John Flamesinger

And wins because it's not Christmas anymore.

And because I'm the Singer of Flames again.

Alyssa shivered in the parlor, left alone by everyone. Nerin hadn't even noticed her on the stairs, in a small ball, rocking back and forth. What could she do? John and her were alone in an unfamiliar city, surrounded by hostile natives. True, the parlor band had been good enough, but they asked to many questions.

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John made his way through the ally at the side of the warehouse. It seemed they hadn't wanted them, so he left. It wasn't his fault if they died.

Was it?

All he needed to do was make his way to the parlor. He figured that Alyssa was still there, and then they could head for that park in the center of the city. If they did that, they could get back to the Cognitive Realm and make their way out of here. He had heard of a city, a city other than Silverlight. Alleycity. Where things like his mobile came through. But one thing at a time. Just find the parlor.

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I know I rejoined a bit late. Haven't been on the Shard for a while. Sorry for screwing up some earlier posts.

So, what's the plan? I don't know what to do with John and Alyssa at this point.

I am back.

What if one day Brandon Sanderson took a break from writing, and looked at the 17th shard. Let's say he found this topic.

What would happen?

Very good points. He hated working with people who didn't know what they were doing. 

But it's to late. We sit here now, talking. You've already associated with me. The avatar smiled. In fact, everything that has ever interacted with the dark has associated with me, albeit in a roundabout fashion.

On December 9, 2019 at 0:19 PM, FatherTiempo said:

In a completely unrelated part of the narrative. FT, High Constable of the City, had a biscuit. It was a big biscuit, fit for a marshal of justice. 

It had frosting too.

 

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Does this mean we can bring in our third party plots? Sweet!

John dove to the side, breaking through a door and accidently knocking... Knocking a cop over?

"Sorry about the doughnut," he said quickly, nodding at the frosted pastry on the floor, before running through the building.

The thread has been silent for 36 minutes.

I win.

1 hour ago, Honorless said:

Go away Ooklas! Boo!

There done, now I can win in peace

*Composer appears*

"Relinquish your contact at once, essence." The Didact, apon discovering the conversation between the Librarian and the Master Chief, Halo 4.

*Likes Trains*

Good. For. You.

@Ookla the Sesquipedalian

7 minutes ago, Ookla the Procrastinator said:

After a very quick google, it looks like yours is a Halo thing. Loses points for difficulty to understand without having played Halo, but it wasn't exactly hard to see that it's probably from Halo. 8.9789/10.

Ookla the Procrastinator is me.

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Warframe, not Halo. Two very different games. Just because I love Halo doesn't mean I don't play other games.

I. Lost.

@Ookla the Sesquipedalian

9/10 for both.

Original, but confusing.

I am OOKLA the Tenno.

I lost. Again. You might want to hide, Truthless...

The avatar sat down, a very simple chair appearing behind him.

What I seek is a simple action. Currently, several of your people are interacting with... Gáthen. Could you perhaps have one of them, accidently, turn off the sensors? You, and they, would be rewarded. And don't say you have everything you want. No one does.

@Ookla the Stand User

I stop, listen to the announcement. Then I go and start pacing in front of my enterance, hoping to wait until the feast without getting killed by the shimmering things.

When you go to school and realize that your language arts teacher put Harry Potter in the nonfiction section.

My teacher, by the way.

I just read the Wikipedia article on the first page.

I lost the Game.

GREY

It was shocked. You do not make idle conversation with the most powerful of Magics. It released him, and formed an avatar, one which seemed to mimic the person in front of it, yet dressed in pure black.

Who said I was civilized?

On November 24, 2019 at 5:10 PM, Ookla the Stand User said:

The man had many names, some of which he wished he didn’t. Some of them were things he’d called himself, others were names given to him by his followers, or by his enemies. The man remembered them all, at least the ones that he’d heard or been told of. Names were important, in the man’s mind at least, for they were the keystone around which the very fiber of one’s being was built. One’s names were shaped by them and they were shaped by their names. 

The man’s mouth quirked in a smile, his current title was one of his choosing. It was a term from a time and place now forgotten to most beings, but the man himself remembered some of it, if only to come up with thematic titles for himself. The man stood up. Enough of relaxing, and reminiscing on long-forgotten languages. More than ever, events were requiring his direct action, something which hadn’t occurred in a long, long time. 

The man set his face, preparing for what was to come, and summoned his power, the spirit which granted him such power, the thing which all Stands were born from. It appeared behind him, looking like a hole in the world with the shape of a crude, humanlike figure. The hole was filled with a slightly red-tinged darkness, with bluish-white sparks trailing through it. Most mortals would go mad after looking at the figure for more than a minute. The man had seen it happen, and only Algai an Mikra could heal the madness. That was its name, in the same tongue as his own. He commanded the figure to move, and it did, slapping its arms together and slashing them down. As it moved, reddish light trailed after it, dissipating after a moment. The slashing motion opened a rift in the world, looking similar to his Stand, though they were about as different as two things could be. With a smile, the man stepped through the widening rift, mentally commanding Algai an Mirka to close it after him. 

He now stood on nothing, or maybe floated. It was hard to tell, and the man didn’t care anyway. He checked his watch, humming to himself. He wished he’d brought his pipe, just to have something to do, but what was passed was passed, most of the time, at least. 

In the darkness, something watched. The thing that had scared beings for billion of years. It was the Dark itself. It wrapped around the Magic, binding it with something far more primal, untamed, something more powerful.

You have something of mine, Magic.

@Ookla the Stand User

4 hours ago, Ookla the Imperial said:

Storms. I just lost. @Ookla the Blue @Ookla the Bookish @Ookla the Eccentric @Ookla the Excessive @Ookla the Aleatory @Ookla the Evil Penguin @Ookla the Heretic @Ookla the Journey @Ookla the Mildly Perturbed @Ookla the Maybe-Existent @Ookla The Narrator @Ookla the Ocelot @Ookla the Prolific @Ookla the Roleplayer @Ookla the Sesquipedalian @Ookla the Stand User @OOKLA the Tenno. @Ookla the Tired @Ookla the Very Handsome

So Truthless...

Why was I mentioned? And what on Roshar is this?

On November 26, 2019 at 4:32 PM, OOKLA the Tenno. said:

Ouch. John looked up at the sky. "Not as hard next time," he shouted. Everyone began making their way around him, glancing his way and muttering about crazy people. He stood up, his limbs aching from the impact. At least no one saw him land this time. He brushed himself off before walking down the sidewalk. Then he realized something.

I win. 

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My first post in this. Give me a moment to grab my second and then I'll figure out how this works, as in how is John going to join HOWL or ROAR.

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John continued walking down the street, occasionally stopping to look at different shops. I'll be able to have it all. Once I get my winnings, of course. He hadn't technically won yet, but unless there was a teleport...

He saw light glowing down the street.

He instantly broke into a run. He was so close, so close...

The rules of the game were simple. Start at one part of the planet, and make your way across. First one there, wins a gewethan, an item of intense value. You could use anything to get from point A to point B. Where did they get a teleport, though? And how did they get that money? A teleport often was worth the price of an entire Solar System; and they were a one use deal. 

Lord Teananla.

He ran faster.

 

John continued walking down the street, occasionally stopping to look at different shops. I'll be able to have it all. Once I get my winnings, of course. He hadn't technically won yet, but unless there was a teleport...

He saw light glowing down the street.

He instantly broke into a run. He was so close, so close...

The rules of the game were simple. Start at one part of the planet, and make your way across. First one there, wins a gewethan, an item of intense value. You could use anything to get from point A to point B. Where did they get a teleport, though? And how did they get that money? A teleport often was worth the price of an entire Solar System; and they were a one use deal. 

Lord Teananla.

He ran faster.

The temple place in Bands of Mourning.