Kobold King

Are people waiting on me? Statistically they probably are, but I seem to vaguely remember waiting on a Taylor post. How far behind the times am I?

It's beardspren business. Go back to your drinks.

Mitosis.

Haven't seen Deadpool yet. But this comment reminded me that the artist's agency building in the "Creative Types" video was called "Upward Pan."

Bum deal

*humphs about primates*

Glenn Beck's radio show just stopped being aired on the local radio station, supposedly because he's anti-Trump. There are a lot of Trump supporters down here. Please send help. I don't want to live in this county anymore.

This indisputably needs to be posted.

Bazooka boy

We interrupt this randomness to bring you mean princesses.

Prof's original channel from when he was a teacher must have been like seeing Liam Neeson host Bill Nye.

The latter channel is constantly spammed with the comment "EPIC FAIL!" on every video. It got old a long time ago, but Backtrack's too scared to block someone with Calamity as his avatar.

Intended purposes

Granted, every morning when you wake up your mouth is filled with caviar. I wish for a hole that goes to China.

...was right after Steelheart. Not in Firefight. Not in Calamity. Right after Steelheart, exemplified in Mitosis. Mitosis spoilers follow. Also a barely structured rant that few will be interested in. The people of Newcago are the oppressed peasant class to end all oppressed peasant classes. They labor day in and day out in factories making goods for their Epic overlords. A lot of them live underground in a place called the catacombs. THE CATACOMBS. However badly your neighborhood sucks, remember that you don't live in a place people call the steel catacombs. So yeah. Aside from the Morlocks that live short brutal lives in the steel sparkin' catacombs, the people on the surface have to live in fear of a random Epic stopping by and murdering them for the crime of being noticed. Or having their building being noticed if Steelheart decides to make a random example out of them. The ones on the surface might as well live underground because the sky is pitch black 24/7. They don't even see stars besides the big bloody bullet hole in the sky that is Calamity. There are a few living in a privileged upper class, that isn't very privileged when it comes to a slontze like Fortuity picking out his victims. A prince among cattle is still classed as cattle. Everyone in this city lives a squalid existence against a black sky and cold grey surroundings. There is no green in their lives. There is no sun. There is only the Epic behind you and the Epic in front of you, and your entire existence is trying not to be noticed between them. These are people who walk with their heads down because looking up gets you killed and there's nothing to look up to anyway. Bottom line? You'd have to fly out of the universe, hit the Cosmere, and head to Scadrial to find another group of people as downtrodden as these poor unfortunate slontzes. But then the Reckoners kill Steelheart. Suddenly the entire class hierarchy of this city comes crashing down around these blokes. Everything changes overnight--oh, and that phrase makes sense for the first time in most of the children's lives. The immortal was slain before them. The insurmountable was made achievable. They see the sun for the first time in a decade. They see their tyrants cast down low and forced to leave town. They see the brutal totalitarian enforcement division turned into a peacekeeping division. They see life as they've never seen it before. Then comes Mitosis. An Epic like any other. A man--sorry, men who cannot be killed. And he comes in making demands, threatening to start slaughtering them like so many Epics like him have done before. And the Reckoners, for all they've been able to accomplish, can't stop him. But what can the Reckoners do? Tell the Newcagoans how to stop him for themselves. Which they do. By singing. They line up by the steel river and sing the worst song in the history of songs, all across the city, melting a High Epic in his glory. The goal of the Reckoners was never just to kill Epics. It was to teach the common people to kill Epics. To be willing to kill Epics the moment the opportunity presents itself. Mitosis demonstrates that they succeeded, with the most unlikely, downtrodden bunch of common people you could possibly imagine. Firefight and Calamity are just icing on the cake. It's Mitosis that proves that the Reckoners could actually win. It's Mitosis that makes for the uplifting epilogue to their mission. It's Mitosis that showcases the Reckoner organization's greatest victory. Sorry for the rant. Someone dissed Mitosis and I felt the urge to vent.

"Sorry... there was a sale in my dimension... teleportation and prime invincibilities for fifty percent off... I couldn't turn down a bargain like that..." --Oregonverse Calamity

President of the local knitting club?

Fixed that for you.

Rey.

In case anyone didn't already know... The most recent comic, "Mark of Distinction," is a tribute to a member of the Giant in the Playground forums who passed away in 2013. Rich Burlew asked this member's wife whether there was anything he could do, and she told him that her husband had always wanted to see a walk-in character with his screen name in an Order of the Stick comic. This member went by the name Wrecan. He was, among other things, known for starting a massive project to count the number of strips every single OotS character appeared in, which is why the comic version of him apparently "likes counting things" enough to leave notes in the margins keeping track of how often different legacy bearers are mentioned. Just thought you'd all want to know who this strip was a tribute to.

Whoa there. I've probably been one of the less active members of this project, especially here lately. I don't lay claim to project jurisdiction in the slightest. Speaking as a regular participant... My own civilization, which is currently holed up in the mountains woefully underdeveloped, is capable of harnessing a degree of steam power through magical water manipulation but does not often mingle or share technology with the surrounding lands. As for enchantments: depends on what you mean by the word. Technology that harnesses the power of lumuoles is certainly possible. It's not like animals can use the lumuoles through some sort of spiritual life-connection or anything.

Or they just raise him in total isolation from his own kind, releasing him when he's eleven for a wizarding remake of Elf. We win either way.