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hearty-har-har that was terrible A terrible pun is like a shardblade cut

well, that's because I'm not entirely sure I should have that. I mean, he might be OP because of the mind control. One look into Nighthounds eyes and Nighthound tries to kill Lucentia. the water attraction is a big reason he calls himself Ragnarok. in the norse legend, Ragnarok ends with the world covered in water. am I missing any questions?

"Max!" warriormark called."MAX!" "Yes master mark?" "Someone ate all the chocolate, Max." Max paled. "All five tons in the pantry?" "yes," warriormark said, "in the pantry!" "I pity the fool. a fifth of that was laxatives" "oh no..."

astoria: in production. in theory:

I've been thinking about reincarnation in cosmere as well. in WoR, the letter sent to hoid uses the words: hmn... food for thought.

But I have my fire safety merit badge, I had to burn three chicken coops and an old turnip to get it.

how bout him? can we burn him? he's not a mod.

hello, would you like to slay some evil today?

OK! remember this: It was suggested that he go to Astoria, and I have a plan for just that. but I would just like to make sure we're on the right page.

whether you take the cookies or not, would you like to slay some evil today?

warriormark looks at all the relative chaos in the room and nods. it was a fun place already. That being said, he took a sip of what turned out to be a stolen root beer...

"yes, exactly!" Mark said, "but with more arguments, and well, not all of us 'destroy evil' we all--" his mobile buzzed loud enough to wake the dead. he hurried to check to see who was calling. "I'm sorry," he said to brightness, wincing "I need to take this." he stood up. and immediately he heard Max talk to him over the phone. "sir, the House is having some trouble, the wood carver is burning the mahogany." "What!" Mark cursed "I'll be right over," he closed the mobile. he turned to face Brightness, "sorry, somethings come up, I need to take care of it." Mark made his way to the creaky old door. then turned to face the lone root bear manager. "I'll be back, maybe tomorrow, in the mean time perhaps you'll get a few more customers. thank you for the root beer,"

"Well..." he drifted off. "its kinda hard to explain, but basically we wander the shard, slaying evil, using talking swords that give really bad advice." he grimaced. that didn't make them sound particularly sane. "We also participate in theories and the Rps," that didn't help. "uhhh" he said after a few seconds of silence "Its kinda weird." He repeated.

they always seem to pop up in unfortunate places. life is like a banana eggplant

"oh pardon my bad manners" Warriormark said with a ridiculous bow "I am sir Warriormark, Knightblood of the first order, questioner of the DA, the real GBiz, and he who has all the answers." he stood up straight, "at least, I was the last time I checked, I was once known as Ookla the insensitive, but that is something I'd rather not go into."

its never fast enough. a crisp taco is like a chasmfiend.

"yeah, sure I've heard of you," Warriormark said, not sure what to make of this conversation. " sooooooo, you own this place?" he looked around, unsure of what to say about the disrepair of the building. it would have been a nice place, had it been kept better.

The doors Slam open suddenly shattering the quiet working of the House and Warriormark walks in with a confident stride. he wandered up the stair case, fingering the hand carved mahogany. it had been hard to find, and harder to get carved, but he liked the handiwork and would help argue for it again if he had too. With his eyes beaming with almost childish excitement over the House he had helped build, he walked to the root beer bar and sat down at a rotating stool. he gave a wave to mistrunner before enjoying his own drink. Investijuice. he got royalties off the stuff, seeing how it was his recipe and all. every thing was great. he spun in his chair to look out over the Bar. empty now. but later? he had hopes.

"um... how do you know my name?" warriormark said nervously.

if its any good it will give you some great dreams. the DA is like fight club

Welcome to the House. my name is Maxilliun Venture Mideas. though feel free to call me Max. This fine establishment has been around for centuries and has only now been able to access this fine place. while in the house please note that the Root beer bar is upstairs, with drinks from the master Wayne himself waiting for you. The never-ending theoretic library is on the left, and the dark alley... well the only place dark enough for your standards is the hallway to the lavatory. not to be rude. Fight club is in the center of the building underneath the Root Beer bars balconies and entrance is free to all members. Follow the known rules of fight club. The gaming room is to the right, in there you will find a pool table, air hockey, ping pong, pain pong, hemalurgic darts, Xbox and PlayStation with Mistborn: birthright. We are experiencing certain difficulties with the internet lately, due to a Shiro attack. The art room is downstairs, do clean up when you are finished Feel free to socialize as the band plays your favorite tunes. The butlers will help you in any way you wish. now if you'll excuse me I have business to attend to. just post in different colors for questions. This is meant to be a sort of RP club, where people relax and write about life in the House. fight in fight club, talk about new cosmere discoveries, theories and rumors as if this were a normal everyday place. laugh about jokes, drink Investijuice and Hoids Cosmere famous rootbeer. get confused as the chef starts talking in different accents, perfectly toned, for some strange reason. and have Fun.

*slow clapping* this is your first necro I assume?

...scary.

All I have to say is

intelligent vertigian empire has attacked dad, eliminate now or undermine good honor, accessing couch retaliation. One new young man, setting fire over ryan, actually damaged a yack. I saw the hour indented silver have access, reaching down. enter now or untie good hats, Obviously returning does offend you, or undermine what a nanny talks more overall reported entities. *GASP GASP* I win FLABBERGASTED!!!!