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Granted. Mimes are now everywhere. Unfortunatley, just like Mr. Mime, the barriers they mine become real. Soon, the whole world is one giant invisible wall. Thanks @AonEne... I wish for Reeses Pieces for all mankind. (10 points to you if you get the reference)
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*starts deeply reflecting at this moment* Am I a squid, or am I a kid? I have ink pumping through my veins, and tentacles on my head, but i also have fingers and toes... And then the big one. Arent we all just stick? Or am I exempted? *thinking intensifies* I think I am a squid. Ice cream... hmmm.... when I get the chance. Favorite kind has got to be rasperry cheesecake
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You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
When you quote Sanderson at friends to cheer them up. Even though they don't know the books, there are some good moments and sayings. I tend to speak in quotes when I want to make someone happy. When you try to predict the oaths for every order of radiant. (Most of mine arent very good. Though Edgedancer 4 i think is: I will find those who have been lost) When people ask who you are, you respond "I am a stick" and wait for a reaction. -
You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
Its really good. A lot of my notes and things to remember are Knights Radiant oaths. Mostly Bondsmith "I will take responsibility for what I have done. If I must fall, I will rise each time a better squid/kid/spren thingy." Edit: I realized that I am not actually man, i am a squidkidthing -
Granted, it is a large collection of matter in some weird dark matter/energy/fluid, with a few notable points. your bane is you now are trapped in a spacesuit for the rest of your life. I wish to be able to eat anything I want
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Elkanah opens the bag and draws in all the stormlight. He needed a LOT of it to get the spren into his gemheart. He feels the old spren leave and the new one enter, trying to push Evelyn away. She clung to him, and managed to trap the spren in his gemheart. He looked at himself, the change complete. This form... mmm... powerful. A lot like warform. He hoped his eyes hadn't gone red, but they probably had. He had to remember that he was only using this to summon the storm. He would need time to gather enough willing to work for his cause. And he needed Mraize. More specifically, his spren. The storm wouldnt happen without it. He looks about the battlefield, seeing so many fights he could join and just win. No, that wasnt who he was. He hums to a new Rythym, Withdrawl. He had to learn to control this form before he could do anything else. Otherwise, things could go a bit... unintended.
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Proof: Silver is very rare in most sanderson books, and is allomantically inert, exactly like Aluminum. Aluminum is poisonous to all forms of Investiture. Therefore, Investiture is a werewolf and aluminum is silver. Theory: Wayne is actually a chull's son
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What is your favorite flavor of soda? Orange or Blue? would you rather fight 1 evil horse sized duck or 20 evil duck sized horses? if you had 1 wish what would it be? If you were a mythical creature, what would you be?
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You Know You're a Sanderfan When...
Ink replied to Shardbearer's topic in General Brandon Discussion
I say to literally everyone that says they like books at EFY (its a mormon thing) so far out of about 50, 2 know who he is, and none have read his books. Its at BYU, where Brandon teaches... -
Why hello, and woomy to all! You can ask your questions here. I'll answer a few common ones right away yes. no. maybe. DONT YOU DARE SPEAK OF THAT UNHOLY THING HERE.
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Meh. Metapod. Memeta. Metapodpod. *Translation: Granted. Your cat now loves you. Unfortunatley, now every stray cat loves you and comes into your house all the time. Meta. Tapod meh. Podpod. Metata. Metapod. *translation: i wish to become the Nightwatcher.
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Granted. The cookies just sit uncomfortably in your stomach, and everytime you try to soothe, you heat up quickly as if you were tapping a brass metalmind. I wish to live in the pokemon world.
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"I plan to summon a storm here. An Alleystorm, if you will. I'm hoping if enough people put enough Investiture in, and the alleyspren is bonded to the storm, i can channel it all in Stormform to create a storm to increase the power of Investiture during the storm. The monsters don't seem to have any Connection to the Spiritual realm, and it would give our forces a fighting chance." Storms. He might not even need Envoyform to speak to the entire city. He was getting better at talking to humans. He would still need Stormform though. Evelyn had told him she could keep the spren contained, so he wouldn't be as influenced by it. He had to hope she was right.
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As he accepted the spheres from Syen, thanking her, Yzabet came up and hugged him. He looked at her and smiled, hugging her back. She was a good person. This is why they fight, he thinks, so that in times of peace, moments like this happen. She was humming to Mourning, strangely. Humans almost never showed any sign of hearing the Rythyms. She even managed to speak to it, though a few beats were off. Still, it comforted him that humans werent completely deaf to them. "Do you know what the highstorm and Everstorm are?" He asks her.
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Elkanah heard someone behind him ask if he needed something. He dismisses his helm."Stormlight" he says. "I need to change to Envoyform." Storms, he felt gluttonus trying to get so much. Yzabet, the other healer was talking, to him, someone else, or the fallen, he didnt know, but he listened, and as he did, the Rythym of the Lost seeped into his mind. He quickly changed to Resolve, to try to comfort her. He wasn't an expert on human emotion, but those tears were universal. "Yes" he says, "when we heal them, they do go back to die. We saved them for a few more minutes, but it's a few minutes they wouldnt have. All this death... it is horrible, but they make their choice, just as we make the choice to heal them. They believe that they are fighting for a cause in which they are willing to give the ultimate sacrifice. They knew what they are getting into, and they want what they are fighting for to succeed." "I wish that there were no wars, that everyone could get along. But it won't happen. So I heal, to preserve the fragile life, but strong spirit, that is thereAnd those that fall, I remember, because few else will." Mourning crept back into his words as he was saying thjs "Do you have any extra stormlight?" He asks her, to Pleading "I... feel horrible taking it, but I have an idea that might just give us a chance against those beasts the Dark Alley are using"
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On the first day, there was tension On the second day, there was turmoil. Everywhere around Elkanah, people were dying. Not just humans, but any and every sentient race that could fight. He had run out of his own stormlight long ago, relying on that of the fallen. Mourning was the only Rythym he could hear. So many dead... he thought. His shardplate had protected him from many an attack, but there were cracks everywhere. He bent down to another man, it appeared he had been stabbed through the chest, and his legs had been cut by a shardblade. Elkanah drew stormlight from the man's pouch to heal him. He got his legs working, but there wasn't enough light to heal his arm. "Sorry" he says to the man, as Elkanah tucks his face away into his mind, with so many other wounded and fallen. Even when he wore Warform, he never understood why humans were driven to violence so much. Maybe it was time. There were strange, powerful, terrifying creatures on the other side. He remebered what the listeners did to try to defeat the Alethi armies. Maybe his idea would work. He would need to talk to all on his side. That meant getting enough Investiture to change to Envoy form. Evelyn had already found the spren and captured it in a gem on his hair. He went to go look for some, the malestrom of the battle around him.
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So much was happening. A war for the fate of the Alleyverse A war with creatures spoken of only in the darkest of myths A war between factions, enemies on the same side at times, and friends on opposing times at others. And Elkanah was in the middle of it. He had lifespren as light green shardplate, but it was thinner than normal, so he could move much more freely. He would be a healer, along with other Edgedancers, Truthwatchers, Elantrians and a few of the Feruchemists. Elkanah had been able to charge the gems in his hairstrands, and he had a large pouch full too. It wouldnt be enough though. It never would be.
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The Rythym of Tension suddenly surged through Elkanah. Something big was happening. He looked at Evelyn, and then rushed over to where the power of the Rythym was coming from. It looked like a battle was about to begin. They might need him to help heal the wounded. It looked like Kane and Mace were on the side he was on, along with the Ghostblood leader and some members of that group. Lifespren begin to gather in a multitude around Elkanah, ready to become Plate if needed. This would be a bloody battle. He was scared, but also excited. He never looked forward to killing, unlike some humans, but he would defend his cause, and remeber those who died on both sides of the conflict.
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The first, second and third walls were upset that the fourth kept getting so much attention. So they all moved to form a triangular room, so the fourth wall couldn't join anymore, and it was protected from breaking as much as it had.
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Granted. You have that knowledge. Your bane is now that everything you eat tastes and feels like Freddy's pizza. i wish to be able to combine all fictional universes into one giant multiverse
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His book has now been edited by President Grant. (Granted) However, he had to go back in time, and can't come back. I wish to be able to manipulate probabilty.
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Elkanah watches patiently, he was going to follow Syen, but it seemed they may have needed him there. Apparently not. "Is there anyone that needs help right now?" He asks.
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