AltonicKeys

After much analyzing, I've found a huge, glaring, massive problem with the site logo. If you were to take the site logo and make a circle out of it, it doesn't take 16 pieces, to reflect the Shattering. (There are only 16 Shards, the 17th is not of Adonalsium, it's not even a real Shard, and therefore I will not count it.) These aren't 1/16th shards. In fact, they're barely a 10th! So after much calculations, I've made, from scratch, an actual 1/16th shard, while being proportional to the original logo. Behold, The 17th Shard: And for a demonstration, to show its perfection, I present to you: I hate geometry. (no hate ofc i was just bored)

Had a silly idea, please bear with my slew of questions. Say you had a huge/infinite amount of brass to store warmth in. Could you sit in a fire, or oven, and continuously store warmth to never get cooked? Can you survive molten lava, or a sun? Also, would that brass melt away if it were outside of your body, and can you still use it? Or could you store with molten brass, while being in the brass? What about the Dor? I'm probably misinterpreting it, but can you use a ton of nicrosil to keep storing the investiture? Or would it also be brass? Also also, if you were moving at insane speeds, can you store your speed in steel to slow down? Or does steel only affect how fast your muscles can move? Ignoring the amount of metal needed, is this a problem of how fast you can store? Or is it some other problem?

Larry shrugged. "I'm law enforcement. Most planets allow us being recorded, for the citizens safety. I don't really see how them seeing our perspective will change things, since they know we're being sent around. They might just think it's some special episode, but I guess it can't go too bad."

"The show was cancelled, or on some hiatus. We should get to it. Once they fix the teleporters, they can do whatever they want with us, so let's shut it down before we get sent to another horrible undercivilized rock of a planet."

"....Hey wait a minute. Oh!" Larry suddenly stiffens. "Yes. The game show. That I am in. Which is to say the person I am dressed as is in. I see. Yes." Sensing that his acting may be a little off, he turned around without another word and went to the group. "I was wrong. We're here. We are the gameshow guys. This is the place of the one who's been sending us around endlessly."

"I don't see how that can be us because I was never in a game show," Larry announces in a non-whispering volume.

"What? That sounds horrible. And also makes no sense. How would that even work? Huh. Well, uh, no, I just look like this." He gestures to his suit and sighs. "Well, thank you for your time." He walks back to the group. "Planet Erishia. Never heard of it. They can talk to other planets but only through a now-cancelled game show where they kill people. Something about a flying island. Oh well."

"Gah! Another one! And she's rich!" He ran back to the bin and kicked it again. Larry pointed to the next person walking by. "You. Citizen. Same question. What planet are we on. What's the extent of your interplanetary communication technology."

Larry groans and kicks a nearby trashbin. "Can we please just be done with this?!" He points at a passerby. "You. Citizen. What planet is this and what is the extent of your interplanetary communication technology?"

"Kids are cruel, Jack. And I'm very in touch with my inner child." -Sun Tzu, Art of War: Revengeance

As Nick returns the grenade back up, Larry begins widely firing at the ceiling, towards where the footsteps and shouts came from. He shouts over the blasts, "Does anyone see some way to get up there? Or really, anywhere else to go but the closet?"

"You're a third rate general with a fourth rate army!" -Sun Tzu, Art of War

"It's like a gun, but it shoots really fast. Like, 50 shots per second. Will tear you up and it's horrible. Usually a little inaccurate so as long as we get rid of it as quick as possible, we'll be fine." Larry moves to another spot, looking at the spots Tenth doesn't cover, and trains his blaster. He makes a makeshift barrier to hide behind out of the beds and crates. As he waits, he eats the food from the supply closet, finally nourishing himself since (However long it's been since the farm).

"Four legs good, two legs better" -Sun Tzu, Art of War

"I know, I know that I've let you down, I've been a fool to myseeelf, I thought that I could live for no ooone else. But now, through all the hurt and pain, it's time for me to respeeeect, the ones you love mean more than anything" -Sun Tzu, The End of Art of War

Larry grabbed a couple of grenades and a handgun, remembering physical ammunition's effectiveness against the rebel knights. He then joined Nick at the door and entered the medical room. "Is this supposed to be like a supply closet for a colosseum or something?"

"I share this sentiment strongly and wholeheartedly agree and not just because that's what I did for last year's Ookla season and then kept that bit for the rest of the year" - Sun Tzu, Art of War

I realize I missed the Sandwich's 2nd anniversary by three days! I fall to my knees in despair. To rectify my mistake, I activate the tracker I probably implanted in TwinStorm's ankle, find the location and discreetly steal back the sandwich. I travel all the way back to the original hill and throw a small party. First we have a pleasant picnic on the hill, eating the burgers I lovingly created. We then take a tour of the local hotdog factory, and even get a few souvenirs from the gift shop. To wrap everything up, we play a few games of bowling at the calzone/bowling alley fusion joint. I offer to drive the Sandwich back, and leave it back in TwinStorm's hands. The plot does not progress any further, and the only thing that changed is the fact that the Sandwich now has a few pieces of stray confetti on it. Good job me.

"What, like a moon?" Larry looked up at the sky.

The alarms shocked Lawson, and he felt his chest tighten. He let out an "Urp!" as he raised a hand to his heart, but realized he could use this. He smiled at the guard in front of him and said, "Go ahead, don't let me stop you from doing your job, young man."

Lowering his blaster, Larry sighed and pointed at the orb. "What even are you? What do you want from us, other than throwing rocks at us? Where are we?" He felt it wasn't really a threat, and more of an annoyance.

"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination." -Sun Tzu, Art of War

Larry woke up from the noise. "I uh, what?" He looks at Tenth and Glinte and points. "Who??" Then he registered the "Kaleb's blood loss" part, and pointed at the lack of blood. "But there's no..." Then he noticed the evil floating orb of death, scrambled to his feet and pulled out his blaster. "What is it and can I shoot it."