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  1. Verdance
    Inkwell is sick of hearing voices in his head, being carried around by mosquitoes, and geez is that a helicopter sitting right above my house dang that’s annoying, but especially the voice talking about obscure lore in his head. He just wants to be plot relevant, but apparently there’s no such thing as a plot and 9/10mmHB#2 hates the idea of being part of something bigger than yourself. Eventually, people snap, and for Inkwell, the snapping point was when he found himself stuck in the hot, slimy, acidic stomach of a giant snake. “I. Am. Sick. Of. Being. Your. Self. Insert. Character’s. Stupid. Body!”, he screams at nothing in particular, stabbing the pen into the snakes stomach to punctuate each word.
  2. Verdance
    Inkwell is not hallucinating. A figure radiating darkness speaks in Morse, flashing shades of grey he cannot interpret: - .... . / .--. .-.. --- - / .. ... / -.. . .- -.. .-.-.- / -. . ...- . .-. / .. -. - . .-. ..-. . .-. . .-.-.- / ..-. .. -. -.. / .... .. -- he chooses to ignore this and instead tries to capture the giant snake in his notebook. As it turns out, sitting still and trying to draw something while something humongous looms above you usually gets you eaten. And that is exactly what happens to Inkwell.
  3. Verdance
    Inkwell, frustrated and dizzy from his fall, wonders if being harassed by voices in his head, mosquitoes, and giant snakes counts as an antagonist origin story.
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    9/10mmHB#2 acknowledges his existence as a meta character meant to shut the author up when he’s derailing the plot before Inkwell even knows what’s going on enough to try and do something. He enjoys the prospect of being spoiler material, then quotes the plot to get it back on track, knowing how cringy it is to speak in the third person this way as a character halfway through the fourth wall.
  5. Verdance
    He desires to be inconspicuous. It’s mostly never going to be relevant, but I’ll take that into consideration if he ever needs to do something important. Thanks for the feedback
  6. Verdance
    Now is a good time, while we wait for @Ashkaloda, to note that 9/10mmHB#2 is shy and only posts directly when taking control of Inkwell’s body, otherwise he will react by editing an old post. It is aware of the forum, Inkwell is not.
  7. Verdance
    9/10mmHB#2 takes control of Inkwell’s body and shreds the picture, then starts chewing on the paper for some reason. The Harrower lunges for him, then suddenly collapses into a pile of ink which disappears as it touches the ground. A single green insect is left, traumatized. It begins to tell its story to the mosquitos, about how its soul was stolen temporarily and to probably not pick up plot relevant characters and carry them around randomly again. 9/10mmHB#2 acknowledges the lack of a fourth wall, speaking directly to the authors and asking them to please ignore this brief interruption and continue shifting the mindscape or whatever happens in the Thread when obscure secondary characters aren’t being edgy and weird. Canon edit: as the plot progresses, inkwell is suddenly returned to control of his own body. He spits out the paper as the Voice returns. Who is Rebus? He is given just enough time to contemplate this ominous name before he is picked up and dumped into a inconveniently located cavern by the mosquitos.
  8. Verdance
    Inkwell sits on the grass, for the third time, and starts drawing one of the insects. The image, of a ladybug looking beetle with dark green, bark textured elytra drawn in cheap black ink on an even cheaper lined notebook, slowly peels off the page, multiplying and forming into the shape of a human being. The insect disappears, a perfect image of it duplicated in the notebook. The Harrower stands, speaking a completely unintelligible language with a mouthful of chiton. Ok, does this work? gloomhaven lore, basically sleepless.
  9. Verdance
    thank you ( :D ) he is legally required to refer to a song or book as often as possible, but he’s also supposed to be a side character until I understand something, anything. 9/10mmHB#2 whispers to everyone else for the plot to progress as Inkwell is feeling embarrassed. after Inkwell summons the Harrower, 9/10mmHB#2 facepalms. That was clearly not what the mosquito’s author had intended, and it was slowing the Plot. If only Inkwell had done something normal for once.
  10. Verdance
    Inkwell jolts awake. Through the cracked screen and pressure points on his phone, he realizes that his phone does not know where he is. He doesn’t have any signal. He looks up at the sky. “Chapter!” Nothing happens. “Right. Probably not a paper book. Probably.” ”Tell me this isn’t supposed to be The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”, he says to the dog. “Wait. Do you have a name?”
  11. Verdance
    Eldritch whispers incomprehensible to the mind, as well as the subsequent slap to the ear, render Inkwell unconscious on the grass. A pedestrian walks by, looks at the dog with purple fur and the unassuming child lying in the dirt, and leaves. Unconscious, he decides to sit out this “thread” for exactly five posts, without completely understanding what a post is. he will regret accepting unconsciousness canon dream edit: Inkwells subconscious, a separate character which refers to itself as 9/10mmHB#2, pronounced just like it sounds and using the it pronouns, edits the thread to thank @Ashkaloda for trying.
  12. Verdance
    Like, thread the needle or something? the sun turns into an eye with a clock for a pupil, which dilates rapidly at his unnecessary reference. Inkwell isn’t sure how old the orange juice was, and starts to think he has two ears for a reason. He resolves to use them more effectively in the near future. he looks at the dog. ”the what”
  13. Verdance
    The words echo through the back of his head exactly like loud music from a pair of cheap headphones. “Can someone please tell me what’s going on?”, he complains to the dog.
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    Inkwell stumbles backwards in surprise. He sits on the grass and raises an eyebrow at the dog. “I’m going to pretend that didn’t just happen and I’m not going insane.” Like life was anything resembling mundane anyways. He stands up. His phone, in his back pocket, has spiderwebbing cracks on the back from a rock in the soil.
  15. Verdance
    Inkwell checks for the dogs owner. Not immediately spotting anyone, he kneels down and pets the dog.
  16. Verdance
    Duly noted. Inkwell is a 17 year old guy, in school, on an irrelevant planet in a fake Cosmere inside of a non canon Frugal Wizard universe. His world has sort of a reverse Nightmare Painter magic, where people can steal the actual souls of objects they paint, binding the physical body into the picture and releasing the drawing as a shadowy figure that the painter can control. This is completely a secret, until Inkwell borrows his friend’s pen in class, the magical device which she, as a master of the literal Dark Arts, relies on to use her magic. He forgets to return it, and later, she is killed by a rival Dark Artist. Now Inkwell is stuck with a pen with the power to create shadow demons in his reality, with the bonus power of being able to rewrite realities downstream from it, though he doesn’t know about that part.
  17. Verdance
    Ehhh, but I am not cool enough to make something without context yet.
  18. Verdance
    *primal fear*
  19. Verdance
    [Ditto. Hope this is the right place to ask because there are four thousand pages here, and I ain’t reading them all. Any way I could get a rundown on the plot of TLT, seems a big deal?]
  20. Verdance
    Inkwell fumbles with the notebook, recovering it awkwardly. “I haven’t heard anyone talk of Kaos, or Rifts, or Chemia, though. So…”, he trailed off. But I never saw anyone screaming for a pen while being murdered by a shadow without a source, he thought. It’s not like I could give it back, even if it was the same thing. But it’s probably something similar. “What exactly can someone do by channeling this… Kaos? It sounds a lot like this one book I read, with these things called Sai- actually never mind, you’ve probably never heard of it.
  21. Verdance
    A memory of fear claws at the back of Inkwell’s mind at the thought of an object channeling chaos. He stops drawing, and he grips the pen harder without thinking. You can control it, he thinks. The flower he is drawing begins to take on a darker shade of fuchsia, and ink of the sketch begins to pull free of the page, just slightly, waving in the breeze. He rips the page out of the notebook, shreds it, and stuffs it in his back pocket before standing up and approaching the others. “Um, hope I’m not intruding, but I had a question. What if someone… stole one of these anchors? Hypothetically, of course, by accident even. Could they still use it?” The pen in his pocket feels heavier and heavier.
  22. Verdance
    The world was quiet for Inkwell, at least for a moment. Wandering through the woods, following the quiet murmur of a stream until it emerged here, an open space the sun could paint broad streaks upon, instead of the little splashes of light in the inner forest. And it was quiet, peaceful, even, like a moment that time was afraid to let go of. Contrasted with the orderly chaos of the rest of the world, the Clearing felt like falling asleep after a day lasting longer than a lifetime. The sound of the water grew quieter, exposing the soft chatter of a small group of people speaking at the other end of the Clearing. Inkwell sat on a choice smooth stone, opened the cheap notebook he had been carrying, and began idly drawing a flower as he tried to catch up with the conversation.
  23. Verdance
    Need to work on my “show not tell, but had a lot of fun with this:
  24. Verdance
    I want to join the club of people who have claim to this
  25. Verdance
    Sorry, meant the google doc. Will also check a few of those out, thanks!
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