Truthless of Shinovar

Depending on where you live, it’s a mere 3 hours away from Koloss Head Munching Day!!

THE LAST POST!

*wins by posting* *posts by winning* *by posting wins* *by winning posts* *winning posts by* *posting wins by*

*posts more*

*posts yet again*

*posts for the sole purpose of making Nathranking not win*

Hey fam, we got you. I responded to your first post about this, and everything I said there still holds up now. I haven’t had the chance to interact with you much, but from what I’ve seen, you are awesome. Period. I know that you are incredible, and if the world seems against you, please please please please please please PLEASE know that I want you. You are someone unique and wonderful, and the world without you would change for the worst if you were to disappear. I urge you, hold on, have hope in happiness, and know that one day it will come. PM me anytime, I want to help you through your struggles!

By none other than the breadmunks.

“But that is irrelevant!” the rising ghanderflaffle empire said. “I’m hiring a consultant.

YKYASF when you stick one dollar bills in Sanderson books at the library for a service activity. ((also, autocorrect is slowly redeeming itself. When I typed “stick” it autocorrected to “Stick”))

“Because,” said the rising ghanderflaffle empire, who was standing right behind them, “THE GHANDERFLAFFLE EMPIRE IS RISING!”

Yeah, it didn't come out quite how I wanted it to... @Ookla the Silent, photoshop would probably work a lot better than the computer software photo editing would

It hit Truthless on the head. Again.

Ok ok, I'll make the full version (spoiled for length):

Yup

Ding ding ding!! Karger wins! You get to choose the next character. @Ookla the Bookish, that was a really good guess by the way, I didn’t even think of that!

Twas the night before the last post, And all through the thread, not a sharder was stirring, not even a Nathranking. Though the house bundles of knobweed did hang everywhere, In the hope that St. Sanderson would come and remove all despair. The sharders were nestled all snug in the thread While visions of joyspren danced in their heads; And mamma in her havah, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long highstorm's nap, When out on the plains there was such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter Lashed to the window, flying like a flash Soulcast the shutters, throw up the sash. The moon on the mists of the fresh fog Gave the entire landscape the appearance of eggnog. When what to my wondering eyes did come from the mist that sheened But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny chasmfiends, With a little old driver with books that weighed a ton, I knew in a moment he must be St. Sanderson.

Incorrect, 1. This character is a pacifist. 2. This character is only found in one of Sanderson’s books. 3. This character does not actually talk aloud.

‘Twas the night before the last post, And all through the thread, not a sharder was stirring, not even a Nathanking.

Everybody was pretty confused.

He stepped on him.

You got me there *wins*

@Maxgy you better post

Nope! 1. This character is a pacifist. 2. This character is only found in one of Sanderson’s books.

Tels slowly exhaled. “Well... that’s definitely not good. I’m sorry about your aunt and uncle. And your cousins. And all of this. It’s awful how these kinds of things happen to the good people of this city...” Tels paused to catch his breath. “Where should we meet up? We need to talk, make a plan.”