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"That's interesting." Nameless hesitated, glancing over to where TAAron sat, softly singing to himself. "Thaidakar, you're a soulless, right?"

"Get anything good?"

It had utterly failed.

"I've been good. Explored the multiverse a little, got captured by chickens. I got out though."

As was foretold long ago.

Hm. That sounds more like my younger brother honestly.

Nameless walked over to Thaidakar. "How've you been? Haven't had a good chance to catch up since I got back to the clinic."

Unfortunately, they just went to the afterlife instead.

Not really, that's my older brother. I think I'm the adventurous one in my family. Compared to my older brother, of course. Not sure how my younger siblings will turn out.

Unfortunately, the fired laser beam decided to take revenge by sending Butt Venture to the Alleyverse instead.

Happy birthday! And welcome to the adult club.

Fortunately, the Narrators that were around currently were going to be nice and help the poor people be forgotten for good.

Nameless helped Stormy out by tying the balloon to a bag filled with sand.

But now they were free from capricious Narrator's every whim.

They were lucky to finally escape TLT.

Indeed we must. Have any ideas on how to do that?

By some miracle, no one was hurt.

Nameless blinked groggily and hoped he wouldn’t have to make a speech.

content with the situation in Serinitas, the kingdom of Name-Ed invades their neighbor to the east, Quonshi. With the Demigods on their side, they are certain of their victory.

Lark walked through the clinic, feeling much better. It was remarkable what a burden had lifted now that he wasn't slowly having the life drained from him by the clinic contract. More than that, it felt good to finally be able to do some good without everyone fighting his every step. Without being forced to make impossible choices. He smiled, thinking of how much had changed. His classes so far had seen mixed results, true, but he was optimistic. Especially with this new step. He stopped walking, looking up at the announcement board, covered in notices about Calano and Emma's wedding. after some rearrangements, Lark managed to make a space large enough for his notice. Brandonfandonitis exposure therapy Willing to partake in this new experimental technique for overcoming Brandonfandonitis? Desperate to see more of the world Brandon writes about? Want to meet your favorite heroes in reality, not just dreams and hallucinations? Always wanted to taste actual chouta? Sign up here to join Lark's new exposure treatment plan, where you will get to experience a guided tour of the Cosmere, Cytoverse, Reckonerverse, and much more! More details coming soon. Signing up for this program may result in death by Shardblade, Chasmfiend digestion, disappointment, dysentery, disintegration, defenestration, or any other fantasy or ordinary death you can think of. This program is currently awaiting approval from the head staff of the Insanity Clinic for the Moderately Brandonfandonitis Afflicted.

As the proud second son of a second son of a second son, I was appalled to find a thread marketed solely towards oldest siblings, completely excluding the entirety of the great community of second oldest siblings. So I have created this thread, as a safe haven for all manner of complaints about not only younger siblings, but also older siblings.

I got my current username because my old one was “llstml” (points if you can guess the acronym) and I didn’t think that worked very well for TLT, where, for those of you not well-versed in that thread, it is traditional to have a ‘Narrator’ character that shares one’s own username. I didn’t think ‘Narrator Llstml’ had a very good ring to it, so I eventually decided on ‘Nameless’ instead.

Oh dear, he’s noticed us. Quick, act stupid so he won’t think too much of it. Pineapples. Yummy. I love pineapples.

Nameless stood awkwardly, waiting for the ceremony to be done with. Are you supposed to lock your legs, or not lock your legs? I can never remember.

Nameless realized he hadn't gotten a wedding gift, so he grabbed the nearest object he could find (a bouquet of flowers) and transmuted it to cuendillar.