Bearer of all agonies

Topien took the card, and scrammed. He walked away, looking down at the card. He glanced at Nekri. “You coming? Or are you staying with them?” @I think I am here.

Yeah, I know. It’s really hard to choose.

Nope. I win. It’s also easier if I win.

Ooh, good one. Mine is way of kings. What’s your favorite cosmere character?

It’s actually easier if I win. I

A Talon guard paced the deck of a ship, wondering if he should commit. He knew he needed to escape, but he didn’t know if he should rescue the prisoners or not. He acted like he was on watch, but he was actually forming a few plans. One about how he could escape, one to rescue the prisoners, and one to kill the captain. He kept pacing, anxious.

Welcome to the Shard, @ConfusedRambutan! What’s your favorite cosmere book?

You’re not too late! I probably said this before, but all I dream about is flying, and that’s why I cliff jump so much.

Hehe, of course. That’s how it usually is.

I seem to have lost it completely. And I cant speak it even remotely good anymore.

Oooh, 101 is good. but 22’s better

Oh. Ok. *wins*

Yes! readthemallreadthemallreadthemall!

You mean Bri-ish spelling? Fun Fact: I was born in England, but I lost my Bri-ish accent like five years back. So now, for some reason, all of my classmates are speaking in(terrible) Bri-ish accents.

Yes, much shorter. I think The Mistborn books are all around 600 pages, whereas Warbreaker and Elantris are 500-600 pages.

Well of course. 10 is dope. But, yeah, 19 is cool *thumbs up, I like all numbers but 22 is superior.*

It already does, right? I mean, more pages, more words per post, more posts. . .

. . . What cult?

Join the list! Oh no. It didn’t work.

I don’t fight nerds. . . anyway, I’m in!

The Shadow kept searching. He knew that he didn’t have much time to find the bird before it moved on. He hadn’t found a single mention of it until he found an arrival on the paper about a photographer that took a photo of it. When he had read it, it said that a bird had just caught fire. But he knew better. The bird didn’t catch on fire. It was fire. When he found out where the photographer lived, he immediately set out to find her. He was on his way right now actually. He rounded a street corner, passing burned-out buildings. He kept to the shadows, as was part of his nature. He checked the address again, 228 Wall Street. He took a deep breath, and knocked.

Well of course. 16 is dope. But, yeah, 19 is cool.

I’m just askin if ya like 19. . . . do you?