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because otherwise they’d be killed.

Somehow I didn’t even consider that place to win. I was so certain it would be a draw… Yeah, good game!

Miles?

named Dlanuer and Sumitarb, and

were getting married because of

Injured

Winston Innate?

then it disappeared. Meanwhile, on

It’s not very good, but I did some art of the Bobs in a happy time that never actually happened:

26. One of the moons is made out of cheese, but nobody knows which one.

I very well may. But probably not until the after games start and I finish my SA reread.

Sigh. I think this was the first time that I wasn’t first to sign up. Also, I haven’t read Alcatraz, but in theory it’ll end up fine…………..?

Yeah, it’ll be more mental (thinking like the animal) than physical, but there will be some of both. I personally would prefer if they weren’t locked, so if I wanted I could do stuff with the other Bobs, and have them interact with other unused characters.

I also did some of Rayse: I’m pretty happy with this one, although I think the human half is much better than the Singer half.

Name: Bob Age (between 8 and 18): 16 Gender: Male Talent: He sometimes thinks that he is an animal of some sort, which grants him some capabilities of said animal (approved) Favored weapons (if any): Guns. He is a gun nerd. Backstory: His father was a man from the capital, who was unhappily married to a woman in the capital. On a business trip to district 8, though, he had an affair with a woman from there. Bob was the product of that affair. His father used to send him and his mother money to support them, but the father was killed in the rebellion. Other info: He’s another of the peaceful Bobs, despite his obsession with guns he hates firing them. He’s also in love with Tough Bob, and will be very sad to leave his boyfriend behind. Art: None yet, I may edit this if I make any.

Merp. Merp was very adorable

“I know I really need to go I’m sorry I’ll see you soon maybe hopefully bye!”

his head, causing a concussion

Naharn Palep Carekt (NPC), near Hidden Library Five blocks away from the library, Naharn studied the writing that she had prepared for the occasion. When she was little, a small girl in rural Alethkar, she had fallen in love with writing. She was lucky enough to know how to read—a strange man (ardent, he must have been an ardent if he could read) who wore black clothing with a pointy nose had taught it to her—and she frequently had stolen books from people with more money than she. But that hadn’t been enough. She had wanted to write stories. And she had. Around this time, Dropcap—that idiot cremling of a spren, if he would just LEAVE HER THE STORMS ALONE!—had come to her. Talked to her. Even helped her. Things were different then. She had learned to make illusions then, using her writing as a focus. She wrote about what she wanted to be and then— She was. So now, she read her description of the man she would be, sucked in Stormlight, and became him. Spikes grew from her eyes, and her skin grew lighter. She took at a mirror and smiled at her reflection. The Lightweaving and worked. She walked to the address mentioned by her client, and audibly broke a window and climbed in, not noticing how the shards of glass broke through her skin and caused blood to seep out. She allowed herself to smile. She was in. @TheRavenHasLanded

I will eagerly await them

George, who was head cameraperson.

Sunny Bob nodded distractedly, but hurried back home.