Hoid Slayer
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Oh, sheesh Those folks suck So insecure about themselves they need to hate on someone else to feel good *hugs*
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Oof *hugs* Umm... I don't think that self-preservation is stupid It's actually super awesome. It's doing its job perfectly. And... you're not a lazy (swear word) You're awesome Remember that for me, will you?
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GUYS
WE FINALLY HAD OUR SCHOOL PLAY TODAY
IT WAS TRASH
BUT I WASN'T TRASH
THIS IS AMAZING
It was literally our first time running the entire play with mics, costumes, and no scripts. We had no dress rehearsal
. So all things considered, it wasn't great, but it could've been much worse.
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@Spark of Hope@Tinwatcher@TwinStorm@RoyalBeeMage@Wyver@THE DEMON@SpartanBrigade@SpiritOfWrath @Through The Living Glass
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Ver began to respond, then paused. "Clarify."
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Ver nodded. It was something. "I pledge to do everything in my power to recover Jidah's divinity. In exchange, I plead you, help the people of Açila." There. That was what they needed. But there was one final thing weighing on Ver's mind... "One last thing. There is... something missing from me. I cannot access my memories. If it is not too much to ask, I would seek your help with that as well."
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Ver looked at the Star, and made one final plea. "Please. If you do not lend us help, we will seek it elsewhere. But every moment we take, billions of lives remain in danger. Innocent lives. Will you abandon them to this fate?"
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The Beyonder met her gaze. Within him, she felt a deep sorrow. "You could never help them. You couldn't do any better. In a way... what happened that night doesn't matter." But it wasn't enough. The corruption kept spreading. It spread, and once again, Sanadanas watched as his world fell apart. All his powers, combined, couldn't stop it. The darkness consumed everything, leaving no string unraveled. And in the end of it all, Sanadanas found himself standing, again, in the physical realm. Having failed. "Yet..." She could hear the Beyonder growing a little emotional. "Yet, billions, trillions of sentient life forms go their whole lives without knowing this. Without bearing the weight you and I carry. They still live. They live, they love, and they die." "You're right. It won't change. It never will. So why do you weep?"
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That seemed to give the Beyonder pause. Eventually, he responded, carefully. "Because I want to know who you are." "I won't hurt him, Mare. But they did. There is nothing you can do about it. Look at me, little one." The Beyonder seemed to think for a moment, then turned to look at her. "Perhaps we are always imagined. Perhaps even I am just the creation of an idle mind. But tell me, Puzzle. Does that change anything?" The Beyonder stood there, silhuetted by the flames. The flames that burned everything. "These people are dead. This life is gone. It already was." Sanadanas activated his surge, and found something... wrong. He Pulled, and something seemed to break. The splotch, previously small and unassuming, began to grow. To expand. Like a virus, it spread its touch throughout the Mindscape, corrupting all it passed. "Look at me, Enocs." The voice of the Beyonder. "And tell me who you are." In the Lord's nightmare, he stayed where he was. Time passed around him. He watched as the others continued to compete in the trials, until eventually, one won. And he stayed there. Frozen. The vithr in his bones held him back. It didn't let him change. To grow. So instead, the Lord was forced to stay. And watch.
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HELLO :::)) I KNOW IT'S INSANE *hugs* I don't know But I know your friends definitely don't mean it in that way I'm not that close with my friends. We don't talk all that much. But that doesn't mean I don't care about them. And sometimes... you are doing your own stuff. And you don't realize what the other person is going through until its too late. Of course, if they leave you on READ, that's a whole nother matter. But still. They probably don't realize the message they're giving off.
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*hugs* Rule #1: Don't be sorry for rambling This community IS awesome You guys have helped me get through stuff And you all deserve the best Life before death *gasps* COOKIE!!!!!!!!! *tackles*
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She spun, and found herself face to face with him. The Beyonder. He stood on the stones of the courtyard, and his white robes were sprayed with the blood of the corpse at her feet. It was an unnatural image, the red tarring the pristine nature of his robes. "I am the one who brought you here, Evee. I am the one who sees all."
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She could do nothing but cry and scream. And then, suddenly, a voice broke through. "It's horrible, isn't it? The way the past can continue to break us, even after all we do to leave it behind." "It wasn't real." A voice, coming from behind her. Clear and strong. "But it is now." "Then why don't I?" Puzzle turns, and sees him floating next to her. The Beyonder. He wears the same white clothes as he did in the first trial, and his gaze seems focused on an uncertain point in the distance. "Perhaps I am not sane. But if we are all trapped... why do we live?" Puzzle hears something odd in his voice, almost like... curiosity? He seems genuine. "Why do we do what we do to vanish in the end?" "Look at me, Cole." A voice from behind him. The voice of the Beyonder.
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The Beyonder sighed. All your life, you have fought everything that hurts you. But violence is not the only way to respond. Have you not seen what has worked for your cohorts? Those who have already passed this trial? Resistance is not the only way, Silvyre. It never was.
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In the first trial @Through The Living Glass@Spark of Hope@Tinwatcher@TwinStorm@RoyalBeeMage@Wyver@THE DEMON@SpartanBrigade@SpiritOfWrath The plane continues to warp; the walls close in around the remaining competitors, and the entire space begins to shrink. Converging on a single, white-robed form. And the ground... the ground, brilliant red, begins to Change. The serpents everywhere shriek, and begin to... meld? Their bodies fuse together, and the red light connects to the dark substance permeating the water, running through it and setting everything alight. A superorganism. The ground appears to take on a life of its own, and begins to absorb anyone that resists. She feels a sense of... satisfaction? from the being in her head, and the serpents slowly pull away from her, carving a path for her towards the Beyonder. He comes into view, standing like a God in the crumbling plane, robes illuminated by the red light. He matches her gaze, and she senses the subtlest movement in his masked head. Almost like a nod. Then he teleports away from her, and stretches his arm out in her direction. And she falls into her worst nightmare. The Beyonder sighs in his head. Complete your first task. Not every fight is won through resistance. The rest you must figure out yourself, rejected one. The Beyonder looked up at her, meeting her eyes as she flapped above the sea of writhing forms, trying but failing to reach her. The Beyonder stood in the middle of that sea. Despite her not being able to see his face, he seemed... amused. But completely serious at the same time. You know what you must do, loyal one. The voice of the Beyonder returns in his head. Fallen one. Patient one. It is time for you to make your move. In the nightmares @CoderDrag0n8@IcedOutPenguin@Kaladin Stormcursed@KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren@Dragonheir@Argenti In a blind rage, she leaps forward, slashing for the dragon's throat. She watches his eyes widen in fear, and feels her claws dig into his flesh. Satisfying. He screams, and she continues to slash, to claw, to bite. Perfect actions of violence, finely tuned by years of practice. As a weapon. Her entire body unites for a single purpose. The doling of death. And kill him she does. He falls, and she continues to strike, continues to splatter his blood across the stone surface of the courtyard. Covering her scales. Finally, she relents, and steps away from the mangled corpse. Her body heaves with exhaustion, and she can taste the death. She meets the dragon's eyes one final time. And gasps. For the corpse lying before her is her father's. His eyes are still open in fear, in shock. Evee's own eyes widen, and another tear streams down her face. How did this happen? How did she let this happen? "Turn around." Enocs can stop TBS. It will be hard, yes. But he has the power. He can do anything. "NO." The voice comes from behind him, but it resonates within his mind. Flowing with the strength of his oaths, Sanadanas Pulls. And enters the Mindscape. A realm beyond the physical. Beyond the cognitive, and the spiritual. A realm of order. Perfection. He did it. He stopped the others. He not only kept the Mindscape, alive, he recreated it. And yet... Something is wrong. Off, in the distance, Sanadanas spots a single, small... incongruity. An imperfection. The little dark splotch sits unassumingly, but Sanadanas cannot take his attention off of it. Puzzle doesn't exist. It's an interesting feeling. She is conscious enough to fell herself slipping away. But unable to act. Or panic. Or even fear. Then, a voice joins her in the nothingness. Behind her. Snapping her back to her senses. And she understands what is happening. "So this is what true gods fear." The fire wasn't the same as it was the first time. That stood out to him. This fire didn't burn the same way. It burnt everything. And he and the carpenters weren't the only ones on the ship. He heard the screams of his family in the lower rooms, his friends by the stern. It all collapsed around him.
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I have my first ever frisbee tournament match today
Wish me luck!
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In the first trial You have much to learn, little one. But first, you must pass this trial. And the only way to do that is to see another path. A path other than resistance. That message applies to you as well, rejected one. The serpents close in, prepared to deliver the final blow. The walls continue to rise, and Alfonce finds it harder and harder to stand back up. Fighting is futile. As I predicted, you find yourself among those who find this particular lesson so difficult to learn. Did you not watch the actions of your comrades, who already made it out? Did you not observe what caused these beasts to be summoned in the first place? Not everything must be fought, Alfonce. Not in the same way. And you as well, reborn one. You have spent your whole life fighting with tooth and claw. But that is not the only way to survive. The circling serpents shriek, and begin to strike on by one, ripping at his arms and legs. The Beyonder's voice sounds with sorrow. I know you believe that. But not always, mangled one. Not always. Silvyre tried to fly off until she couldn't be sucked in anymore. And found the walls of the dimension curving around her, forcing her back in. This plane was shrinking. It was converging on the Beyonder. On the serpents, and the red. The red that had first formed when Evee dashed forward in the pool. There is no way out that way. This is a lesson you must learn by force. They heard the voice appear in their head. Greetings, forgotten one. I see you have been watching from the shadows. Come to me; complete your first trial. Show them who you are. In the Nightmares Evee looks back down at Him, the one she loved, and a tear rolls down her face. He looks up at her, and smiles. Warmth returns to her. He whispers to her. "It's going to be okay. You can do this, Evee." She begins to believe him. And then he gets ripped away from her. Before she can open her mouth, another dragon suddenly arrives, bringing Him down and slicing his throat in one swift motion. Evee barely gets to choke out a whimper before his body falls limp, blood pooling at her feet. The killer looks up at her with a cruel smile, and she recognizes them. She suddenly becomes aware of the entire courtyard burning. Her world, falling apart. Once again. "Listen to me, Cep. I am not one of them. You can block them out. LOOK AT ME." Enocs holds all the power. And he succeeds. One by one, his oppressors fall. Felled by knives of scones, they die quickly, and soon, nothing is left but a pool of death and corpses. Enocs gasps, relishing in his power. He now stands alone in the chamber. His creators are dead. He killed them. He should feel happy. He is powerful... so powerful. But... something still irks him. Something is wrong. Where does he go now?
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Umm... *resists urge to say it* *thinks of something else to say* Wait "RUIN it"? Mistborn reference? *pats myself on the back* I know *hugs thee as well*
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Those voiceovers ARE great. *hugs everyone* I know I haven't been super active recently But to anyone whose post I missed, or I wasn't here when something was going on You guys are absolutely awesome You WILL be warm again And you all deserve the best
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*hugs* I'm a little late to this one, but *INFINITE hugs* I feel you And I don't know I get the part about getting used to it I hope things get better Maybe we should hang on, just in case they do?
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The Beyonder’s voice spoke in her head with seeming… sympathy? Calm, little one. You are representing only yourself now. “Well? Kill him!”
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In the first trial @CoderDrag0n8@Through The Living Glass@RoyalBeeMage@Spark of Hope@Tinwatcher@TwinStorm@Wyver@THE DEMON@SpartanBrigade@SpiritOfWrath The water continues to spin faster and faster, and all beings struggle to remain standing. And then, suddenly, it seems as though the walls of this dimension begin to shift. The ground, previously flat, begins to curve up around the Beyonder, setting him at the bottom of an ever-steepening pool. While the water seems to ignore this gravitational change, everything else - serpents, contestants - begins to be drawn towards the crux of this depression. The surface beneath the water is now glowing a deep red, and more and more beasts spawn. She succeeds, but they keep coming. She slips on the shifting slope, and begins to be dragged down towards the Beyonder. As she loses her balance, about to be overwhelmed, he seems to meet her eyes. And his voice returns in his head. You fight with fury, little one. But not every fight must be fought the same way. And not all fights require haste. The Beyonder stretches out his hand towards Enocs just before he arrives. Enocs freezes, against his will, inches from coming into contact with the Beyonder's glove. He struggles, trying to propel himself further, but is held back by an unseen force, seemingly frozen in time. The Beyonder's hand begins to tremble, and he looks down at it, seemingly in awe. Then he meets Enocs's gaze. Stronger than I thought. He waves his hand, and Enocs vanishes into a nightmare, just like the others. Blizzards attempts, while valiant, fail to hold off the beasts for more than an instant, as their ranks are continuously renewed. The voice chuckles in his head. Calm down, fiery one. Not every problem must be tackled head on. His bullets drive into the serpent's forms, but they are not delayed for long. The wounds do not seem to deal any real damage to them. As with the others, the Beyonder's voice appears in his head. It sounds... disappointed. Always so willing to believe retaliation is the only solution. That conflict must be fought with conflict. He gets tackled to the ground again, and receives a similar message as the others. As does Alfonce. As does everyone still fighting. In the nightmares @IcedOutPenguin@Kaladin Stormcursed@KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren@Dragonheir@Argenti Evee stands in a plain of love. And watches it stripped away from her. She opens her eyes in a familiar place; the training grounds. The courtyards she knows so well. The grounds she traced in another day, another life, following others. Always following. Never in control. For a while, she stumbles, dazed. Unable to believe this is real. Wasn't she just in that pool, with the others? Where has she gone? Was she rejected? A voice snaps her out of it. She turns to see her old master; he storms up to her, a grimace on his face, a growl rising in his throat. He screams at her. "What are you doing, girl!? Kill him!" She turns, and suddenly, He is there. The one she loved. A tear streams down her face. He looks up at her, his eyes gleaming with betrayal. Him... she can't hurt him. "Girl!" The voice of her master returns, but she remains frozen. Unsure of what to do. This cannot be real. But it feels real. "GIRL!" Cep recedes into the darkest corners of his mind, trying to hide. But that is where They live. And there is nowhere for him to go. As he feels himself begin to drift, a new voice suddenly appears, piercing through the cacophony. Like a light in the dark. Familiar yet unknown, curious yet assertive, it comes from behind him. "Interesting." Sanadanas held all the power. He was back in that time; that horrible instant when everything around him had fallen apart. Except this time, he could fix it. He could fix it all. He came so close... and then suddenly, something shifted. The power in his hands began to tremble. No. NO! The Mindscape collapsed, and the Mathslight in his veins was siphoned away, leaving him feeling empty. A failure. He had come so close. He had felt it, and was left with an odd feeling. The pain, the knowledge he should've done more. Before she lost herself completely, a voice broke through the nothing. She recognized it instantly. "A curious one, aren't you?"
