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Somehow, Twi, I think you topped it. That was dark in a completely different way. And now it's my turn

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You guys are all so awesome . I'm so happy to be on this forum where we are all so civilized and friendly. Three cheers for Oregon and the 17th shard! (That would be an awesome band name ) Also, I think I'll write a BusDriver post up tomorrow.

I think this quote implies that Adonalsium was shattered on Yolen:

Genius

He can only summon people that have been within 50 meters the place where he's standing? Because I'm pretty sure Attila the Hun and Hitler didn't come to The Dalles, Oregon at all

Hello! Welcome to the 17th shard! Would you like a cookie?

WELCOME, OH CHOUTAGOD. WE ARE PLEASED AND HONORED BY YOUR PRESENCE, AND WE WISH TO BESTOW UPON YOU THIS PRECIOUS GIFT OF A COOKIE. WON'T YOU TAKE IT?

The Icecreaminator refilled his tub full of Dole Pineapple Whip using his powers and held it like a pie that was about to be thrown. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"But I know this really great place just three blocks away," The Icecreaminator said, standing up. "Have you ever tried Dole Pineapple Whip?"

The Icecreaminator shook his head. "No," he said, setting down his empty tub of Rocky Road, "I like fro yo better." Definitely. You're up

That sounds great. Great meaning absolutely terrible and we're going to need brain bleach afterwards, of course Yes. I like that idea. Let's do that instead

Sadly, Timeport would not agree to that--especially the no firearms part.

Timeport says happy new year

Mister Meh looked, well, meh. A drabby yet not dirty white shirt covered his slightly flabby yet not fat torso, and a short yet shaggy beard hid an unattractive yet not ugly face. Let's add some color to that shirt, Timeport thought with a manic grin. He began. Sadly, this time there were only two victims--Mister Meh and his slave. It wouldn't be quite as fun as the excursion at the house, but he could still top it. He teleported. First, the slave. He landed next to him, thirty seconds into the future. The slave jumped back when Timeport appeared next to him. "Don't worry," Timeport said, "tenderly" grabbing his shoulder. "I'm not going to hurt you." He teleported away, taking the man's shirt with him. "Ooh," Timeport said after he'd dropped the shirt on the floor, taking his first step in hours. "Nice abs. Do you work out?" The pants went next. The slave was left standing in his underwear, and his entire body turned a shade of red when he realized it. Timeport heard Quota chuckle, and he did too. "Yes," he said, studying the slave, "I think you look much better like this." After a moment's thought, Timeport got an idea. You wanted better, Quota? he thought. I'll give you better. "No," Timeport said, scanning the room for what he needed. "I think it needs a little...adjustment." Finding it, he teleported over to the counter. He opened a recipe book and grabbed two pages, setting his battleaxe against the counter, then teleported back to his spot. He held the papers out in front of himself, about shoulder length apart, then teleported to the slave and back. The slave screamed. His arms flopped to the floor. Timeport dropped the now-bloody sheets of paper and grabbed two more. Next went the legs, cut off by transporting the sheets of paper between them and the torso. Timeport grabbed one last sheet of paper and teleported it into his neck. "Better," he said, grinning as the head rolled to the floor. Next was Mister Meh. Timeport turned to him and cocked his head, teleporting slowly closer to him. The layer of carefully-constructed meh that Mister Meh had laid over his emotions was beginning to break; Timeport saw it in his eyes. Mister Meh was finally feeling, and he was feeling something wonderful. Fear. He scrambled backward as Timeport got closer, his chair making screeching sounds against the floorboards. "Don't be scared," Timeport crooned. He held out his arm toward Mister Meh's chest, his fingers open as if he was holding a small ball. "You'll only die a little bit." Timeport teleported so his hand was inside Mister Meh's rib cage. He felt around until he found the beating heart, and wrapped his fingers around it. He ripped it out of Mister Meh's chest, and squeezed it in his blood-covered hand. He barely paid attention to the body hitting the ground as he turned around to proudly show Quota the heart. He teleported right next to Quota and held the heart up to his face. "Did I top it, empath?"

Sorry Mister Meh, but you'll soon not be able to grace the inhabitants of Portland with your joyful apathy

So would he try to make Timeport feel more, well, meh?

2 things: 1. Is Mister Meh a gifter or an empath? 2. Are you planning on using him for any more viewpoints? Because, if you are, he's going to need a serious bulk of plot armor

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Part 2 of Connell up.