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  1. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    And another... And another.
  2. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I did the unthinkable. I turned my back on the sandwiches... And made a burrito.
  3. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Leopold sat in the midst of this insanity, calm, like a pillar of serenity and perfect hair. A pillar of heavenly light descended around him.
  4. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Still afire with rage, Leopold stretches forth his hand and the very essence of the universe congeals in his hand into an ornate hairbrush. Leopold runs it once through his hair. The snarl disappears. Leopold immediately returns to his old self.
  5. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Leopold lets out an unearthly howl and raises a hand to the single snarl in his otherwise perfect blue hair. He howls again and snatches the bird from the air. He stares into its eyes with a gaze so intense that the bird crumbles to dust.
  6. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    ...
  7. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I stare at the remnants of my hairbrush and break down in tears. I look up. My eyes are cold and seem to bear a phantom yellow glow...
  8. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I gasp and pull an emergency hairbrush out of my pocket and immediately get to work.
  9. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Clears throat. "Yes, well. I, am Leopold Cerulean!" I bow dramatically. "And I... Am very confused by the events of the last few minutes."
  10. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    "Umm... Weren't you just... How to put this lightly... Completely bonkers?"
  11. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    @Koloss17 Is this any better?
  12. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I hesitantly raise my hand. "If it helps, I believe that is at least partially my fault."
  13. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    "..." I sigh and sit down on a stump to rethink my life choices. What is happening? Did this all really start with no more than a sandwich? Where did this stump come from? Are birds even real?
  14. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    "I--" I pause a moment to consider this. "Is eating you still an option?" I am thoroughly befuddled by this point.
  15. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    "CRAZY?! ME?!?!" I become considerable huffy at this point and the next few noises that come out of my mouth are utterly unintelligible.
  16. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I lose some degree of confidence as I am toppled to the floor. "Umm... No thank you-- er, if you would please... I'm afraid this won't do at all!"
  17. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I wave my hand dismissively, my noble bearing and confidence having returned at the taste of the sandwich.
  18. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Seizing hold of a sandwich, I bite down on it. "Finally!" Tears of joy come to my eyes.
  19. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    "YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT BAD?!" I pound on the window and the glass shatters, dumping me into the middle of the room in a pile of sandwiches and glass shards.
  20. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    I look uncertainly between the two, but my love for sandwiches outweighs my fear of Celena and I begin looking for a way to pry the window open without falling off the side of the building.
  21. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Magnificent. "I, LEOPOLD CERULEAN, SMELL SANDWICHES!!" I say, my noble, high-cheekboned face pressed against the window of the office, staring longingly inside. My head is topped by my namesake, an attractive mop of cerulean blue hair.
  22. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Kk. You mind if I bust in super randomally?
  23. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Sweet! Could I have a little context? I'm so confused.
  24. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š
    Umm... Is this thread open to new characters?
  25. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š

    Best post I have ever seen.

    β€œFirstΒ shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more no less. Three shaltΒ be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count,Β neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.”

    -Sun Tzu, Art of War

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    2. π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š

      π–‚π–π–Žπ–—π–™π–Š

      @Ookla the Irreplaceable

      What's up with the ookla thing? I'm new to the site and I feel like I walked into a room in time to hear the punchline of a joke without the context that makes it funny.

    3. TwinStorm

      TwinStorm

      Ookla season is a Shard traditionΒ 

      ookla was Peter’s (Brandon’s assistant) username on the original forums so from his birthday to Brandon’s birthday people changes their names to ookla the (blank)

      its over now, I just don’t have enough name changes to get back to my original name for a couple weeks.

    4. The Bookwyrm

      The Bookwyrm

      One of Brandon Sanderson's head assistants at Dragonsteel and close friends is Peter Ahlstrom. I forget what exactly he does. Regardless, when he was here (or another forum, I don't remember), his username was Ookla the Mok. From his birthday in late November to Brandon's birthday on Dec. 19, people change their usernames to Ookla the [something] in honor of him.

      It's just a tradition.

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