Zephrun’s Imperium

That was from a WoB. I'm terrible at finding them, but it's a thing. Someone asked what planet Hoid is most interested in and he said Scadrial because they're closest to developing instant noodles. Also, someone asked Brandon if Kelsier liked noodles and he said yeah.

Well, how I take it is that someone asked Brandon if Scadrial had waffles and he said yes and everyone freaked out. It's like the Hoid/noodles thing.

One time I was sitting listening to music and I kept picturing Marsh doing mundane things while listening to the same music. He made cupcakes and put the sprinkles on to the beat and it was beautiful. Also, I really wish Kaladin and Marsh could meet at a Scadrian Waffle and Coffee shop and be depressed together.

Kelsier shows up randomly. "CUPCAKES!" His eyes are hungry. Run.

I just picture Ati running across the screen for 2 seconds, Leras following behind with a spatula for no reason screaming, "COME BACK HERE!"

Condemned

Ruin: *shoves everyone to the ground and runs away giggling*

Incorrect

Halitosis

Cruel

Narrator Star is impressed by the people's ability to math.

Ene, you're totally popular! And ya know why? 'Cause you're awesome and super friendly and easy to talk to. You were like one of the first people I met.

We're doing a Shakespear unit in English, so I figured it'd be good.

Guys, this was supposed to be my 1,000th post, but I'll have to settle for my 1,001st. Enjoy this sonnet about this thread. Posting on this thread entails a steep price. To win, to lose, to form a dumb remark, To draw some mighty hemalurgists’s vice. All for what mystery do we embark? To claim the one title, no wits are strained. No futile blood is spilt, nor tears are shed (Except when Marsh’s real sight wast regained Or when Shard of Thought left Galavi’n dead). Vict’ry’s a fickle thing; one we’ve all seen Stretching from day, far into the nighttime For good times and loathsome, and ones between The stubborn call remains unchanged by time. Oh thou fellow posters, hear my shrill cry A claim that shall too soon wither and die;

Fortunately, not many people had cameras in the cosmere. Edit: AGH! STORM IT! That was my 1,000th post. Ah, well. I planned something special. I'll just post that now I guess...

Zeoy leans against the counted. "Well, that makes sense. I'm Zeoy."

Hey, you're almost at 1,500 Ene!

Un-Honorable

It was a weird genetic disorder.

Rayse-ing

Khriss came to take a picture of him.

Hmmm... Shattering

Which was odd because the hippo was usually happy. He had just had a really bad day.

We've all been there, Ene! I mean, we all read Sanderson books, so what do you expect?