Jaywalk

That storming Uncle Brandy had used up the last of it.

Whilst recovering from my wisdom teeth removal, I discovered the folk duo The Sweeplings, and immediately fell in love with their music. I recommend Across The Sea by them.

Got Immortals Fenyx Rising (what a mouthful of a title ) for Christmas, about an hour into it so far. Pretty good, if a pretty blatant copy of Breath of the Wild.

I’d have to choose Invention, myself. Out of all the Shards we’ve yet to see, I’m most intrigued by this one. And combined with Ambition and Mercy, I think you get pretty close to my own personality.

Because it was movie night in the emperor’s basement.

Seconded.

I am honored. I would like to nominate @Shard of Thought. I’m not quite sure which award yet, she’s deserving of so many. Edit: I have to nominate her for Breakout Star for obvious reasons.

I feel the need to clear something up - we ARE getting Season 3 of the Mandalorian, focused still on Din Djarin. It was confirmed by a Lucasfilm exec.

Whilst a ghanderflaffle begged for food.

Oathbringer has to be my favorite, it's just so good. It was incredibly dense, and while I absolutely loved Rhythm of War, I felt that a lot of the scientific stuff dragged at times. Of course, I still need to reread Rhythm of War, which will likely be when I make that decision as to which is my favorite--I think Stormlight books are significantly more enjoyable on a reread. As of now, my order is OB, RoW, WoR, and WoK.

An angry dictator entered the scene with large clown feet.

Meanwhile, there was a plot to assassinate the Prime Minister of the ghanderflaffle empire.

Of oblivion.

And all its inhabitants plummeted into the abyss.

As most were hesitant to accept air as a form of currency.

To Canada, where he practiced the ancient art of...

During which he was solving complicated problems such as the meaning of life.

His cousin was drowning in a vat of cyanide.

The Voidfly had a cousin, who ruled in a parallel universe.

“Look, son, there’s our Christmas tree!” a man said, revving his chainsaw.

Jay crept up behind Star, a bucket of snow in his hands. He cringed with each crunching step, but she didn't seem to notice him coming closer. Until finally, he lifted the bucket above her, tipped it, and...

The boy buried his face in his hands. “None of us are worthy of the power...” A knife took him in the chest. He stumbled back, looking at the blood dribbling down his shirt.

“Please,” the boy said. “I don’t want it.” You could say it’s a godmodding tool. You’d be able to exert quite a bit of control over the environment.