Szeth Pancakes

no win for u win for me

There's a lot of jargon, but if you ask questions and post lots (even if you don't do as much analysis) it starts making sense really quick. No, but I love watching speedrun streams (especially smaller ones where the chat can interact more). On a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you like chocolate?

Nopeadoodles 1. This character is powerful. 2. This character has talked to Hoid. 3. This character has appeared in one of Brandon’s five most recent cosmere novels.

No. 1. This character is powerful. 2. This character has talked to Hoid.

Oh, that's just my pet [unreadable glyph]. Don't worry -- she probably won't eat you. She might destroy your mind and turn your body into a puppet to serve her nefarious ends, though. Have you signed up for my SE game and if not why not.

Cool. I'll see if anyone else who can be around at rollover wants to do it first, but it would be super helpful to just have someone around to take actions earlier in the day, since I've got work.

1. This character is powerful.

About fi- ooh, shiny! Have you read anything by Neal Stephenson?

MR64: Shades of Crimson It was night again. The Crimson Tavern lay in silence, and it was a silence of- Well, never mind, thought the bartender as the foreigners stamped into the tavern, laughing raucously. "Why's it so quiet in here?" yelled one of them. He wasn't actually yelling, but his voice reverberated off the walls of the tavern, returning to the bartender's ears again and again in a cacophony of unwanted noise. The bartender grumbled unhappily, and his sentiment was echoed by the tavern's three other occupants. (The foreigners didn't count, as they seemed not to truly occupy the tavern, inasmuch as a wrecking ball wouldn't be considered to occupy the house it was about to demolish.) "Daggum forters," one of the men sitting at the bar said under his breath. He had hard eyes and a long, black beard. Though he'd been a fixture of the tavern every night for the past ten, maybe twenty years, the bartender didn't know his name. "Tavern's for quiet." The bartender nodded in assent. Forters -- folks from fortress towns, of course, just where are you from, anyway? Never mind, doesn't matter -- forters didn't appreciate the solemn, brooding air of a tavern. If you wanted to be loud, you could be loud in the solitude and decency of your own home. The foreigners continued their clattering and clamoring, taking seats at one of the tables. Nobody had used the tables in at least a decade. A forter woman -- or, the bartender thought she was a forter. The truth was more complicated, and somewhat less believable. We'll get there -- tried to sit on one of the stools, and the legs crumbled beneath her. "Storms!" she shouted, falling to the floor and eliciting a chuckle from the bartender. She picked herself up, preserving an impressive amount of dignity, and slid over a different stool, testing her weight on it before sitting. "Why in Damnation does the boss think the asset is here, of all places?" she said to her companions in her own language. "I swear, if this is another storming dead end..." "Did you know that the locals literally call the forests here Damnation?" commented her colleague. "Or, whatever their word is." He paused. "Heel," he said, sounding out the unfamiliar syllable. "Hopefully they'll put up a fight," said another woman. "I didn't just sign up to trudge around backwater planets and drink in cremhole inns." The group nodded in agreement. Outside the tavern, the night wore on. The homestead of Crimson, on the outskirts of inhabited Threnody, has protected a mysterious and powerful force for generations. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, it could cause a cataclysm of a magnitude far beyond what any of the homesteaders could imagine. When strange foreigners arrive in Threnody one day in search of the power, neither party is prepared for the bloodshed that ensues... Welcome to MR64: Shades of Crimson! I, @Szeth_Pancakes, will be your GM. A co-GM would be nice, since my schedule for the next month or so is shaping up to be busier than I anticipated. Let me know via PM or in the thread if you're interested. General Rules. Factions. Roles. Items. Mechanics. Order of Actions. The game will begin at 7:30 PM PDT on Wednesday, July 12. Should be pretty chill (at least in comparison to Ash's shard game or KKC). RP-ful play is encouraged Participants. Quick Links.

nope. I'm living life on the Edge tpbm has bad seasonal allergies

*sigh*

Welp

Same my dude

According to onelook.com, most words that follow that pattern have an i in them. @DrakeMarshall

drake *sigh* Uh, saxophone

Ah. I thought you’d have figured out by now that I’ve been playing you. I’m not actually Frost

Remind me: what are you again? also: y @DrakeMarshall

@PyroPhile & @The Aspiring Archivist

What is our incentive not to do this.

Oh. i think I missed something

hi drake bye drake oh and also: E edit: WHY THE STORMS ARE WE GOING FOR A JOINT WIN OVER A CLEAN VILLAGE WIN???!! DRAKE CLEARLY HAS SOMETHING UP HIS SLEEVE. THIS IS NOT HELPING

More warning lights flashed on the control panel. “Gales—“ they shouted, before gravity (mitigated by the ship, of course, but there was only so much r-grav systems could do) flung the occupants of the ship, including the bed and drying rack, into the wall opposite the control panel. Allera slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

“Two space suits. No ancillaries — this ship isn’t big enough for that, unfortunately.” “Someone’s trying to attack us. Not sure who. Hang tight — I’ve got this.” Allera’s ship expertly curved between the missiles; attempting to send them back towards the hostile vessel. One clipped the side of it, and a warning light flashed on the control panel, but the inner systems of the ship appeared undamaged.

I try. TPBM needs a book but doesn’t want to get invested in one the day before SP3 comes out.