TheFrugalWizard

2273 - who will knock you out with naught but a breath

Rainstorms come at the exact same time every five days. The people of the land worship the rain because on every fiftyth (is that how you spell it?) day, the rains heal whoever is out in them. Healing rain can't be stored. As soon as it hits the ground or any other surface it looses its healing properties. Beyond that, rain is always pure, so you can take a shower in it if you want. Twigs

So there was another thread of this (if you ever need comedic relief, go there) that died. It was a really fun idea, and created some... interesting conversations. Here's how the game works. Your post will be made up of two parts: an answer and a question. Once your question in answered by someone else, you have to edit your question to twist up the answer. Here's an example: Final result: Keep it PG, please (no offensive, graphic, etc.) and don't edit your own answers, because that ruins the fun! I'll start: Who's the main character of the series "Percy Jackson"?

Neither. If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to (the money can only be used for giving away)?

Who here celebrates easter?

I don't want to spoil it for you, but suffice it to say that I would be far more interested in being a doomslug. WYR have gold compounding like Miles Hundredlives or a full set of feruchemical powers but no allomantic?

Granted. The pineapple is a cross breed with peas meaning that is is absurdly small. I wish for some atium.

Let's just be real here, 90 percent of the people on the shard are nerds. Like what storming person goes on social media here, of all places. The storming seventeenth shard? That just screams nerd!

Granted, but he appears for a fraction of a second in each film, and Lucasfilm kept his appearence secret. I wish for a private audience with my favorite celebrity, Brandon Sanderson.

Granted. However you can never again eat unripe bananas. I wish for my old hamster, Gandalf, back.

Run-down

Chuck Norris knows the last number.

I will give you an elephant electrician. I have a fifty year old Soony Pup.

I think it's fine, but whatever you want to do.

Me too! I'm not very good, though. Also - 200 posts! Yay!

chicken falls from the roof

Writing fantasy does that. TPBM knows what the Forgotten Realms are.

I will give you sixteen and a half soccer balls. Who wants my Tome of Worm Smushing?

France. It was the best! I don't know if any French people will be reading this, but you all have great taste in food - especially croissants. There were these bakeries everywhere, and every one of them could make the best food. Favorite movie?

Those dog treats I though were skittles. Are you an NFL fan? If so what team?

He tenses as Swordfish draws closer. He searches his memory for any information on this epic, frantically trying to remember his weakness. He's afraid, and worried that he might have to use his powers. Perhaps he'd have to sacrifice the kid. For the greater good. No! he told himself. What am I thinking? He should save all the lives that he could. He breathes in deep, then touches the concrete wall of the hideout. He forms a chunk of it into a long, silver sword and a pocket of air behind it so he can take the sword out. He immediatley feels an intense hatred towards the epic. Lavoisier was much more powerful than him. Why should he get to threaten Lavoisier? He calmed himself down. Save the child. That was his objective. Save the stupid, whiny, ugly little- Sparks. This will be hard. Regardless, he jumps out from the shadows and slipped his sword behind Swordfish's blade, blocking him from slitting the child's throat. He pushed the kid aside and fell into a swordfighting stance.

"Not die."

He grunts. He's focused on getting you guys across the lake.

"J-Jarce," he says. He's clearly terrified.