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Longshot97

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  1. This character is not Yokska. The Clues: 1. This character is a seamstress 2. This character is a mother
  2. * cue rimshot * Amusing as that is, this character is not Felt.
  3. Granted. Ever hear of the nose kazoo? Oh, and you can no longer sing. I wish for a penny.
  4. This character is not Feldeu. Nice guess.
  5. The Awakener feels the sudden urge to recount the history of the mysterious Third Party, particularly of its long and arduous battle against the First and Second Parties, only to emerge triumphant against all odds. Shaking off that particular urge, she jumps off the cliff in pursuit of the Sandwich, trusting in her Awakened tunic to break her fall. She uncoils a rope, commanding it to grab the Sandwich as she plummets past the parachuting target.
  6. Point of clarification: The Connection of the Worldspike allows all residents of the Alleycity to hear their own language spoken when communicating. Does this prevent people from holding discussions in different languages (in the interest of secrecy) or using codes and cyphers? Is Intent a factor here?
  7. Granted. You are now dead. It's too early in the morning to be creative. I wish for a genie in a bottle.
  8. The Third Party decides to enlist an Awakener, who sends a Lifeless squirrel over to steal the sandwich, all the while congratulating herself on how original her ideas are.
  9. Granted. You are now functionally incapable of secrecy or sneakiness. I wish for a functional NOKIA.
  10. Correct. I just so happen to LOVE it. I have a problem. TPBM is responding from their mobile device.
  11. The Feruchemist, well and truly baffled at these games, taps every bit of aluminum he has stored to be certain of his own identity. The resulting functionally unconfirmed influx of Investiture wipes the Feruchemist off the face of the planet, to preserve canonical integrity. The Third Party, well and truly baffled by now, send one of their best agents: a ChayShan practitioner. Somewhat predictably, he faces a similar fate. So the Third Party just pays a random kid to go steal the sandwich. Which he does.
  12. Granted. You can no longer see in the visible spectrum. I wish for the Doors of Stone book ASAP.
  13. Out of nowhere, a tall man with absurd amounts of jewelry rugby-tackles Drehy to the street. The asphalt cracks about the strange man, who struggles for the sandwich.
  14. Granted. Your coverage has now expired. I wish for a quill.
  15. The shade, having only now escaped a temporal abnormality, finally dies. In the distance, a Feruchemist reports what is happening to the mysterious Third Party. They reply with instructions. The task is simple: recover the sandwich. At all costs. The Feruchemist darts after the current bearer of the item, moving with unnatural speed.
  16. Granted. You are now blessed with acute cynophobia. I wish for freedom.
  17. 850. Possess a chronic fear of vampires, and thus wear only the finest garlic-weave clothing. You ran out of holy water days ago, and no priest will get within a mile of you now.
  18. Granted. A bolt of lightning strikes the ground every time you raise your arm (references). I wish for a Shardblade that bleeds black smoke, and about a metric ton of aluminum foil.
  19. The shade halts as footsteps approach. It cannot see anyone. But someone is running. It's eyes begin to glow red. (I'm assuming it's night)
  20. A shade rises from the corpse, who appears to have been a Threnodite. It floats in the general direction of the receding footsteps.
  21. Granted. You lose the ability to speak. I wish to communicate via sign language.
  22. Hell is a forest. Hardest quote ever. Alludes to not just one, but two Sandersonian worlds.
  23. The ranger follows gracefully through the trees...only to grab a rotten branch, break his neck on the lower limbs, and land dead on Vyzkel. A bird proceeds to defecate on the corpse, adding insult to injury.
  24. Granted. Your oven door jams at the last second, leaving you to helplessly watch your perfect ten-minute cake burn to ash. I wish to be able to carry a normal conversation.
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