The Awakened Salad they/them Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 Joe looked around at the carnage, and took a sip from his blood-flavored smoothie.
NameIess Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 Bob sat in the middle of a field filled with bodies. "What have we done?" He wondered, staring at the ruins of what had once been the capital of the great Ghanderflaffle empire. Another survivor walked up, telling him something about Joe, but Bob didn't care. All he could think about was his fallen country, the country he had loved so much. 1
NameIess Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 He was another survivor. He strode through the ruins of the battlefield, looking for survivors. There were a few survivors, and those with physical wounds, He could help. Not all of the survivor's wounds were physical, however. He stared sadly at a small group of huddled soldiers. He had healed their injuries, but their minds would take far longer to mend, if they ever did so. He sighed. "How many lives must be ruined by those blasted narrators." He turned and looked up at the sky, then unfurled a map. If the narrators thought they could walk over He dragonslayer, ruler of a thousand kingdoms, they were mistaken.
+Doomstick he/him Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 “There is a difference between narrators, Plot has ruined your life, and most of us do not participate.”
NameIess Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 (edited) He jumped at the voice echoing from the heavens, then looked pointedly at an earlier narration: 15 hours ago, Jaywalk said: Only two men were left standing by the end. "Was this PLOT? No, it wasn't. It was simple, unthinking, unfeeling destruction. Narrators have too much power. With a single sentence, they decimated the entire Ghanderflaffle empire. The battle was over, the rebellion was victorious, and then the narrators began it again. They didn't even bother to say whom we were fighting. You know the worst part? No one even questioned it, except for me. It was just what the narrators do. They kill hundreds of thousands of innocents, leaving the few survivors to pick up the pieces of their ruined lives. I for one have had ENOUGH. I will make them pay for what they've done, you have my word." He turned his back on the narrator's voice and walked away, radiating fury. Edited March 7, 2020 by Nameless
The Technovore he/him Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 But it was fine because Dalinar had already died back in Season 23, Episode 145, "Scrombling Spooks".
The Awakened Salad they/them Posted March 7, 2020 Posted March 7, 2020 “Plot is cool, but so are jellybeans,” said Salad as they started sprouting from the ground.
Zephrun’s Imperium they/he Posted March 8, 2020 Posted March 8, 2020 Trewee floated over to the Queen of Shadows curiously and Astral regarded the sprite with a raised eyebrow. Trewee cooed in askance. "That's Astral, Trewee," Sophie said. "She's-" She cut off as Trewee hissed suddenly, small spikes of ice forming on his surface. Astral promptly hissed back, barring her pointed teeth. Just as Trewee began to lengthen into a sharp spear, Sophie scrambled up and grabbed him. "Hey," she said, "calm down, Trewee." Trewee melted through her fingers and folded his watery arms, chittering angrily. "I know, but she's helping us right now," said Sophie. "It's okay." "What's it saying?" Astral asked angrily. "He doesn't really... trust you." Astral couldn't help but smirk. "He shouldn't." 1
xinoehp512 he/him Posted March 8, 2020 Posted March 8, 2020 The Witherlord floated in the Shadow, hovering in the near-invisible twilight between the pools of darkness littered throughout reality. Nothing happened here. It was a place for travel, no more. But something was about to happen here now. And it was for that reason that, suddenly, the Witherlord spoke up. "I know you're there, you know," he said. "I can feel you. Watching me." Silence. "Don't try and hide yourself from me. It won't work." Still, silence. "We need to talk, and you know it. Putting it off won't change anything." A long breath of wind that could have been a sigh whispered through the Witherlord's ears. "What," said Fate. "have you come to wish for, child?" "To wish for?" The Witherlord scoffed at the seemingly-empty air. "I did not come here to wish. You owe me a debt, Fate, and I've come to collect." "I recall no such-" "Don't lie to me." Fate fell silent for a long moment. "Very well," he said at last. "What is it that you want?" The Witherlord smiled a cruel smile, lost in the empty darkness. "Revenge." 2
FatherTiempo he/him Posted March 8, 2020 Posted March 8, 2020 "Bad Withy! " FT shouted, breaking himself from his trance.
Ghanderflaffle she/her Posted March 9, 2020 Posted March 9, 2020 1 hour ago, The Face of Daiseri said: But soon died of old age. Butt, however, was just fine. The ghanderflaffles loyal to Narrator Ghanderflaffle, around one hundred in number, were just fine. They stayed near Ghanderflaffle in case the candy armies tried to take down a Narrator.
xinoehp512 he/him Posted March 9, 2020 Posted March 9, 2020 The Witherlord floated in the Shadow, lost deep in thought. The meeting with Fate had been... informative. And, oh my, how so useful. Fate couldn't intervene directly, or so he claimed. Something about upsetting the balance of power, or something. But one did not have have to intervene directly in order to make an impact. He'd thought he'd thought of a complex plan. Fate's plan, however... it put him to complete and utter shame. A cold shudder ran down his back in excitement and anticipation. At last- at long, long last- his purpose would be fulfilled. Fate itself had declared it would be so.
Jaywalk he/him Posted March 10, 2020 Posted March 10, 2020 On 3/9/2020 at 8:23 AM, The Face of Daiseri said: But soon died of old age. Nobody came to his funeral.
The Awakened Salad they/them Posted March 10, 2020 Posted March 10, 2020 Nobody quietly stood over Butt’s grave, watching as a butterfly gently rested on top of it.
NameIess Posted March 10, 2020 Posted March 10, 2020 He walked up behind Nobody. "Do you see now? The Narrators must be stopped. Their tyranny has gone on for long enough." Nobody turned to He, tears in his eyes, then asked, voice ragged: "You have a plan?" He smiled.
Jaywalk he/him Posted March 10, 2020 Posted March 10, 2020 The phoenix looked down at its feet. “I don’t...”
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