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    "As good a place as any to check first, I suppose!" Bacon conjured a pair of hoverboards and began making his way towards the building. "Huh. So we did. Well then! On to adventure! I don't suppose you know where Shoe and Beosta went?"
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    Bacon waved his hand. "Oh yes, fine. Disregard the talking-to-myself. I do much stranger things on a regular basis! Anyhow, are we storming the castle? What are the plotlines happening at the moment? "Well," mused Bacon. "I'm not sure. I don't see any signs saying 'prison here!' Do you want to come up and take a look?"
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    Bacon conjured a trampoline and began bouncing up and down to get a perspective on the surrounding area. "Remind me what we're looking for again?" he called. "Excellent! Should I expect the plotline now, or will it be delivered by mail in 3-5 business days?" Hmm Do I need to start doing GM things again?
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    "Oh, isn't that Lady Bug's place? And I will take a plotline as a prize, thank you very much! Just so long as I don't have to undergo character development- I fear that may be incompatible with my design..." "Of course!" Bacon began to play a peppy melody on the flute. Colors blurred around them, then resolved into a brand new location.
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    "Maybe you could give me something to do." Bacon sighed. "I'm afraid I've lost all sense of direction. I'm not even sure where I am right now!"
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    "A prize? I love prizes! Who are you again?"
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    Hey guys! I'm not currently able to play, but I thought you might be interested in https://www.17thshard.com/forums/forum/62-sanderson-elimination/, which is a subforum on the site entirely dedicated to Sanderson-themed elimination games. New members welcome!
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    Bacon yawned, then blinked. He looked around. "Hey!" he said. "Where did everyone go?" "A travesty!" declared Bacon. "We will have to find you a tutor on the way."
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    "You as well! I'm sorry our reunion was interrupted. Terribly rude, he was! Fortunately it didn't seem like he was intent on causing mischief." Bacon conjured a chair and sat down with a sigh. "Or perhaps unfortunately."
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    Bacon was satisfied with this. "Somewhere in Universe *insert logical cords*, it would seem..." Bacon blinked. "Can you not read?" "Well," said Bacon, "are you @Dragonheir?" "Well, you seem to have it well under control," noted Bacon. "And it sounds like the party is ending anyways..."
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    "Well, can I at least watch?" asked Bacon. Bacon showed her the non-J letter. "How peculiar. Why do you suppose that is?" While he spoke, Bacon Narrated his conversation partner's hair to be neon green. "Let me know if suffering happens!" said Bacon. Bacon blinked, then sighed. " Another one bites the dust," he lamented. "Pretty soon I'll have no one to talk to at all!"
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    Bacon followed her, persistent. "Are you sure there's nothing going on?" "Do you think anyone would have a cause to impersonate him?" I say Ennul usually "Well, you may or may not be human, but I must certainly am not. So it wouldn't be cannibalism, strictly speaking. Unless you're also a Narrator?" Bacon sighed. "So it must be, I suppose. Well, suffering makes for interesting stories, at least."
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    "It was directed directly at you," noted Bacon. "Are you not familiar with music Narration?" Bacon munched on the cookie while pondering the ethical implications of a cookie offering up another of its kind for consumption. After overcoming his disappointment at the absence of the letter J, Bacon looked up. "Atlas," he asked, "Do you have a brother named Ben?" The glitter met an unmentionable end. "Hey, wait a minute," said Bacon suspiciously. "What's going on? Does this have something to do with zombies? I've been getting the feeling that zombies are important, but I can't pinpoint exactly why..." To introduce a character, just show up.
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    Bacon settled back, still invisible, and began to play "Moonlight Sonata." Impossible as it may seem, there were more terrifying things in Bacon's digestive system than glitter. "Nice to meet you," said Bacon, slightly disappointed he didn't get to eat the cookie. "How do you do?"
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    Bacon sat down where they had been and vanished as well. Bacon closed his mouth, valiantly containing the pernicious substance within him. Bacon hmmed. "I thought you were suspicious." The withergeist shrieked as it dissolved the barriers and was incinerated.
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    Bacon wondered which letter it was. He hoped it was J- he had an inexplicable fondness for that one. Expectantly, he read the letter. "How goes the party?" asked Bacon. "You haven't been accosted by baked goods, perchance?" "Ow," said Bacon. Then he ate it. "Light, mostly." Bacon demonstrated by firing a laser, but missed, instead evaporating the drink display. "Aaa," said Bacon, his mouth still full of cupcake. "Really?" Bacon pulled out a trombone and played a squirrel transformation melody. The man stepped backwards, falling into the Void, and vanished. Evidently he had delivered what he had come to deliver.
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    "Spirits of destruction and corruption. They don't like light much. Generally a good idea not to let them touch you." Bacon applauded. "An excellent eulogy. I'm sure he'd be happy to know you're under capable protection." Bacon waved his hand. "But we're talking about you. Your curiosity. Your innate desire to discover the nature of the form of the squirrel. I could turn you into one right now, you know! Aren't you at least a little curious?" The withergeists hissed and flew away from Rebus into the crowds. Bacon wandered outside, looking for Shoe and Beosta. Bacon shrugged. "Honestly, I'm surprised we got fifty whole pages in without anyone trying to disrupt the party."
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    "A brief speech talking about the deceased. Or not so brief, if one is particularly close." "Pity. I could certainly- Oh my. Yes, indeed." Bacon peered at the malevolent spirits, who were seeking out partygoers to harass. "Someone should probably take care of those." "Speaking of which," Bacon added, "where did Shoe and Beosta go? I must admit, I've lost them..."
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    "Eulogy?" asked Bacon. "I didn't know them, so..." SOOOUUUP Bacon grunted in surprise. "How convenient! Do you sell these in bulk, perchance?" "Your curiosity does not compel you? It compels me." "BURN IT!" boomed Bacon. "BURN-" The man turned away from her. "Partygoers," he announced, his voice not amplified in any way. "The End approaches. Ere long, all will be brought to dust." He opened his hand, and a clutch of withergeists hissed into the air. @Through The Living Glass @Bird Furious @Dragonheir @TwinStorm
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    Doth mine ears deceive me? Is that another microwave? With MORE SOUP? Bacon carried out a funeral. Sure, why not. Bacon munched the squirrel. "But you could have the form of a squirrel," he pointed out. "That would be squirrel enough for plenty." "Perhaps that advice is too hasty," admitted Bacon. "After all, it's always possible your Author isn't planning your ultimate suffering." Bacon applied the substance to the glitter. The man ignored the hand, gazing at her impassively.
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    "Tragic indeed," said Bacon solemnly. "Shall we have a funeral?" Very well, if you insist... Chicken noodle.
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    Bacon administered the ashes with some Reconstitution Juice. Does it matter? It's SOUP.
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    "In the flesh! Oh dear. Was that someone you knew?"
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    Bacon saluted, vanishing in a puff of bacon flavored smoke. "You don't happen to have glitter remover, do you?" asked Bacon hopefully. Worth I mean, it's SOUP
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    "From your Author?" said Bacon, alarmed. "Burn it!" "Whatever do you mean? Surely a squirrel is a squirrel." "Right then. One moment, please." Bacon retired to the restroom to wash off the glitter. When he returned, he was as sparkly as ever. In fact, the glitter seemed to have multiplied. "How tragic! Where is this poor soul?" *microwave finishes* *at last, SOUP*
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