MacThorstenson

Mac stands up, having drunk half of the infinite rootbeer. He walks over to the reset of the reset button and presses it. resetting it to what it was like before the reset button was pressed.

Mac cracks his knuckles and attempts to do the most difficult thing he has ever done. Drink all of the root beer in an infinite root beer monster.

Mac screams as a bunch of brains is thrown at him, he tries to block them from contaminating his root beer, but some fall in. He collapses Crying.

Let me tell you something. I have assembled a decent playlist of some meme songs that me and my friends considered memes. This list is limited, but could help, I would suggest pruning it for what you want. They are in no particular order.

"if you have any bendallloy metalminds that would be great."

Macs eyes widen, to go, or not to go, that is the question. He was currently sitting in a pool of rootbeer, as the amount flowing out of the faucet was larger then he could swallow. He had tried, and nearly choked, so now he was sitting in a steadily filling ocean of rootbeer, drinking to his hearts content. I think its better if I stay. I need to chug as much as I can, while I can. "That sounds cool, but this is an infinite tub of rootbeer."

Malcolm crawled out of a dark alley somewhere. He glanced left and right, then sprinted down the empty street. ucking into alleys for shortcuts. He had been on the streets for a couple of days now, they were trying harder then ever to find him. If he could just avoid the guards for a few more days, they would stop looking, then he could hide in his bunker the rest of the war. He was going to make it, he just knew it.

"I don't drink."

"Lopen, we can't have everyone be multiple types of investiture, there will be massive interference between systems and people wont be able to do anyone thing effectively. Its better to get people to master what they have instead of trying to get them to be varied."

3/4 of a ffqq

Mac gives a thumb up, having situated himself underneath the rootbeer pipe, that was directly connected to the rootbeer pool in the void beneath the alleyverse.

Msc frowns, "How the storms am I supposed to train them in surge binding, they can't use it normally without a spren? Awakening, I can do. But it would be problematic in terms of getting non nalthisians to actually hold onto breaths. I will try though."

WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO I LOVE PARTIES!!! Mac quickly positions himself below the cask of root bear, then opens the nozzle, chugging the rootbeer that pours out.

"You just need more practice, it will eventually work out. Probably."

"here let me give you this." Mac reached into his suit and brought out a coppermind with allomatic memories reserved in it. Giving it to Aaric, he warned him "Be careful, we haven't been able to spike in perfect memory yet. The memories will degrade." Moving out of the building he saw the team sitting there. "You will excuse me for not knowing your names, or abilities. Would It be possible for y'all to say what your powers are? The rest of the team will need to know this as well if we are able to work together," Seeing how half the group was looking at him in fear, and the other half had already run away, Mac realized that he still had all of his spikes in, "Wait! no! Sorry, I don't normally look like this! Uhh." Mac sighed as those running away failed to return.

Outside of Lopen's compound, the sky lights up with a giant green laser, shooting through a gateway. It hits Sel's second Moon, blowing it to pieces, and scattering it across the solar system. Hopefully that wont bother us later. Mac stands up and brushes off his jacket, thankfully, nothing appears to be damaged. It was close, but Mac had dived through the gateway seconds before the penguins had shot him with the death star. Storm those penguins, we should kill them all. Calm it down buddy, you've been using the one power. Your right. But I don't care. What happened to the note that Lopen sent you? Moments before, a man appeared in the middle of the negotiations, giving Mac a note that said something about the Avenger's initiative. It also told Mac to spike up. Storm it, I forgot my spikes. Mac quickly teleported to his lab, where he inserted all of his spikes. He now had upwards of 60. 32 for the metallic arts, 20 for both surge binding and voidbinding, and 2 that were filled with breath, and an additional 6 for power in Channeling, and 6 more for power in sand mastery. That wasen't counting the miscilaneous spikes he had for things like an evil laugh. Finally, it was time. He grabbed his shashka and iceblade, and prepared his entrance. This time he was going to be simple, not too intimidating. He just summoned a whirlwind of fire, in the middle of Lopen's courtyard, and teleported himself into the middle of it. All the while protecting himself from the flames. He stood there, trying to use his lifesense to see who was out there. There was Lopen, a few guys from the alleyvillage, and AHA! there he was. Aaric. The newest member of the DA. Aaric needed his spikes. Mac grinned, this was going to be a shock for some of these people. He released his weaves and stepped into the courtyard. Running, he grabs Aaric and throws him over his shoulder. "Don't worry, you're going to love this," He sprints him inside of the nearest building where he lays him on the bed and removes the 16 spike from jars of blood that were concealed in his robes. Laughing with glee, Mac stabs Aaric 16 times, all across his body. Nothing was comparable to the joy of using hemalurgy. Watching him writhe in pain, Mac stands back, and says the final part of the ritual. "Welcome to the DA. The disclaimer applies."

Votes are tied, I believe.

Mac walked down the alleys, trying to find where the lockdown was. It had been a few months since it started, but hopefully the penguins hadn't gained any more ground. Without warning, a large explosion was heard down Alley #897, Looks like I found it. What are you looking for? I saw a piece of paper with penguin and death star written on it, I'm still confused. A few months ago, we stored a supply of intelligence spikes in the Mirror dimension in the 6th warehouse of this alley. Unfortunately, in that mirror dimension, there was a nation of penguins, somehow one of them was spiked, he used his new intelligence to spike his brethren. Once they became self aware, we initiated lock down procedures so they couldn't escape. Last time self aware creatures managed to escape, it caused a huge problem. They tried to leave but found the doors locked. Naturally, in order to escape, they judged that the best way to break the fortifications was to build a death star. A few months ago, the penguins were building the death star, It could be done now, but I'm trying to see if I could enlist them in helping us fight against Rhazien. As Mac rounded the next corner, he saw a hive of activity. People were running around, trying to seal the breach that had been formed in their fortifications. The DA was not doing that well. It looked less like they were in control, and more like they were barely being able to keep them in. Mac approached the leader in charge of the siege. "Welcome Mr. Mac," "Thank you, how is the lock-down progressing?" "Errr... Not as well as we would have hoped. The penguins managed to build a death star inside of there, and for the past few weeks they have been blowing away our fortifications. In addition, they have figured out selective breeding and are currently breeding super soldiers to force their way out. I would have eliminated them, but my orders were to hold them in there." "Don't worry about it. Tell me, have they made any moves toward negotiations?" "Yessir. They tried to send an emissary, but the one thing they wanted was the thing we couldn't give them." "Well now we need them. If you could set up a meeting I would be grateful. Also, can I receive a profile on these penguins?" "I would gladly set up that meeting sir, though I feel obliged to warn you that they may try to ambush you." The Commander nodded to a acolyte standing on the side. They ran out to grab the profile. "Are you implying that I couldn't defend myself against them?" The Commanders eyes widened, "Uhh, no sir. Not at all. You are perfectly capable, forget I said anything." Just then the Acolyte returned with the profile as the alley shook with another explosion. Mac snatched the pages of information. "Get me that meeting, in case it doesn't work out, prime the destruction of the mirror stone, that should shut down this dimension if needed." "Understood." Mac walked off to the side of the alley, and ducked inside of an empty laboratory to read the information.

Elandera, what time zone is that? Araris, what day did arinian post that on your group doc? Thank you for your help. I will edit this with my thoughts later. Probably tmrw.

Could we get a time stamp for when you guys were approached with messages?

While I'm pretty sure that Araris is something important. I think Itiah is pretty dang threatening.