Ranryu

And his horribly mutated genetic experiments, which he called ELFS. That's right, kids. Santa's not as nice as you thought he was.

"Woah. That's cool. I don't think anyone's ever talked to me with their mind before." Wynn frowned. "Or maybe they have. Who knows?"

"FLUTE!" - Me, any time I meet another flute player

Dragon marshmallows! I must be dreaming! Wynn stuffed her face with the mythical treats. "What's this about a trident?" She asked through a full mouth.

I blew up a spaceship right after some aliens ate some people. Does that count?

"Who's Nameless?" Wynn asked. "Haly, can I have a marshmallow?"

Wynn nodded. "Gotta watch out for those random guys who trap people in white rooms. They're never good. So how is this tower thingy supposed to fix your soul?"

Wynn winced. "Yikes. I'm glad my amnesia didn't come with any actual injuries. Those marshmallows probably came from Haly though. She has a thing for them, I've noticed. How did your soul get damaged in the first place?"

"I promise, that card doesn't explode. Some of my other ones maybe, but Ranryu is a storm dragon. It controls wind and stuff." Wynn turned to TAAron. "So what needs doing?"

"A duel monsters card. I put it into my duel disk like this," She put the card into a slot on the disk. "and the ARC system turns it into a hologram." The end of the duel disk shimmered for a second, then a small dragon appeared, golden-green scales glittering as it wrapped around Wynn's shoulders. "I added some mods and magic to my disk, so to holograms literally come to life."

Wynn flinched at Mell and held her hands up, shiny purple duel disk sensing her increased heart rate. "Woah. Knife.... um... I'm Wynn. Haly and I were stuck in this weird dimension, but we found a signal that brought us here." The Ranryu card vibrated in her hand. "I think this is for you?" Wynn held it out to TAAron.

Wynn turned around. "Hi?" @Ookla the Inverted

The Ranryu card glowed brightly at that. Wynn shook it, wondering if her ARC system was malfunctioning. "Hmm... Who's TAAron?"

Wynn shook her head sharply. "I'm sure I'll find whoever it is eventually. Now what are we doing here? It seems like my disk tossed us in the middle of something."

Wynn clicked open the box. A card was glowing brightly. The image depicted a green and gold dragon, poised to strike. Ranryu. But why is it glowing? As Wynn examined the card, its glow faded. "Hmmm. I think I need to give this to somebody... but I'm not sure who."

The box clipped to Wynn's belt begins to glow.

Wynn's duel disk teleports the pair to this dimension, ending the Propendity Proposal. Wynn blinked in confusion. "I... I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm happy to do whatever you need!"

The butt is glowing. Explode the butt- @The Wandering Wizard Mmmm. Slime - @Ookla the Perpetual So who’s gonna have an alien burst out of their chest first? - @The Wandering Wizard

He would. But he would be King of a Pit of Dead Owens. You really want sovereignty over that?

All I do all day is think of these things. We would also cut the owens knees off and replace them with hover platforms so they can kneel in the air (but they can't fly because then they could escape). They would be armed with pool noodles that travel at the speed of light. We would just throw all the owens in a pit and watch what happens. If they're wise, they will form teams and eventually attempt to escape the pit. If they are not wise, they will kill each other and the last owen standing will declare himself king.

I envy people who have broken feet. They get to zooom around on scooters, and EVERYONE MUST YIELD TO THEM!! Imagine if we had all the male sharders stand in a line, and then the brakes on the scooter "stopped working" just as we were driving it towards them. Destruction! Chaos! Getting to say the word zooom a lot! We (girls) would finally win this war! (The other option is an underground owen fighting ring, because there are so many people named owen; odds are we have a few on the shard)

Mass destruction? Can I have some root?

Sometimes I randomly look over @Ookla the Forgettable's shoulder and say things, and then she types them. (Why was I thinking about cranberries?) Can I have a throne? Made from various abstract nouns?

The Belowplace "Okay." Wynn dismissed marshmallon, unflinching as it dissipated into golden pixels. "Now, to choose. Should we take signal 2980935e495, or signal 2485739µ987? My duel disk says they're both capable of sustaining life, but it can't access any other data."