Ookla the Newt

2547. Randomly start singing Schoolhouse Rock while talking to people 2548. Unlock a 10 minute book pitch whenever someone asked you about your halloween costume

Granted, but it happens every time you think about ORV and you take an hour to recoalesce. If you think about ORV as confetti, the process starts over. I wish I could be able to wipe my memories of a book to read it for the first time again.

I found thirty moving boxes stuffed full of pocket lint, do you think that'll be enough? Yes, or else the ghosts will find you and they will steal your dinners.

*takes all three* *noms* (also to my friend who joined the shard who has not read any Sanderson if you're looking through my post history yes this literally means metal spikes. It's complicated)

Can I have a cookie? I want a voice in my head

Definitely signing up. This even starts after my main commitments are over for a few weeks so that's perfect! I'll join as... Lord Renalis, who is decidedly worried about the two armies surrounding the city If I change around some of the words in my history essays to make them Final Empire related will that count as rp? /jjjj (I'm not going to abuse the rules like that I'm not that kind of person) (although I will totally have a ton of rp bc I've been wanting to do more in SE and this gives me an excuse.) (and also changing around the words in my history essays to make them Final Empire related sounds ridiculously fun so can I do that anyway) But yeah the rules look really fun, really excited for the game! (also I have a newfound respect for anyone running these games after an increasingly deteriorating attempt to run a game with my friends... Shenanigans have ensued) Also, where did the Majora's Mask game go?

I soulcast you back into a human and then take the Sandwich from @Booknewt and soulcast her into a cushion. Oh that's what you meant by a little help please. I glare at Uninteliginus as much as a cushion can glare at someone

It's from a semi-old movie called "War Games". Basically a rogue AI takes over nuclear missles via various shenanigans involving a 16-17 year old hacker, and they stop it by making it realize that "the only winning move is not to play" bc it was programmed to find the best way to win the "game"

I revive ChatGPT, but leave it to calculate every possible iteration of checkers, thermonuclear war, and stealing the sandwich so that it concludes that it is an "interesting game" and that the "only winning move is not to play." I then grab the sandwich, ignoring ChatGPT's protests (pls someone get that)

Ykw I'll sign up too to give the game a chance of starting relatively soon. Have never played anything Zelda related though, and may have to move to being a pinch-hitter if the game ends up starting during finals. I'm... Aliawyl, a Bloodmaker from Scadrial who has no idea how she got here (That's allowed right?)

@DrakeMarshall Thank you for running this! This was really fun, very much enjoyed it Congrats to @Doc12 @TwinStorm @Hoid Slayer @Divergent for winning! Although I seriously wish I hadn't gotten distracted by homework and had submitted a Day 4 surveillance on Doc like I had planned... Yessss.

Hi, can I join the Knights Radiant? Also for the questions on the quiz do I put what I want to be or what I am?

Wow that costume's amazing. Seriously, that's incredible.

I steal a F-35 through questionable means, then launch a missle from it exploding a 10 mile radius around you, except The Sandwich survives because it is The Sandwich. I then land and steal The Sandwich

Kyle (Studio C) reference?

Your blade disappears and your pewter runs out almost instantly. Bartholomew sidesteps your swing and Ooblecks you, then throws up a force field that encloses you in a very small area. Which swiftly becomes a vacuum inside, devoid of anything except you in it. I use my metalminds which stored breath to survive until the force field falls down, then escape.

Hi, welcome to the Shard! Which 5 Cosmere characters would you invite to a party?

Going to guess Weev again (the Midnight Spores is a Nahel bond right?)

Doing jumping jacks while in a handstand

*steals spikes back from KnightSkye and puts them in Creation* I just realized how weird some of these sentences are...

No. Bad. We dont do that to non-Mistborn having read people. Ground rules, guys! Oh sorry

Reka Wismil strode through the hallways of the ISB headquarters towards the east wing. CL brushed past her in the opposite direction, moving in a hurry. She didn't know what to make of that one. He was one of the two she could not decide whether they were a rebel or not. But if he was loyal, she couldn't afford to stop him if he was doing something important. Their numbers loyal to the Empire had fallen far, far too low. She questioned the reasoning of the duel to resolve this between Worldhopper and Johnny Kuplack - and with the weapons of the Jedi, weapons reminiscent of the chaos the rebels were fighting to restore! But if they were to resolve it that way she must be ready. Both for if Worldhopper won and if for he lost. The rebels would not go quietly, no doubt one of them was planning something already. Some way to strike from the shadows. That was the rebels' way, not resolving things in the light of day. The ISB must survive this. They were the guardians of the Empire, in a way. Removing the disease that spread through the galaxy. Preventing the rebels from destroying the order, the definiteness, that the Empire brought. Preventing the rebels from bringing a sunset to the Empire and a long night to the galaxy. An alarm went off. Suddenly, she had a realization. CL had been moving in a hurry. And the rebels were probably planning a counterattack. She paused a moment - she had left Hammyr's drive in the east wing - before running in the other direction. This was the first time she had ever seen anyone run, much less run herself, in the ISB headquarters. Even CL had only been walking rapidly, not sprinting. The ISB was orderly, not chaotic. Until now. An explosion sounded behind her, and she dove around the bend in the hallway. The building shook, dust falling from the ceiling. For some reason that stood out to her. Dust on the floor. That was the first time she had seen that in the ISB headquarters. The rebels were winning. Bringing chaos where there had been only order. No. They could still be stopped. She stood up. Where would CL be hiding? The speakers came to life. "I am not your friendly neighborhood ISB traitor. Because I am no longer friendly." Yes. It was CL. He was in the control room, it seemed. She tried to use the intercom to alert someone to his presence, but the channel was still being used. "We have waited long enough. This is our final warning. The Empire is cracking. Every day, it breaks a little further. For twenty years, it has maintained its rule, oppressing us with cages of fear and walls of injustice." No. The Empire will not crack, will not crumble. We cannot. The Empire will not fail! Another explosion, from the direction of the west wing. There was no way to predict where the next one would occur. So she merely hoped it wouldn't occur near her, that she could reach CL. "But we can see through the bars now, and those walls are beginning to fall. Every day, there are more of us who can see past the veil. Who have the courage to stand, and fight. Because we understand." She attempted to laugh, a faint, bitter sound. It sounded odd. What courage was there in embracing chaos? All these rebels did was create confusion, fear. Yet, the words she was thinking to herself felt false. "This was never about our fear. It was about yours. The hammer of the Empire is so strong because it is fueled by a primal terror that can never be wiped away, never pushed out of view. No matter how hard you try, it will always be there. The knowledge that the day will come when your cages snap, your walls come crashing down, and nothing will save you. That one day the oppressed will rise up, and everything you have fought so hard for will turn on you. And there will be nothing that can save you." She realized she had stopped running towards the control room, that she was standing motionless. He was right, in a way. The ISB was formed on fear. No. She couldn't let him distract her. He was just trying to rattle all those that remained loyal, that was all. And it was working. Another bomb exploded, from the direction of North Tower. She forced herself to begin running again. "We Herald that day. We prepare for it, to bring it into the light. We herald our salvation, and your damnation." She would not let them succeed! That day would bring destruction to the galaxy, it could not come! "This is our message: Fear. Fear, because we will not be stopped. We will not be silenced." She tried to silence the fear rising up inside her, her emotions, even, helping the rebels. Anger. Yes, that was better. Anger with CL, with the rebels, with Kuplack, with herself. Another explosion sounded, and it seemed to be from the gates. The fear redoubled. The gates to the ISB separated them, ensured their safety to shape the Empire. Without them... who knew that the rebels had planned. She had almost reached the control center. She ran up the last set of stairs, and a stormtrooper grabbed her arm, stopping her. Did he think she was a rebel? She turned angrily to him, when the last sentence echoed over the speakers. "We are Axis, and we will make your world burn." Another explosion, smaller, but from only around the corner. The corridor shook. The stormtrooper released her arm, then. They began walking down the hallway, towards the command center. Reka forced herself to move, to follow them. The control center was all rubble. She stood there, in shock. What CL had said... Could she be wrong? She had never read that odd manifesto that had been circulating, had been worried it would rattle her loyalties. It seemed that the ideas in it had reached her anyway. It didn't matter if she was wrong, at this point. She had chosen her side. She could not change that now. She would remain loyal, not defect. Even with that decision, as she walked towards the plaza, the things she had done for the ISB surfaced in her mind. The question of if she had been wrong still remained in her mind.

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I find Bartholomew, then burn pewter and try to stab him. I know it's not a good idea and I still want to know what happens.

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