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    Write an RP post of at least a hundred words in length without using any five-letter words.
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    Authors are the overarching administrators of Narrative Energy- the head honcho, as you might say. They narrate the Narrators.
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    Rule #1 was not, in fact, the way things were- retconning was a natural part of life on TLT
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    Day before the first day of school.
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    Fails
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    You can't guess more than one word per guess. From now on, only the first guess in a post will count.
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    It is not a rule, any more than love is a rule. It is the way things are.
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    The voice of the wind. sighed. This man would just not give up, would he? An admirable trait, he supposed, if an infuriating one. Oh, well. If he would not bow to the superficial, then he would just have to get serious. On TLT, he explained, there are no rules. There are the lines that people draw and tell people not to cross. There are the guidelines that we set down for ourselves. And there are things that we don't do because we want this to stay fun. But we don't have to follow them. We don't have to acknowledge any Narration to its entirety- not even our own. If we want other people to acknowledge it, we have to make them want to acknowledge it. Merely stating that you are right and unchangeable does not make you so.
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    It was an hour past sunset, and the blanket of darkness had long since fallen. A few stars shone in the sky above, but only those strong enough to overpower the blinding brilliance of the lights of the city below. From atop a rooftop high above the city, two pinpricks gleamed with reflected light as they watched the hustle and bustle passing below. If one looked closely, one could almost make out the silhouette of the small, sleek feline to whom they belonged. If one looked even closer, one might even make out the dust particles and small bits of debris that danced in the wind around him in an eerie, almost unnatural way. But even if any still lived in that city of lights with vision sharp enough to make out the scene, they would have likely paid it no mind. Humanity had advanced far in many ways since the Exchange, but they had long since left magic behind. To them, a cat was a cat, and the wind the wind. They had no reason to suspect them to be anything else. But in that, they would be wrong. "It's funny," murmured the cat. "We shine our lights in order to see- but in doing so, we blind ourselves." The wind rustled around the cat in a way that almost sounded like a sigh. "Morpheus, you're being physiological again." The cat smiled. "You mean philosphical?" A speck of dust tickled his whiskers in an irritated way. "Whatever. Can't we go kill something instead? We passed a murder of crows sitting on some telephone wires a block or two back. I bet there's still some, if we hurry." Morpheus sighed. "Chakra, I already ate. I don't need any more." "You don't have to eat them..." A snort. "I doubt the queen would appreciate me leaving corpses strewn about her city." Chakra scoffed. "Like she'd notice one crow." "I highly doubt you intend for me to stop at one," said the cat drily. "There are thousands of birds in this city!" The spirit's voice became a whine. "Besides, we saved her daughter, didn't we? She owes us. That's why she invited us to the ball and everything, right?" He twirled thoughtfully. "Well, that and the fact that she-" "Enough," said Morpheus, getting to his feet and starting for the opposite side of the rooftop. "Life cannot be all about death, Chakra, no matter how much you might wish it to be so. Besides, the ball that you so kindly mentioned starts in an hour. We have no time to stop for a crow, snack or otherwise." Chakra sighed, but followed Morpheus into the darkness without another comment.
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    Hints. Only one word, @DoomStick.
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    Night.
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    Stone.
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    The mime in charge of the operation shrugged. Oh well. Rule #4 was pretty harmless, as rules go. Best not to make an argument about it. He signaled to the deconstruction crew and they began blasting the remains of the rules with silence, removing them from existence in their entirety. Best to be safe; the last thing they all wanted was for someone to get the wrong idea about the rules (or lack thereof).
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    Tonic.
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    Ding ding ding Now it's your turn!
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    2. 1. No, only one at a time. 4. 1.
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    3.
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    Indeed, said Cerise. I am a character of Fate.
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    Mimes shook their head sadly at Doomstick as they dismantled his rules.
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    2. 2.
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    Except that #4 had been a rule in addition to a statement. (As much as anything could be a rule, of course.) "Welcome to TLT!" said James the mime with a grin. "Let's see... where should we start?"
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    0.
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    1. No. 0.
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    Here you go. 208
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