Truthless of Shinovar

False. Brandon Sanderson reigns supreme in every last one.

Hey, it’s that one character... Zelda, right? That video game franchise seems pretty cool, it’s too bad that they don’t give that one princess more attention. (Hyrule is her name, right?) I got a new profile pic, what do you guys think??

And drop it into a ocean.

Blue is the best color there is. And that’s a fact.

Indeed.

The deed is in fact “in”.

Quite difficult, you’ll soon find.

*gets Nacho Libre* *inserts emotion*

Not for me! The answer is no.

*insists*

*conquers*

“Huh,” Velles said. “I can’t either.” The girl seemed to be weeping, though why, Velles couldn’t tell. He hoped it wasn’t his appearance. He would need to find a way to get the mess off of him. Velles, dizzy, sat down on a nearby boulder. “Are either of you good healers?” he asked. “This blood loss will get the best of me if I don’t do something about it soon.” Even as he spoke, he took of his coat and began to tear it into strips, make-shift bandages until something better could be found.

*hears bunker* AND SO A BUNKER PARTY HAPPENED.

Nightblood

*wins*

Oh wow, I didn’t even realize I made my profile picture arranged like that That’s raf.

@Channelknight Fadran @Mist @The Awakened Salad

@hoiditthroughthegrapevine, the picture is acting kinda weird at the moment, and I wasn’t able to set it up, but I was able to do this though: So I’m pretty happy

Don’t worry about it, the one you posted will work fine, or I might just use a screen shot

Holycowthatisridicoulouslyamazing. Bravo good sir. Bravo. (yes I’m stealing part of this for my profile) Edit: Storms, you beat me to it

This is storming awesome!! More accurately, your art is storming awesome!! Can you do one of some clothes with the command “Help people dance?”

Velles looked around. A city. But... empty. Everything around him stood in ruin. Whoever had lived here was gone. Wandering around the streets, he noticed something odd. Vegetation had slowly taken a grip on this land. Vines crisscrossed up the sides of skyscrapers. Moss coated the streets, and trees planted in the middle of once-busy roads were monstrously overgrown. And then... Velles heard something. Scraping, scrambling, the desperate click of claws on pavement of a predator rushing towards prey. How did he know this? Velles searched his mind, but nothing came. Velles felt he should run. His body screamed at him to move, that these vital seconds could mean the difference between life and death. But, almost against his will, Velles began charging towards the sound. He couldn’t say why. But something deep inside of him said to do it. Velles turned the corner and saw what had been making the noise. Two giant birds, perhaps as tall as he was, hunched over, beaks clacking. Limbs were bent at odd angles, giving the birds an overall grotesque look. They had four claws each, talons wicked and sharp. And as Velles looked closer, he noticed something. Vines. They covered patches of the birds skin, made up a ligament of a leg here, or part of the scalp there. There were gaps between the vines, and as Velles looked into one of the birds, he could distinctly see the heart. It wasn’t beating. Velles let out a curse, one he wasn’t familiar with, yet it rolled off his tongue like he had said it a thousand times before. This didn’t look good. The bird’s prey– Velles gasped. Two women. Actual people. Maybe the city wasn’t deserted after all. They looked scared and shocked, and so Velles did what felt strangely natural. He let out a yell, trying to draw the birds’ attention to himself. Three eyes snapped towards him. One of the bird only had vines dangling out from an eye socket. Letting out soft clicking noises from their beaks, they began to make their way towards Velles. Without understanding why, Velles began to focus on... something. He wasn’t for sure what it was. But it was around him. In him. It was him. And then, to Velles’ surprise, both his arms disappeared. Even as another gasp escaped his lips, his body dropped towards the ground, lowering his shoulders into the concrete. As he stood back up, giant concrete arms rose with him. Broad and muscular, they almost brushed the ground. The birds seemed surprised as well. After halting for a moment, one clicked a quick rhythm to the other, and both of them began to speed up. Velles charged to meet them. As Velles reached the first one, it sprung over him, a quick flap of its leafy wings taking it a short distance behind Velles. The other remained in front of Velles. Velles swung out his concrete arm, aiming for the bird’s beak. It ducked, but just a little to slow. Velles’ fist clipped the beast on its beak before slamming into the ground. The thing didn’t even flinch. Both the birds jumped at him at once. Velles managed to lift his fist out of the ground and swung it around to knock the one behind him. The impact made a distinct thump, and the bird went flying backwards. Unfortunately, the other bird landed right on top of Velles. Velles formed an x with his arms, keeping the bird’s striking claws and beak away from his body. The vines from the eye socket dangled close enough to brush Velles face. I wonder... Velles make the decision in an instant. He somehow let he left arm fall off, no longer attached to his body. The bird, expecting to hit solid rock once again, lost its balance. The vines tipped towards Velles, and he swung out his right arm, made a fist, and slammed it into the eye socket. Letting out an awful screech, the bird began to thrash wildly, talons striking out at random. Velles reached deeper and deeper, following the vine with his long arm. As soon as his elbow entered into the eye socket, he grabbed the vine and yanked. A noise a hundred times worse than the screeches the bird had been making left its beak. It rose up on its back two talons swayed for a moment then fell back, dead. The other bird, seeing its companion fall, let out a screech, and then flew away. In Velles’ hand, he still held the vine. At the end, there was a mass of green, still wriggling and squirming. It leaked a black ooze, and seemed to be trying to detach itself from the vine. Velles stepped up to it, then slammed down a concrete fist on it. Then again. And again. He kept on slamming down on that mass, black ooze erupting from it. Finally, Velles stepped back, breathing deep. He took one last deep breath and then... released his right arm. Once again armless, Velles Focused, and his actual arms appeared. It was only then that he realized that he was covered in dozens of gashes, from the bird’s final thrashing. He was bleeding, hard. Several of his wounds felt quite deep. Lightheaded, he turned to the women. He must of looked horrifying, covered in the black and red fluids. “I’m Velles,” he said. “Who are you guys?”

Don’t forget, a Chromatic Chicken Scout is courteous, kind, respectful, obedient, thrifty, brave, lost, reverent, pyro-maniacs, smelly, clean, and forgetful.

Oh yeah. It’s all coming together.