Kobold King

A tiny taste of what it'd be like to hold the Shard of Obsessiveness. (Also, do you realize how weird it is for you to have "Remington's Biggest Fangirl" as your member title? ) Also, I finally got around to trying out that manga character creator Sarcasm linked to on the Firefight board. Not exactly as I picture her, but still a lot closer than other creators have gotten! Now if only there was a way to add a few wrinkles or otherwise indicate a character is an old fart...

No contest. Breeze.

I've never been one to pass up a perfectly good headcanon.

I always have trouble with Step 4.

^This guy's going places.

Um, I was thinking of him either as an only child or with a brother at least eight or nine years older than him, but I confess not much of Steve's family is developed. Why do you ask?

...is it you?

The only acceptable response to this revelation is...

Hey, 6 points. More than I was expecting with how long it's been since I've read those books.

Awesome! Should have known she'd start singing along. Just so you know, Glamour's first reaction will be one of alarm. He won't assume she's the real Taylor Swift right off the bat--though he'll be pretty gullible on that front once she makes that claim.

Careful, TwiLyght. Say much more about this and we might elect Fantomah the new Shipmistress.

We believe in you, Mr. Sanderson! You can do it!

I guess "not being stabbed" is the one good memory that unites all your bad dates.

Yeah, I noticed that too. Though personally I'd prefer going on an awkward date to getting stabbed in the stomach.

I'm thinking that Arsenal will refuse, but Vondra will conveniently enter the center now and, having heard the message, will give Weeks air clearance. While Arsenal fumes, as Arsenal does. That works too. And now I want to see him in Calamity: Awesome Autumn post, by the way.

That is awesome! I want to see the other Reckoners too, as well as this creator. If you don't mind of course.

Also, What Happened in The Dalles Post 263 is up. I call it "In Which Kobold King Petitions to Have Impact's Name Changed to 'World's Sexiest Meteor.'" EDIT: Also, I meant for Deathwish to use the phrase "muscles like Superman" in the last post. I'm still not sure whether to change it or leave it in there, implying that "Supman" is a feared strength Epic in Oregon, presumably infamous for the chillingly casual nod of his head as he asks his enemies "'Sup?"

Backtrack stopped in midstride with MV, as the girl started spluttering and getting red in the face. Oh sparks! he thought in sudden alarm. She's red and spitting a little! She's just like Captain Carnogore! I'm gonna be tied upside down by my ankles in a minute! Stupid, stupid, stupid, why am I so forward!?! "It's not like I like you or anything!" the blonde Epic half-snapped, half-defended. Backtrack stared blankly for a minute, his initial terror giving way to confusion... and maybe a small smile? "I mean I- I guess since you're helping me and everything you can call it a um.. a d-d-date," MV continued, her face scrunched up and red. She kind of looked like a wrinkled tomato. A cute wrinkled tomato. "If you have to and all as a reward," the girl finished without meeting his gaze. "Just as a reward." Still blinking from the sudden roller coaster ride of emotions, Backtrack managed to smile fully and started walking down the street once more. "A reward, huh?" he said brightly. "I can go with that. Pretty great reward, if you ask me." She's still bushing. And not looking at me. What do I do, what do I do... ooh! Tell her a funny story! "You know, I don't get a lot of rewards," he chuckled awkwardly. "Most of the time Epics just threatened to beat me up and until I found things for them. But Orange Spider used to give me these little cards with his emblem on them when I did a good job, and if I gave one of those cards to one of his Epics they had to stop picking on me. I went through those cards so fast..." Huh. She's not laughing. Actually, that's not really a funny story. More of a "I'm pathetic" story. "So," he began again, putting his hands in his pockets and picking up his pace. "That's enough about me. What about you? Got any family, besides the sister you lost?" A pause, and he stopped in his tracks again. "Sparks! I mean the sister who got lost! I mean the sister we're looking for! I mean--I mean--" Sparks. Steve Lawrence, you are pathetic. Okay, broken ear aside, Deathwish thought, watching the ground steadily shrink as he rose above it, I might actually get a good time out of this. He'd taken to quickly darting skyward to evade the earth woman, but the blonde chick had taken off in hot pursuit. She picked up speed even faster than he did, powering through the air with her clothes billowing around her. Her skirt was flapping up and down around her too, which was good for two reasons. The most important reason: she had a fine pair of legs. Less importantly but still pretty important in the long run: she was new at this. Female flyers usually figured out to avoid skirts pretty quickly in their careers, meaning this girl was as clueless as they came. Grinning broadly to himself, Deathwish took off across the city at his top speed. The chick of course tore after him at an alarming speed, way faster than he'd ever gone. Fortunately that inexperience of hers was starting to show. He made a few sharp turns around her, laughing inaudibly to himself as he rushed through the winds around her every angle. Up and over her. Circling around her. Barrel roll. Up and under to sneak a panty shot. This girl was stronger, faster, and madder than he was, but she didn't have a clue how to fly besides furiously come rushing towards him, missing him by meters every time. Back in Lincoln City, Deathwish dealt with dudes like her all the time. Tough guys, big and intimidating with muscles like Supman's. Most guys shied away from fighting them just for their size. But they were slow and overconfident, putting too much stock in their strength to get them through fights. If you were fast--and Edgar Hawk had always been fast--then you could dance around them until you got the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in 'em. It was time to play that trick again--but this time, the chick would be doing the stabbing. Without warning Deathwish took off at a hundred miles per hour, slingshotting around a building and leaving his pursuer puzzled and far behind him. She'd catch up to him before long, but he had a minute to gather supplies. He rushed over fields, eyes locked on a small encampment set up by the side of a forest. A camp with black and white tents, with black and white little soldiers shuffling from one tent to another. A random panda had only enough time to let out a terrified screech as Deathwish came hurtling out of the sky, shattering its skull with a kick and snatching its sword from its paw before it hit the ground. The other pandas barely pulled out their crossbows before the laughing Epic was already half a mile in the sky. Okay, doll, Deathwish thought with a laugh, twirling his new wooden cutlass in one hand. You want to hit me so bad? Here's your chance. His radio buzzed with some woman's voice, but he sent back nothing but the sound of air rushing around him. This next move would take some concentration--his admirers would just have to wait till he was done. Hurtling through the air like the world's sexiest meteor was his pursuer. She plowed faster through the air than he could on his best days, powered by pure rage and Calamity. Smirking wildly in anticipation, Deathwish accelerated towards her at top speed, cutlass in hand. He didn't have the blade pointed at her. She'd be expecting that. Instead he kept the point pressed somewhere into his chest, the handle facing outwards. He let out another laugh as the blond projectile came speeding towards him... With the force of a train wreck the two bodies collided in mid air. The girl's momentum carried her forward, knocking Deathwish back--as well as his sword. Her body struck the pommel like a hammer, driving the blade through Deathwish's abdomen and almost out the other end, spraying blood through the air to be scattered by the winds. The two Epics, both dazed from the impact, went flying away in opposite directions. Allowing himself a free fall towards the forest below, Deathwish smiled. And painlessly pulled the sword from his gut, letting the wound his pursuer had accidentally inflicted stitch itself together.

From what I've read before one of the biggest problems with railguns is the friction overheating the rails, so a friction-reducing motivator would also make the railgun possible. I think.

Oh, you have no earthly idea what the majesty of an Octo-Brandon-Bot in his full glory looks like. ...Nor do I, of course.

Thanks anyway, but I'm not quite ready to surrender my battle against AoU spoilers.

So... you're a Herald and the forum is your Damnation?

Yeah... That would be a very unprofessional thing to do. Do you have the link to the article talking about the tattoos?

Oh sure, if you want a bunch of Stormlight nerds jeering and catcalling at you for the entire signing. If the tattoos aren't part of the Joker's actual onscreen appearance, then why were they in the photo? Did DC gauge the fan reaction and take them out when people were so negative about them?