Truthless of Shinovar

His name was Sandon Branderson.

Just started the campaign for Halo Reach again this morning

King Kong was not too happy about this.

X-Men Days of the Future *Wins*

Oh that’s cool! Happy graduation!

Ok, @Shard of Reading, how’s your day been going?

Aye.

Twice now

For all the one word movies out there... *Wins*

Granted, but you can only do it once, and you can’t come back. I wish for a journey across the world.

Indiana Jones and The Last *Wins*

What? Entry points? Who said anything about entry points?

True that^^

Thanks!

ALL HAIL THE NEW LEADER OF THE 17TH SHARD KNIGHTS RADIANT! @Ryshadium Trainer, congratulations, you now have an army of nerds at your command! Also, @Halyo_Alex, would you mind making a Windrunner-Willshaper glyph? A Windshaper glyph, if you will?

You get rutabagas and fluttering birds! *inserts diamond potato chip*

And, of course, thermonukes disguised as towels.

“My life to yours. My bear become yours.” (I forget if that’s the exact phrasing to give away a breath)

It was surprisingly effective.

Kaladin Lashed himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the Parshendi spear that would’ve hit his gut. He jabbed with his Sylspear, and watched the parshendi’s eyes burn out as he began falling towards a larger group of parshendi. He landed on the side of one of them, then Lashed himself down, landing on top of the parshendi and crushing the skull. The other parshendi moved in, chanting a hostile, war-like rhythm. Kaladin danced in between the spears. Weapons could not hit him. He was the wind. He was- A searing pain shot up Kaladin’s leg. He cried out in pain as something sharp was ripped from his calf. Not a spear. Something longer... Kaladin turned around to see a Fused floating above, it’s wicked blade gleaming on the end of a long pole. Storms! Where had it come from? The last of Kaladin’s stormlight healed the wound, muscle and sinew knitting together to make the leg whole again. He breathed in prepared to feel the storm ignite inside of him again. Except... nothing happened. Storms, he was out of stormlight! Surrounded by parshendi and a Fused, Kaladin fought with everything he had. His Sylspear rose in silvery flashes, frantically trying to slap away the spearheads. A cut on his leg. A nick on his side. Kaladin began to breathe heavily, sweat running down the side of his head. Kaladin stumbled, watching one of the Parshendi swing his spear- Suddenly, something slammed into the group of the Parshendi. A glowing, almost divine figure in glowing shardplate. Adolin? No, his shardplate wasn’t this bright of a blue. And besides, he was off fighting one of the Unmade heading this assault. The figure swung its magnificent-looking shardblade, cutting through the parshendi, leaving a row of them with their eyes burned out. Oddly, the figure dropped a bit of rounded metal and soared through the air towards the Fused. It seemed to be as surprised as Kaladin was, and it’s reflexes weren’t quick enough to stop the gauntleted fist from smashing into the Fused face. The Fused dropped to the ground, motionless. The figure in the shardplate turned around. It seemed to be laughing... where had Kaladin heard that laugh before? The figure reached up and slammed open its visor. Kaladin gasped. “You!” “Me!” Hoid said, a big grin plastered to his face. “You seem to say that a lot. I suppose being dropped on your head as a small child certainly doesn’t help your intelligence.” Kaladin was too stunned to even react to the insult. “But... how? Hoid, you’re a storming Radiant! And you’ve already got plate!” “Yes, yes, I know. Everyone seems to be surprised by how fast I got that. Especially ole’ Swirly right here.” Hoid’s sword disappeared in a puff of mist, and a spren similar to Shallan’s crawled up to Hoid’s shoulder. “So... many... Truths...” it said, sounding not unlike someone who had eaten about two more chickens than they should have at Middlefest. “Anyways, I’ve got to fly. You know, songs to sing, people to confuse, Dalinar to insult.” Hoid raised a small vial to his lips, chugged it’s contents, then threw the small bottle to the side. Odd man Hoid was. He dropped another bit of metal on the ground, and then soared away with the wind. As he was flying away, Hoid yelled out to Kaladin, “Don’t forget to play my flute, everything you think you know about the Nahel bond is a lie, the Dawnshards...” Hoid’s voice trailed of to the point where Kaladin couldn’t hear him anymore. Shaking his head, Kaladin jogged off to find Dalinar. He would need another perpendicularity to charge up his spheres.

Dustbringer. He’s destroyed insane amounts of blocks. Homer Simpson.

Granted! The Nightwatcher switches your hands and your feet. She has a very strange definition of “boon” when it isn’t defined by man. I wish for headaches to not exist.

That shark came and ate the Void. It wasn’t very filling.

Edit: Ninja’d Granted, but now you guys are a Ruined family. I wish for an army of Ninja’d.

It honestly kinda freaked me out when I first read it