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“Alright that was scary. Not that I found it scary! I’m not afraid of a-a-anything! But can we go? Like now?”

The Ashmounts! What’s up with Sel’s Cognitive Realm?

A frog walks up to Stitch. “Hello,” Stitch said. “What’s your name?” “My name is Froggy McFrogerson and I like warm hugs!” the frog responded. “That’s nice,” Stitch exclaimed melodramatically. Stitch punched the frog. “Owie!” said Froggy McFrogerson. “You hurt me!” Stitch smiled evilly before trying to put Froggy in his mouth until finding that Froggy suddenly ceased to exist. Then Stitch punched the ground. Suddenly, Stitch was on a Kitsen-sized boat on a river. He passed trees with orange leaves above him with oranger skies above those. “Bob,” somebody was saying to him. “Bob.” “Huh?” Stitch says slowly, looking around for the person who spoke. He found a young girl with eyes like kaleidoscopes. Above Stitch were large marigolds that the trees seemed to have turned into. Stitch looked again for the girl, but she was gone.

Zhanat just keeps waving the plank for a long while.

@Ookla the Believer @Ookla the Pastry @Ookla the Prehistoric @Ookla the Yellow Sock

An old woman who looks somewhat like Aubrey opens the door. “Are you Owen?” she asked in a German accent. “Aubrey!” she calls down the hall. “Dein Freund ist da! Man kann ihn eine Weile sehen, aber ich vertraue ihm nicht. Sein Haar ist zu hell.”

“I’m so jealous of your weapons,” Autumn whispers. “My stupid old parents won’t let me have any. Anyway, can we just take the armor? Is that allowed? Because I want it.”

“Just because something is dark does not mean that it is creepy. And just because something is creepy does not mean that we should not find out all that we can about it. Fear is a powerful emotion that keeps us safe from harm, but we must remember to control it, not let it control us.” Corbeau was somewhat proud of himself for his speech. He thought that it was one of his most philosophical statements thus far in life. If this person remembered one thing from their encounter with Chefson, he hoped that it would be to vote for them in the next election. But the second thing should be this monologue. “This way.” Corbeau followed the footprints into a back room, checking to see if this person was following.

"That's certainly something," Autumn said. "Shall we go in?"

Chefson Corbeau, Pewter Ironworks, Mistwarrens As Corbeau and the other person-whose name Corbeau still didn't know-reached the warehouse, Corbeau felt his eyes start to tear up. At first he thought that it was due to any surviving flames that lasted through the night, but he soon realised that that was impossible. After thinking about it, Corbeau understood why he cried. It was the determination. The spirit. The potential. This person had done a very thorough job of destroying the warehouse. It was inspirational, really. The way that this person had wanted to destroy the warehouse and had just gone and done it...such ability. Such passion. Such a shame that it was so misplaced. As Corbeau knelt on the ground, he noticed things on the ground. Footprints. Two sets leading in, and one leading out. Somebody had died in there. But Corbeau did not weep for that person, they did not let themselves. People die every day. This was just another of these people. Not something to be sad about. Corbeau hated that he had to remind himself that. "Footprints," Corbeau whispered to his new acquaintance in case he had not seen them. "Leading in. Let's see where they went." @Ookla the Prehistoric

Is it strange that before I started watching Shardcast I expected you to look like your profile picture? You turned out to be much less green.

New category: Authors: Austen, Jane

Xavier (The Poet X)

Quirinus Quirrel (I think everyone knows who he’s from)

Zhanat held the plank and waved it in front of the holes.

“Spyholes?” Zhanat asked.

“Yeah, I may ask your name?” Corbeau asked, smiling. “In that case I do so. I am new to this town, do you think that you could show me to the destroyed warehouse? I heard that it was in the Mistwarrens, but I am unsure where that is. And do you know anything about the government in these parts? I have half a mind to report these unsatisfactory constables to them.” Who are you? What sort of person do you like? What sort of person do you trust?

Stitch tries eating his newly cooked mushrooms after waking up.

Stitch falls asleep in his ship, something that he has not done in some time. It is glorious.

“Scud.” Stitch’s thingamabobber had broken and he couldn’t take off without it. So he was stuck here until he could somehow find another. Luckily, he was uninjured and had food, so he should be fine to stay here for a bit. And his ship was working just fine besides not being able to take off, so he could still shoot people, which was the most important thing.

Oolon Colluphid (Hitchhiker’s Guide Trilogy)