Archer

Someone told them they’d make more money if they split the content up over three movies and then released a one hour made-for-TV movie about the making of the documentary. They saw no problems with this idea, so the project become The Chull at Dusk: The Saga.

EDIT: HEADS UP, THERE MAY BE MINOR MISTBORN SPOILERS LATER ON IN THIS THREAD Welcome to the Shard! Theoretically, you could have some fun with hemalurgy. Giving someone the powers of some Roshar (although I think you might have meant Nalthis) and Scadrial would be simple enough, you start with someone who has the inhabitants of the planet's powers and spike them. They'd retain their life sense and be a tineye. We know from WOBs that the systems work in interesting ways when combined, but I couldn't definitively say how it would work

Nice WOB! (https://Wob.coppermind.net). My SA knowledge is pretty sketchy, so I'll just say Welcome to the Shard! and note that if you don't get any interest here with your post, the Stormlight Archive subforum would be a good place to post this. Cheers!

Must have been a long engagement. I'm partial to

@Barbarian AL What's the difference between North Ireland and Ireland?

Rhazien and Mace vanished, headed for an undisclosed location. The monster reared its head, and began to romp around the area. It spied someone nearby, and went over to eat them.

Not a pun, but it fit with the theme Certain people have been making rather malicious remarks about my early retirement from the courtroom. But I don't like to judge. What's the difference between outlaws and in-laws? Outlaws are wanted. I showed the damaged remains of my luggage to my lawyer, hoping they could tell me if I'd be able to sue the airline. He replied, "You don't have much of a case." Have you heard the joke with no punchline? Sources: the Internet

Welcome! And I think Alcatraz vs the evil librarians is online too. Happy reading! EDIT:

I've been over every inch of my county library and I have yet to find secret rooms anywhere. The place is open-plan, I can see into every nook. And it's small enough that I was able to walk around the outside to make sure there wasn't any suspicious extra-thick walls that could hide an expander's glass made lair. If there was a door to a dungeon or dinosaur-infested archive, I would have seen it by now. Suffice to say, I'm thoroughly disappointed. I guess my local evil librarians are using trapdoors. Probably hidden under the front desk. You know you're a Sanderfan when you're contemplating getting a job at breaking into a library to search for hidden levels.

But Butt refused to share many of his delicious noodles™ with Lift. So Lift decided to steal the recipe.

welcome. That was kinda fun. I should use big letters more often. Nice to meet you Justiceofherald. What's your favourite book?

The Salesmonger: My epic power would be a form of hypnosis. I could suck anyone's ability to oppose me, like a motivational vampire. In practice, it allows me to become a better negotiator as those around me get steadily worse. I'd use it to stop people from killing me. All the potential assassains would have conversations with me that go like this: Assassain: I'm going to kill you!!! Me: How about you drop your gun, go home, and give me your shoes? A: Hang on, I'm the one with- Me: Fine, forget the shoes. A: Deal! My weakness would be antique lamps. I'd have a fear of genies, stemming from a bad experience during my childhood. I tried rubbing a lamp but I burned myself on the metal, so now I fear them. My cheesy name would be Salesmonger. I chose it because I thought it sounded powerful. I managed to get a license plate that says SL3MG3R, so now I'm stuck with it. My evil would manifest itself in the form of door to door sales of useless products. I'd walk into a town in the morning, then leave by nightfall having sold them all Tupperware and expensive phone contracts. My costume would be the clothes off your back. Each day I'd go out on the streets, stop the first person I saw, then convince them to give me their clothes. I'd have a nice Roughs hat that I'd always wear though, having met an Epic with cross-over powers who took me to visit Wayne once. Fear me.

Unexpectedly, a dropbear fell onto Hoid's head.

Welcome! What's your favourite book?

@eleventh of the moon the orange rep titles are based on the amount of upvotes (bottom right arrows and hearts on posts) you have received. The more your posts get, the better your title. For example, when you get 7 you'll become a spearman. Staff members also get special titles in addition to their rep one. Arcanist and global moderator are some examples.

I see EE has started being more subtle with his cookies. Welcome to the Shard! You'll fit right in. We have some writing groups on this site that would probably love to talk with you about your writing. What's your favourite book Lunarhade?

Mace hated travel. It was so slow. Having to spend the last week listening to an annoying young Worldhopper with too much energy hadn't helped. But at least it had paid off. He was finally at his destination. Dragging his weary feet, he rounded the top of the small hill. Rhazien stood waiting at its summit, a smirk on his face. "You're getting slow old man," Rhazien taunted. Mace tried to think of a witty response, but the best he could come up with was, "You try storing health and walking a half-marathon. Right painful on the knees it is." Finally he arrived next to him. With a thump, he placed down the chest he had been carrying. "Alright then, lets get this over with." Mace reached into the chest and pulled out some items. "I've got the Tia cards obviously. That'll get us out of the area. Then all we have to do is hop to the safehouse. It's a little cold at my cabin, so you'll need this coat." He offered the coat to Rhazien, then hesitated, realizing the man was already pretty warmly dressed. "I've got some cash for bribes, some extra metalminds, and to cover our exit I've prepared this little guy!" He pulled a baby chull out. It appeared to be covered in hot sauce and chocolate chips. Rhazien looked confused. "How's that supposed to cover our escape?" he asked. "Oh, it's not this guy that'll do it. It's what he attracts. They should arrive any minute now. And when it does-" Mace let out a low whistle, envisioning the destruction that would occur as the bait is chased. It was not going to be pretty. "Anyway, must be going now. Hopefully everyone will be too distracted to follow you ha ha." Mace stared at the horizon for a moment, before turning back to Rhazien. "But don't let my calm demeanor fool you. We need to leave now."

@Gancho Libre It wasn't a conscious reference to anything (although I have on occasion said something clever that I thought was an original idea, but turned out to be a rehashing of something I'd read). I probably found that one on the internet somewhere. Likely the inspirational quotes section of the dark web google images.

@Life&Death What is the worst gift you've ever received? How do you get rid of leprechauns? What was the name of your childhood pet?

Welcome! The best place to put a WOB is the Arcanum. For help using the website, you can contact an Arcanist. https://wob.coppermind.net/

D'ave came to a halt. He looked down at his hand and saw the grenade was no longer there. He suddenly felt very hopeful. "Yeah," he said. "YEAH! LET'S GO KILL THAT DUDE!" It was a very strange thing to hear a lawyer say. He grabbed the torch again, and started running in the general direction of where he thought Rhazien would be, screaming with triumph all the way

D'ave realized there was no way to win this fight. It was pointless. He would never amount to anything. He looked down at the dagger in his hands. Well old friend, I guess this is it, he thought to himself. Goodbye forever. He threw the dagger into a nearby puddle. He then turned to walk away. But then he remembered that there were ways to win fights without having hope. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a teddy bear grenade. Pulling the pin, he charged Lopen, grenade held tightly in his left hand. It was time for some mutually assured destruction.