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Ditto the apology for Rick rolling you
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Welcome to the Shard! Who's your favourite Sanderson character (so far)?
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@Thath Zeras Friendly reminder, the mods get grumpy when you double post
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Intelligent conversation about an intelligent cosmere
Archer replied to rantharslayer's topic in Introduce Yourself!
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The urchin, who happened to be a TUBA licensed mortician, respectfully knelt by the body and closed its eyes. Mumbling a prayer, he began removing its spikes and pocketing them. He also found a number of aluminum knives, various forms of currency, a notebook, and a few metalminds, all of which he placed in a pile beside him. He then began preparing the corpse by [insert whatever morticians do here].
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A young urchin hesitantly ran up to Rhazien's body and stole his boots. He also pulled out a sharpie and drew a fake moustache on Rhazien's face
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Mace had to use up some of his precious health reserves to heal the wound. He was not happy. Deciding to go all or nothing, he tapped zinc. His enhanced mind quickly sprang into action. Ten attackers, only one of me. How's about some friendly fire? He tapped his small chronium metalmind as one of the marines shot at him. The bullets flew by him to the left, hitting a marine that was preparing to fire. Lots of furniture in the room. Most of it dry wood. He drew on some heat, negating it's effects on him with gold, and pressed his hand into the table. The papers atop it instantly caught fire, which set the table ablaze. Smoke began to fill the room. And finally, what good is storing memories of you don't use them? He thought back to his last encounter with these foes. He recognized at least one of them. He remembered the dented part of his leg armour. Drawing on some extra strength, Mace swung his foot into the weak point, added weight enhancing the blow.
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Blood splattered across the table. Mace instinctively stopped storing health. Rather, he drew on his gold metalmind's reserves, using it to heal his broken nose. Mumbling into the table, he responded. "You had the gall to attack me in my own rusting home? Fool." Mace tapped speed and strength, using it to twist out of the space marine's grasp. He held onto the man's arm, but pushed off of the ground, sending his legs swinging towards the wall. His foot pressed the switch located there, causing a trap door in the floor to open. The unfortunate soldier standing over it fell in, getting stuck in the opening. Mace let go, standing in the middle of the room, a smile on his face. "Well then? Shall we dance?" He pulled a knife from his pocket, and launched himself at the nearest enemy, tapping weight to bring him down as he stabbed.
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My backyard. Every time I look out and see the lush green grass and obvious lack of worldhoppers, I am reminded that the Earth isn't in the Cosmere. I'd have to dig around for it, but somewhere in my house I've got a metal model tractor I built in manufacturing class in high school. Most of it was built on a metal lathe. I still remember making the body of it. For an entire class, I shaved small amounts of metal off of it, trying to get it down to size. As I toiled, the piece got darker and darker, turning a burnt purple colour. Everyone else in the class accomplished the task in 15 minutes, but I was still going when the bell rang an hour later. I learned two things that day. One, don't try to grab a piece of metal you've been lathing for an hour with your bare hands. It will burn your hand. The second lesson I learned came when another guy in the class took pity on me, and told me how lathes work. He told me that in that class we used two different types of bits. A sharp, pointed one that's good for cutting lots of metal very quickly, and a rounded one that's used for finishing. Guess which one I was using. Despite my numerous mistakes, that tractor was probably the nicest thing I've ever built. I learned a lot in that class, even if I took the unconventional route most of the time.
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Welcome to the Shard! I can't comment on your connection, having never read WoR. In lieu of that, I'll ask you what's the best book to listen to?
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Actually, I heard flour can be used as an explosive under the right conditions. And we've got plenty of that lying around *gestures at plenty of flour lying around*
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*nods in approval of Ene's leaving decoy cookies around* *realizes will need something larger than a mousetrap to catch the pests in the area* *leaves to buy a rattrap (and some explosives)*
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Mace finished with his experiment. Satisfied with the results, he went back to his underground home to have lunch. He briefly considered trying to put out the many small fires that were still burning, but he decided not to bother. It looked like it would rain later in the day anyways, dark clouds were already starting to gather and move in his direction. A good day to stay indoors, he thought. Maybe he'd spend the day checking for rust in the massive steel beams that held some sections of the bunker up. Or he might play Pack Man, a fun game he'd invented that involved packing bodies into sacks. Occasionally the ghosts of the dead men would appear and cause trouble, but he found that they went away if he threw fruit at them
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@Randi There's a public roleplay called the Alleyverse that I'm involved in. It's free form, so it's loosely structured. If you're interested, check out our current topic, 'Divided we Fall' or some of our older episodes, CBTS, The Slice, or TotH. The participants are members of some of the guilds in the SGCG subforum, for example TUBA. You can see the characters we've created for ourselves on my About Me page. Feel free to PM me if you've got questions Besides the Alleyverse, there are other RPs including EBWI (which like many RPs is done in private messages), D&Ds and whatever Mistborn the Inquisition is, available as well. Check out the Role Playing subforum if you're interested. You may also be interested in Sanderson Elimination, but I don't know much about that.
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Welcome. What do you think of Schrödinger?
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You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Archer replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
You know you're a sanderfan when you google glow-in-the-dark marbles to see if they're a thing. They are, but much to my disappointment they don't resemble spheres at all -
@Inklingspren ^^^^!!!!
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Mace looked around for space marines to harass. He was interested in seeing how much weight he could drop on their heads before they cracked
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Welcome! I can barely remember where my own boots are, I'm afraid I won't be of much help on your quest. But while you're here, what's your favourite magic system?
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Mace quietly left the room to get some air. As he stepped out of the half-destroyed ranch, he blinked in the sunlight. To his left, something caught his eye. Near where the crashed drop pod lay, sat a lithe young man. Smiling, Mace jogged over to him. When he got close, the man scrambled to his feet, hands hovering by his knife. Mace held up his hands to show he meant no harm. "You must have the luck of the devil sir! You've survived hell falling on your head without a scratch." Chuckling to himself, Mace guested for the man to follow him. Since he couldn't stay in the ranch any longer, he'd just have to follow him around for a bit. Not that Mace minded, it was good to have some company as he inspected the damage the space mariner had wrought.
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A Trollhunters/SA crossover would be funny Jim: Look out, a troll! Dalinar: You mean Parshendi. Jim: Just stand back! I've killed several goblins and a guy named Bular before! Dalinar: *twirls blade* I've killed hundreds of these things *slays a dozen without breaking a sweat* Jim: *mumbles* Lowlander mareado
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Mace nodded respectfully. He committed the letter to memory, then placed it on some smoldering embers nearby. As he watched the letter catch fire, he thought long and hard about pineapples the future. He knew one thing though, if it was his old friend's wish that he watch over Yzabet, then he would see it done.
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While Rhazien was distracted talking, Mace very quickly (tapping speed) slipped in and grabbed his letter. He stood off to the side of the talking men to read it
