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  1. Denissimo
    I have sworn the second Ideal. And also come up with a pretty awesome motto/ideal. But mainly I got the second Idea down.
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    oooo, or he drops the shard at the last second and legs it as a cognitive shadow. Though he might still get pulled in anyways.
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    Pretty much the Mental-health club but for Thanatophobes. I'm starting to struggle with this so.... Lets see how this goes.
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    So I'm safe from any pesky mortals tapping into my power. Nice.
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    So... lots of stuff happening. Can someone explain to me what exactly are the paramters of Perpindicularity formation, and where mine is???
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    Ooooo, sneaky. Huzzah! Multiplied by Huzzah! to the power of Huzzah! To the power of Huzzah! Huzzah!
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    Huzzah to the power of Huzzah Huzzahs to the Factorial of Huzzahs
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    Huzzah To the powwer of 3!
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    Wait what? I didn't know that lol.
  10. Denissimo
    Good to know. I've had my eye on this for a while, except, well, I didn't really think I could swear the first Ideal and mean it until now.
  11. Denissimo
    I speak the oaths of the First Idea of Lightweavers. Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination. Heh. Point taken.
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    Hues of cyan and crimson light up the void as Virtuosity's investiture blasts out throughout the cosmere. Valor's figure is lost in the brightness; whether he survived his attempted assualt is yet to be seen. Whimsy stares at the colours gliding across the sky, and many expressions pass across his face, all unreadable. He gazes across a couple hundred lightyears, spotting the result of Virtuosity's supernova; a black hole, rekatively small for now, but growing steadily. Investiture continus washing across the cosmere, lightly sprinkling over every unprotected cosmic entity. "And so, " He cackles, spinning around in ectasy, "IT BEGINS!" He continus to twirl, doing the occasional pirhouette. His usually cloudy and unfocused eyes clear and sharpen for just a few moments; his dark brown eyes seeming to gaze farther than normal. Eons seem to pass to him, and he seems to droop; tired. Then the shard grabs ahold of him once more, and he spirals back to his normal hysteria.
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    Whimsy gazed into the distance, his ADHD mind wrenching him away from the conversation he had started. Behind him floated Valor, Mercy, and Invention. The star was about to blow. Virtuosity's avatar would be created, and the Dawnshards would cease to be hidden. They were too late. He giggles and twirls in the vacuum of space. "Oooooh, what fun", he murmurs. He yodels so loud all of the cosmere can hear, then shouts "ALLONS'Y!"
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    I am not sure what I expected. To be honest, the only thing that I think would help me is an answer; THE answer. But, well, no one has that; but I was hoping for theories, which seems to be the only thing that satisfis my thanatophobia. Anything that isn't facing facts and that, well, my Nihilism is probab;y right. I suppose maybe I should have found a science forum instead, but I am banned from a lot of those...
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    Whimsy stares at the 2 shards manifesting before him. Mercy, suprisingly, seemed bent on attacking. Invention too, had stated diplomacy was not his strong suit, and Valor was alredy preparing for a clash. Whimsy burps a couple times while considering the mechanics of a shard-clashing. He begins doing backstrokes in the void, though there was no up or down, as he gazed into the stars, seeing chickens dancing among the expance of space. He makes a flateulent noise, and bolts upright. He immediatly dives forwards, knocking MErcy's and Invention's projections off their technically incorporeal feet. He flies past them, leaving their projections windmilling about in space for a moment, and stops, using his shardic abilities to look forward; light-years ahead, he saw Virtuosity, still fueling the Supergiant, which was looking dangerously close to supernova. "All this," he said in a falcetto voice, "to find the dawnshards?" He breifly turns into mickey mouse, before returning to his human manifestation. He begins to consider. He has made up his mind. He turns around, looking at Invention and Mercy behind him. "I think we need to speak to Valour", he murmurs to them.
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    little do they all know... this is all a part of Whimsy's secret plan... MUauhAhahahHAhaha
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    Oh no, a hot dog shardbearer leaps onto the battlements and challenges u. Behind him are hot dog knights radiant, weilders of the surges of hot dogs.
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    Exactly. An unfornutate aspect of human life, unless yo have an eidetic memory. I have often literally OBSERVED myself foget things, and then wonder for aages about the nature of forgetting things; what is it? it feels so WEIRD. Well, good luck friend. Old age will take us all, at which point you can barely remeber not to wet yourself. (Sorry, not good at comforting)
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    Ok, to reply your thing about counselling, let me say this about my family; My mother is trained in certain areas of child psychology, and qualified to diagnose certain conditions such as ADHD and Autism. She believes that phobias are simply a part of life, and my Thanatophpbia is reltively normal. Now, I don't know enough about people in genera to know whether you are all existential thanatophbes, so i just take her word for it. So... she sees no point in sending me to counselling for thanatophobia. Furthermore, it isn't outwarly affecting anything I suppose. I am personally a stoic or try to be one, and I see no reason to stoop otheers in my issues. The only reason why I am speaking to you all about ths is because I am under the presumption that your empathy does not reach a level to which you immediatly feel immense sorrow of my whingings from, in all likelyhood, the other damn side of the world. I also personally see no point in councelling for this issue. I have been tested by psycologists and doctors and etc, and I was found to have a certain aptitude for a range of subjects and reasonings, one of which is philosphy and introspection. This in itself has sent me into a lot of downward spirals of crippling doubt but it never causes any real problems mostly. Ok, to answer your direct questions: I believe that this fear is logical becaue fear is in itself a wish for selfpreservation. When you fear death, you try not to die. Thus, your brain inadvertantly keeps you alive while accidenally wrapping some people like me into an endless philsophical turmoil. Death scares me one main way; I am not religious. I have no faith, and I mean that literally. I find it foolish (sorry, I might offend a few people here) that people can blindly believe in some magic hocus pocus force that will send them to a magically magical land of their damned dreams when they die. I know a LOT of religions and spent some time practicing as many as I could to try to find some sort of faith, but they all failed. Thus, my logical conclusion (and thus why I am a nihilist) is that once we die, the electrical signals in our brains that make up our conciousness and our thoughts fizziles out, and we just die. No afterlife. just a dark void, which we can't even storming PERCIEVE because we have no concoiusness. YOU DISAPPEAR FROM THE UNIVERSE. NO INKLING THAT YOU EVER EXISTED. Storm my legacy, because even if you are remebered that changes science in no way whatsoever, and your conciousness will still poof into nothingness. No thoughts. No feelings. I suppose some would argue "Oh BuT It'Ll Be JuSt LiKe SleePiNg" or perhaps "BuT hOw cAn yOu fEaR It you caN't Even PercCiEve it" BUT I DONT WANT TO GO INTO NOTHINGNESS AGH Welcome. We have cookies. Nothng, in reality, does matter. Humans are weird.
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    Thanatophobic Nihilist here. I hate confiding in people 'cuz doesn't usually go well but, uhm, I am kinda on my last legs here. Also this is pretty much completely anonymous and no one knows me irl here soooo I'm good. So... crippling fear of death. DONT want hugs. I am a pessimist and a realist by nature, and it doesn't solve the problem. And also I consider my fear completely logical... but i hate it too. No "Live this life to your best" and blahblahblah, I would like the problem directly addressed.
  25. Denissimo
    All hail the stick.
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