LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian

Lopen hugged Nigel for his kind word earlier.

Lopen got one of the spren he was friends with to become a sprenlightsaber and he challenged Soul to a duel.

'There must be some kind of way outta here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men, they drink my wine Plowman dig my earth None were level on the mind Nobody up at his word Hey, hey No reason to get excited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us stop talkin' falsely now The hour's getting late, hey All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl.'

'All along the Watchtower. I'll sing and do the guitar part. Let's go.'

Some Kertzians in a Volkswagen Station Wagon appeared, firing boom boom sticks at Ghost Lopen and Doc. They were hunting Doc for taking the Investiture they had given him to make a Dor bomb and instead of making it he'd made his time travelling metal box. They hit him in the chest with a bullet, but thankfully he was wearing a bulletproof vest as Lopen had instructed him to do. Lopen then lashed their station wagon into the sky until they suffocated.

Lopen saw Biff Tannen in the crowd, lashed him on to the stage, and beat him to death with Biff's own arm. 'Why are you hitting yourself... chicken?!'

Lopen was shocked by the depth and kindness of Nigel's word. He never knew he had impacted the lives of so many beings so greatly. But as he looked over the faces of the crowd, he realised that he did not want mourning, but celebration of his life. He told a stick to be an electric guitar, a leaf to be an amp, a brick to be a mic, and he jumped on stage with all three items. He looked towards the crowd and said 'Alright, this is an oldie... well at least an oldie where I come from.'He motioned to the band. 'Alright guys let's do a little blues riff on B, watch for the changes and just try to keep up.' Lopen starts doing the guitar part from Johnny B. Goode, and the band starts following his lead. 'Deep down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in the woods among the evergreensThere stood a log cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. GoodeWho never ever learned to read or write so wellBut he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bellGo goGo Johnny goGoGo Johnny goGoGo Johnny goGoGo Johnny goGoJohnny B. Goode An injured band player grabs a spanreed and starts writing. 'Chuck, Chuck... It's your cousin Marvin... Marvin Berry! You know that new sound you're looking for? Well listen to this!' He grabbed a sound spanreed and pointed it towards the source of sound.He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad trackOh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shadeStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers madePeople passing by they would stop and sayOh my that little country boy could playGo goGo Johnny goGoGo Johnny goGoGo Johnny goGoGo Johnny goGoJohnny B. GoodeHis mother told him "Someday you will be a man,And you will be the leader of a big old band.Many people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music when the sun go downMaybe someday your name will be in lightsSaying Johnny B. Goode tonight."Go goGo Johnny goGo go go Johnny goGo go go Johnny goGo go go Johnny goGoJohnny B. Goode.'

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Lopen's ghost was bored that there was no one here so he possessed Rhaizen and made him stick his wound in dung, infecting the wound. He depossessed him and returned to the funeral.

Lopen's ghost appeared beside Yzabet, gave her an Aon Tia card and invited her to his funeral. 'I like you, but please don't bring your annoying brute of a husband.'

Lopen felt Leya's presents, and used his ghost friends to imprison her in an acid cell.

Lopen returned to his funeral.

Lopen appeared beside Soul and did a deafening rendition of an alarm clock.

Lopen saves D'ave and calls the police. They arrive and put Leya in jail for attempted murder.

'I'll say the few words.'

Lopen slapped Leya. 'No breaking fourth walls. That's my thing. Or I'll have to invent a fifth wall and then break it.'

'I'd like a Pompeii thing.'

'I'd like a tarantula flavoured cake for the others, say it was my dying wish everyone eat a slice. And then get a small chocolate one we can split. Personally i prefer a cinnamon and rosemary candle.'

Lopen returned, stole Mac's hat and shaved him. He then disappeared before being seen, resuming his conversation with D'ave.

Ghost Lopen grabbed a bottle of Horneater Smirnoff and began drinking. He offered D'ave a sip, and they began talking about candle making.

Lopen appeared beside Mac, screamed 'BOO!!!' in his ear and then appeared beside the TUBA lawyer demanding a funeral.

Lopen felt a tugging sensation. Over the years he gad invested so much in waffle batter that it called to him. He returned to existence as a ghost, lightly overturning a nearby bit of batter. His translucent figure scared a nearby goat. 'Where am I?!' he shouted, his voice sounding different.

Suddenly, all instances of Lopen killed themselves. It was swift yet painful, and there was no justification. It just happened. A will fell out of both Lopen's pockets simultaneously. In the rock Lopen's will he explained that now he had died the shards of devotion and dominion would shatter, and reform as the Dor again with Odium's helpful hand. Meanwhile honour would be returned by Odium to Roshar, where he would once more splinter him. Lopen bequeathed all of his possessions to TUBA, including his 4 honourblades. The funeral shall be organised by no one. No one is invited. In the great beyond Lopen's aspect was savagely beaten by the God Beyond for all eternity. Or should have. The beating lasted for what felt like ten years.