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use the Dor

I don't know, it's up to you

It's 360 days til Christmas and people already have their Christmas lights up. Some people *head shake*

to the tune

station through the

Wrong, all of you. The song Moves like Jager takes on a whole different meaning with Nighthound.

Guys. Guys guys guys. I just realized something. Something horrible.

Oh no . I'll check it out when I get home.

Well, he'll think it means he's powerless

Good. I could go for either way. I think it would be deserving for Timeport to be killed by a little child, just showing how powerless he really is .

Not yet. I think he deserves a place or three on it. I could write that...maybe she can become my vanilla character instead of Terry; because man I have no idea what to do with him .

I will.

Imagine how I feel after writing it . That...sounds like a super amazing idea. I'm considering it canon. Nope, only inanimate objects.

This is all I have to say to the new Timeport post:

Quota took the lead. Timeport didn't say anything about it on the way through town. He couldn't show the Epic that he was weak. Instead, he spun his axe around in his hands, trying his best not to lob off Quota's smug head. They reached their destination. Timeport stopped paying attention to where he was or what was going on, only focusing on his excitement about the upcoming massacre. He followed Quota to the back porch, then pressed his body against the wall while the empath did whatever empaths did. Timeport eagerly watched the door, not paying attention to Quota at all, only awaiting the battle. After several excruciating seconds of waiting, Timeport heard footsteps. He grinned and licked his lips, and lifted his axe so it was in front of him, the pointed side of the head facing outwards. "He's got a gun," Timeport heard Quota say faintly. "I'll head to the bushes." Timeport nodded, not caring what the empath did or didn't do. As long as he stayed out of Timeport's way, Timeport was happy. The last lock clicked, the door opened, creaking softly as it swung outward. The barrel of a gun pointed out of the door, a rifle by the looks of it. Timeport teleported two minutes into the future. He landed inside the teenage boy. With a scream, the boy's body exploded, not able to take an entire body's worth of extra matter. Blood sprayed against everything; Timeport was covered in it. With a grin, he turned towards the rest of the family. The mother's face had contorted into a scream, but no sound had come out, like she couldn't even muster a word to say at her son's death. Shame, Timeport thought. I wanted to hear that scream. The mom stood behind the dad, who was pointing a gun at Timeport, and protectively in front of her daughter, who looked to be about nine or ten years old. Timeport heard a BANG! as the gun fired, and he teleported right next to the dad. He wasn't dying again, not this time. When he appeared, the father looked at him in shock. Timeport cocked his head and grinned maniacally. "Miss me?" The father's face contorted into a look of pure rage as he tried to angle the gun at Timeport to fire at him, point-blank. Timeport shook his head and grabbed the barrel with his free hand, then teleported away with it. The father gasped as the rifle disappeared from his hands, reappearing three feet away in Timeport's. "I didn't say you could keep this," he said, angling the gun at the father's head. But he didn't shoot. He teleported. He reappeared right in front of the father, so that instead of a bullet landing between his eyes, the whole gun transported into his head. The man was dead instantly, but just for effect Timeport lobbed off his head with his axe. It rolled off the dead father's shoulders and smacked into the ground, the rifle firing out the back of it when it landed. Finally, the mother found voice to scream, as did the daughter. Timeport closed his eyes and soaked it all in, reveling in the sounds of it. This is what he needed, this is what he had been waiting for. This is why he'd become an Epic. Finally, Timeport reopened his eyes. The mother was holding the daughter back from running to the fallen body of the father, and staring up at Timeport with pure terror in her tear-stained eyes. Timeport breathed in the fear, and smiled. This is how Quota must feel, Timeport thought, feeling the ecstasy of fear. For a brief moment he wished he had Quota's powers, but shoved that thought aside. I am immortal, he told himself. Why would I wish for anything else? Having had enough of the fear, Timeport raised his axe and let it fall into the mother's head. The body gave out one final scream and slumped to the ground, lifeless. The daughter sobbed louder and clutched her mother's body. Timeport 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."

I added Smug Snake for Koschei and Lightwards yesterday too.

Yes, let's go with that. It totally wasn't just me choosing the first name of my main character in one of my books because I just needed a name

of noble skaa

Oh dear. Timeport is going to have way too much fun with this EDIT: Guys, I just realized something. Timeport's only been an Epic for one day.

enough to allow

Excellent. To both .

"If"? What do you mean, "If"? I'm pretty sure you meant to say "When" .

horses. The highstorm

^^ that is beautiful