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Conventions where everyone decides to dress up as the same Wheel of Time character are All-Rands

And posts about ink are all-pens.

And that means that PMs only using words that start with vowels are All-ans

PMs about glasses, cameras, and video recorders are All-lens

PMs about 1800's voting rights are All-mens.

And PMs about light switches are All-ons

As long as it makes any discussion on Epics on the "And Then They Died" list All-ends

And PM discussions that we're all part of All-ins

I found it, but thanks. There we go. Angel's intro post is up! I can't tell you how relieving it is to write that after the collab post :D

She sobbed louder and clutched her mother's body. The Epic crouched down and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head up and forcing her to stare into his eyes. He held her there for a moment, enjoying the terror that was there, then threw her to the ground and said one word. "Run." Angel Zoe Finch was not eight or nine years old, though most people she met insisted it was so. She’s just a late bloomer; she’s our sweet little 13 year old angel! her parents would say. Or, well, they used to say. The hem of Angel’s nightgown was completely gone, and the bottom was dirty and ripped and torn to shreds, but Angel didn’t care. She fled through her neighborhood, tears streaming from her eyes as the sun set behind her. They’re gone, her mind whispered to her, but she shoved the thought away. Maybe it was all a bad dream, maybe tomorrow her mom would gently shake her awake and she’d be able to change into her day clothes and and and.... They’re gone. That teleporting Epic killed them. She couldn’t get the image of the Epic appearing inside of her older brother, couldn’t stop thinking of his body parts that had splattered the walls, couldn’t get her mother’s blood off of her hands. Screaming, Angel stopped running. She threw herself down to a section of undisturbed curb and wept into her knees. Angel was done for. Without her family, she had no way of getting food, and no protection from any Epics who happened to be in a bad mood. Not like they could do anything about it.... There was no hope left for Angel. She sat there for what seemed like hours, crying and even wishing, just a little bit, that an Epic would pass by her and end it for her. She couldn’t live like-- Something rubbed itself up next to her. Angel jumped up and screamed, looking at the thing that had made its way over to her. What cruel Epic scheme was it? What more could they possibly want with he-- The big husky looked up at her with sad eyes and cocked its head. A...dog? Angel stood still, looking down at the light-brown-furred husky. Is this some sort of prank? What Epic does he belong to? The dog didn’t move. Tentatively, Angel reached out and patted it on the head. It didn’t bite, and actually seemed to like it. She started to rub his head, feeling his slick hair weave its way through her fingers. Somehow, she started to smile. It started small, just her lips curling upwards slightly, but it grew until her whole face was lit up with it. She leaned down to hug it, and it jumped up onto her shoulders, panting in her ear. Her family was gone. Epics ruled the world. But, somehow, there was still a glimmer of light in this broken world. Maybe...maybe there was still hope.

What dog had we decided Angel was getting?

"Lady Angel" would see you wielding a sword, immediately assume you're an Epic, and, considering some fairly recent trauma she doesn't like talking about, would run away screaming

For the information of all: Because of the recent increase in Timeport's atrocities, preemptive steps have been taken to stop them once and for all: I've started Angel's intro post

Timeport was the only Mid-range weapons guy so he was usually alone. When he was with others, he could hide it well enough.

Timeport was already a budding sociopath before becoming an Epic, so he was very good at deceiving people. Also, what Twi said. Firefight spoilers

There. It's done. The last part is up. I'm so sorry.

Part 3 of a compilation post between me, Mailliw, and Twi. “Animals, huh?” Quota chuckled. “Guess you could call them that. They’re cute for animals, though. Like puppies.” He saw one girl’s lip tremble, but she didn’t look at him. The blindfold probably had something to do with that. He briefly considered tamping down that sliver of cheer he felt from her. It wasn’t strong enough to do anything but keep her from tears, but Quota knew that feeling well enough to know it was attached to a thought like If I just keep going, I’ll make it through. Everyone else might die, but I’ll make it somehow. He let her keep the thought. She’d be more fun if she thought she had a chance. Electro laughed at Timeport's comment about animals. Yes, that's what these were. Sniveling, frightened little animals. He handed each of the girls a strip of cloth burned off of their clothes to tie around their eyes. "Timeport, are you ready for the game to begin?" Timeport finished tying the last girl's blindfold-skirt. "I am now." Timeport turned to the girls. "These are the rules. You run and hide in the gardens. If you survive the hour, you win. If you die, you lose. If you try to leave the garden...well, let's just say you definitely won't be winning the game. Ready?" The girls didn't move, remaining frozen with fear. Grendel, one of the few left unblindfolded, looked at him with watery eyes, the tears too afraid to drop. Her pants had been used instead to tie her hands behind her back. This is what you get, Timeport thought ruefully. You left me behind, and now I'm back to get my revenge. “Why?” one of the girls whispered quietly. “Why, Seth?” “Because,” Timeport said aloud, cocking his head to the side. “God requires sacrifice.” Jessica gasped, and Timeport’s grin widened. “Now, are you ready?” All of the girls nodded, knowing not to make an Epic angry. “You have five minutes,” he announced. "Run."

THIS HAS TO HAPPEN. RIGHT NOW

It is. It definitely is

Don't worry, it gets better worse. Twi's posting the next part and I'm posting the last part. But that's not the end of the compilation: this is only the beginning

It's not pleasant Is Reader on the "And Then They Died" list? ...I feel tainted after writing Timeport for this collab post. Can we please get the MEE attack on the MONA moving so I can write for Mommy? EDIT: I think I have the most on the list

You're forgetting one, and you'll see who in Twi's next post

This is going in my sig

And the triumvirate. We can't forget about them. ...mostly because their atrocities have burned themselves into our minds