Citadel16

I came up with that first.

Weird.

did anyone else notice the change in the magic system? sazed said multiple times how the weight made it hard for him to move, how his hands felt like Iron balls on his wrists. then POOF! wax becomes strong enough to support his weight and is seriously badchull because of it.

I'm the uncle that you cant seem to get rid of.

granted. you die from drowning in cash. I wish for true freedom.

YES! DO IT NOW

and here is the best version of that song. ever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZjFMj7OHTw

I don't like rated R movies, so I wouldnt know. take her to something she wants to see.

so... He can have one if that's all he has? and he can make others and sell them every few months on black markets to fund his operations. (or not. Would that be too canon breaking?)

ask her out to captain america civil war (or some other geeky movie that is coming out soon), of course. but take her somewhere else first, going to a movie first is never a good idea.

okay.

... it's me I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet... Hello from the other side!!! I must have called a thousand times!!! To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done!! But when I call you never seem to be home!! ... ... I'll just leave now...

hmn... epic tech is now a possibility... >: ) Mr. The Hunter, welcome back. here, have a portal gun.

has anyone else played atwar?

dont make me destoy this forum...

for calling me a cheater. oh, and your beard of course.

The building was dark, abandoned by the tenants who had once occupied it. And for good reason. Its slate black walls riddled with bullet holes and scorch marks. A street battle had taken place here. As dark and dirty as the building it had been next to. But that had little to do with the building being empty. Citadel stepped into the building, the door had been splintered in the chaos of the day. Stormeggeddon and the Knights Blasphemy were getting bolder by the hour. Citadel walked slowly through the wreckage of the building. Smashed furniture and overturned tables dominated the room. There had been lootings at first, when the city had first fell silent, but those hadn’t lasted long. There was a flight of stairs, still intact. The steel hard carbon was not only everywhere in this city and cheap because of it, but it was also incredibly hard to harvest. Citadel made his way up the stairs. His boot clinked against an object on one of the steps. He knelt down, feeling in the dark for whatever he had kicked. Finally he came up with a spent ammo casing. His fist closed around the casing. So the battle had come in here had it? He had found no bodies. But that meant little when the Knights Blasphemy where fighting against you. Citadel walked up the stairs, kicking aside spent cartridges without regard for stealth. He needed to find Jackson, to make sure the old general wasn’t dead. He heard the coughing immediately as he entered the first floor. He pulled out a side arm –a Crowburner S-15, with electron compressed magazine and experimental firing chamber—and made his way through the halls. He followed the sound of the coughing into one of the hotel rooms. There he sat, Jackson, laying on a bed that had survived the scrounging. He was on his side, coughing blood onto the mattress. Citadel lowered his sidearm and immediately noticed the armored figure on the floor. A Knight. Its head was missing. “You dirty dog. You actually managed to kill It,” Citadel whispered. But as quiet as his voice was, it was still enough to wake the old general out of his pained slumber. The general shot up, bringing about his left hand brandishing a pistol. He fired. As fast as the general was, Citadel was faster. Much faster. He twisted his torso faster than a normal person could blink, and the bullet missed him by barely an inch. He fired his own weapon, knocking the gun out of the generals hand. The General spasmed once and fell back down heaving up blood and whatever else was in his stomach. Jackson looked at Citadel and recognition finally dawned in his eyes. “Citadel,” he said wearily “I should have known you’d come looking for me. Idiot.” “You’re dying of the sickness.” Citadel said, kneeling at his bedside and ignoring his commanding officers words. “What happened to your ring? It should have protected you.” The general looked confused, then held up a hand. No. Not a hand, but a stump, wrapped in what appeared to be bloody cloth. “I see,” Citadel said. “No you don’t,” the general winced and coughed again. “But I got the blasting idiot. You tell them that… when you… get… back…” The old man fell asleep. “I will,” Citadel stood up, he looked at his handgun, then at the general. Then without another hesitation he raised the handgun and shot General Jackson in the head. Citadel turned and left the room. His hand gun tightly gripped in his fist. It had been too late for the general. The sickness had too much of a hold on him, to save him. It had been the best mercy he could give him. It had been a mercy he had given to hundreds.

hey, Im still kinda new...(so yes, im totally cheating).

for having the first title you get on the shard.

its difficult because you are sitting there for what felt like hours, but only ten minutes had passed.

It does. watch this hemalurgic phone.

granted. you get stabbed in the face by Kaladin after being given shard plate and blade by Helaran. I wish my computer would stop freaking out so I can write properly.

I don't know... he kinda, well... here. spoiler tag for length.

so more like telapathic suggestion? making you think you want something for some reason and soothing away all other distractions from that goal. hmn... I need to rethink a few epics then...