DanTheSeamonster

I would give the army to The Doctor... but that is a little scary, can you imagine what he could do with an army?  So, read about The Doctor. I don't think Bomber would be a very good President, so I guess I'll give him the army. And thus the Oval Office goes to Pinky Pie. She's good right? (I don't Pony, in case it wasn't obvious.)

And Player B's next three characters are Percy Jackson, Kvothe from the Kingkiller Chronicles and Sabetha from the Gentlemen Bastards.

I would eat them, but the Dark Alley has kinda made me suspicious of all cookies I didn't make myself.

Say, those cookies don't have spikes in them, do they?

So it's a monster that is 1/4 Babadook, 1/4 Weeping Angel, 1/4 Mothra and 1/4 Raccon-demon?

Guys. I'm home alone and something keeps tapping on my window.  For rizzle though, if I never post again now you know why.

Italian ftw! Who can say no to chicken parmesan?

Also we should band together to make Shardcon a thing. We can have it on a gigantic cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic. Oh! Oh! Or we could hijack one of those oil rig platformy things (don't be ridiculous of course that's the technical term) for a weekend!

Eep. You actually met Captain Jack Harkness? As in the Captain Jack Harkness!?

Well, I wish you the best of luck in convincing Brandon. I'd gladly let you read my stuff though. The more opinions the better.

 

Ahem. Back on topic, you know you're a Sanderfan when you add that word to your online dictionary so that little red line will finally leave.

That. Line. Is. The. Worst. 

There was a period of time where most of my dreams seemed to involve me being on the run, a fugitive from justice. 

 

They were often a continuation of the same story, too, which was kinda fun. In the last one I can remember, I escaped from the prison van and fled into a desert wasteland dotted with massive, dust-covered versions of my childhood toys. I was eventually corned by the cops in a ghost town built entirely of huge, faded Lego bricks...

Guilty conscious much? 

I kinda had a dream like that. I was being hunted by the C.I.A. and had to fight off half a dozen secret agents. I also jumped out of a four story building and landed on my feet perfectly fine. My ninja status is wayyyyy higher in my dreams. 

...am I the only one here who likes Ten?

 

*dodges rotten fruit*

I'm of the same opinion as Kobold on this. Well. Except for Nine. I don't really like Nine. Sorry Lark.   I only re watch his episodes because of Captain Jack. 

OH HEY! Can we please talk about Jack for a second? 

So I need some help. 

I like to make it a habit of using relatively unknown/unused fantasy races in my stories. I will usually take the base fairytale creatures, than kind of "rewrite" them and make them unique and my own. I've used variations of Trolls and Bugbears in two of my novels, and plan to use Ghouls and Werebears in others. Also trying to decide if I should use some kind of Harpy or Siren. But anyhow, I've run out of such races. Any suggestions, whether races or cool variations of races? 

Yeah, that dream is pretty weird, but honestly nothing new. It's not even the weirdest dreams I've had.

...my subconscious is pretty strange, guys. 

Read it before. But now I own it.  (And yes, I'm rereading it now.)

 

And good luck! Hope you get it!

Ahhhhhh. I see. I got the new American version boxed set for Christmas last year and I was so excited. 

And thank you! 

This needs to be a poster. And it needs to be on my wall. Now, please. 

Also... those space onions are pretty strong. Don't feel bad for... for... a few tears shed here and there.   *bawls eyes out* 

Ooooooooooo. Percy Jackson is a pretty dern good read. Might I suggest you read it soon? 

Also, I just applied to Books A Million for a job. Fingers crossed, everybody...

Ah, good old 11. I do miss him terribly. 

Infinite resources, you say? Very well... 

 

HoA spoilers: 

 

I would cosplay as... Ruin.

 

I'm assuming I am attending a convention. Covertly, ever so discreetly, I would have everyone else in attendance wired to a personal radio feed. I could deliver anyone in the crowd a message at any time, with them oblivious to the fact that they'd been wired.

 

At the official opening of the con, all the earliest attenders would be graced with my booming voice over the speakers, declaring "I AM FREE!"

 

From that moment on, I would give messages to everyone in the convention. Some I would whisper to quietly, urging them to kill, destroy, or drive spikes through their nearest neighbors. Others I would casually chat with, trying to convince them of the virtues of entropy. Still others would be menaced by the finest tuning technology I could procure, which I'd use to give intimidating messages in the voices of their loved ones.

 

It would be madness.

 

It would be beautiful.

 

The convention would officially have been... RUINED! MUAHAHAHAHA!!

 

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It's probably a good thing nobody's giving me a chance to enact these thoughts of mine.

Not really sure which is more frightening; this evil genius plan or the fact that I really want to see it come to fruition. 

I would love to dress/act like Wayne. 

When you realize that Kaladin is your biggest role model. 

Ready, lightning round! 

Would you rather never read another book, or have no technology whatsoever? (Phone, computer, television, etc.) 

Favorite Streetfighter character? 

The one food that should be thrown into the Abyss never to return? 

Favorite color? (Have to have one normal question) 

Fantasy or Sci-Fi? 

Finally finished First Lord's Fury! Really quite good although I do have one or two issues with it, but those are just personal things

 so if anyone is looking into the series I would definitely recommend it.

I'm now reading Elvenblood by Lackey and Norton, The King's Buccaneer by Feist, and The Innocent Mage by Miller. I'm trying to decide between starting Lords and Ladies by Pratchet or The Eye of the World by Jordan. 

You let people do cool things such-as-but-not-limited-to flying, gaining super strength and seeing the future (kind of). 

ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS

A TERRIBLE DEATH TO DIE, A TERRIBLE DEATH TO DIE, 

A TERRIBLE DEATH, A TERRIBLE DEATH, A TERRIBLE DEATH TO DIE

ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOUNCEMENTS, ANNOOUUUNNNCEEEEMENTS

............Sorry, that was a camp thing. 

That is all. 

Eleven is still the best, though. 

I'm technically an ISTJ, but my Sensing and Thinking traits are right on the line. They're not ver dominant at all, and I have a lot of Feeling and Intuition traits too. Basically I'm an ISTJ with horrible indecisiveness, because part of me is like "GO GO GO GO GO!" and the other half is all "Whoa. Dude. Slow down and think this through." Decisions are an issue. 

You know that supremely tall dude that wears the trench coat and fedora in all those movies? No not that one, the other one. The one with the long, flowing blond hair and deep blue eyes? Yeah! Him!

Well, I look nothing like him.