TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Why don't I win instead of the elephant terrorists...oh, you meant the other thing. The main reason is that my interaction with her is thankfully very limited. When we speak, it's always because of some time-sensitive work issue and holding her up to stand up for myself would almost certainly lead her to report me to her superiors for harassment or whatever charge she thought fit best. Another reason is that, although she's been rude in almost every interaction, if I were to report her, I'd have only a handful of incidents to make my case with. And I worry she'd excuse her attitude with the fact that almost all of her lectures and tantrums we're because I'd made a mistake--which of course isn't fair, but she does occupy a higher position on the corporate ladder than I do, so if I claim she's being unfair, it's my word against hers. The most I can do at this point is answer her next attempt at lecturing me over the phone with "I'm sorry, can I call you back? I have a customer on the other line."

Yay! Okay, my turn? A resourceful hero's pleas for help are ignored when a gang of vicious outlaws attempt a daring heist, and he embraces his ruthless streak as he takes matters into his own hands.

Is it A Bug's Life?

I don't get why "reality" shows about catty women doing catty things in catty ways are so popular. The real thing isn't fun at all. And I know there's no such thing as a perfect workplace, but I wish someone would stand up to miss Queen Bee. Or that the boss would talk to her. Whatever it takes. "Learn to get along, OR THE ELEPHANT TERRORISTS WIN."

I once worked in a retirement home dining room where there was one guy on staff. The environment was very catty, filled with backbiting, gossiping, and bullying I was too shy to stand up to. At a department store, my department was entirely women, and it wasn't unusual for a handful of girls to stand around gossiping while I or another few coworkers did all the work; and when I called one of the gossipers on it, she spread rumors about how mean I was. The staff where I currently work is mostly male, and it's pretty laid back (though communication could be a bit better) but the business office is mostly female. There's one queen bee whose cattiness apparently filters down; she was the one who when, having asked if the other receptionist had told me about my mistake last week, laughed when I said "Several times." I think equal male-female staff ratios are the best. One restaurant I worked in had one of those, and it was snide, sarcastic, collaborative, blunt, fast-paced, and supportive. A good combo, when it's put in action. Thanks for the meerkat. Ooh. Um, you could tell them that every second they waste arguing is another second the elephants can use?

"Hahaha, I'm so happy the other receptionist explained a single mistake to you several times over the course of three days! It fills me with glee that, like me, she does not know how to let a thing go! What a kindred spirit, bringing up a mistake almost a week after the fact! Oh, I live for days like this, you gibbering idiot!" Situations like this make me hate working with women. Even though I am one. How's everyone else's mornings?

Maaaayyyybeeee……

You know what I can't stop thinking about? Someone, maybe David, facing Obliteration while reciting "Jabberwocky." "And as in uffish thought he stood..." "I looked, and I beheld an angel." "The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame..." "In his hand was a sword." "Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, and burbled as it came!" "I am NOT burbling!"

Where did they come from? Chimera, an Oregon Epic who apparently retired to Florida. Why are they there? Because Chimera went full Epic. Why are they elephants? Why the heck not? What's the worst that could happen? Obliteration could receive word of a previously sort-of-nice gifter going full Epic and head to Florida to destroy this Epic and everything around him.

I Alaned Chaos about this forum, and he said it should now be visible to guests.

The pony pictures are here because ponies are awesome. (And there are a lot of Brandon fans who happen to be bronies/pegasisters, and we in the Reckoners RPG like to ponify everything and everyone.) (And I really do mean everyone. I ponified Brandon Sanderson once. And Lightsong the Bold.) As for the others, I'll let members who might actually know the answers answer them. Welcome to the insanity!

Since I'm apparently the Ebenezer Scrooge of this game (holds all the wealth but doesn't use any of it ) I'll share my characters' weaknesses with anyone who needs them for planning purposes. All I ask is that you pay me in pictures of pugs and/or other cute animals.

It'd be amazing, but it probably won't happen.

No, you do not "want to talk about it." You want me to realize I was wrong all along and apologize for hurting your feelings. You don't want to listen to my side at all.

Until he has the attention of others in the MoNA, yes. Nighthound's defeat would be awesome no matter who dished it out.

It isn't the power portfolio that matters, but the joy Nighthound's defeat would bring to all of us. (I would feel the same way about Nighthound losing to Backtrack: it would be completely implausible but oh so satisfying.) His healing song is proportionally powerful to how many people are watching him.

Nighthound losing to Ray and the Unicyclist?

The Unicyclist's chief desire upon receiving his powers was "break Nighthound's face." Maybe Calamity isn't so bad after all.

Okay. No need for more Red/Nighthound creepiness. The Unicyclist is on his way to destroy save the day.

It had started out as such a good day. The Unicyclist—for that is what he called himself; no point using a different name when everyone in Portland called him the Unicyclist—had awoken in a colorful cottage with two Epics, a goth, a hippie, and a hunter. Together, they had watched a color-splashed matter manipulator poof up cinnamon rolls and bacon before pouring maple syrup on her cereal. Then Lucentia had come along, with her diamonds and her haughty attitude and her stupid hair. Once she had thoroughly wrecked a perfectly good morning, she had tried to kill them. There had been other moments, of course. Good ones, like handing out pancake invitations to a Beardapalooza—which had come with a temporary modification to his bagpipes—and leading a child Epic on a wild unicycle chase through a prehistoric jungle. There had been a lot of moments that day. The Unicyclist couldn't recall a time when his days had been that exciting. And now he was in a closet. With Oreos. And a chip hat. The Unicyclist slowly twisted an Oreo apart, dipped the frosting-free cookie in the guacamole, and ate it. It wasn't the best guac he'd eaten, not by a long shot. Doctor Funtimes (Calamity's cupcake, what an awesome name) might know her way around a bizarre piece of engineering, but she couldn't make guacamole to save her life. It was vastly improved by the addition of a chocolate cookie. He was in a closet. Epics outside. Dinosaurs outside. Funtimes and Traveler who-knows-where outside. Him inside. Did she forget? I'll be back for you okay bye! Those were her exact words. Not a lot to go on, no time, no date, no nothing. Just a sleeve of Oreos and bad guacamole in a chip hat. That must've meant she'd be back shortly, right? After the meeting at least. Then again, Epics weren't known for their sense of timing, save for the ones who had precognition or something like that. He dipped the frosting in the guacamole. She'd be back. She had to be back. She…. ….had forgotten. Not even the frosting could make the guacamole taste anything but bitter. She'd forgotten. Doctor Funtimes had forgotten. She'd leave him until morning and find him curled up next to an empty sleeve of Oreos. He wasn't worth remembering. Nor was he quite sure what happened next. There was red light, and a voice—maybe?—and then he was lifting his bagpipes... out out he had to get out ….and he was playing a song…. break break break everything ….and then there was a scratching, urgent scratching that he knew for a dinosaur breaking through the door…. everything everything Nighthound's face break it break it ….and then he was charging through, playing his bagpipes as a column of flame trailed behind. It was a very good day.

No, no, no extra motivation needed...I....I think now's the perfect time for a flaming Unicyclist to interrupt this...um...creepfest.

Not at all.

Are…are you looking on the bright side, or do you just want to watch the universe implode so you can see what it looks like? Because if you are, then I'm not judging. I kind of want to see it happen, too.