Thaidakar the Ghostblood

"I really should..." Impossible pulled his axe out, just in case. He jumped, suddenly realizing Everyone was there. "When did you get here?"

I don't believe it's on. Though,I do think it would be really awesome.

Impossible blinked, "just another problem on my plate... great."

Thaidakar's mind For a long time, Thaidakar just drifted. Perhaps it was better to remain in bliss, at least for the time being. He was too dangerous for the outside world. It was better to not be there to trouble them. No, you can't think like that. Odd, what was that voice? Why did it sound so familiar...? He felt like he was floating. Maybe he could just drift, let everyone forget about the soulless who could be the greatest threat yet. And yet... he knew he couldn't do that. Thaidakar had to continue clinging to life, to his sanity; or, to what he had left of his sanity anyway. He had to wake up. He started to fight again. Something akin to laughter filled his mind, eerie and undoubtedly evil. Thaidakar pushed against it, trying to break out of the odd mind prison. It pushed back against him, with a little less than equal strength. So, it wasn't a perfect trap. Excellent. He just had to overwhelm it. The question was, how to do so? He pondered for what seemed like eternity. Resolve filled him as he realized what he needed to do. Truth was the enemy of lies. Perhaps it was time to give truth to the lie that was himself. He felt the thing inside him jeering at him, what was this? what was its prisoner doing this time? Thaidakar whispered something unintelligible. He seemed scared to say it. It didn't work. He sighed, he had to say it out loud. He said louder, but still partially a whisper, "I am a hero." Thaidakar almost laughed at himself, why was it hard for him to admit that? But... it made sense all the same. Thaidakar hated himself for all he'd done. He'd seen himself as a villain for longer than he could remember. That was what gave the thing inside him the most power. The prison exploded in a burst of light. Unknown Thaidakar groaned, all his muscles ached. He licked his dry lips and stood up slowly and painfully. Thaidakar picked up his glasses -thank goodness they weren't shattered- and put them on. He looked around, where... It was a large field with dark, glassy black outcroppings all around. Something shadowy moved in the grasses nearby. He sighed, this was just great.

But... but I wanted the donuts! I... I don't know what to say.

Depends, is the meaning of life up to interpretation or not?

I pound you using hulk fists and jump onto a building, sandwich slightly squished in my hands.

The police, having been watching the whole time, bring Sequence in for killing someone.

I, having put secret devices on the thief, take control of their mind.

I thought of this while reading. each and every one is them at different moments in the book.

The mercenaries shall be born anew!

nah, it's fine bro. tho, thanks for letting me know about the TLM meme page, I will go there immediately.

shall the ancient wars begin again?

Inquisitor am I.

this isn't for the lost metal. this is for the longest thread misadventures.

The shadow wasn't Emulation's either. 347

why don't we have one of these yet? this needs to become a thing. there are plenty of meme worthy moments. and one to start us off.

make a vroom vroom sound near the checkout. When you are vacuuming.

In the ruins of Kalithor, the sword was stabbed into a mysterious, glowing stone. Shadow walked up to it, Shadow being in one of its forms. It was a tall, pale man with raven black hair and a bit of arrogance in the way it walked. Shadow looked the sword over, taking a memory. It got into the act more. He, being Shadow, walked up and pulled a device out of his pocket. He put a part of it to the sword, and then at the rock, all the while watching a small monitor on the device carefully. He nodded after he was done, as if expecting the results. "Who are you?" asked someone behind Shadow. Shadow turned sharply, it was Impossible. He let out a sigh of relief, "well, I'm glad you aren't something come to kill me, death is so uncomfortable." Impossible blinked, "who are you, why are you here? And... what is that sword?" "I believe you are behind the times, my friend," said Shadow, sarcasm slipping into his voice, "Plot attacked TLT, this is his sword. It has some remnant of his soul in it. I believe it's some form of a horcrux, just not copyrighted." "You still haven't answered my question." Impossible kept a hand on a large axe in his belt. "I am Shadow," said Shadow drily, "I believe we've met. Your master, Nowhere, knows one of myself well enough." "One of yourself." Impossible echoed. "what the storms is that supposed to mean?" Shadow winked, "we'll see if you catch on. For now... keep an eye on this sword. Tell Nowhere about it, he should have some idea of what to do with it. Give him my best wishes." Shadow disappeared with a burst of dark vapor. Impossible shook his head slowly, watching the sword. He wondered, was this sword really Plot's own blade?

-so that's why the ate broken glass! The kittens sure love that... Power, pure power.

Indeed, indeed...

Shadow blinked, it wasn't that shadow. It was one of the other shadows. 343

always. TPBM has been soulcasted.

A shadow slipped into the thread. 341

I know I have, but I can't, for the life of me, remember the word. TPBM is a stick.