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The Pits of Hathsin?

I...just want to point out that people don’t choose to have depression. Kaladin didn’t wake up one day and go “I can either be happy or be sad - welp I guess the answer is obvious” and decide he wanted to be depressed. It’s a medical condition. And while you do have to make actual, conscious effort toward happiness during heavily depressive states, sometimes that leads to very little, or only subtle effects can be outwardly seen. It’s exhausting to make an effort to be happy when your brain chemicals are coded against you and all you want to do is just lay there, thinking yourself deeper into the black hole, or even worse just lay there and feel nothing. I commend Kaladin for every time he did the opposite of what this meme says. ...Rereading this, I hope it doesn’t come off as aggressive to you because that’s not my intent. I realize that this was just intended as a fun, quick joke, and now here I come plopping a paragraph of mental health discussion on top But I feel that this is important.

I know it's spelled differently on different sites; the Internet has a long history of doing stuff like this - e-mails and web-sites being two examples, and almost always it eventually leans toward combining them as a word: emails, websites. That's my reasoning for it, plus the fact that most people on here today use 'roleplay'.

@Feruchemical Skybreaker

The Place of Doom or Death or No Happiness or whatever the heck it was called, that place Nazh noted in his CR map in Oathbringer? Edit: I was nowhere close...Caretaker of Laughter, that's my guess.

Hi! I mean, fair, though I’m not smart in more areas than I’m smart, so it’s more painful than fun in that way *shrugs back*

So, this thread is a thing, but I was told that instead of unlocking and necroing it I should just start a new topic, so here it is! In case you don’t want to visit the old thread, the game is thus: you give a random idea, and someone else makes a magic system based around it, then gives an idea of their own. Be as detailed as you want; levels of seriousness can be as high or low as you want as well. Keep it to the Shard’s standards on adult content. To start us off, animal feces.

Hello! If you’re reading this without having read Ten of the Void, the first Augury thread, then you need to know two things right now. First, this is a sequel to that. Second, you don’t need to have participated in TotV to participate in this chapter of the adventure! We’d still love to have you if you want to join. So if you’re new and don’t want to read the old thread, or plan to do it later but want to jump in with the RP, here’s what you need to know. (This is also where the Augury itself can be referenced.) Character List: * Izzy sighed. Gati raised an eyebrow, capping eyes that hinted at amusement. “You’ve gotten bored already?” “Aren’t you? All we’re doing is walking.” “I guess being in the presence of multiple gods has worn off, then,” he said, smiling openly, and waved at their surroundings. Green trees permeated with the faint sounds of animals were the majority of the view. “Plus, scenery.” “The scenery is okay,” she mumbled. “But I don’t like walking.” “Technically, the horses are walking.” They’d gotten them at a horse trader back in Fel; Izzy didn’t know what Gati had said or done to get them, but he’d come back out with two horses, one for each of them. Izzy sighed again, matched by Gati grinning, and on they went. *** @Ookla the Maybe-Existent At some points during his journey, Price slept, and as humans do, he dreamed. The very instant one of these began, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever would have been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Price knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to him. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Price would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were open, and they did not once blink. All of this was in place within the first heartbeat of Price’s dream. By the time he himself had entered it, the figure was smiling, hands spread just slightly, welcoming. “Hello, Pryclin Evada. May I have a moment of your time?” *** @Sorana At some points during her journey, Sagitta slept, and as humans do, she dreamed. The very instant one of these ended, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever had been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Sagitta knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to her. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Sagitta would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were closed, and they did not once open. All of this was in place within the last heartbeat of Sagitta’s dream. By the time she herself had entered it, the figure was smiling, arms crossed, one leg causally set over the other. “Hello, Sagitta T’Sora. May I have a moment of your time?”

It goes under the title, that’s so weird... People are free to talk about this down here if this gets literally any traffic at all

I’ve had the sudden realization that this is a place I can put polls about whatever the heck I want, which isn’t really something you can do elsewhere in the forums. Fair warning, I am going to abuse this feature.

You deserve it

You want to say no? I am offend! I’ll add one for you... Edit: (I’m joking around, don’t feel pressured to say yes)

This subforum should be called Roleplaying and not Role-Playing. If enough people agree, the mods might take notice and do it. Or just roll their eyes at us but hey it’s worth a shot, I do genuinely think this

EDIT: HERE IT IS FOLKS sorry that took so long

Ah, that makes sense. And THANK YOU (the background is that I saw a screenshot of it from a Shardcast, then handed that over to the 17S Discord and told them it should be an emoji, there was agreement and it was made into one...so I took a screenshot of it, naturally)

Proof: Brandon saw exactly how well the stick meme turned out for him. Why wouldn’t he try to capitalize on that with I am Rock? Theory: Peter is planning to kill Brandon and take over writing his books. (Bonus points if you can repurpose a quote of his)