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He donned a pink tutu and began to do the chicken dance gracelessly to try and get attention.

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If there's land, there's life. Maybe it's inhabited by animals and/or other sentient creatures. Maybe people, maybe not.

Looks deliciously pixeled @whattheHoid.

You too @BitBitio the Mudkip and @Sorana, It's been quite a while seen you were seen around here. And @Wordsmith - you were spotted here eight minutes ago. Admit to your defeat. @whattheHoid, your company is always appreciated as well.....

Welcome to Shard - we're glad to have you. Which of Sanderson's books have you read?

*recovers from laughing* . . . . . .. . . . . ................ . . . . Yep, '.' these little trouble makers end up wherever we don't want them.............. ........................................................ ..........................

Welcome to Shard! Don't accept any non-certified Hemalurgy-free cookies - they can be very harmful to existence - and try not to give your breath away. What's your favorite form of Investiture?

IIIII LOST LOST LOST LOSTLOSTLOSTLOST IIIII LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST IIIII LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST IIIII LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST LOST IIIII LOSTLOSTLOST LOST LOST LOST If it wasn't all that clear, I lost. Hopefully the formatting won't mess up...

There also were icing swirls to make it stand out even more.

Pry'd always been useful in real fights. In practice she could beat anyone, having been trained by one of the best. In duels it normally wasn't even a question - Pry had raw talent. But what she didn't have was a fight instinct that was stronger than that of her freeze, always leaving her helpless when she most needed it. She watched Araha and Deras take down guards easily as she herself stood back. She swallowed heavily, knowing exactly how useless she was. No matter how hard she tried, this was one thing about herself she'd never been able to improve. Nope. Never. Pry could plan, but not execute. Promise, but not follow through. Determine, but not pick. And she knew that wasn't likely to change anytime soon, despite all her wishes. Prism Acute would never be able to be anything more than a background character, never to be more than a footnote at most in the textbooks of the future. Pry took a deep breath and focused on her heat draining away to the earrings in her ears. Even her Investiture wasn't militiristic. Nothing about her was. Not even her life story. In that moment she realized something she never had before. Something that would change her forever. Her eyes smiled and she turned her focus back to the woman she assumed was Damaya's mother. Pry gave her a long hard glare.

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They cast a breadmunk to play Hrathen - in this version, however, Hrathen wasn't scripted to die.

Those are literally amazing. Did you embroider them in by hand or use machine (not sure how that would work)? And how long did it take?

Hi and welcome to Shard! I think you'll find that almost everyone here has also read all of Cosmere so far and there are loads of theories floating about. Which book was your favorite?

Me either. So long as the Mudkips keep coming.

So it wound up not working out.

Running. Searching. Scrambling. A shout. Rushing. Another scream. Tino...where are you? Holding him - but no time to keep searching. To abandon? No other choice. But the pain, the indecision. What to do? Mejin winced at the flood of memories from years ago, She couldn't stay here. "So let's go," Lei told her and she nodded. Pulling out a scrap of paper, Mejin wrote out a hasty note and placed it carefully on the ground. This way she at least could say she tried when in reality Mejin knew no one would glance down and see her message. She and Lei entered Shadesmar unsure of where they'd go next.

Good morning to you too @whattheHoid! Curses are just what we all need at around 9:00 in the morning. And mudkips.

@whattheHoid Maybe you can wake up to this thread too.