Gancho Libre

Ookla tacos. But not Ookla potatos.

I pronounce 'Mraize' correctly. That is all I shall say.

Also, Potatos

Riathor flew inland, higher and higher as he flew. Soon, he was high enough to see the entire island beneath him. He nudged himself to the side and fell. Directly towards the center of the island. 'Riathor...' He landed. Hard. Pewter stopped his bones from caving in, but there was plenty of internal damage. It all left as Riathor inhaled Stormlight. He was in a small clearing on the island, surrounded by foliage. He looked around. Distantly, he heard the sound of battle. Nothing mattered to him except for that quiet voice. 'Riathor...' the voice he knew. The voiced he craved. His spren.

I would like to point out that Shades, Spren, and Cognitive Shadows can die, and are not as powerful as yall seem to think.

"HEY SOLACE! SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACESOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACESOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACESOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACESOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE!!!!! SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACESOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACESOLACE SOLACE SOLACE SOLACE!!!!! IS THIS DISTRACTING YOU AT ALL?????????? CAN YOU CONCENTRATE ON WHAT YOU ARE DOING????? HEY SOLACE!!! SOLACE??? ARE YOU LISTENING????????? HEY SOLACE!!!!!"

The other numbers were sad that the Ookla was picking favorites. Narrator Ganvcho managed to get the loyalties of every number by promising to not pick favorites.

Dont do it, Cody!!

Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?

Potato

Yes, dear readers. yes... the Ghanderflaffle! The Ghanderflaffle was sad that he/she/it wasn't a part of the Butt/Arnold blend. Thus, the Ghanderflaffle ate them both! Oh my!

Riathor frowned, then turned away from the birds. That voice... 'Riathor...' He knew that voice. The birds descended, but Riathor paid them no mind. Flaring Pewter, he punched on in the face, then dropped a coin and launched away, inland. Towards the center of the island.

@AdOokla

Got Brandon?

Yes, readers, you heard correctly. Butt and Arnold had been reincarnated as one being! But Arnold!

Ioc grinned. YAAAAY! Then stopped yelling as the planet exploded. Because, obviously, explosions are usually life-ending experiences Ioc floated through space, eyes closed, breathing softly with Cadmium. Its body began to disintegrate, falling away into pieces, those pieces breaking into dust, that dust fading away. Ioc's eyes opened as it faces broke away. Its body was gone. But Ioc wasn't dead. Ioc's only natural form was the mind. The body and Spirit needed to be borrowed. But, when Ioc faced a strong enough enemy... Its investiture was enough to put its mind into the Physical Realm, like a Spren. But only much, much more powerful. Ioc was, in it's most powerful form, only the beige cloud. Unheeded by body or spirit. Ioc floated towards the large ship. The 'beige cloud' that Ioc emitted, a physical representation of Connection that Ioc sometimes put forth, lead to the ship. It lead to Solace. Ioc drifted through the walls of the ship, an incorporeal form of Investiture. A mind. A power. Something... Unique. Both Mind and Investiture. Ioc. Ioc was... finally Ioc. How it should have always been. Ioc followed the trail to the brig of the ship, a beige smudge in the air. There, it found Solace, or Sephtis. Ioc would have grinned if it had a face. The beige smudge accumulated into a human shape. "Solace..." Ioc said in a stereotypical ghost voice. "Our fight is not over... dai..."

OOKLA?

Potato

Instead, he read the record of Kaladin Chullblessed.

Potato

The difference was as tiny and as vast as the world.

Ioc twisted and lurched to a stop as an elbow connected with its face. In a flash, it's Amberite disintegrated. Desperately, Ioc Adheased the elbow to its forehead, then sent out a burst of Division into Solace's body. Its Stormlight ran out, but not before Ioc's attack was complete. @AdOokla

Butterscotch, you realize that all of those things can be killed/incapacitated/obliterated, right? But, uh, ghost army can't. So there.

Yeah, like that one department dedicated to hiding sewing needles inside of cookies. Whadda bunch of crem, am I right? But that's beside the point. Because you know what else makes sense?