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NameIess

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  1. Nameless sat up groggily. “Three seconds.”
  2. Nameless obliviously fell through the trapdoor and knocked himself out.
  3. Meanwhile, Nameless wandered the basement, having gotten lost trying to find the proper place to install the new door for the basement.
  4. Nameless was making a new door in the back yard.
  5. Nameless rolled his eyes. “What kind of unoriginal idiot would put something so pedestrian as alcohol in grape jui-hey wait, where’d he go? Also, do you think he’s allergic to dragon blood?”
  6. Nameless looked shocked. “What kind of grape juice do you drink that has alcohol in it?”
  7. “That’s good, because this is grape juice.”
  8. Nameless handed Silhouette a mug. “Coffee?”
  9. The angry mob finished their preparations and lit the torches.
  10. Nope, never done that. (Or have I?) Never have I ever eaten a worm.
  11. Nameless laughed maniacally while swinging a Saidin-infused Honorblade, which now doubled as a Sa'angreal.
  12. Everyone looked at each other, shrugged, and continued preparing to kill the voice.
  13. Unintelligible narrowed his eyes, sharpening his harpoon. "The wind hates me."
  14. Everyone in the room paused in their voice-murdering preparations to stare at Stephen. Nameless was the first to speak up "Wind? I thought it was a death monster coming for my pancakes."
  15. No one knew what word they were supposed to say, so they decided that the voice was evil.
  16. The silver's swirling slowed morosely. "I... can't remember. It'd been so long since I've had a mind. Maybe you could find out? You're a Narrator, right?"
  17. "I'm Truthlash. You really want to remember me?"
  18. Truthlash gasped, silvery form swirling. “You remember me?”
  19. Nameless pointedly ignored the mockery. Truthlash sat alone in the darkness, whimpering softly.
  20. "Great! Now, to make sure no one thinks about our conversation too much, let's do some fancy Narrating." Far off in the distant realm of the Forgotten, a tiny Spark formed. The Spark of imagination, a Narrator peering backwards into the ultimate destination. The place where all their creations, even the Narrators themselves, would one day end. But these details did not matter to the Forgotten. The newest of them were barely cognizant enough to remember their lives as anything but a smear of color and chaos. But this Spark changed that. It was a spark of opportunity. Perhaps the last chance any of these pitiable once-beings had at revival. If they could but reach it, their lives would begin anew. One Forgotten soul struggled in the faint shine of the Spark, fighting to reach the spark and reclaim what it had once been. Silvery dust swirled, forming into something almost corporeal, almost physical enough to move and claim it's second chance! But alas, the Spark began to fade. Just as the being became cognizant enough to realize how deeply it desired to live once again, the chance faded to blackness before its almost-eyes. Pain ripped through the creature's soul, the agony of knowing that no living soul would ever utter its name again. That not a single Narrator cared enough to look and see it. The creature wept, tears of silver hissing as they hit the faded nothingness of the ground. "Truthlash" It whispered through the tears, with voice regained just too late for salvation. "My name was Truthlash. Why can't you just remember me?" And then there was silence.
  21. "Great! Just think about how funny it'll be. Everyone will act completely normally around me, when in all reality my face is that of a horrifying monstrosity!" Nameless cackled rustily some more.
  22. "Never tell anyone about my jaw. Just act like you would normally act around a guy with a hideous metallic jaw, and give no explanation for it."
  23. Nameless laughed creakily. "So, Wizard. Would you mind doing me a favor?"
  24. Nameless smiled. Or tried to. His hideous metallic jaw made it hard to convey human emotions. "I should really stop bringing attention to it. If no one brings my jaw up for a few pages, they'll just forget that it exists entirely."
  25. "Thanks." Nameless grabbed the oil and swallowed the can whole.
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