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2 I'm sure he's just sitting and waiting to crush our hope again.

2 He's still here. This game is basically get hopes crushed, then have a nice quick conversation with TalnFan, then repeat.

He's typing!! Let's hurry to get as far as we can 41

37 Grub! You just quoted TalnFan! You have signaled the mod!

A bit short, as it is a new opening from what was in the first draft. Chapter 1 Emerald eagerly slung her foraging pack over her shoulders. It had been far too long since she’d last ventured from Windspire, and she couldn’t help but be excited to get out into the world. She double checked her supplies. The grapple was clipped to the outside of the leather satchel, and bandages in a special pocket on the inside. Those were especially important. Without them she could be forced to leave her crystalline blood exposed for any to see. That was, if she got cut at any point. Lastly, she grabbed her glittering pendant, and clipped it around her neck. And a good morning to you, thief. A voice said, its source not yet visible. As Emerald neared the door, she saw Aia manifest in the form of a shimmering green parrot, resting her insubstantial talons upon Emerald’s shoulder. “Nice to hear you’re in a good mood, Aia.” Emerald noted with a smile, earning an annoyed flare of Aia’s tail, but the spirit said nothing. Emerald chuckled, then opened the door out onto the balcony entrance to her home. A ladder hung to help with descent, but Emerald instead focused on a crystal that hung above her doorframe. She unclipped her grapple, then dropped from the entry platform, using the crystal as a binding point to form a weak bond and slow her fall. The tether, though invisible, pulled the grapple toward the crystal like a magnet. Thanks to the binding, she landed softly on Windspire’s cobbled roads, then started for the edge of the island. Because of the limited space that they had to build on the island, Windspire architects had instead chosen to build upward, creating elaborate and delicate bridges across structures and stores. From Emerald’s current height, these tall, looming buildings almost seemed threatening. As if they were trying to make Emerald feel small and meaningless. Fortunately, she could handle it when she noticed the people who walked alongside her. They were nowhere near as tall. Though Emerald, being only 19 years old, was shorter than most of them still. Aia fluttered along the path as Emerald approached the edge of Windspire, the bird spirit trailed a stream of deep green light, like paint upon the fabric of an unseen canvas, visible only to Emerald. These fading trails led Emerald to the edge of Windspire, outside the city walls. She approached the edge of the island, and looked down at infinity. Or, what she could only assume was infinity, as her gaze was obstructed by the rolling clouds, always present beneath each floating island in the Shattered Skies. Emerald stepped back, then located a somewhat distant island with a crystal spire she could grapple with. Grinning, Emerald ran forward and jumped. * * * “Today?” Sky exclaimed. “The Windstorm is coming today?!” He exchanged a nervous look with his brother. Porter shied away from his gaze, though. He’d heard of the wild storms coming unexpectedly, but only having a few hours to prepare? It was almost unheard of! “You’re sure about this?” Sky demanded through a spike of anxiety. The Windcaller nodded firmly, then marched away to inform others. “Is Emerald still here?” In the corners of his eyes, Sky noted Porter shaking his head. “I saw her leave this morning. I think she’d notice a Windstorm before it got too dangerous though.” Sky nodded. His brother had always managed to keep a clear head. Usually his calmness would rub off on Sky for the duration of the situation. He let that start to happen now. After all, Porter was right. Sky’s cousin was one of the most observant people he knew. She would be back home safely, no doubt. Well, some doubt. He sighed, stepping into the workshop that he called home, alongside Porter and Emerald. He knelt at a low desk, which was clustered with diagrams of various crystal devices. Ven appeared into view, curiously eyeing the diagrams. Sky selected one that Porter had made of Emerald’s grapple. Sky had annotated various mechanisms that allowed the thing to function, but despite all efforts, he couldn’t find a way to improve the design yet. His bird looked closer at the diagram. You’re still working on this? Ven asked inquisitively. “I’m sure I can find something to help Emerald with. At the very least, I could help other foragers a bit.” He frowned, picking up a pen and scribbling a few more notes on the function of the grapple. The grapples have worked fine for several foragers, Ven noted skeptically. Sky ignored him, focusing on the parchment. He could understand how they worked, each crystal’s role in the intricate design. How did he stop them from wearing out? The main danger was water, he’d decided. Water had always been known to weaken Galeshard Crystals, and it was common enough that it caused the need for several replacement and repairs of the grappling tools. The outside, he’d noted, was covered with a thin layer of protective coating that reduced the damage, but this too would wear out, and one would have to reapply the coat often. Unless he could find some way to make the coat apply itself? It wouldn’t be perfect, but it could help, assuming he redesigned the base grapple in addition. The project seems overwhelmingly ambitious, Sky. Ven warned. Sky groaned softly. “I know, but it gives me something to keep my mind on if nothing else.” He looked out the window toward the islands that slowly shifted in the wind. “I just wish Emerald would hurry home.” Worlds below! Where was she? Subject to revision.

Why not? 31

No new role for me.

26 I went to the first unread reply after getting off the Shard for a bit

My friend just told me I needed to find the 9 sacred cheeses in order to save the world from certain destruction. I'm now on a quest.

24 Yeah, I was probably hovering over your name when I took the screenshot.

I think we're at 7? Oh… It’s HIM

We'll see how it goes. Currently organizing ideas. For the sake of easier composition, I'll be drawing Entrius rather than separated ketchup and POTATO sides. I know how to draw Hollow Knight Grubs, thus I could probably draw Grub eating (Drinking?) a stapler. (What a sentence) I'm less worried about Star. I could probably just put her grave everywhere. Or just have a being that is injured beyond recognition. I'm going to have to figure out some more, but those are some ideas.

My PFP is my art. Cryptic Idea could work. I'm considering that.

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I just had the dumbest art idea. In other words, a perfect art idea for this thread. I will be trying to make sense of the thread enough to try and illustrate it... I'm just coming to a roadblock for how to design everybody in a way I can make the drawing work. Do I just draw the PFPs with limbs?

Image found on School Laptop

Noted... Will copy that to a doc to be able to spend time and try to find a meaning.

127 Nothing to actually say here.

Does it have any visible appearance? Asking for... reasons...

Does it make gravity stronger on you? Does it make you experience zero-g? Or does it just anticlimactically do nothing?

The amount of this thread that is just recapping what happened... Anyway, what on earth happens when you drink liquid gravity at all? I must know. Feeds me what? Edit: Oh wait. I just remembered my member title. That took me way too long.

It's been 5 min. Surely I can do it! 88

What did I mi- The heck?! I have lead poisoning from Star's cookie. Uhhh... I still don't think that's very related.

No, so far it's just @Through The Living Star who has died. It has been at my hands several times. Even when I'm not on the thread.

Oh yeah! Forgot to ask. I didn't kill anybody when I was gone, did I?