Mat

I forgot junk mail, I'll do it later today. Here's my one for today

Apalkuthugion frin kewquoacbed milawesod?

Well, Ash and I joined May-June, so that might give you a bit of an idea. I don’t know for anyone else though.

Yes, thank you. Bael uses 10 power to create a massive volcano at the center of his mountain range, but in front of it, and 5 more to make lava spill out in front of the range to either side of the world, effectively making a moat of lava around his mountain range with a volcano in the center.

The map didn't work, could you put it again?

You get: a shadow of my hand! Of course it’s sideways. Of course.

I am social. I just am bad at being social. No offense taken

Hmmm I think a lot of it is that Twilight is known as like the ‘girl romance vampire book’ and I’d say 95% of guys haven’t read it, including me :P. But first, I haven’t read it so I dunno, and second I very much doubt it’s a bad book. Actually, I’d say if most of the dissers are teen boys the book’s reputation (and theirs) has a lot to do with it, and less with the quality of the book itself. As for the actual question, I’m not very good at that so sorry But maybe that helped you realize more of why.

Philico raised a hand. “I could perhaps do that easily, with my, y’know...” He parted the hordelings making up his hand, sending them crawling over each other in a mass before resolidifying.

hehe

Philico nodded. A sound choice- at least he presumed, as he’d never been himself. It without a doubt would be warmer than his choice, though.

Philico nods, and follows Fadran to the mural.

“It’s called Hoth...”

Philico forms by the group. “I know where we can get sleds.”

*Checks top of page* Haha didn't even see the new prompt So, nope.

So I was on my phone last night at 9:57, and I knew it would shut off (my downtime is at 10) and I remembered that I hadn't done the prompt yet. So I went to camera and put my phone on the ground, taking the picture of the floor- but it's just a black screen, cause of how close I was. Then I went to edit that picture and just selected markup, picked the white marker, and... yeah, that. I was gonna have the on top, but it was 9:59 when I started so I just gave it up and hightailed it to the Shard. The literal second after I posted it my phone shut off.

Don’t. Ask.

Bael used 15 power to create a medium-sized mountain range surrounding the border of his swamp. He roared, again, and raised his arms to the sky.

Hehe. It’s fine as I hadn’t started it anyway.

Philico forms in the living room and looks around. "What's going on?"

You stole my idea! (Not for the story/series itself, but the idea of doing a story series.) Guess I'll start drawing

Notani N Quisitor, Murder Hornet Trainer and Comically Large Sunglasses Enthusiast, was extremely infuriated. The majority of the others had turned to him, despite The Lord Ruler’s assurance that Notani was loyal. And he was! Obviously he was, as The Lord Ruler said it! It was so! He just didn’t understand. Well, reasoning couldn’t hurt. “Why, then.” He said to the bunch. “Why must you kill me, when I’ve been proven loyal? Do you want me to remove my hood?” “No!” one of them said. “That’s against the code!” Another answered Notani’s question. “Your name. It’s extremely obvious.” Notani gaped in disbelief. “But it says it right there! Not an Inquisitor! It is obvious indeed! But not for what you’re thinking!” If Notani could see the figure, he would have narrowed his eyes at their sneer. “Only an Inquisitor would try that tactic.”, they said. “But The Lord Ruler himself confirmed me as loyal!” “Loyal to whom? The Inquisitors? We have no proof of his allegiance.” Notani shook his head in sadness. The arguments were there, but they were wrong. It was a pity he had left behind his murder hornets in their nest. He wanted to sic them on the mob. He adjusted his sunglasses, their huge rims extending his hood out like that green wrinkly creature from that comic book of his youth. “Well then, if us Obligators are going to lose this war, you might as well get on with it quickly.” The mob obliged. * * * Narrator: The scene is set: Gloomy Kredik Shaw, spiraling up through swirling mists of darkness. Death hangs in the air, a nasty stench. Ominous, yet sad, music plays. Music: Bu Ba Bu DUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!! Narrator: And there's our hero! Murder Mystery Case Solver Extraordinaire!!! Put your hands together for... SOMEBODY F. INQUISITIVE!!!! *canned applause* Somebody F. Inquisitive: *stoops around Kredik Shaw. Holds magnifying glass against the blood stains.* Well I darn say there's been an Inquisitor around these parts! Narrator: Yes, I believe we know that. *canned laughter* Somebody F. Inquisitive: It's a peculiar scent, one that can only belong to one person! I know just who it is. Music: Ba DUM Narrator: Our brave detective saunters off to find the others, but doesn't make it. *canned gasps* *swoosh noise* Music: *sad noises* *trombone fail noise* Inquisitor: *Laughs* Somebody F. Inquisitive: *Falls over.* OUCH! Narrator (sadly): And thus is the end of our detective, felled by a cowardly knife in the dark. Thanks for watching, folks. *canned applause* * * * The night was silent after Notani and Somebody's deaths, save for a few scurrying rats and footsteps. Vapor strode for a tall spire at the corner of Kredik Shaw, as previously planned. The other two were waiting for her. "Is it done?" Jester asked, referencing Somebody's death. "Yes." was her reply. It had been easy. The poor fool hadn't bothered to run. Jester nodded, and the both of them turned to the third member of their group, a strange creature who called himself Vigor. He was not from Scadrial, and had not been extremely active in their quest, but it had been enough. The creature nodded, signaling his approval. The three turned, parting ways to finish the job, for good. The Imperium was theirs. Vapor dispatched Nardaf, sending the poor obligator across his own room. He would live, but uncomfortably. Sometimes that was more fun that killing anyway. Jester was to bully Noorden, sending him far away never to return. Vigor, on his way back to the Perpendicularity, would capture Flamel and take them with him. But there was one more thing Vapor and Jester had to do. It was a new dawn in the Imperium, and they had to pay dear old Rashek a visit. * * * TJ Shade- or rather, The Lord Ruler, Rashek. TJ Shade was just an alias- was panicking. His plans were falling apart by the minute, every discovery of allegiance being slayed in the dark. He feared for the worst, and yet at the same time knew he himself would be safe- perhaps 'the worst' was simply loss of respect. With every passing second Rashek grew more nervous, however ridiculous that was. Where were they? Finally, the door banged open, revealing two hooded figures. They didn't stay that way for long, throwing back the hoods to reveal Vapor and Jester, grins on their spiked faces. Rashek groaned, annoyed at the missed opportunity. "Who was the third?" he whispered. Vapor laughed. "Vigor, the poor thing. Didn't know what he had gotten himself into." Rashek growled. Not even an Inquisitor, brought to their side! Jester stepped forward. "Lord Ruler, we are your servants. Just because you picked the losing side of this war to back doesn't change that now that it's over. I, for one, am glad you still live to rule." Now Vapor advanced. "But, that doesn't mean we're annoyed." She paused. "Very annoyed." Rashek laughed. "A threat, is it?" He released a powerful wave of soothing, sending the two Inquisitors to their knees. "No, you can do nothing against me. Remember that. Recall this moment, if you ever feel further defiance, and remember how easy it would be for me to end your lives. Destroy your existence." He released them, and they gasped, but regained their footing. "Very well." said Vapor. "Master. But the Inquisitors rule the Imperium now. You can't change that." "No." Rashek admitted. "With the war over, it is fine. Rule the Obligators as you will. Leave me now." Jester gave a nod, and they left. Rashek sighed, then slid down in his throne. Indeed, the Imperium had a new secondary ruling force. It was a new dawn, one that would not shine as brightly as he wanted. The Inquisitors were capable, but brutal. But at least, in the end, it was over. And Rashek still lived. That, more than anything, was mankind's greatest blessing. Danex was lynched! He was an Obligator! Somebody from Sel was killed! He was an Obligator of the Canton of Resource! Vote Count: Danex (2): Sart, JesterLavorre Elandera (0): TJ Shade The Inquisitors have won! That is the end of MR46: A Broken Imperium! I thank you all for playing. I greatly enjoyed GMing for y'all, and will run games in the future. Thanks for making my first enjoyable! Player List: GM Notes: Congrats to @Gears, @Vapor, @Ookla the Sprinkle (Jester), and @Elandera/@Amanuensis for winning the game! Recognition to @TJ Shade for being an excellent Lord Ruler Special congrats to @Gears for staying alive after being roleblocked C1. Well done in your first elim game! Much thanks to @Ookla the Channelknight (Fadran) for stepping in for @Mist, @Sart for stepping in for @The Happy Obligator, and especially @Elandera for stepping in for @Amanuensis as an elim under pressure at lylo. Thank you guys so much! My PM folder for this game had 98 messages, which is 9 more than the entirety of the rest of my inbox. @Quinn0928 and @Gears's PM had 840 messages when Gears died, which- unanimously according to veteran memories- is the longest 1-on-1 PM in the history of SE The Dead Doc reached a grand total of 91 pages! Read it if you dare! I'd recommend it, of course. There's some gems in there Doc Links: Master Spreadsheet The Cognitive Realm: Dead Doc The Inquisition: Elim Doc Kredik Shaw: Lord Ruler Doc Once again a big thank you to all who participated, pinch-hit, and spectated! It truly was enjoyable to GM.