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  1. NameIess
    "Excuse me Cricket, it seems Bacon is being pressured into giving up the paper. I must be going." Malevolence disappeared in a crackle of lightning. @TwinStorm -- Malevolence appeared in front of Bacon. He wore a suit of all-white armor with a violet cape to match his eyes. He raised his Mordite sword held casually in one hand. "Hello Bacon. I think you will want to give me that paper. For you see, I am the only one who truly knows how to prevent Rebus from using it to summon the Witherlord." @xinoehp512
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    The unspeakable creatures of the night, of course, didn’t know this. They attacked, eager to destroy the one who’d brought the cursed light.
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    The unspeakable creatures of the night shied back, but despite their names, were not weakened by the light. One of them attacked, an indescribably ugly tentacled creature with spikes as long as God Slayer's forearm covering its body. Spiky tentacles lashed out at God Slayer from all directions at once. "Very well." Malevolence placed one hand on his chest and raised the other solemnly. "I, Malevolence, he who will one day hold dominion over all existence, swear by Nameless that I will do everything in my power to prevent Rebus from summoning the Witherlord." As he said these words, a ripple ran through the Thread, and a voice entered Cricket's mind. He truly does not intend to betray this oath. So I swear. Although I cannot see his future perfectly, I do not believe that he will betray this oath for anything. His abilities are mostly tech based, so he shouldn't have anything that will prevent it.
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    Malevolence smiled thinly. "And so we work together again. I agree to this, Cricket. I can only hope we will be as successful in this venture as we were last time." -- Meanwhile a rebellion against Rebus was brewing. Well, brewing was perhaps a bad term for it. Boiling over would be more accurate. "DOWN WITH THE VILE SCUM OF THE EARTH!" Bellowed the resistance's leader. "DOWN WITH THE TYRANT, THE DESTROYER OF LOVE!" His followers cheered heartily, raising pitchforks and torches. "I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THAT MOST VILE BEING HAS BEEN UTTERLY DESTROYED, UNTIL HE RESIDES IN THE LOWEST PITS OF HELL THAT ARE HIS END!" @Dragonheir
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    FUN FACT: LessName has no eyebrows.

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    2. Immortal Platypus

      Immortal Platypus

      Fun Fact: I like having eyebrows. At least 7/10, would have eyebrows again

    3. TwinStorm

      TwinStorm

      I used to not have eyebrows

      for my 13th birthday, I gained eyebrows

      10/10 great experience

    4. LessName

      LessName

      All I want for Christmas is eyebrows

  6. NameIess
    "Ah, best not to offend the Authors." Malevolence shrugged. "If you wish to stop Rebus's current scheme, protect Bacon. He holds the key to the Witherlord's return."
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    The Dreamsmith's eyes narrow. He takes a step forward, perhaps unconsciously. "Who?" The portal opens up to a dark cavern filled with a horde of unspeakable creatures of the night. "In my experience, the best way to learn is through trial and error!" Subversion's voice said cheerily. "If you bond closely enough with that Blade, you should be able to make it manifest in any form you desire. It will also give you all sorts of powers related to Impossible Odds, not just those that my Author interpreted as appropriate." The unspeakable creatures of the night seemed shocked that someone had been foolish enough to enter their cavern so quickly, but they were quickly getting over it. "I'd say good luck, but well... you already have as much as you need. Have fun!" Malevolence appeared in a crackle of lightning. He wore a white suit contrasted by the black sword at his hip, and his eyes had lost much of their haunted look from earlier. There was still a certain unstable look to him, however. His jaw was clenched, his posture stiff, voice carefully controlled. "Cricket. You wish to oppose Rebus's insane plan, I take it?"
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    “Oh, he’s not dead, by the way.” Subversion noted. “And I’m afraid you won’t be able to kill him. We’re in the past, before the great battle he had with a group of Narrators.” Indeed, some pieces of lollipop and gum escaped Remembrance, rolling away with the retreating army. “Still, defeating him was quite the feat.” She waved a hand, and a portal back to the present appeared. “Shall we go begin your training?” up to you. We can offscreen it, onscreen it, montage it. If you want to offscreen it, I can give you an idea of some general Plotblade things, and you can come up with powers beyond the dice rolling thing for the Plotblade to have. Malevolence shook his head. “No, I think not. I wish to be a part of this plan with the Witherlord.” He turned to leave, sparks beginning to fly around him as his teleporter fired up. “Oh, and one more thing. Despite long absence, my goals remain unchanged. I will discover true evil and conquer this thread. And you will not stand in my way, Antagonist or no — “Well?” The Dreamsmith prodded the intruder. “What do you have to say for yourself? As I said, I mean you no harm. I just want to know what you were doing in my house.”
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    Of course. And God Killer will be able to transform it into a sword with practice, that’s just not always the default form of a Plotblade. Off-balance and distracted by the rocks, the Champion failed to react. Remembrance sunk deep into his chest, piercing straight through his armor to pierce his gummy core. The Champion bellowed in pain, then exploded. Bits of lollipop and gum splattered across the battlefield, sending the forces of candy into a panic. Soon, the battle was over, the candy fleeing the field harried by the forces of the healthy. Subversion stood up beside God Killer, brushing her dress off. “Excellent job. You have earned that Plotblade. If you wish, I can teach you to have mastery over its powers.”
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    Current list: 1. Hollow Knight 2. The Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom 3. The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild 4. Super Smash Bros. Ultimate 5. I dunno, minecraft? List in two weeks: 1. Silksong 2. the same
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    The dice clatter, roll, and come to a stop. They show a boulder and a cloud. Abruptly, boulders begin raining down on the battlefield, striking down the forces of candy while leaving the force the Health alliance unscathed. The Champion is knocked further off balance by a hail of particularly large boulders targeting him, breaking pieces off of his candy armor, forming cracks to the gum that makes up his core. He roars in anger, shrinking down to the size of a normal person to better avoid the boulders, and lunges for God Killer.
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    Yep! the dice are the Plotblade.
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    As the Champion staggered back from God Killer's first attack, a brilliant light enveloped God Killer's hands. In them appeared not a Blade, but a pair of golden six-sided dice. The sides were emblazoned not with numbers, but symbols that seemed to change every time he glanced away. Skulls, swords, rainbows, lightning, fire, and more all flashed across the faces of the dice.
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    Just before God Killer's blade struck home, the Champion released a burst of power, pushing back against the God Killer's control of reality. His powers over lightning vanished, but the surroundings did not entirely return to what they had been before, blurring back and forth as the Champion's power warred against the power of Remembrance. "I will not hold the power of Olympus!" The Champion boomed. "I serve only the twin gods of Unhealth: High-fructose corn syrup and Sugar. You will not trick me to my own destruction!" The Champion swelled in size, growing as large as a small mountain, towering over the battlefield. "You try to force me into a past that is yet the future! Killer of gods, in this time the Gods you have slain live on yet. In this time they will see their deaths avenged!" With a roar that shook the ground, the Champion swung a candy cane blade the size of a skyscraper down towards God Killer's head.
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    SILKSONG
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    On the other side of the portal was a scene of mayhem. The combined armies of Vegtia and Fruitland clashed with the forces of the Candy Empire, fighting a desperate battle for survival. water, fruit juice and syrup coated the ground, and the cries of the wounded were many. Into this battle Subversion melted away, unseen by both sides, seeking the one known only as 'The Champion". Leader of the sugary forces. My my, she thought. It certainly is interesting to see into the past. My Author was so young here, so inexperienced. Ah, there he is. She shifted her appearance, transforming into a gummy bear scout as she approached the towering figure armored in lolipop, armed with blades of candy cane. Even transformed into a being of candy and as shielded by Narration as she could make herself, the aura of the Champion sapped away at her energy. "My lord!" She called. "A new enemy has entered the field. The forces of healthiness have summoned a new warrior to face you, one known only as the 'God Killer.'" The Champion turned his massive head, staring straight at Subversion. "I see through your lies, Narrator. You cannot fool me with that pathetic illusion." Subversion's eyes widened. "I, um, well, I suppose this was a bad idea, huh?" She turned to flee, but before she could, a massive, sticky hand grabbed her. "Not so fast. I will kill this one you wished me to fight, as I will kill all who oppose the armies of the unhealthy. Your power shall be quite helpful in doing so." Subversion gasped, feeling her Narration drain away like water through a sieve. The Champion laughed, tossing Subversion aside as he swelled in size, growing until he blotted out the sun. "God Killer! Come, face your death by my hand."
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    "Very well. If you wish a true fight, then a true fight you shall have." Subversion appeared before God Killer, wearing a black dress with silver accents. She summoned her Narrationblade, iridescent Blade humming with the power to create a thousand worlds. Subversion swung her Blade with the force of a page's turn, cutting through the fabric of the Thread itself, opening a window to a page far distant. A time of war, sugar, and death. "Follow if you dare, Killer of Gods!" She ducked through the portal and was gone.
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    "Consider well. I... do not wish for this Thread to be destroyed." Malevolence's back straightened, and he sounded more like his old self as he continued. "Perhaps this is weakness in me, but I would prefer my eventual dominion to be over a living kingdom." "Be at peace. I do not plan to harm you." The Dreamsmith made a soothing gesture. "I only wish to know your name and what you were doing here."
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    Well, I've been almost totally absent from the Shard since march, and haven't had time to read the 250ish pages I missed. And while I may have the most posts on TLT, there are others who've done more for the lore of it than me.
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    "And have you considered the choice of a host?" Malevolence's expression grew distant, features growing indistinct. "Very few will be able to channel the power of the mantle without being consumed by darkness." Omen enveloped the unfortunate fellow and dragged him back to the Dreamsmith. "Thank you Omen, that will be all." The Dreamsmith eyed the imposter curiously. "Hello. Might I ask what you were doing in my house?" Sure, although I don't really know the storylines going on well enough to suggest one.
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    "..." Malevolence looked away, uncomfortable. "Do you know what you are doing, returning the Witherlord? Much as I hate to admit it, even I fear the destruction he could cause. Will cause, if left unchecked." The Dreamsmith inspected it critically. "Mm. not terrible, I suppose. Omen, would you see if you can bring him back? I would know what he was doing here." Omen appeared from mist beside the Dreamsmith. "It will be done." He vanished, following the trail left behind in the intruder's wake.
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    "Even after facing down truly impossible odds, you still want more?" Subversion moved without moving, location shifting just out of the way of each of God Killer's attacks. "Well, I suppose it was both impossible odds and a guaranteed victory for you. Very well. If you wish to fight me in order to claim Impossible Odds, I will humor you." An iridescent Blade appeared in her hands. "But an impossible task is not quite the same as impossible odds, so this will not quite be an ordinary battle between us." Subversion swung her Narrationblade, and everything changed. God Killer stood in the middle of a bustling city, populated solely by women with long black hair and mysterious silver eyes. Each was slightly different in dress, bearing, or expression, but they were all very clearly Subversion. Which is the real me? Subversion's voice spoke directly into God Killer's mind. Are you lucky enough to divide truth from fiction?
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    Through the door was an impossibly large room, with countless doorways entering into it, curving away into the distance on either side of God Killer. Through each door stepped another God Killer. They were each slightly different. Some looked worn down, others looked fresh. A few had blood dripping from fresh injuries, and one practically dragged himself from the door, breathing heavily, wounds covering his entire body. On and on they went, hundreds, thousands, more copies of himself than he could count. Subversion's voice emanated from the air, audible to every God Killer as if she stood within arm's reach. "Your task is simple. One of you shall overcome the odds to claim the Plotblade you seek, the others shall die. Since each door split you into two possible people, the odds of that success are (and I do mean are, there is no trick here) about one in one billion. You may begin. May the luckiest survive."
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    "The Witherlord." Malevolence's face twitched again. "I know you seek to return him. You... you cannot do it without my help. I have learned things while away." He shivered. "As I dwelt within the back of my Author's mind, I saw his plans, his fears, his goals. I can decipher the lost pages, if you should find them." The Dreamsmith frowned mechanically. "Pity. I would've liked to ask him what kind of jaw oil he uses."
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    Every single door turned out to be a monster, though they died easily when taken by surprise. As God Killer passed through each door, he felt a slight ripple pass through him, as if he was washed in a wave of invisible force. Other than that, his progression was uneventful. The thirty doors passed quickly, and soon he had passed through the last one. God Killer stood now in a small room with one door. Before him stood Subversion, arms folded as she regarded him thoughtfully. "It didn't take you long to discover the secret, did it? Or was it luck that guided you?" She shrugged. "Beyond this door is your final challenge. both the Blade you seek and the trait it embodies lie beyond. And so I will ask you one more time. Will you continue your quest? I cannot promise that you will die, but the odds of you dying are... astronomically high."
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