Zephrun’s Imperium

*ahem* CBST stands for the Cosmic Battle to Save the Thread and it's an RP that started way back in in April or so, but only moved to its own thread in June. Because the anarchists of TLT kicked us out. It is amazing and if you would like the summary (it's long, but it's awesome) I would be willing to send it to ya.

Also keep in mind that TLT had a massive boost due to CBST. And, well, CBST doesn't exist on there anymore. Good luck, guys.

I have it pulled up on my chromebook and read to read.

Hah! My grandpa used to say, "May the flees of a thousand camels infest your armpits." He's the best.

I'm gonna be Zeoy from the Happy Inquisitor for my Halloween Party this year and I am so excited.

We looked up funny quotes in Geometry today. Happy Friday everyone!

Oh no... They're mentioning him.

Oh no! The scissors of Preservation!

Tamika was done with waiting. She reached out with her mind, finding Tom. I need you right now, she thought to him. Please. She considered adding more, but decided against it. The words in her mind were angry, yet she felt nothing but sorrow and self-pity in her heart. She knew which emotions to listen to. "Thought" was a misnomer. She wasn't just telepathy and imagination. She was emotion. She understood how people worked, what they felt and why. Truly, a person's thoughts were just reflections of what they felt. This knowledge allowed her to understand herself. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to help her self-loathing. She'd hated herself since her very first life. She hated her own beauty - it was dangerous for a child of the streets to be so desirable - she hated each and every one of her weaknesses and faults, and she hated her strengths too. The only time she hadn't been crawling in her own skin was when she was a Shard. And that was the worst time of her entire existence. She had done things... unspeakable things. Horrid, ugly things. And she hadn't cared. She had been too proud to care. Now, however, she was back in her mortal body and she knew everything that she had forgotten as a Shard. Everything that made her cringe at her own reflection. Tom didn't see how she felt, of course. She'd always been good at hiding it away. Once, very long ago, he had taught himself how to see it in her. And he had held her from the moment he noticed until the sun set upon her fears. She remembered those days. When everything was peaceful. When they didn't know about things like Keys and they didn't care about silly concepts like immortality. Who wanted to live forever anyway? Tom had. And... she had too. But she was younger then. If she knew then what she knew now... Things would be very different. Certainly, she wouldn't be kneeling on the wooden floor of a flying ship, sobbing over a broken mirror and the pieces of a memory.

Unfortunately, by this point, there were very few consultants left to hire.

Yup and it's the best thing I have ever read!

AJ froze. He still hadn't gotten used to the snake-like creatures that inhabited this ship. They were unnatural. Creepy. Thought, however, was perfectly fine. They seemed normal to her.

Hah, funny story, my dad was reading WoT when I read OB so I had to keep my mouth shut about it for months. It was terrible. I remember when and I was just freaking out and my dad was confused, and I'm like, "READ THE FRICKEN' BOOK!"

"Okay." AJ took the handle in his fingers feeling stupid and out of place. He hadn't been able to help on the ship, he had just sat there. Sure, it had ended up okay, but it just felt wrong. Something clicked in his mind and he pulled his hand away.

Thought brightened. So she wasn't completely powerless after all. It wasn't much, but it was something. AJ pointed at the other door. "So I just... touch the handle?" he asked awkwardly.

The sad thing is, I had flipped to that part earlier and kinda shrugged it off, saying, "He'll come back." But it still struck me like a, ahem, slap to the face and I ran upstairs sobbing and said, "I hate it when characters die." Of course, my parents, being Sanderfans themselves, knew exactly what had just happened and my mom gave me a hug.

I'm hoping @I Don't Know will join us.

I have never cried harder over any book ever. My copy is stained with my tears.

This was, of course, a very powerful being they were mourning.

Jacob must be drawn. Mimes are the cutest things.

Meanwhile, the ashen figure began to fall apart, screeching its defiance and its own end.