The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Jaywalk he/him]

He was at a waffle buffet.

[Experience he/him]

Which, by the way, doesn't serve pancakes.

[Guest]

I was at a pancake buffet, because pancakes are better than waffles.

[NameIess]

Nameless decided to stop supplying wheat and flour to the waffle/pancake facilities.

[Guest]

Bowser was wondering why Nameless would do that.

[NameIess]

Nameless replied that he didn't like promoting war.

[Guest]

Bowser said to Nameless that there will always be war between pancakes and waffles.

[The Awakened Salad they/them]

2 hours ago, Nameless said:

Nameless replied that he didn't like promoting war.

Salad highly doubted that.

[Experience he/him]

Experience strongly agrees with salad

[NameIess]

"How dare you insult me in this fashion!" Nameless glared at @Experience and @The Awakened Salad "I hired an expert therapist to help me deal with my... "violence issues." @FatherTiempo is very experienced at giving therapy to narrators."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Unfortunately, he did have ties to the Guild of Therapists.

[NameIess]

Who did?

[Guest]

Nameless ended up going crazy, and got sent to insane asylum.

[NameIess]

Nameless acted completely normal. Because he was secretly a clone. The real Nameless continued to build his farm.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Rose brought the spoon to her lips, eyes focused on the words on the pages below her. She kept mostly to herself these days, locking herself in her room, only leaving for food and occasionally to help her aunt and uncle. She was perfectly aware that Jas and Kell were worried about her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The more time she spent with her family, the more she was reminded of Granite and Max and her mother and father. Why was it that her family was so tied to misfortune? Had one of her ancestors brought a curse upon the whole line? She certainly wouldn’t count that out as an option… She took another spoonful of soup, shoving her thoughts away and trying to focus on her book. 

“The king’s plans don’t matter. As long as we control the staff, we are the ones in power.”

Arianne shook her head. “I don’t like this. Too much could go wrong.” She squared her shoulders, a new resolve shining in her eyes. “Send for my brother. He will better know how to fix all of this.”

Rose paused for a moment, the word “brother” sticking in her head. Granite, she thought. She pushed the thought aside, then reread the last two lines. Again, the word “brother” echoed in her head. This time as she thought the word Granite, her brother’s face appeared in her mind. Rose shut her eyes, banishing the image by imagining cool blackness and nothing more. Still, the image shone through. “No,” she whispered. “Away with you. Away.” 

“Rose, give in,” Granite said. 

Rose put her hands on her head. “Granite. Is. Dead,” she said adamantly. “Leave me be.” 

“I’m not dead, sister.” With those words, pain blossomed in the back of her head. Rose cried out, standing and sending her book and the bowl of soup onto the floor. 

“Leave me BE!” In a horrible moment the pain intensified. 

And then all gave way to blackness. Rose toppled to the floor, unconscious. 

[Guest]

1 hour ago, Nameless said:

Nameless acted completely normal. Because he was secretly a clone. The real Nameless continued to build his farm.

But the people at the insane asylum saw the drawings on the wall in your room, they decided Nameless should stay.

[NameIess]

One day, Nameless fell over dead from a heart attack. There was nothing the doctors could do. Meanwhile, the real Nameless had finished his farm for now, and was plotting his revenge in all who had wronged him.

Nobody showed up for Nameless' funeral.

[Guest]

1 hour ago, Nameless said:

One day, Nameless fell over dead from a heart attack. There was nothing the doctors could do. Meanwhile, the real Nameless had finished his farm for now, and was plotting his revenge in all who had wronged him.

Nobody showed up for Nameless' funeral.

Actually, Frustration did because he knew Nameless was frustrated.

[NameIess]

But Nameless was dead, so he didn't care. Especially because it was just a clone that had died.

[Experience he/him]

So Experience then became the narrator.

[The Awakened Salad they/them]

A rabbit hopped across the stage. 

[NameIess]

Nameless' body lay in a paupers grave, it's soul already in the Beyond. Meanwhile, the real Nameless could not believe that the other narrators had not seen his secret, but he didn't waste any time. He began training for battle. He honed his senses. He trained until he could match Kaladin in a spear fight. He strengthened his Narratorblade and acquired Narrationplate. He was almost ready to wreak his revenge.

 

Meanwhile, a puppy was having a party.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

It was a jackalope. The wind whipped around the real Nameless, forming whispered words into his ears. I see you, angry one... 

Edited April 12, 2020 by xinoehp512

[NameIess]

And a puppy. It was an awesome shapeshifting were-puppyjackalope. Nameless ascended the stairs into the Temple of Blades. He walked into the door, shivering from the cold. A glowing cloud made up of a million tiny spheres of light floated up to him. "What are you here for?" It floated closer, reaching a tendril out and touching Nameless head. "Ah... I see, revenge. You were wronged by your fellow narrators, I believe? Sometimes it is hard to tell, especially with all the protections around your mind." Nameless looked up at the cloud. "I wasn't just wronged. They sent me to an insane asylum. I was seeking help! I knew that I had a problem, and I was dealing with it, but they ignored my protests. They betrayed me. Now I'm done playing their games. I'm going to make them regret what they've done, even if it kills me." The cloud swirled for a moment, growing brighter, then returned to normal. "Very well. If you wish a weapon, you will receive one. Follow me please" Nameless followed the cloud through the temple, passing many legendary weapons on the way. Eventually they came to a locked door, sealed with chains made of Aluminum, and guarded by three Shardbearers and a Mistborn. The cloud flew up to them, and the guards stepped aside, barely glancing at the strange new visitor. The doors unsealed, revealing a long corridor, covered from floor to ceiling in complex murals. At the end there was an altar, and on that altar lay a sword. The cloud spoke: "This is the most powerful weapon in our collection. The sword above all swords, The Sword. It is the archetype of which all others are pale comparisons. A more powerful blade than this cannot be made. It grows in power each time a new sword is created. It is a blade great enough to burn kingdoms, to destroy planets, to cut universes." The cloud stopped, looking at Nameless. Nameless stared at the sword for a long time, then finally spoke: "It may just be enough."

(This got weird quickly)

[Truthless of Shinovar he/him]

It could also put its foot on its head in a feat of yoga, but that was besides the point.