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Ambrosia stood there, her helmet on, standing fifty feet above the ground on a massive drone. Smaller drones swarmed around her in the hundreds, materials leaving and coming, being deposited and taken. She controlled them all with the helmet HUD. She was the Queen Bee, and this was the hive. She watched as Alleyzon workers and people she'd hired took the wooden huts, and made them better. A solid foundation, a roof that wouldn't leak. Before, this had been a bunch of shacks around Hellbent Park. Now, it was turning into a town. She set these drones on automatic, then flew off to the outer rim of the city, were she was having drones lay down a road. Asphalt lines extended where there had been nothing. This was progress. She would also have to give the people of the Alleycity their own resources, so they could rebuild, expand. She flew off to the top of Alleyzon headquarters, dismounting the drone. Assistants ran up, holding clipboards and pens. She waved them all off, except one. "Max, I need you to buy rights to basic survival books, building handbooks, and all the other basic guides. Find reliable ones. If you find them in different dimensions, then take those for free. We're going to mass produce it, and give it to large amounts of people. And get me a conference with reporters. I've been ignoring them too long. The Trader's Union is going to need good press." She stood by the edge, watching the city. "Yes, we're gonna need all the help we can get." Max nodded, and ran off at a sprint. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. At least she had good help. She needed to have Max and Althea over. Both Silas and her got along with them well. She walked down the stairs, to a room with a computer. Finding a proper location, she bought it. It was a four story mansion, survived the bombs. But it was abandoned, and had been looted. She sent construction workers to fix it, renovate it. The Trader's Union now had a headquarters. @MacThorstenson @Steel Inquisitive @Karnatheon @Darth Woodrack @Dr. Dapper

Ambrosia grinned at them all, then bowed, and walked out the door. "I'll be starting now."

He grinned roguishly. Inside, a warm feeling spread from his chest, all the way into his toes and his head. Amazing. I would willingly be her stuffed animal for that. "Ah yes, tell me more of how amazing I am."

Awareness. Again. At last. He struggled. What had he learned last time? A world. Blood. Death... he forced himself out of the fantasies. What else? He... he had a body. Could he control it? He tried to move. All of his willpower, but it was like throwing himself against a chasmfiend without a shardblade. Ah, killing. Killing, killing, ki- Maybe, just one part. HE strained, trying to twitch a finger, a single finger. Nothing. It was like someone had cut some connection between his brain and his body. It didn't work. Warmth. There had been something warm. What was it? What could it have been? He was somewhere. He had to be. And then... the haze. It consumed him, battle. A slaughter. He killed a woman's husband in front of her... he tried to pull out, but he couldn't. But in that last moment... one eye slid open. There was no eye. Just flame.

Sure. I got Chaos to do it, and that is so much better.

I am WINNING

@MacThorstenson

The man tipped his sunglasses. "The chance of death is small, and if it happens it is from there own incompetence. And tell them... they will kill. The payout comes from high funders who need a job done." He settled back into a chair, taking a drink from a hip flask.

*Downvotes post*

My favorite is Scadrian Waffle Cook. We need the stick as a rank.

"You won't get a name, the job is confidential. They can be told there is a chance of death, they will likely have to kill, and that they will be payed a thousand chysts each." He set a small card on the table. "Contact me there."

xD 10/10. Church of the Stick forever.

Blasphemy is my middle name. No, really.

The Longest Thread forever! Speaking of which, I should go post there real quick.... Wrong answer. Right answer!

A man in a suit and sunglasses walked into the bar. He had an AK47 on his back, and his skin went transparent and green for a second. It was gone in a flash. "I need to hire mercenaries, willing to kill. Who do you have?" His voice was cool and commanding, cutting through the noise. @Invocation

I'd like to make a proposal, to explain the Rogue Hemalurgists in many peoples background stories. Syndicate Omega. Syndicate Omega was founded by a DA member who lost his Loyalty Spikes in an accident. He ran. Using his knowledge of Hemalurgy, he brought DA subjects, rejects, and slaves together. And Syndicate Omega was born. Those hundred or so decided to go to the Cosmere, where their knowledge of Hemalurgy was unparalleled. Over time, they grew, creating huge amounts of experiments, so much they grew lax in security. This has leaded to many subjects escaping. They also occasionally extend past Hemalurgy. So, wouldn't really be important, but it would be a nice bit of worldbuilding and would explain a lot. Thoughts?

@MacThorstenson

Anthony wrapped his arms around her. "So. We're married now. Can you believe it?" He looked down at the black ring adorning his finger. "It's just... incredible." @Sherlock Holmes

@MacThorstenson

@Voidus, could you add X to the list?

It's to the level that if left in a wall for an hour or two it would cut down maybe three feet, in drywall. It wouldn't break bones, unless they hit hard enough to do so already. It would, in that case, probably make the damage worse, but it wouldn't on it's own do it. The modified heart just means it will take a long time for her to die of the Koloss heart failure they suffer from.

Huh. Kidpen is doing SE. I really like the idea, so I'll sign up.

Wow. I've never seen a elim lynched first turn. I'm going to hesitantly go Elandra, then come back when I have more information.