Hoid Slayer

Sign me up Will come up with character later

Random pop in, don't mind me How the heck do you have such a long sig?

Maybe we should start looking around for other options?

Not weird This place IS absolutely awesome Hiya … Take my upvote

Edit: Just checked The aftermath post barely edges out the Cuz I'm Bored one with a total of 1275 words

Bruh Honestly, that's kinda me everywhere... Think this one from Cuz I'm Bored might take the cake: Although this ridiculously long post from an SE aftermath might pose some competition: So... yeah

Also: No, I don't care how common it is, it's kinda the purpose of this thread

Welcome all! Sorry I’m a little late We offer free hugs, emotional support, advice and rare bouts of true wisdom among the insanity Like Coder and Hawks said, we’re open to anyone, and we’re always here to hear you out Slight warning though, most of the people here are teens, which means they can be a little intense Hey! You’re not new! (but you’re still welcome) That’s so real though

Evinir was exhausted when he visited Ekkar's body. Edgli... Edgli had proved useless. Hoid had told him to speak of them with greater respect, but it was true. Yet the visit hadn't been a complete failure. The Spike in Evinir's case proved that. Yet right now, his thoughts didn't linger on hemallurgy. They were focused on the corpse of the man lying before him. After his murder, Ekkar was given a priest's service - his body presented to viewers for a full week before burial. Today was the last day. Evinir was the only visiter. The priest at the doors of the chamber had been quiet, remorseful. Evinir had expected a short visit; originally, he hadn't even planned to make this visit - but something inside of him demanded it of him. So he had come. Now, he knelt before the open coffin, unsure of what to do. But feeling an emptiness inside. An emptiness he hadn't felt in a long time... so long. The emptiness of loss. Ekkar had trusted him, and that had gotten him killed. A part of his conscience told him that was Ekkar's own mistake, and yet the guilt still loomed over Evinir. He felt a wetness begin to well in his eye, and blinked it away. He could not crack. Never again. Looking for anything to distract himself, Evinir looked over Ekkar's clothing. And noticed something. Ekkar still wore the same clothes he had had on when he died. They had been washed, but not thoroughly examined. And so certain things could slip through. Like a secret pocket, carefully sewn into the flaps of the priests' robes, the perfect size to conceal a slip of paper. Slowly, carefully, Evinir pulled the note out. It was crumpled from constant manipulation, the ink blurring. But Evinir could read it. Lifeless Chamber 4 17:00 The note Evinir had slipped into Ekkar's reassignment, directing him to meet. A meeting that had accomplished nothing. Like so many other things. In that instant, Evinir couldn't hold it back. It all returned. The memories. The pain. The constant fear, the doubting, the meaninglessness. The blood. It all crashed down upon him with the weight of ten years. And for the first time in so, so long, Evinir Cragborn wept.

Kids, that's why you ALWAYS show your work

Pure, unbridled chaos I love it Also, I’m sorry but This is cracking me up ’Night, folks

Thanks!

Thank you to everyone for making this an incredible game! First and foremost, a huge thank you to Jo for running this on relatively short notice and pulling off an incredible game. Don't be so hard on yourself - the game design was a little confusing, but it was still super fun. And by the way, those writeups were amazing CD, TOW, Ksauce (and Xino)... you guys almost pulled it off there, but just barely fumbled it in C4. Consider this a congratulations for what could have been Araris, I'm sorry once again for the turn C3 - I'm still figuring out the strategy for this game, and maybe following my gut wasn't the best idea Well... they were played pretty obviously, but things did fit together quite nicely at the end there I'll make a longer RP post tomorrow when I have time, but first, @A Jo in the Bush, it isn't letting me access the docs... it just redirects me back to this thread

Sooo can I use my own Order-inspired magic system?

This looks cool I’ll make a character later When you say any magic system, can we make our own? And to what extent can we create new Cosmere lore? I had a magic system I was going to use for the Shard of Order in the Arvus RP a while back, but, well, you know where that went

Formless - a parody of HOPE by NF Spoilers for RoW

WaT

WaT

*squeeze* Yeah, them praying for you to "realize who you are" is just messed up Not sure how to help you, but I hope you feel better And yes, TAKE YOUR MEDS

I’m sorry I took a while to get to this But sincerely, I feel you *squeeze* I don’t know the extent of your problems, but I know the way that stuff piles on quickly And like you said, it isn’t necessarily about strength It’s about it being hard to take comfort in future warmth when the suffering is now My advice? My really inexperienced suggestion that has been working for me recently? Find something different to do. It could be playing a sport, or an instrument, or joining a club, or even something as simple as doing more exercise. But monotony breeds discontent. Yay! Best of luck! I’m in drama class at my school, and it seems like we might finally begin to be doing plays appropriate for our age, but we’ll have to see Problem is, half the class are soccer boys who put in zero effort and can hardly read their lines

Make a vote Cause time is up

Ekkar whispered under his breath. It was a prayer, repeated again and again. He prayed to the God King, to the Returned. He prayed to Austre, for the first time in his life. The moon was high in the sky, the courtyard empty. From the shadows on its borders, silent eyes looked in. Waiting. ”Goodbye, Arlun.”

Edit: Note that I find Araris’ self/vote even more elim-indicative A villager should never resign themselves to death I’ll accept it from BBB, but not from an experienced player like Araris who has advocated over doing everything possible In my eyes, clouded though they may be, this reads like an attempt to clear oneself after seeing the effect it had on BBB