Truthless of Shinovar

Granted, but I can’t give it to you. I’m Truthless. You must go on a journey of self discovery and service for one decade. By the end, however, you will be so wise that you can answer anyone’s questions. I wish to be an earthbender. Or fire bender. Or air. Heck even water. Just one of the elements.

What a cool idea for a thread! Hey, is anyone else pumped for general conference? (Two weeks!!)

Yeah me too

Funny thing is, I actually just started a reread of Alloy of Law

Baffle doesn’t rhyme with waffle. This disturbs me greatly.

Truthless used his Ninja’d powers to steal the said coconut slices.

“Oh boy,” Truthless said, watching the flood of thermonuke victims come through the doors to the Thread.

Demise

“Ooh, is that herbal?” Truthless said, walking into the perfectly fine, healthy thread.

Granted, but it only comes to you in spurts whenever you sneeze. I wish for something to do while social distancing from everyone.

Wins without asterisks

“I-impossible!” Truthless said, sailing back up into the sky. “I’ve got WiFi now!”

Truthless fell from the sky on top of the mime and the caramel slice, crushing both. “I’m back!!” he yelled.

Truthless smashed a pie into Nameless’ face.

“Ahh, it’s been to long,” Truthless said. He opened up the door to the bunker when lo and behold, it was filled to the brim with more pumpkin canons!

PAGE 700 EVERYBODY LETS PARTY!! (plus I just finished moving into my new house so that’s even more reason to party*) ((*Sleep))

Unfortunately not so my friend Soon we will reach the 700-end With posts e’rywhere And plague in the air We’ll be lucky to continue this trend. (I think I did that right, though the syllable count seems slightly off...)

Truthless pulled out the big guns immediately. He stood atop a pumpkin canon, ready to obliterate whoever came near him with food.

*posts random crem*

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NECRO TIME!! Not many people know, but Brandon was an avid writer as a child too. He just went under the pen name J.R.R Tolkien. While studying to become a scientist, Brandon managed to actually make one of his early magic systems that created insane amounts of energy work. We just call the “science” nuclear fusion. Brandon has a valid reason for leaving his account on the 17th Shard; he once spent to long at the fanfic section and wrote Edgedancer. While he was very proud of his work, he knew that next time, he wouldn’t be able to resist finishing the rest of the Cosmere. Brandon was once taken hostage by a group of thieves on a foggy night. He convinced them to let him go, but only on the condition that he wrote a book about them. And thus, Mistborn was written.

They’re like little golden tennis balls

But what breed?