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Ft and FOTD waited for their enemy, and waited, and waited. They didn't come. Suddenly a thought entered into FT's head: "Why would they want a cloning machine when the Champion can already create endless hordes of them?"

The gummy bears charged out into the open space in between the tower and the buildings surrounding it, then stopped. Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and larg sections of ground cracked. Out of the ground came gummy snakes, followed by thousands of sour-patch kids armed with candy corn launchers, candy knives, and mint blades. They attacked "And they have infinite troops, with that Champion of theirs," said general wheat. Ghanderflaffle knew she would be too late, even now the candy was breaching the tower's front doors. The army got to the tower just in time to see the last dregs of the candy army enter into it. General corn yelled to his troops: "The only thing standing in between them and the cloning machine is TFOD! Thank goodness it is on the top floor. Get in there and help him!"

The champion struggled back to it's feet, summoning a new blade, and took Ghanderflaffles rest as an opportunity to blast another hole in the healthy lines. Again, the candy that made it through ignored the defenders, instead charging into the city. The gummy bears charged over the barricades, single-mindedly heading for the tower in the center of the city.

The Champion laughed: "You think you know my goal, do you?" It stumbled from the force of the narrators combined assault, then unleashed a burst of energy, blasting them all back, before falling to one knee, breathing heavily. Meanwhile the army of the unhealthy battered continually against the healthy lines. The Champions blast knocked a hole in the asparagus' lines, allowing a battalion of gummy bears to break through. Oddly, instead of pressing the advantage and flanking the enemy, they charged through the gap into the city, splitting into three groups.

The champion causally blasted the Asha'man into atoms, converted the atoms into anti-matter, then threw the anti-matter at Ghanderflaffle.

Then the Champion laughed: "You did not honestly expect me to fall to a simple sentence, did you? Though my armies may fall to such an attack, I myself am quite immune." The Champion glowed more brightly, and out of it began flowing an endless horde of candy, each more unhealthy than the last. The Champion itself strode forwards, destroying the failing protein shield with a single swipe from it's blade, and prepared to attack the wall. The Champion looked down at Ghanderflafle and smiled: "It would seem that I at last have the opportunity to kill my first narrator. Come, and see what you can do against ME, little narrator" It let loose a blast of energy that vaporized a section of the wall, allowing it's armies to pour into the city, and then swung it's massive sword directly towards Ghanderflaffle with enough force to demolish an entire mountain.

"Silence?" The beast queried. "Is that who you are? Do not think to interfere, though I admire you, you shall not stop me from my goal" The champion turned back towards the city, summoning another bolt of energy and firing it towards the city. This time the shield managed to deflect it, barely, and it ricochet off into the distance, hitting a tiny moving speck right next to a broken tree.

The champion of all the unhealthy strode forwards. It radiated an aura of unhealthiness, causing the defenders to wither. Even the narrators were affected by it's dread aura. Then it grew. It grew taller than the wall, then taller than a mountain, then so tall that it's head seemed to scrape the top of the thread. Hordes of candy without end swarmed towards the city, mintopults prepared to fire, and soda cannons lined up to destroy the front gates. Then the beast spoke: "You are NOTHING before me. Your powers can do naught against me." The beast unleashed a blast of energy that warped the very fabric of the thread itself into the city, casually ripping through the protein shield before slamming directly into FT.

Meanwhile, the candy army regrouped for a second assault. Their leader, a chocolate bunny the size of a building, shouted out with a voice that could crack mountains: "Begin the ritual! summon the gods of high-fructose corn syrup and sugar! bring forth the sacrifices!" Several fruits and veggies unfortunate enough to be captured were carried out, wrapped in chains made of candy cane, by a horde of chanting jelly-babies and gummy bears. The oranges were led into a presser, were all the sugar was squeezed out of them. The apple's seeds were ripped out of their chests to make cyanide, and the corn's blood was used to create high-fructose corn syrup. All of these horrifying ingredients were mixed, then dumped into the dreaded soda volcano. A hush fell over the crowd of watching candy, as the volcano began to bubble violently. A whirling tornado of sugar burst out of the volcano, followed by an eruption of corn syrup: "Why have you summoned us?" the two gods said in harmony. "Who DARES interrupt our slumber?" Shaking slightly, the chocolate bunny managed to answer in a strong voice: "It is I, the leader of the candy, whom you empowered so that all may fall before us. We have entered into battle against the forces of healthiness, and though they were aided by several narrators, we managed to slay a narrator, Rosharan A.C., as well as slaying a good number of their forces and demolishing the breadmunk HQ. I summon you to beg your guidance, as their forces, though they suffered a defeat, are still mighty. We require a new champion capable of distracting the narrators." The gods rumbled, considering the chocolate bunny's words. Finally, they spoke: "We will aid thee in thine quest. As one mix of healthy with unhealthy was so successful, we shall do so again. Bring us one of your captives, and we shall turn them to our side" A captive apple was quickly rushed forwards, and chained to a rock before the twin gods. The apple barely had time to scream before it was consumed by the sugar. the watching candy could barely make out it's form, thrashing and jerking amidst the hail of sugar. When it was over, the apple had transformed into a humanoid made of gum a hundred feet tall, with a tag that read: "apple flavored gum! flavor lasts indefinitely!" The watching crowd started to cheer, but they cut off as the gum beast was covered by a gush of high-fructose corn syrup. When the torrent ended, the beast was now almost as tall as the volcano itself. It was coated in a thick armor of glowing lollipop, with a blade and shield made of candy cane, each easily larger than a building. It roared, with a sound that echoed throughout the thread, causing earthquakes and tsunami's, leveling buildings, and cracking mountains. If the mimes had not recently reinforced the barrier between around TLT, then the entire 17th shard would have shook. "We have created for you a champion unmatched" the dual gods proclaimed. "It is unmatched in strength, and utterly loyal to the forces of the unhealthy. It can control his size at will, and is highly resistant to narratorial energies. It cannot be stopped by a single sentence from a narrator, although it is not completely immune to their powers. It exudes an aura of purest unhealthium, and can create legions of soldiers at a whim. Is this champion suitable for you?" The leader of the candy smiled. "Yes, my lords, this will do most nicely. Those narrators won't know what hit them!" He turned to his lieutenants, smiling. "Prepare our forces for a full assault on Vegtium city." Looking back at his forces, he shouted: "WE MARCH TONIGHT!"

What Kaladin meant was that he was being paid like a lighteyed officer of sixth dahn whould be if they held the position of head guard for the Kholins. He referenced their dahn not because they were paid more for it, but because that was the rank you would normally have to be in order to be the head of a Highprince's guard.

What is your least favorite movie of all time?

Wages are the same for lighteyes and darkeyes, lighteyes just get better jobs.

Pretty good, especially as I'm *winning*

*Wins more convincingly*

Sorry, I was getting it mixed up with the banner thingy that Vargo made. *winning* is content though. Nothing spammy about *wins*

Spolers for Mistborn: secret history:

According to the OP, (which is from a looooooooooonnnnnnng time ago admittedly,) that is the purpose of this thread. Although, it would seem that *winning* has become more important, so, if you wish to throw off the bonds of the troublesome OP, then simply cease posting and allow me to *win*. If, on the other hand, you wish to accept you destiny, continue posting.

A shadowy figure approached the Bozo and Hazel.

Come on guys, you're only 200 pages or so behind TLT! You can catch up! (maybe).

Would you agree that whatever Kaladin has been, he is not racist as of the end of OB?

"Who am I again?" Bozo wondered out loud. "I seem to have forgotten were I came from."

Another quote, that was brought up earlier by Pathfinder, was this: Kaladin doesn't mistrust the lighteyes specifically because they are lighteyes, but instead because they are in power. This is before Kaladin meets any good examples, and he has figured out that power has a tendency of corrupting everyone.

Kaladin distrusts Lighteyes in general, because they have all treated him badly, but he does not discriminate against lighteyes who show themselves to be good people, as shown by the fact that he likes the wall guard, trusts the Kholins, and allows Lighteyes into bridge four. He distrusts them because in general, the lighteyes in power are corrupt. But when he is given reason to trust them, he does so.

Long story short, we are fairly certain that the Rosharan afterlife isn't a place, the "Tranquiline halls" are mostly superstition mixed with the fact that the Rosharans originally came from Ashyn, but had to migrate after they destroyed it.