Jedal

I guess you could say that one of the characters I relate best to is Spook (well, he is my profile photo). Spook for me is a person always on the edge. He is someone with great potential and a yearning to do right, but he is never really considered important enough. Especially his language barrier in the first book really resonates with me. Although I speak the same language as many others, I never feel like I quite get my point across. His misunderstanding of simple social cues, his dogged desire to help the crew, and his inability to make any real difference resonates with me, probably not for the right reasons. In later books, the part of Spook that I really sympathize with is the desire to be better. He is a boy (really a man), who is struggling with a feeling of being less than, and feeling that people do things for him. I too struggle with those feelings. So he pushes himself, unraveling his own body simply to prove himself. Although I do not possess that kind of tenacity, emotionally I attempt to make myself like stone, inhuman, to better help others. He looks up to Kelsier to such a degree that he simply cannot bear to do something wrong, simply because it would be an insult to the man who made him who he is. He wants to be worthy, and struggles with feelings of self loathing which resonate very deeply with myself. He eventually lives up to Kelsier's legacy, becoming the Survivor of Flames, someone who Kelsier claims as his own. The hopeful part of Spook's nature is the fact that he eventually becomes, in my opinion, the greatest of all the members of the crew. Although he is not a key figure in the climax, he is responsible for guiding the people of Scadrial towards a brighter future. With gifts bestowed to him by Sazed and the same inner strength which drove him to become the Survivor of Flames, he creates peace, and allows humanity to move forward. He relinquishes his power after he finds the people to be strong enough and worthy, just like Kelsier found him worthy. He consistently pushes himself to the brink, even though he hates himself, even though the world never gave him a chance. He's someone who just simply would give up. He's a person I really hope to be. Sorry if I got a bit intense

He was hanging out with the Watchers. They can be considered Multiversal Hoids

Wait wait wait...what? I'm not trying to be a jerk here, or anything, but this is super confusing. Are you talking about combining characters to create the ultimate hero? You seem to just get right into your mashup without really describing what's going on. Also, General Brandon is probably not the best place to do this.

I lol'd

My point is, your militant desire to disprove him is probably what's feeding him. I don't want to make you mad, so please know I have no hatred for you.

Why do you troll him? i mean, I get the enjoyment factor, but what if he REALLY believes in what he's saying? It's best to just ignore him if he's an obvious troll.

Well, if I remember correctly, even after the Bridge Four Parshman was transformed into Stormform, he still retained some sort of independence, as he was disgusted by the actions taken by his kinsmen.

Sure, I get that. But I mean in terms of actually storytelling, it just seemed to be your run of the mill history movie.

Sorry to grab your quote about a month after you said it, but for me, it truly began as a Big Brother sort of necessity, because as a child, who really wants to follow some dumb old rules made by some long dead dude. But wait, if you do, then you get to live forever and have happiness and do whatever you want. It began as a sort of greed, but eventually as I matured I started to internalize the ethics being told to me, and now, I don't even think that it's necessary that there is a God or heaven, just that I do the right thing and that I try to live a good life (not to say that I always do).

I've watched the movie multiple times, since my family is obsessed with it, and I genuinely want to know why everyone likes it so much. I'm not trying to offend anyone, but to me, it just seems like any other historical drama. Sure, it does have good themes about racism and overcoming hate, but I just don't get what makes it so great. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not a historical movie guy.

I should just meet Brandon and talk entirely in High Imperial. That would throw him for a loop.

damnation you have luck. Wish I had your luck.

You necro'ed my necro!

Since this seems to be a very terse thread, I will follow in suit. Welcome. Develop your own opinion on cookies. Have an upvote and enjoy your stay.

I'm feeling mega sick. Like there are bugs crawling inside of my body and making me warm and cold and I can't see right and everything is twisting and turning. I can't speak or think. I just slept for twelve hours and I'm still storming sick.

Maybe I'll finally finish the story...

I think that's what it became quickly lol

Thanks I really appreciate it, I guess I tried to put a positive spin on fate and predestination

Well, it doesn't seem to exist anymore on mine. I distinctly remember seeing it before, but no longer.

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Every single human being is the sum of the unconsciousness. Every single decision ever made leads to our conception, and the birth of our souls from the womb of thought. We all sit on a leash of dreams and fears, driven by the long dead stars and heroes of pre-history. In a sense, humanity in its entirety is a puppet to fate. God, or whatever you believe in, created and ended the world in a single moment, and all we do is fuel the fires of a dead engine. To the eye of the beholder, we are wondrous, unique to a fault. But objectively, we are all just reconstituted stardust, our souls fabrications of the community. Therein lies the paradox of humanity. We are individual, believing ourselves to be the one true person in all of existence, but our oneness with our self and connection to others are chains and ropes, keeping us tied to the puppeteer. As incredibly depressing as this is, keep heart, for we can trust in the movement of dead things to keep our race afloat. Barring any sudden changes at time's start, we shouldn't be wiped out, lest it were for a purpose. This paradigm, this incessant hum in the back of our minds, drags forth the colossus, for what purpose even the dreaming stars do not know. Maybe we are a cocoon, a garden, or a workshop. Conversely, humanity may be the death throes of some organism, some dying being of cosmic importance. Take heart in the fact that we have either yet to live or have lived, serving as mere atoms in the body of some great work of art. We are a masterpiece already created and yet yearning to begin. Our existence is a noble one, for we drive forth the world, bring fourth new generations, weave threads and cut sentences short. The lifeblood of reality sits within our fingertips. If one person were to change the rhythm, the cosmic chord would shatter. Maybe that hero who was meant to save the princess ends up breaking his leg and dying to the dragon. Your very existence, no matter how short, no matter how long, is critical to the goal of our Creator. We are not simply a link in the chain, but each and every single individual is equal to the sum of this journey, in essence, we are all gods ourselves. Within us we carry the past and future, we control the shift of thoughts and words and actions. Every creed, color and gender unites to sing a song of harmony, no matter how discordant the individual notes. Without Hitler, could we have had Ghandi? Without Mozart, would there have been no Trump? The workings of the world are too great for us mere mortals, simply live. While we may seem to have no autonomy, each and every one of us must remember that we hold the reigns to a cosmic steed. We are sheltered in the actions of our ancestors, yet in our birth we must accept the duty of continuing the chain, either through our own actions or how we inspire others, subtly or not. Live life to the fullest, do your duty. Love, laugh, cry, scream, give birth, lose a friend, inspire a painting, dwell on the past, look to the future. Everything we do is the right thing, so long as you deem it so. Your beliefs are those of the world, and their beliefs belong to you.

Well, my Jewish friend has just spammed my group chat saying "You worship a zombie". I laugh. Then my inflammatory Muslim not-so friend decides to use this as an opportunity to tell us why Jesus doesn't exist and everyone is a pig for not being Islamic and that we are all worse than him. Strange how some people use religion to mask their true beliefs, huh?