Kobold King

What If? by Randall Munroe?

Darn it, not another lost patient. They're gonna take away my license to practice armchair psychology. I'm out of ideas.

Give them a big hug Christmas morning, and when they ask where their presents are, ask them with sad puppy-dog eyes if their daughter's love isn't good enough for them. Easy-peasy.

Job before hiring TwiLyght: Job after hiring TwiLyght: She's simply that good.

Because someone got this stuck in my head.

To which Arsenal responds:

Meanwhile, in Arsenal's office: A fugitive Edgerunner eloping with Frostfire would be both dramatic and tragic, given her backstory.

If I recall correctly I approved the usage of Frostfire in the fight, but I imagined it being after Emma argues her case to Arsenal and he reluctantly agrees. (After all, as far as Arsenal is concerned, the worst that can happen with a rogue Epic is that he gets to crack down harder on the city with regular patrols, or even institute an artillery shelling against him.) That's obviously not what happened here, but I'm sure there's a way to salvage this.

DALEKS DO NOT TAKE ORDERS.

Meanwhile, in the ocean:

He realizes that entropy itself is constantly working to destroy him, his power takes effect, and the universe suffers a probability meltdown?

TwiLyght! Certainly you didn't give away his secret identity that easily!

So. Hell Bent. Things happened. I have thoughts, here and there. Open the spoiler box if you want to hear them.

You mean... like the people who intensely hate Christmas?

Uh, I vote for whatever Twi voted for. Whatever we're talking about. (Yeah, do whatever.)

One of my older cats just killed a baby mouse and brought its body up for an unrelated kitten to play with. She's using her murderous psychotic nature for good, sort of.

Not... Pepsi, or root beer, or milk, or one of a thousand other substances that're cheaper and less hazardous to come by? Sheesh, in my day we studied practical reanimation techniques. More seriously, was there an in-universe reason for it being powered by meth, or was it more of a symbolic thing?

Better than what we have here. We've got a lot of middle-aged drivers who go tearing down little country roads at breakneck speeds. My mom and little brother almost got hit earlier today while taking a walk, and the tree at the end of my road has ribbons and roses all around its base as a double (maybe triple, can't remember) memorial to a couple of drivers who both walloped into it at different times.

Welcome back, Moriarty! I mean, er, YoungBard. Also, Tumblr reveals why the Weeping Angels weep.

We're interested in your fiction because we love your writing and want to see where you take it. You'd have to try very, very hard to disappoint us, and even if you went utterly off the rails we'd only give smiling, constructive criticism while we eagerly awaited what you'd come up with next. We're your fans now, and you're not gonna get rid of us easily. And don't pay any mind to the dumb downvote. There are people who downvote Brandon Sanderson on Reddit, so don't take the opinions of random anonymous haters as being of any value. In other news, here's something I never knew I needed before now.

Know that there are people banging their heads against their keyboards with the precise frustration you feel, except that they keep muttering "Why can't I write like TwiLyght?" to themselves.

If Shiny Sparkle were somehow trapped on a desert island with her weakness, she'd probably draw attractive faces on a bunch of volleyballs and refer to them as her harem.