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  1. Edema Rue
    It’s coming from the darkness. The sounds of crying get louder. “They’ll stop hurting us if you fight.”
  2. Edema Rue
    Again I was fine and then I lost the game
  3. Edema Rue
    In the distance, Mare hears a sound almost like sobbing. It sounds…it sounds like Lily. “Bets!” Corin called. “Place your bets, tributes.”
  4. Edema Rue
    In the arena, the already dark sky seems to grow darker. No. Not dark. Blank. There’s a sudden rumbling, louder than the other Changes. A breathy laughter seems to whisper through the air. The ground splits apart. Rock twists, deafening, and suddenly it’s dark. Far, far too dark. As if they’re deep underground. As if all the light that ever was has faded, and will never return. ”Good evening, tributes,” a silky voice says. It’s easily recognizable as Corin, though it is far crueler than he has ever been before. Let me out let me out let me out! “You all seem rather friendly with each other…” Corin’s voice tsk’d softly, the sound echoing through the darkness. “It’s time you were reminded of all that you came here for. Fame.” It means nothing. “Riches.” There are more important things than money. “Power.” You’ll never give it to them. ”Dear tributes, you have spent too long unwilling to fight, and so we have found a way to…entice you.” Stop making it sound like I chose this! “A game, if you will.” Corin laughed. “A series of duels, and a series of bets. Fights are to the death. Winning bets will give you advantages when you fight. Losing will bring disadvantages. Betting is not optional. Fighting is not optional. We’ll continue until we have a victor.” There was a sound, almost like a sigh, and four torches burst alight, each in the corner of a raised stone arena. On each of its sides is a sheer drop into darkness. Corin stands in the center, eyes alight. He’s wearing a top hat and a tailored black coat that falls to his boots. A shimmering purple snake is curled around his right arm. It flicks its tongue as if laughing. “There,” Corin said coolly. Slowly, he floats from the ground, a faint glow following him as he eventually lands in an announcer’s booth. “Our first fight will be between our dear friends Mare and Tinker.” As he said their names, a light revealed Mare, on a hovering stone outside of the arena, and Tinker mirroring her on the other side. “The fight will begin after bets have been placed. So give me your bets, tributes.” I’m so sorry. ”It’s time for the real game to begin.” @RoyalBeeMage @J. Magi @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @The Stormfather @WhyEverNot_8 @Scars of Hathsin @Lotus Blossom
  5. Edema Rue

    Ehehehe

    so Saturday nights my shift ends at midnight

    but it’s still my schedule to be up all night (Don’t worry, I’ll probably go to bed in an hour or 2)

    Except my house is all quiet. Because normal people sleep. So I’ve been up all night rereading WoR and…

    storms.

    I forgot how good it feels just to sit and read a book. Hundreds of pages just fly by, no one texting you, no one telling you to do things. Just you and a story and the silence. 

    Work should be done by Wednesday, possibly later but hopefully earlier. School starts next Wednesday. I’m ready.

    There’s still a piece of me that’s scared. I’m in a class with 19 other people and I’m fully aware that they all sing better than me, dance better than me, act better than me. In my mind, they are better than me. It’s taken 4 months for me to almost accept that I deserve to be there. I’m still scared; they have talents I don’t, and every time I have to sing in front of them it’ll hurt just as much as it always has.

    But that’s okay.

    I’m learning that I would rather be too balanced to be successful than too successful to be balanced.

    I’m learning, I’m learning, I’m learning.

    Last night was hard.

    Maybe tomorrow will be hard.

    But tonight, I can breathe, and I can smile, and I can remember what it is to forget everything I should be doing and watch Kaladin learn to fly.

    So…we’re figuring it out.

    Anyway. How are you guys doing?

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    2. Mags

      Mags

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      (Magi, dear friend, I’m not. It’s not something I’ve done like at all, I literally figured out how to get in my head voice less than 6 months ago. Which is fine, I’m chill with it, but yeah I’m definitely not the greatest singer out there)

      Eddie.

      That means you've been doing it for around 6 months. That's something. Maybe your not the greatest singer ever, but that actually doesn't matter. Your here now, and your doing it! Your actually doing it and you have been doing it! That's something, that's more then something, that's incredible.

      I was just as much of an an artist when I made My little Pony fanfiction doodles in 3rd grade as I am now. Your a singer, and your made it into that singing/acting class for a reason.

      You don't have to be good at 'making' art to 'make' art, the act of 'making' it is what defines it as art.

      Anyway. Love you ❤️

       

  6. Edema Rue
    Birnam wood makes its way to Dunsinane.
  7. Edema Rue
    Thank you woah that was only a year ago…time is weird hehe that was when I was giving everyone nicknames that ended in -y or -ie to protest being called Eddie
  8. Edema Rue
    exactly
  9. Edema Rue
    Imperfection
  10. Edema Rue
    Oh my chasms I have a super old SU about this one sec let me find it EDIT: …wow, I used to make the weirdest SU’s. I probably still do, but this is another level https://www.17thshard.com/profile/51920-edema-rue/?status=26939&type=status
  11. Edema Rue
    *realizes my cat is a living being* *HYPERVENTILATING* …sorry I couldn’t resist. I feel you. Keep holding on, it gets better. Even if then it gets worse again.
  12. Edema Rue
    GAH I’m sorry, I got mine out last summer…eat lots of mashed potatoes and ice cream (separately) (unless you live in Idaho) (2327)
  13. Edema Rue
    Uno
  14. Edema Rue
    Inside is a black notecard. In looping white script, it says, “Try killing a tribute next time.”
  15. Edema Rue
    @Spark of Hope, I’m rereading WoR right now and just found a character named Glurv…I thought of this and immediately burst out laughing
  16. Edema Rue
    As the dust drifts away, a small but sturdy wooden box seems to fade into view, as if it was always there only it’s just now becoming visible.
  17. Edema Rue

    I see you've started WoT! How is it?

    1. BlueWildRye

      BlueWildRye

      Oh sorry, I didn't see this before! I think it's really good. It seems to use a lot of tropes from earlier fantasy books like LOTR while diverting or abandoning others at the same time, which creates a sort of familiarity when reading the book while still feeling different and unique. 

    2. Edema Rue

      Edema Rue

      Oo, that’s a cool thought!

      It’s one of my favorite series, if you can survive all the slog and make it to the end it’s so worth it.

  18. Edema Rue
    OKAY SO REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT MY COLLECTION OF PRESERVED DISEMBODIED FINGERS? WELL I BROUGHT FIVE OF MY FAVORITES TO SHOW YOU-- I'm wearing green pants.
  19. Edema Rue
    Me
  20. Edema Rue
    right yeah it was I'm actually supposed to be sleeping right now but I got distracted
  21. Edema Rue
    Well I went to bed at 8am, so…
  22. Edema Rue
    vEgeTaBLeS
  23. Edema Rue
    Sleep
  24. Edema Rue
    Shhh don’t think about it i slept in a teeeeeeny bit
  25. Edema Rue
    anyway yes war raaaaahhhh who’s on my team again?
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