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. ------------------- 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.

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.

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.

*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

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...