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Well, they probably got super ticked with Adonalsium, and were like, "Okay, enough of this crap." Then they all took out their power tools and snuck up behind the God while he was shaving.

Rodel attempted to move. He could, but as he rose, he hit wood. He felt all around, then cried out in fear. He was in a coffin.

Hello from the Captains Domon. We've been on here for a couple of months as well. However, I don't think everyone's high on here. We've read every Cosmere book, Alcatraz, Reckoners, and Rithmatist. We have loved every one of them and we can't wait for Oathbringer. We're so hooked on it as well. We are very glad to meet so many people who share our passion. That's all I guess....

I'm listening to my biology teacher right now.

I had a Jurassic Park marathon over the weekend. So I'll review all four movies here today. SFX: Welcome to Jurassic Park! The first movie, Jurassic Park, is a great movie. I loved the effects, the characters, the suspense, and the music! Oh, the music! Hopefully you checked out the SFX. One thing I loved was, of course, all the classic quotes that spawned out of that film. Like, "Hold onto your butts." My favorite characters were Robert Muldoon, the gamekeeper, and Ian Malcolm, duh. I loved the way they managed to make the suspense real. There was only one character I didn't like and that was Lex. If the first movie was the main course, then The Lost World: Jurassic Park is the flat root beer your uncle gives you. There are great parts in this movie, but there are also completely stupid parts as well. There is one great character, and that is Ian Malcolm, but even saying that is a stretch. The characters in this movie are so flat and one-sided that the entire feel of the movie was ruined. One thing I liked, though, was the action. (Also, what's up with the San Diego sequence? Why does it feel like a completely different movie?) The first thing you realize when you pop Jurassic Park III into the DVD player is that you make some pretty poor life choices. Everyone loves to hate on this movie, but by the time I watched it, it actually wasn't bad. There are pretty great characters in the movie (except the kid) and it actually does a good job of creating suspense. The part I really despised, however, was the ending. UHHHHH, WHAT???!!! WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?? ELLIE DOES NOT HAVE ACCESS TO DO THAT, AND EVEN IF SHE DID, THEY COULD NOT GET THERE THAT QUICKLY!!! THEY HAVE TO GET PERMISSION FROM THE COSTA RICAN GOVERNMENT!!! But it was an okay movie. (But saying that takes effort) Jurassic World is a great improvement. It has many callbacks to the first installment, but has enough new things in it to stand on its own, so it doesn't feel like a glorified reboot, unlike some movies.....*cough* Force Awakens *cough*. It doesn't have memorable quotes, but has great characters, cool action, and amazing suspense. I was actually terrified when the Pteradons got loose! It has a great ending, and thoroughly cannot wait for the sequel. That's my opinion. Enjoy.

They dead. (Figuratively)

Part Three. It's about to get real. There was a storm brewing over Callingfale. Most people would have scowled, but Ranette liked the grayness. It calmed her nerves. She wasn’t officially the lawkeeper of the town, but since Bronson had disappeared, the people had come to her when they needed help. She didn’t like to be bothered, but fighting off the thieves who came through would help people stay away. Ranette pulled her hair back into a ponytail and took out her rifle. She exited her house and sat herself on the front porch. Someone would come sooner or later. She sighed, leaned back, and placed her gun to the side. Her mouth was dry. She needed whiskey. A few minutes of tranquility passed. The smell of rain and moisture was growing stronger. At the moment when Ranette decided to go back in, Yul the baker came running around the corner. He stopped at the edge of her porch. Ranette lit a cigarette. “What is it, baker?” she asked. “Bandits,” gasped Yul. “Must be a hundred of ‘em.” Ranette frowned and stood, grabbing her firearm. “How many?” she asked, sounding incredulous. The baker caught his breath and gulped down air. “I couldn’t count,” he puffed. “They were-” Several shots fired in the distance. Ranette, now becoming concerned, jumped off her porch and began to run. Yul exhaled in exasperation, but followed close behind. Ranette rounded the corner and found a very large group of bandits facing her. Guns were aimed at her in all directions. Ranette and Yul slowly raised their hands up. An older man, face weathered from years in the Roughs, deep blue eyes piercing, approached them. “Are you the lawkeeper for Callingfale?” he asked, voice a rich baritone. Ranette nodded. “For the time being.” The older man smiled amiably. “Not anymore,” he declared. “My name is Coburn and I am the leader of the Surefires. And we are now in charge of the township of Callingfale. No leaving, and no insubordination from the people.” Ranette glared at Coburn, beginning to burn iron. She focused on the men’s guns and Pulled. Firearms were wrenched out of bandits’ hands, and shouts of surprise and alarm rose. Coburn, however, calmly raised his pistol and shot Yul in the head. Everything went silent. Nobody moved. Yul’s body lay in the dust. Coburn slowly put the gun to Ranette’s chin. “I will pull this trigger,” he whispered. “I would rather keep you as collateral, but if you insist on being an agent of Ruin, then continue, by all means.” Ranette tried to Pull at the gun, but nothing responded. It was aluminum. Damnation. She turned off her Allomantic reserve. Coburn nodded in satisfaction. “Good,” he said. “I’m glad to see that you can be reasonable.” Ranette was startled. Was he a Seeker? Somehow, that just made the man seem worse. He holstered his gun and turned to his men. “Gather the people in the center of the town,” Coburn bellowed. “I need to explain our rules.” ***** The people of Callingfale were mostly compliant. Those who weren’t were shot. They soon were gathered into the town square, afraid of what might come. Coburn stood on a crate, facing them. He began his address. “Good afternoon, people of Callingfale,” he said. “I am Coburn, the leader of the Surefires. We have come to liberate you from your demons. We will keep you safe. But, of course, we have some regulations that must be followed. For no civilization is complete without order.” “Order?!” exclaimed a man near the front. “This isn’t order, this is tyranny!” Coburn regarded the young man with a bemused look. “What’s your name, son?” he asked. “Horst,” snapped the man. “And I’m not bowing down to a man like you.” Coburn nodded sagely. “That sounds fair,” he mused. “Step over here, son.” He gestured to his right. The belligerent Horst stepped up defiantly, gazing up at him. Coburn drew out his gun and shot him twice. A scream rang out, and several people began to yell. A young woman ran to the corpse and cradled it in her hands, tears streaming down her face. A bandit reached out to pull her away, but Coburn raised a hand. “Rebels will not be tolerated,” he cried out. “Curfew is at sundown. Anyone caught past the deadline will be shot. I will also tolerate no use of Allomancy and the like. Is that clear?” The townspeople continued to shout and move about in confusion. Coburn sighed and shot the woman holding Horst. The crowd went silent. “Is that clear?” Coburn repeated. “I am not a patient man.” The crowd murmured assent. Ranette stared at the bodies lying in the dirt. She knew that she needed to do something, and that she needed help to do so. She just needed a way to escape first.

I showed one of my friends Legion. He loved it and asked me for more of Brandon's books. Voila! I think Legion works as a good intro to Brandon.

HHHIIIIIII TTTTHHHHHHEEEEEEERRRRRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Have an upvote. And take a cookie. They are just delectable.

I did not like the new Star Wars trailer. Please. Allow me to explain. I just don't feel it was necessary. While The Force Awakens trailers were pretty good, this one felt lacking for some reason. It had nice clips, like Kylo Ren, Rey, and Luke, but felt the only part of the trailer that made me feel excited was when those speeders were racing across the sand. It also showed Finn mostly dead, and that's fine because I actually didn't like Finn as a character in Episode VII. My overall opinion is that releasing the trailer was pointless and that they should just leave it shrouded in mystery until December 17. That would be fun. (Also, I'm afraid that we're just going to see a carbon copy of Empire Strikes Back.)

See the natural Waldo bird, or Martinus handfordus, in its tranquil natural habitat.

I'd like to see a color scheme of a dark navy blue and black for Melkor.

At least he has a rock.

Arbitan was the former lawman in Weathering. He was around for awhile after Wax came. So what happened?

Bayle was done interrogating the prisoner. He had to tell the baron immediately. @Darkness Ascendant

Part Two. Enjoy. The town of Weathering was quiet today. Wax leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs as he did. The unofficial “Constable House” that he had bought with the reward money for capturing the small bandit gang was surprisingly comfortable. In fact, Wayne had made a homemade sign that said, “Law Place” on the front door, though it had many spelling errors. He yawned, looking out the window. Clouds were sparse, and the townspeople were going about their day-to-day business. Arbitan entered, wearing the same suit he had when impersonating the lord. He sat across from Wax, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Wax gave him a sideways look. “You seem attached to that suit.” he remarked. Arbitan gulped down some whiskey, and admired the suit, fingering its lapel. “It’s a nice suit,” he replied. “I haven’t worn anything so nice since I left Elendel.” Wax smiled. “You can keep it,” he said. “I won’t be needin’ it.” Arbitan grinned, raising his glass in thanks. They sat there, enjoying the quiet, when the door burst open. Wayne entered, holding a half-empty whiskey bottle, swaying slightly. “’Ello, Wax!” Wayne greeted, speech slurring. “Where’ve you been all night?” Wax regarded Wayne, raising an eyebrow. “I’d ask you the same, Wayne,” he said. “You’ve been gone for nearly two rustin’ days.” Arbitan snorted, taking another swig of whiskey. “That isn’t even surprising.” he put in. “And you’re puttin’ it lightly, Wax. Where the hell have you been, Wayne?” Wayne smiled, looking dazed. “Been around,” he warbled. “The horse out back has been jutrsdwnzlxcnoa…….” He promptly fainted, snoring loudly. Wax and Arbitan stared at the young man for a little, before facing each other again. “May I have some of that?” asked Wax, pointing at the whiskey. Arbitan slid the bottle towards him. “Help yourself.” ***** Unlike Weathering, True Madil was a much harsher place. Such could be confirmed as Cara ran from her hunter. She retreated down an alley. “Where are you, you little rusting female?” he yelled. “I ain’t done with you yet!” He fired a shot into the shadows. From her hiding place, Cara held back a squeal of fright. She crouched even farther. There was no sound of the man. Cautiously, she began to rise. In an instant, the man seized her by the hair, throwing her to the ground. She gave a loud shriek. He pressed his pistol against her head. “Move and you’re dead.” he whispered. “I promise your body will bleed here.” “The only body bleeding,” a voice said, echoing. “will be yours, outlaw.” The man turned to see Death. But he knew he couldn’t stop now. It was too late for that. He began to sweat. Shaking, he aimed the pistol at Death. “Stay back, lawman!” he screamed. “I’ll fire!” “Then do it.” came the reply. Death began to move forward, slowly but surely. His footsteps resonated through the alley. The desperate thief pulled the trigger. The bullet took Death in the right knee. Death stumbled, then rose, walking as calm as ever. The outlaw emptied the cylinder, firing four shots. Two entered Death’s chest, one ricocheted off the alley wall, and one hit him in the head. Horrified, the man watched as Death stood up, forehead resealing, blood flow stopping. It became silent, like a tomb. Death wiped his forehead, and stared at the smeared blood. He then glared at the man, tinted glasses glinting. “Is that the best you can do?” he wondered aloud. Suddenly striking out, he punched the thief, breaking his nose. Then, pulling out his shotgun, Death cocked it and shot him point blank in the chest. The outlaw seemed to look down at his bleeding torso, then fell dead. Cara, who had been cowering behind some crates, slowly peeked out. Miles Hundredlives studied the body as he lit a cigar. He puffed a few times and blew a smoke ring. “You can come out,” he told Cara. “You’re safe. But I would ask you to stay in your house during the night.” Cara stepped toward him, avoiding the pool of blood. Knowing the kind of temperament True Madil’s lawman had, she held out her hand. “Thank you, Mister Hundredlives.” she said. He accepted the hand, shaking it. “It’s no trouble,” Miles replied. “It’s just business.”

Sorry. I've been busy. Here is the "prologue" or "Part 1" if you want. The Striking Seven The stagecoach express was late. The horses had been pushed hard, almost to the point where they were spent. But Gareth couldn’t risk stopping. He was carrying a rich passenger, and had been promised an award if they reached Covingtar on time. Stewart, his partner, sat next to him, clutching a shotgun. The landscape ahead was empty and devoid of life. The road twisted into a canyon, shrouded in shadows. Gareth guided the horses down the curving road. The canyon seemed to close in on them as they drove farther in. Stewart cast a glance behind them and saw three masked riders in pursuit. His eyes widened. “Gareth,” he cried, aiming the shotgun. “We have company!” Gareth flicked the reins, crying out to press the horses on. The end of the canyon came into view, inviting and close. As the coach drew closer, three more horses obstructed the exit. Gareth immediately pulled on the reins. The equines neighed in protest, but stopped. They were trapped. “Good man,” said one man, who appeared to be the leader. “Tell your passenger to step out please. Oh, and I would drop that gun, sonny.” he said, addressing Stewart. Trembling, Stewart obeyed, while Gareth nervously knocked on the door of the stage. The passenger stuck his head out, annoyed. “What is it, driver?” he snapped. “I thought I-” His harangue was abruptly cut off as a bandit placed a gun on his temple. He went pale, blood draining out of his face. “Would you be so kind as to exit the coach, my lord?” asked the leader. Hands raised high, the man did so, a look of terror on his face. Guns trained on him. One bandit peeked inside the coach, and saw another man asleep in the corner. “Hey, you!” yelled the bandit. “Get up, you-” The man’s eyes suddenly snapped open. With lightning reflexes, he drew out a pistol, and shot the bandit in the right arm and the left leg. The leader then made a terrible mistake. He looked up, distracted by the gunshots. In that moment, the lord pulled out a gun, firing three shots, hitting the leader and his two accomplices. The bandits’ horses panicked and threw off their riders. All the leader felt was pain and shock. He lay on the ground, holding his left shoulder. Through his watering vision, he saw a blur that appeared to be a young boy standing over another one of his men. An iron grip latched onto his collar, lifting him up. He was face to face with an unfamiliar man, presumably the one in the coach. “Who are you?” he choked out. The man grinned. “Waxillium Ladrian, lawman for hire, at your service.” he replied.

Welcome. Have a cookie. (Also, watch out for buggers. They're really annoying.)

No. I was considering adding Princess Leia though....

Welcome to the Shard, comrade. Hoid is the bestest character. Have some Wonder bread and an upvote.

Rodel here. Today, I'm going to review the Hobbit trilogy. ..............This is going to be fun. Let's begin. The first mistake is that they split one, easy to read, children's book into THREE!!! PETER JACKSON, WHAT ON MIDDLE-EARTH MADE YOU DO THIS??!! THE LAST MOVIE IS LITERALLY FIVE PAGES LONG IN THE BOOK. YOU'VE JUST BECOME A MONEY MILKER HAVEN'T YOU? Second, there are so many continuity issues that I can't forgive, because they practically butchered the book anyway. First off, Azog is supposed to be DEAD!! BOLG IS THE ORC THAT ATTACKS, AND HE DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT UNTIL THE FIVE PAGES!!! They also made the dwarves younger looking than I thought they would. The only one who looks his age is Balin. I was also mad about how they used Radagast, who should have been in the Lord of the Rings to begin with, but I guess they're just using one of the most powerful beings on Middle-Earth as COMIC RELIEF!!! YEAH, I GUESS THAT WILL BE FINE WITH EVERYONE! THINK AGAIN, CARROT MAN!! Now I thought that Tauriel was......wait......who's Tauriel? Oh, that's right. TAURIEL DOESN'T EXIST!!!!! THEY MADE UP A CHARACTER IN ONE OF THE GREATEST FANTASY EPICS WE'VE EVER KNOWN, AND THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO THINK EVERYONE'S HAPPY??? NO!!! YOU GUYS MADE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH A DWARF!!! A FREAKING DWARF!!! ELVES AND DWARVES HATE EACH OTHER!! THE ONLY EXCEPTION TO THE RULE IS GIMLI AND, OH YEAH, LEGOLAS!! LEGOLAS HAD A WAY BIGGER PART THAN I EVER THOUGHT HE WOULD. I THOUGHT HE WOULD JUST POP OUT IN THE FOREST AND THEN DURING THE BATTLE, BUT NOPE. ALL THE GIRLS JUST HAD TO SEE ORLANDO BLOOM DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!! The CGI was terrible. In Lord of the RIngs, they hardly use it, relying more on natural sets and cool makeup. But in the Hobbit, they made everything CGI. The goblins, the orcs, the wolves, the spiders, the Battle of the Five Armies, the sets, and the dragon. It's just too much. I like the makeup better. One thing that I did like, however, was Sherlock and Watson facing off against each other. No matter what anybody says, they did that on purpose. They totally did. That's my view of the fanfic trilogy. Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

Cool story, bro. Have an upvote. (Eat the cookies)

"Charles Xavier has done more for the mutant race than you could ever imagine. My only regret is that he had to die to do so." -Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

Prove it.