. oh ok perfect ill write a post on that later "Bah!" The High Priest of Plot cursed, but his heart trembled. All the lore, all the traditions . . . no, it could not be false. This man was uttering words of blasphemy. "Plot is shattered, indeed, but from his corpse comes the greatest of all." he muttered, whispering a fragment of his creed. Edited February 5 by TwinStorm
Verdance he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 8 hours ago, Unintelligenius said: Bob gestured at the wind with his stumps. "Mind if I get some help here?" he said, motioning towards his hands which were being carried away. "Also, would you perchance know how to defeat the wind?" A spear made of stardust fell out of the sky, barely missing Bob and piercing the ground right in front of his nose, quivering gently.
NameIess Posted February 5 Posted February 5 17 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said: She sighed. Why Ribbon? Just because I took part of her core, doesn't mean I suddenly am best friends with her. She did exit the cave, however. Need to sever this connection, too . . . Because Ribbon seems to care very much about you, though you've given her little reason to. Now that you're a withergeist, I suspect the relationship will only worsen. 12 hours ago, edgyswordname said: Anti hero and anti villain are totally quantifiable in this case though. Those would be kind of insanely awesome. When was the last time someone held Protagonist? Anti-hero/anti-villain don't exist yet, which means they are findable. 11 hours ago, Unintelligenius said: ob gestured at the wind with his stumps. "Mind if I get some help here?" he said, motioning towards his hands which were being carried away. "Also, would you perchance know how to defeat the wind?" Job grinned, flexing his muscles and leaping forward to grab Bob's hands. "Of course I know how to defeat the wind. The same way you defeat anybody: A suplex." 3 hours ago, TwinStorm said: "Bah!" The High Priest of Plot cursed, but his heart trembled. All the lore, all the traditions . . . no, it could not be false. This man was uttering words of blasphemy. "Plot is shattered, indeed, but from his corpse comes the greatest of all." he muttered, whispering a fragment of his creed. "Ye poer foel." Whispered the High Priest of Current Events "I'd tell ye to pray to yer god fer mercy, but he ain't got no mercy in him. Weep, rejoice, and tremble, fer ye are in yer god's grasp." Even as the High Priest of Current Events finished saying this, a man running in the ceremonial gait of The Exhausted Messenger Bringing Dire News appeared at the bottom of the temple steps. He was a lesser priest of Plot, from the Ghanderflaffle temple by the patterning of his robes. The man ran up the steps, gasping ceremonially for breath, and threw himself to the ground before the High Priest of Plot. "Oh Highest Priest of Plot," He murmured in ceremonial tones with downcast eyes, "I bring to you News Most Dire, from Plot's Temple in the Empire of Ghanderflaffles."
Through The Living Glass She/They Posted February 5 Posted February 5 2 hours ago, NameIess said: Because Ribbon seems to care very much about you, though you've given her little reason to. Now that you're a withergeist, I suspect the relationship will only worsen. Meh, she sighed. I don't particularly care. She's a bit clingy. Anyway, goodbye. 2 hours ago, NameIess said: Job grinned, flexing his muscles and leaping forward to grab Bob's hands. "Of course I know how to defeat the wind. The same way you defeat anybody: A suplex." "A what?" the wind asked.
Unintelligenius he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 5 hours ago, edgyswordname said: A spear made of stardust fell out of the sky, barely missing Bob and piercing the ground right in front of his nose, quivering gently. Bob flinches back, but then keeps walking, as he is too preoccupied by the wind and Job right now. 2 hours ago, NameIess said: Job grinned, flexing his muscles and leaping forward to grab Bob's hands. "Of course I know how to defeat the wind. The same way you defeat anybody: A suplex." "Ohhh, of course a suplex... so uh whats that?"
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted February 5 Posted February 5 12 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said: Bob flinches back, but then keeps walking, as he is too preoccupied by the wind and Job right now. "Ohhh, of course a suplex... so uh whats that?" The spear seems to wilt. It had waited for years for the opportunity to pierce someone. Its whole life, it had trained, worked, sharpened, built up to this moment. Its one true dream: to fall from the heavens in a blazing beam of starlight, looked upon with awe and terror by all before striking true at its target. And now, when it had finally worked up the courage to take the leap of faith and strike in the sole defining moment of everything it would ever be, it had missed by mere millimeters the perfect shot. Worst of all, not a one seemed to care for the extreme effort and sacrifices it had to make in order to attempt such a thing. Even the man it had almost hit had only flinched, and that barely, before ignoring the spear. That man… he was the root of all the spear’s problems. The root of all evil, it seems to the spear. If he had merely not shifted his position slightly back, the spear would have succeeded, and could have returned to the night sky hailed as a hero. But noooo. Now, it would be shunned, everything it has ever done completely invalidated in an instant thanks to its target’s impunity. The spear fills with an all-consuming rage against that man, that… that monster, who could so casually do such a horrendous injustice against the spear. It vows to have its revenge. It will never cease, never give up, until Bob falls by its hand. Or rather, spearhead. However, being a spear, it was rather immobile in nature, and so could not act on its own. Concentrating, putting all its pent-up angers and frustrations into the action, the spear connects itself with Bob’s mind. He can hear a voice, unrecognizable, faintly whispering to him in the back of his mind. Take the spear… take the spear… take the spear… 2
NameIess Posted February 5 Posted February 5 34 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: Meh, she sighed. I don't particularly care. She's a bit clingy. Anyway, goodbye. Farewell, for now. 34 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said: "A what?" the wind asked. 33 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said: "Ohhh, of course a suplex... so uh whats that?" Job demonstrated a suplex-like motion, pretending to grab the air (but not actually doing so obviously, as he didn't want to kill the wind yet) and flipping backwards, throwing the imaginary air over his head and slamming it down onto its back. "See?" He asked Bob. 4 minutes ago, Ashkaloda said: The spear seems to wilt. It had waited for years for the opportunity to pierce someone. Its whole life, it had trained, worked, sharpened, built up to this moment. Its one true dream: to fall from the heavens in a blazing beam of starlight, looked upon with awe and terror by all before striking true at its target. And now, when it had finally worked up the courage to take the leap of faith and strike in the sole defining moment of everything it would ever be, it had missed by mere millimeters the perfect shot. Worst of all, not a one seemed to care for the extreme effort and sacrifices it had to make in order to attempt such a thing. Even the man it had almost hit had only flinched, and that barely, before ignoring the spear. That man… he was the root of all the spear’s problems. The root of all evil, it seems to the spear. If he had merely not shifted his position slightly back, the spear would have succeeded, and could have returned to the night sky hailed as a hero. But noooo. Now, it would be shunned, everything it has ever done completely invalidated in an instant thanks to its target’s impunity. The spear fills with an all-consuming rage against that man, that… that monster, who could so casually do such a horrendous injustice against the spear. It vows to have its revenge. It will never cease, never give up, until Bob falls by its hand. Or rather, spearhead. However, being a spear, it was rather immobile in nature, and so could not act on its own. Concentrating, putting all its pent-up angers and frustrations into the action, the spear connects itself with Bob’s mind. He can hear a voice, unrecognizable, faintly whispering to him in the back of his mind. Take the spear… take the spear… take the spear… Job looked at the spear. He felt an odd desire to throw it back up into the heavens from which it came.
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