TwiLyghtSansSparkles

You should talk to chocolate instead. That way, if it refuses to talk back, you can eat it and not be grossed out, like you would if you ate a turnip. Sometimes it's good to be king GM.

That jerk! More secrets and lies?

How? In my extensive image search of turnips, I have not found a single one with hands.

Does this describe your feelings, Edge?

Being quite familiar with these reasons, I must say that this image perfectly captures her gleeful attitude toward mismatched footwear. Have you made any further guesses into the circumstances surrounding her choice in asymmetrically colored footwear?

She would be the most stylish dictator in the Fractured States.

"Hi, Fortuity! I stole your hat! And I stole your vest! And now I'm wearing them! Wait—what was that? It's almost time for you to go to work? Oopsie doopsies, look like you'll have to go to work wearing that ball gown I made from your backup suit and cape!" Test 4: Funtimes in Mobius' cowgirl outfit.

Edit: Just saw her in Slaughterhouse's lab coat. It looks like she's going, "Boo! Haha I scared you!" Let's see if she looks as good in Koschei's cloak as Sam does.

I must now test that hypothesis.

The best part of the clothes-swiping-Funtimes meme is that she has a perfectly good reason to steal them while he sleeps. His clothes are filthy, all covered in blood like that. Wouldn't it be nice if someone were to turn the blood on his coat to some soapy water, thus eliminating the blood and his quickest method for resurrecting the dinosaurs he murdered in a hurry? He'd still be able to resurrect them, of course…but he'd have to find them first. Though I'm sure he'd happily trade the inconvenience for a nice clean coat. (She wouldn't wear them, though. Sorry. )

Forget the fight scene; I'm writing the scene where Funtimes stole Lightwards' clothes.

Ask and you shall receive.

"It all started back in Detrioit, in the days of my youth. In Detroit, the job market was terrible. There were some regions that had actually begun offering goats as payment because there was no paper left to print fake money on. Which….oddly enough, made some people very happy. I ate a lot of goat cheese in those days. Anyway, I had a job, until that fateful day the church said those six abominable words: 'We have to let you go.' To this day, I cannot say those words without a shudder! Oh well, I thought, at least I would get two weeks' severance pay. But the church, you see, was on a very tight budget. They had run out of even fake money to pay me. So for my severance package, I got three enormous bags of Fun Size Snickers bars! And they weren't even the good kind; they were that horrible low-sugar kind. I—I didn't even know they still made those, but that's what I got. And that, David the Steelslayerpus, is why I cannot abide Snickers in my presence."

Yay. And Obliteration was hailed as a hero Epic.

Any ideas for an Algaze ship? Precisely. Obliteration's first love is destruction, and his second love is job security.

I don't know why, but I find that journal entry strangely inspiring. I don't underestimate you, I just thought it prudent to warn you that Nighthound fulfills at least three prophecies about the Beast and Obliteration is not unaware of this fact.

If you make Nighthound your avatar, my avatar will declare war on yours. Sorry, but it has to happen. Perhaps. Perhaps…..

Aaaarrrrrgh! What should I do for the Unicyclist? Start with a bit of character development, or skip straight to the part where he destroys everything?

What's wrong, Voidus? Not a Möbiustimes shipper?

Epic name: Kobold King Primary Power: Earning ALL the reputation Secondary Power: Devising deliciously terrifying ships to rival the one merely hinted at in the Disco Ending Tertiary Power: Inspiring crack ships to rival Aldo/Wes

I have the sudden urge to ship him with Obliteration. I have the sudden urge to ship a lot of characters with Obliteration.

I am the cleansing fire.

Bruno and Mollie were both bought when they were puppies, but Chloe was a stray. We think she was a breeder dog who got dumped when her litters got too small, because when we found her she was trying to hide behind moving cars. (Not making that up—every time a car would stop at a stoplight, she'd hide underneath it, then run away when the light changed. Fortunately, it wasn't a busy street.) So we picked her up, took her home, and gave her a bath and some food, and that was it. She lived with us for the rest of her life, which was a surprisingly long time—almost eight years. You'd think that, given the life she'd had before we found her, she would've been a skittish, irritable little thing, nipping at everyone she saw and refusing to cuddle with anyone but a few people she trusted. But she wasn't. Chloe was the sweetest dog I ever met. She greeted everyone with a wide, toothless grin; and after she lost her sight, she'd nudge your leg until you petted her. Our Beauteous Bavlina* lived a long and happy life with us, feasting upon such delicacies as deviled eggs and Twinkies, and cuddling on a regular basis. *We started calling her a Bav, short for Bradley Assault Vehicle, after she'd literally bash into Bruno when he annoyed her. I thought it needed to be more feminine, so I added the -lina to it. Made her sound graceful, which she wasn't, but it fit her in an odd way.

It reminded me of my own dogs. A creature is lifted from desperation and given more than he could ever imagine—and when he sees that his human is hurting, he puts aside every ounce of self-interest to help him. It's beautiful.

This is my second viewing and it's just as good the second time. YES! Oh my gosh, it was one of the cutest, sweetest, most heartfelt things I've ever seen.