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@Cadmium Compounder. The Harmony cookie idea is good. @Gancho Libre! Welcome!

Welcome!

Ah, Trollhunters. Good dhow. The end of s3 made me cry... almost.

Ooooh nummy num nums

Ahh wait @Caesura, what is your favorite non-jam or -jelly preserved food? you gotta say to join.

Ah hello, wise internet-person. I see you have found... TBOP! ( THE BROTHERHOOD OF PRESERVATION, whose name must always be typed in capitol letters.) This organization is devoted purely to preservation, whether it be preservation of knowledge, life, or delicious jams and jellies. Okay. This is my plan for... THE PRESERVATION BROTHERHOOD, an offshoot of TUBA. Meetings will be called "Jam Sessions". Our Oaths of Preservation are: I will preserve what is right and eat what is left. I will never taint any preserves with anything that does not belong. I will never fill any jellied donuts with hemalurgic spikes. I will always eat preserved food when possible. Requirements: Must enjoy reading about Shallan and Kabsal's adventures with jam. Must state a favorite non-jam or -jelly preserved food (Could be from mix or can or MRE, etc.). A PM will be started, so if you want to join, just say the Oaths here and I will add you to the PM. Also, towards members of the DA whomst would like to join. Just because you are in the DA does not mean you are a heartless monster. If you are a heartless monster, you are most likely in the DA. The DA does not make soulless monsters, soulless monsters made the DA.

I started this idea whilst mowing the lawn. Therefore, I will give my ideas on how the ten orders of the Knights Radiant would mow the lawn. Windrunners: Fly around being edgy and yelling stuff like: "I CLAIM THIS LAWN". Skybreakers: Go on a Crusade. Mow the lawn like a regular person. Dustbringers: Burn down the whole lawn. Edgedancers: Slide around the lawn and cut it down. Truthwatchers: Look into the future and see someone else mowing the lawn. . Tell said person to mow the lawn. Lightweavers: Make the lawn look like it was mowed. Elsecallers: Soulcast the top parts of the miniature sticks blades of grass into fire smoke. Willshapers: Make the lawn into liquid grass. Stonewards: I honestly don't know on this one. Bondsmiths: UNITE THEM! As in, the pieces to the lawnmower. Now I pass the torch to you people to think of how the ten orders would do other everyday things. -J

Deja Vu good meme

Eyyyy! Could I join this deal. I would be an Entropy mage.

Am I a stick? Or are we all the stick together? I am a stick!

hoohoohoo i would love to be an entropist (?)

Hey, another Aimian! My character:

This story comes from the view of someone on the surface of the planet. Oh, and I'm the real necro king It was the 12-year anniversary of his brother dying. He had gone to look for the city in the sky. His Vision had killed him, and that was that. Terp was determined to find the city. To go on a Sightwalk. He knew he would most likely die, but he had a chance to live and find a way upwards to the city. The magic of moving clouds up there was said to be beyond even Terp, the village storyteller's wildest dreams. He went and kissed his mother's forehead, and cried a goodbye, knowing there to be almost no chance of his survival. "Goodbye, my son. I wish you would not go at such a young age, but this is your choice," his mother said through tears. "This will not be in vain, Mother. I will find something, proof of their existence at least," Terp responded resolutely. As Terp walked out of the door and continued along the path to the elder's hut, he noticed the Sightpriests leaving their homes. They were following him to the elder's hut so that they could be there to preform the ritual of Seeing. The three Sightpriests were the only people who had ever survived their Sightwalks, and hundreds had gone on Sightwalks, more than anyone could remember. As Terp reached the elder's hut, he was feeling nervous. He thought it was the end, for he could not turn back now. As he entered, he saw a mat on the floor. The Sightpriests motioned for him to lay down upon the mat, which Terp promptly did. This was the time he had been waiting for. He began the Oaths. "To the world, my eyes are closed. To the world, my ears are blocked. To the world, I am gone forever." With these words, Terp was pulled out of his body. Everyone stopped moving in the real world. He was Sightwalking! He began to rise up through the hut's roof, ascending spiritually into the sky. He was confused why he was seeing colored lines everywhere, but then he understood! They were the lines holding Arcus Castellanus from flying away! If he could float up these, then- A body fell from the sky. It was real. It all was real. Terp felt the vision leave him, and he was scared. Terrified, in fact. When he woke up, he had a chance utter a few words before he died. "It's real. IT"S ALL REAL!" he yelled, then gave up the ghost.

So let me tell y'all a story. I was in an unnamed PM with @Caesura, who mentioned her boyfriend getting her a cashmere scarf. I said: "Cashmere? More like coshmere" I'm done. Thank you, and good night.

good book 97/100 Brandoni Sandersoni books are 119/100

Breath is not for Rosharans, thank goodness.

I swear to never reveal information about our organization which is deemed secret. I swear to never spike any baked item with a substance that should not be there. I swear allegiance to this Guild, and give all due loyalty to it's goals and precepts.

Thanks for the tips on the cookies. I am fond of aluminum-spiked cookies, who can I get those from. /s