AonEne

I've been hearing more and more people, IRL and on the Shard, admit to having problems during the last half-year or so of my life. Bad ones. From depression, self-hate, and wanting to die to anxiety and not having friends. There's a lot I could say on this topic, but I'll just say this.

Talk to someone. You are wanted; you are loved. Even if you can't tell, even if it seems like no one is there, know that we are here. There will always be someone here. I would also count God, but I know many of you aren't religious - for those of you who are, your deity(ies) is/are there for you. For those of you who don't believe, there's still someone.

If anyone ever needs to talk about ANYTHING, say it on this status message, or PM me. No matter how bad it is in comparison to anyone else's issue. No matter how trivial you see it as being, or how crippling, I will be there. And I think I'm pretty accurate when I say that I am in no way alone in being there. We're all there; we're all HERE, for you.

We will be your torches in the dark. We will be the driftwood keeping you afloat. We will talk with you. We can dispense virtual hugs (EMOJI NEEDED, RIGHT?), advice, roleplay opportunities (it's therapeutic and doctors can fight me).

We will always be there. Always, for ANYONE, for any reason.

Always here, here always. < World's Worst Ketek...but possibly, in its own way, a very good one.

Always.

HEY HUMAN BEINGS OF THE SHARD:

An actual status update from Ene, rather than just her saying stuff she can't on the forums? This is madness! But it's also what I've got for you today.

From tomorrow afternoon to sometime Sunday, I will probably not have Shard access. I'm not certain. I'm going to Bear Lake, as a friend (who may or may not want me to disclose who they are) has invited me. So, well, at best hardly anything will happen. At worst, the bridal shower, another Alleyverse war, five assassinations, major disasters in half the RPs, and all the ships will happen while I'm gone. Which, I mean, none of that is really NEW - disasters, pshh, old news.

Point being, I'll be back Sunday. I might be able to get on tomorrow morning too. Until then, try not to go too much crazier than y'all already are.

*salutes* Keep calm and write on!

I recommend reading the Nightwatcher thread before this.

Ap, I'll forget about this End person if you forget about Galladon. (I blame the Nightwatcher! I wasn't even there!)

Also, thanks. I'm glad you like the name. I was worried that it was silly when I first proposed it.

Ashspren, don't tell him. (SORRY AP. SECRETS.)

Does anyone want to post in my name on the "what you're known for" thread - since that sounds awesome? Since Ink's already been done...is there protocol for this? What do "I" say?

And out of nowhere...

I'm a Sentient Awakened Object. On your level now, Clearcut!

Thanks, everyone who gave me upvotes. I'm saving a giant mushy you-all-rock-and-the-Shard-has-changed-my-life for my one year anniversary (I haven't even been here a year yet? Wow, feels like so long and yet so little at the same time...), but again, thanks.

CELEBRATION TIME COME ON!

Master Ki is that one person in the Skybreakers.

You may have noticed that I am now past my thousandth post. It was my intention to save that for the RP wedding with Ap, but I made a mistake and forgot not to post. The wedding will likely happen at post number 1,016, or maybe 1,024. Just wanted to let anyone curious know.

Looking for a Lightweaver! Will pay in puppy pictures for a Lightweaver to create and sustain, whether themselves or with spheres, an image. Event will be held in the Cognitive Realm. This is not Alleyverse.

Looking for sand masters! Two, specifically. Sand will be provided, though if you wish you can bring your own. Same conditions - puppy pictures, CR, not Alleyverse.

If you are interested in applying for one of these two jobs, please notify me by saying so below. I will PM you to pay and explain what exactly the job will be.

That moment when you're visiting someone else's page and notice that they blame you for something.

And you wholeheartedly agree.

Sorry, I keep forgetting! What's your AMA called?

*reads Ink's About Me*

What's that?

Just though you might want to know of this, if/when you get back. I don't know if you really check the RP anymore. Here is Lashwan's death scene, written by Zath. Credit where it's due, he did it really well, and pretty much held true to your original post.

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Beram had only wheeled the stretcher a short distance from the Viridis Vultur when Lashwan stirred and opened his eyes.  

"Hey, you're awake!" Beram said, surprised, still pushing the stretcher across the airfield towards the medical team.  "How you doing, Lashwan?"

Lashwan didn't respond.  He turned his head to the side and peered dazedly through half-lidded, unfocused eyes at their surroundings.  He probably had too much Goldburst in his system right now to be fully lucid.

"Well, don't worry, man," Beram continued. "You'll be getting some help soon, just hang in there."

Suddenly, Lashwan's eyes snapped wide-open, and his gaze focused on something in the distance, a little to the side of where the Atlas airfield personnel were waiting for them ahead.  His mouth moved, and Beram heard him whisper, "WHAT IS THAT THING?!"  If Lashwan had been capable of shouting the words, he probably would have.

Beram turned to see what Lashwan was looking at.  All he saw was the fence surrounding the perimeter of the airfield, and empty forest beyond.  "There's nothing there," Beram said, trying to calm him down.  "Everything's okay."

Lashwan didn't seem to hear him.  Staring intently at something only he could see, Lashwan fumbled with the strap around his chest and then sat up.  Beram brought the stretcher to a halt with a quiet curse and moved around to the stretcher's side, intending to gently push Lashwan back down again.

"I gotta save my friends," Lashwan muttered, and he raised his arm, palm forward.  

"You're hallucinating, man!"  Beram shouted, worried now.  "You don't have to save anybody, there's nothing there!"  

Lashwan's bandages began to melt, and his palm started to glow.  "Not enough power," Lashwan mumbled.  "Not enough... But... That could do... That's A LOT OF DAMAGE!"  With that last shout, the light in Lashwan's palm intensified.

Oh, Dust it, Dust it, Dust it!  Beram thought.  He threw himself to the side and bellowed a warning, "GET DOWN!"  

A massive blast of energy shot from Lashwan's palm and vaporized a wide swath of the airfield's perimeter fence, along with several trees that had been unfortunate enough to have grown near the edge of the airfield.  Lashwan collapsed limply back onto the stretcher.  Beram, trying to blink away the afterimage that the energy bolt had seared into his retinas, scrambled to his feet to check on Lashwan. 

There was smoke rising from the guy's nose and mouth, and his eyes were sunken, staring lifelessly up at the sky.  Beram felt for a pulse, but he already knew that Lashwan was dead.  Beram sighed heavily and looked over at where Lashwan had aimed his attack.  Hopefully no one had been caught in that energy blast...

Bye, Lash! We miss you.

And Sprene is gone. Fun while it lasted, as name changes usually are.

*feels proud about having 16 followers*

*Tesh has 45*

Hello! I've been told that you're the person to talk to about Sanderson Elimination. How would I go about joining one of these games?

The second part of your name makes me wonder: Do you watch RWBY?

I just now deciphered your contact methods thing.

Took me long enough.

For having just joined, you're articulate, funny, and your posts are always interesting. Keep it up! 

All you need to do is post once more...then you'll be at a thousand! MWAHAHAHA

Why did I start evilly laughing?