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Did.... Did you ask a question or... was it just the number.... or did he feel like making you laugh? Who knows.

They ate the other rider's chulls.

Hmm, that was actually a typo on my part. Good on you though.

I'd say either run away, totally creeped out, accept her slavery, or try and talk her out of it. Probably the first one based on what I've seen.

Uncle Brandy. He will never die!

It's up! I'd love any comment, questions, or criticisms. I didn't write a person for each message sent, only the ones I thought would be interesting. @Drake Marshall You can have your choice of Doubletake Lieutenant Alberta Government The Belt/Orbit Epoch Are the other ones a message was sent to that I didn't write. Or you could do none. Your choice. For each of the people a message was sent to, feel free to react, send a message back, ignore it, or anything in between.

However Long Ago Chrysalis Took Over Calgary Alex awoke, covered with slime and muck. No different than any other day, of course. It’s the same routine, day after day, week after week, and month after month. Alex would wake up, smell the trash that people threw into his alley, find food, and start a new day of preaching. It didn’t matter how much he talked, there was no one who truly understood the truth: that humanity is scum. Even before Calamity came, you could see it in the evil dirtbags that walk the street at night. The way epics act isn’t anything new, it’s just human nature coming out completely due to lack of consequences. And yet, they still walked as if everything was fine. As if the answer to the problem was ignoring it. It’s not. The answer is to cut off the issue at the source. Without humanity, there’s no way for the inherent personality of all people to come through. As Alex finished this thought, he suddenly felt enormous power rush into him. He rose up, in awe of this amazing feeling. Has my wish finally been granted? Knowing in his heart that it must have been, he tried to use his power. Mysteriously, life persisted. Trying again, he failed again. Getting frustrated, he pushed all of the will he had into this power-and failed. He came to a realization-his weakness. If he couldn’t use his power, then it must be because of his weakness. Thinking, he decided that if his power was his greatest wish, then his weakness would be his greatest hate. The heathens, those who can not, no, will not see the truth. He went to the streets with renewed passion, and began to spread his wisdom to the streets of Calgary. And suddenly, people listened. Not everyone, but a reasonable population came to him, listening, and believing. Urging them to rise up, they did. Thinking, he came to the logical conclusion. These people were loyal to his cause, but he couldn’t just take the city right now. He’d have to grow and train his army. He ordered his lackeys to continue normal life. Once he gained enough, he would be able to take the city with ease. Continuing work, he hid out in an old abandoned warehouse, going out and ordering his minions. When he was ready, he would gather his army in one place, and attack. Days before he would’ve been ready, Chrysalis came. Her swarm of bug monsters tore through his army like a hot knife through butter. Fleeing, he barely got out of the city alive. Fuming with rage, Alex watched as the city, his city, was taken over by some upstart no-name epic. He will get it back. There’s no doubt about that. The only question is how. I need allies. Turning, he considered his options. None of the epics had joined his group back in Calgary. That was dead to him. The next best place nearby was Olympia Polaris. Looking around at the barely dozen members of his formerly powerful army, he made his decision. Turning his gaze northward, he started walking. There would likely be someone willing to help along the way for a good cause. Present Day “Draft up a letter according to those specifications, general.” The man saluted and walked away. Hopefully the man could manage to write a decent letter. He had been promoted for his military experience rather than his intelligence, so it wasn’t a sure thing. Oh well, it can hardly be helped. Turning to the boundaries of his territory, he surveyed the area. It seems his construction was going well. With luck, he would have protection from any fool walking in before the month was out-but the real protection would be coming from the note he would soon be sending to each of the prominent players in Olympia. There was little to stop some medium strength epic-or even the Reckoners-from just waltzing in and murdering Alex where he stands, but that was soon to change. “Sir, I’ve completed your orders. Would you like to review it?” Turning, Armageddon saw the same man as before. “Of course. Hand it over.” Dear the powerful figures of Olympia Polaris, This is Armageddon. Some of you may have gotten an idea into your heads to come and assassinate me, due to my current lack of powers. However, you should know that I have a power that comes seperate from my Epic status. I have strength in numbers. Each and every one of my followers have been instructed to ravage and destroy the city if I am killed, kidnapped, or even if someone attempts to do so. I have complete faith in my underlings ability to kill and demolish the city; and surely there’s no point in leading the city if there is nobody to lead? Of course, my door is always open to any who wish to join in the noble cause of ridding humanity from this world. Best regards, Armageddon Armageddon smiled. “It’s perfect. Make copies and send one out to each of the major players in Olympia. Perhaps now they will be hesitant to assault me.” He hesitated. “But… leave out Typhon. We don’t know enough to be confident a letter will do anything, and I suspect she could likely take out the whole army with ease. I don’t want to take any risks in offending her.” **** John stood next to the forcefield nervously. Nobody really knew much about the epic that apparently creates it-and John wasn’t gonna be the one to touch it and find out. Circling, he eventually came upon the single entrance. Spotting the two guards always there, he hesitantly stepped up to them. “I bring a message from the almighty leader, Armageddon.” he said, quickly handing over the small piece of paper. The guards curtly nodded, and John hurried away as fast as he could without seeming rude. Well, that went about as well as I could have hoped. **** Sarah could tell she was in Arachnerds area when the webs prevented her from seeing even a foot in front of her. OK, calm now, stay calm. This is what Armageddon needs, and you will do it. It didn’t help. The spiders were not going to eat her. It wasn’t going to happen. That’s not what spiders do. Of course, they could bite. Spiders do do that. Shaking off the fear, she tried to decide the best way to get the message to Arachnerd without having to go too far into spider territory. Noticing a small spider to the left, she hesitantly went up to it. “Um… I-I bring a m-m-message from Armageddon. Here, let me just,” she folded it up and put it onto the spiders back. That’ll probably make it’s way there, right? Yeah. It will. And with that, Sarah bolted in the opposite direction. **** Paul strutted into the University like he owned the place. Glancing about, he noticed a man standing by himself. Walking over, he started explaining. “I’ve got a letter from Armageddon.” “Hand it over.” He did. “You know, you guys are nothing. The Minor Epic Coalition is really just a group of all the epics who were too weak to do what people like Armageddon has done. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if that letter says that he’s going to tear your group apar-” **** “Sir?” Armageddon glanced over from his pondering and sighed. “Yes? This better be important.” “Paul Johnson, the one we sent to the MEC, hasn’t returned. Missing in action, or dead.” “Oh? What a shame. I was hoping to keep relations with them as civil as possible. Ah well. Send someone to apologize over.” “Right away.”

Very few repercussions are actually permanent.

Yay! What books have you read?

Then the people rose up against that one narrator because undoing somebodies permanent repercussions is rather rude.

I mean, Armageddon probably would, if he believed you agreed with his cause. Other people should probably take preference though. Random comment: You know, what really makes the Reckoners such a good RP world is that each city is unique. Things like Newcago being made out of steel and having no sun, then you move to some other city and it's flooded completely with glowing fruit and graffiti. Really makes it a fantastic place to brainstorm ideas.

Eh, a let me Arcanum that for you would be rather dumb considering the fact that WoB entries don't always show up first when you search the query's you remember.

*Tries to figure out what's happening*

Leya's eyes snapped open. She was back into the cognitive realm. Rhazien sent me back. I wonder how-or why-he would do that. Ah well, it's done now. But was it a good decision? If I were to come back to the body of some poor unsuspecting soul, that would not be lawful. So perhaps that would be a bad decision. And for that matter, have I really made much of a difference in the lives of these people? Sure, I may have caught a couple bandits, but on the whole, I haven't actually done much to prevent crime. Perhaps it is time for me to have my final rest. And with this, Leya lied down, never to awaken again. She didn't actually figure out how one goes back to the Beyond, so she is just kinda perpetually there, a dead cognitive body right in the cognitive alleyway bar.

Which had 4 elephants on it.

They were squashed.

Evidence: I don't believe we've ever seen a Radiant get to the third ideal without ticking off their spren in some way, right? Theory: The 17th Shard is an organization devoted to scientifically researching artificial shards.

So, I was unable to find literally anything on Typhon other than what was on the summary. At what point was that discussed? I'm guessing when I was gone at some point, but I'm unsure. Edit: Found some.

Upvote for Studio C reference.

Think that might be available to the average epic?

That was interesting. Very curious to see what that mysterious heartbeat is.

Alright, new question. How'd Jeremy send a message to all the mobiles in Edmonton?

Granted. You now see all Spren that exist on Earth. I wish Spren existed on Earth.

The Beige Market is the one that's only sells green things.

OB spoilers aren't allowed here silly.