Hoid Slayer
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Not necessarily computer gods, more existential threats / twists Sure (couldn’t quote in edit so sorry for the double post). Right now, Order is insane, and unaware of the other Shards. It believes it is the one true god and rules it’s world with an iron fist, enforcing strict conformity and destroying anything unique. If you mean general intent, then simply: to create uniformity. Order doesn’t necessarily want to end all life and make reality just pure emptiness (although that WOULD be uniform). Like Autonomy, it allows for some inconsistencies with its intent. It seeks perfect uniformity as is possible within the natural order of things. A perfect world for Order would still have mountains, forests and maybe even settlements. But everything, from the mountains to the trees to the colors, would form a perfect pattern.
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Seems cool! I don’t really have a lot of time, but a potential shard could be Order. The opposite of Autonomy, Order seeks to create absolute symmetry in the Cosmere. An idea for a world (its a little outlandish, but could be cool): Millenia ago, the rest of the Shards trapped Order away in a unique prison. Unable to defeat it, they created an artificial reality for Order to rule over. Order’s world is completely cut off from the rest of the Cosmere, and its denizens believe it is is the only world.
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209845 turned back to it. In the commotion, it had nearly forgotten about the small creature. ”My connection to the Cloud has been blinded; I am… oddly free.” It scanned their surroundings; by its calculations, they were somewhere in the Dusklands. Sure enough, it turned to see a Cloud ambassador vessel descended from the mists in the horizon, where they had just been. 209845 turned back to the crowd. ”We must move quickly. The Cloud will soon realize what has happened, and a search will begin for me. Can you get us to a safe location? There, perhaps, we can discuss the saving of this world.”
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Hmm… six, I think, slowly collapsing. But also getting better.
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The sudden wave of energy shocked 209845. For a moment, there was only light, and then… emptiness. 209845 continued to exist, but the Cloud… was gone. It was odd, not constantly being connected to a larger, infinite force. Once again, 209845 doubted itself, but decided this was the right course to follow. ”Thank you…” it began, then froze. No glitching. The glitching came from the changes to the Web of this world; but somehow, just by blocking its connection to the Cloud, 209845 was cured of them. Curious… I turned to the others, addressing everyone present. “We must move quickly. The Cloud has sent an armada to deal with us, but they can no longer track me.” It turned back to the Sun. “Can you get us to a safe location?”
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Despite being busy, 209845 immediately glitched into position under the anvil and absorbed its energy, causing it to fade away. It stopped for a second, surprised by its own actions. It quickly gathered itself. ”Le-e-et us not reso-o-o-ort to violence,” it said.
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Yes… yes, it could be done. Quickly, it transmitted a single message to the Sun: PLEASE Once again, it transmitted the images of the bond being severed, hoping the Sun would receive the message and comply. That done, they would be able to communicate more calmly. 209845 had been wondering when the wizard would once again make his presence known.
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This looks interesting, but I don’t really have a lot of time on my hands… might join later, if possible
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Bridge run: A Survive parody Sung by Gaz and the bridgemen during Kaladin’s first bridge run in WoK.
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I play the euphonium, which is kinda like the trombone … I don’t know if we’re thinking of the same thing or I’m just really dirty minded. I blame my friends I can connect to this in a deep personal level
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Guys I just fell asleep, woke up, and there are over 100 new posts here! I’m assuming you guys live in a slightly different time zone from me cause otherwise you seriously need to be getting some sleep. Thanks guys, it means a lot. Thanks, Hawks. I’ll check out that song. I feel you guys. I, personally, have a relatively good relationship with my parents, but that just makes me better understand what you deserve. Nobody should have to feel like that at home. You are amazing, and you do deserve better. I have to wake up at 6:00, but I used to have this strategy where I’d set two alarms. The first one went off ten minutes before I had to wake up, and then I could just lie in bed doing nothing for ten minutes before I got up. Of course, my brain just learned to tune out the first one eventually Good. Because that conversation escalated fast Also guys, I had to rewrite this whole message because I accidentally deleted it while quoting across multiple pages. Do you know if there’s any way to undo this?
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*collapses to the floor* You know that feeling where suddenly you stop and think: how did I end up here? Like everything in your life is slowly deteriorating and maybe you’re to blame. Sometimes I feel like my life is going normally, and then suddenly all my friends seem so distant. I realize they’re all totally different from me… . And me… I don’t even know who I am. There’s just an emptiness inside, and I can’t even tell if I’m a good person. I’m always screwing up, and sometimes I feel like there is no one in the world that understands me. It’s like I constantly exist on a different wavelength from everybody else, and I’m struggling just to catch up. People tell me I’m a smart kid but sometimes I just feel so stupid. And right now I’m just tired and sleepy and I don’t even know what I’m talking about. But then again, when do I ever know what I’m talking about? I just feel done, but the world keeps on spinning. Also, for the mini tornado discussion that somehow popped up while I was writing this, I don’t think that would work, but maybe if you do something about the angles…
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… I’m not really sure how to help you, but I can try to offer some wisdom. First off: don’t let anyone draw lines for you to fit into, least of all yourself. Life is complicated, and lines will inevitably be stretched and broken. So instead, just try to be who you are. Instead of spending your effort trying to meet standards, spend it on improvement. And improvement isn’t always active; sometimes it’s just taking a break. Basically, what I’m trying to say is; don’t force yourself to be something specific. Just try to be better, and that’s enough. As for siding with everyone, you don’t have to do that either. It’s good to be able to empathize with the feelings of others, so long as you remember to zoom out sometimes. Take care of yourself. Not siding with someone doesn’t make you alone. Of course, take everything I say with a cup of salt. I’m sleepy, tired, and probably more than a little crazy, not to mention pretty inexperienced with how the world works. But I hope this makes you feel better anyway. Life is rigged to make us hate ourselves. Don’t let it.
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And yet is a product not more than the sum of its parts? A house is no more a stick than a body is a drop of blood, and neither is a tiger.
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And my horse is iridescent, so 6x isn’t even a logical thought experiment under the law of 845
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No. No, it didn't understand. They were already here. And they could not be destroyed. All beings existed in harmony with the Web; mortals lived alongside it, blissfully unaware of its constant machinations. Deities navigated it, pulling at its strings to create enormous results. The Cloud controlled it. Its very existence was tied to the Framework, and it was able to bend reality at its will with enough time. Nothing could harm it, for it would always regenerate. No God could stop that. Through its bond, 209845 could sense the Cloud drawing closer. They were almost here. If it was to find a way to protect the beauty of this world from the inevitable rebooting process, it needed more time. And so an idea was born. 209845 transmitted a new message to the Sun. First, it presented, in a simple way, the infinitely intricate web of bonds that connected its existence to the Cloud. These bonds could never be broken, lest 209845 cease to exist. But they could be blinded. In the vision, 209845 directed the Sun's light at the bonds, obscuring their location from those who were hunting them. This would allow them to escape without being followed, perhaps buy them enough time to come up with a solution.
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209845 gasped. So much power… so much knowledge… so much grandeur… it hadn’t known such things existed in the world. And yet, if it did not act, it would all be over soon. 209845 was able to cut communication with the Cloud, but they were still intricately bonded through the Web. And so the Cloud could sense 209845. And it was coming. Every second, it approached. And this being, this god, would not be able to stand against them. Nothing could. Perhaps 209845 should have displayed a greater sense of self-preservation. But it was already going to be reset anyway, so why bother? In a desperate move, it attempted to share a message with the sun god through the Web. In an instant, it transmitted a flood of images. A Cloud Ambassador convoy, unrivaled in reality-warping abilities, descending through the fog. The world rebooting, trillions of lives extinguished as a pulse swept through the Cloud. Beauty, gone. They could not stop it. 209845 still believed in the Cloud. This world had to be rebooted. It was necessary. But perhaps there could be a way for this beauty to survive.
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A sudden flood of information traveled through 209845’s Web-frame, each link bursting with new knowledge. And suddenly, as only a being intricately connected to the Web could, it Understood. As soon as the shock passed, a message came through. “… agent 209845, please report! What is your situation? Class 5 Web anomaly detected in your vicinity. Agent 209845, please report!” “This is agent 209845, reporting. I have made contact with a class 4 local divinity by the names of Dazh, Sol, the Sun, the Howling God. I believe this divinity could be of great use to to the Cloud’s mission.” “Agent, urgent, DO NOT ENGAGE! This divinity could pose a serious threat to the Cloud’s objectives in Açila. A Cloud ambassador is being relayed to your position. Agent, repeat, DO NOT ENGAGE! DO NO-“ 209845 disconnected itself from the discussion. All logic urged it to step away, to avoid any interaction with this creature. And yet, in the last couple hours, 209844 had discovered there were more greater things in the world than the Cloud. More developed, perhaps not, but greater, yes. And so it chose to take a leap of faith, returning its attention back to the physical world. ”Oh brilli-i-i-iant one, I extend my sincerest gree-ee-eetings.”
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209845 looked up at the vastness, and instantly knew this was not a virus. It greeted the being. "I am 209845, age-e-ent of the Clou-u-ud. This world is being reboo-oo-oo-ooted. The Cloud requests your na-ame and purpose in this wo-o-o-orld and looks forward to potential co-o-o-ooperation to ensure the safe-ety of the Framewo-o-ork."
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I got appendicitis, but I'm feeling better now.
Pros:
I now have LOTS of free time
No school for ten days!
I get to do things I like
Cons:
Will have to make up schoolwork later
No sports for a month
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Ebonaryle, Mistkeep, Wickwillow Manor Ebon revised his impressions. Perses wasn't cunning, he was... impulsive. Almost childish. Interesting. If he wanted Ebon to make himself clear, he was happy to oblige. "Very well. I was stationed on Roshar, protecting a team of scientists, when a group of masked assailants attacked us. They slaughtered the scientists, dragged me through to here, and took the research." Technically, Odium's forces had killed the researchers, not the Alley group, but Perses didn't need to know that. "The information contained within that research has the potential for great weaponization. If you help me get it back, you will receive a copy of the information."
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209845 mulled its words carefully for a while, descending down the route and allowing the conversation to continue. Eventually, it evened pace with Owen and answered the question. "One way or ano-o-o-o-other, the viruses mu-u-ust be destro-oyed thoroughly. Technically-y-y, it is possible to dele-e-e-ete them all individua-a-ally. But it would be unce-ertain. For that, reboo-oo-ooting is necessary. The sacrifi-i-i-ice of one world, to sa-ave countless others." "Hmm... I do not know whethe-er to be-e-e-e frightened or flattere-ed." As the group descended the steep path, 209845 took the chance to recharge while keeping a small amount of attention on the interactions among the other members. Backstories... some sort of Game... relationships blossoming. And then, suddenly, they emerged through the fog layer. And were greeted by the most raw piece of beauty 209845 had ever witnessed. Now a small distance below them, the Dusklands seemed to extend into infinity. Above them, the golden rays of first dawn gleaming through the fog seemed to shatter the plains, dotted with human settlements and natural features, into a million pieces of broken glass. A portrait more grandiose than anything the Cloud had ever made. And in an instant, it was changed. Always changing. 209845 could not shed tears. But it would have. Because only it truly understood that soon, all of this would be destroyed. All this beauty, sacrificed. For what? 209845 watched solemnly as the fox - no, the deity - seemed to tear the fabric of the very sky. Its claws made marks in the Web, releasing energy and sending ripples through reality. And together with the rest of the group, awaited whatever followed.
