Stardust

Definitely. *holds up eyelash curler Ink gave me* This will be involved in some way. ALSO! *SIDE NOTE* I NO LONGER HATE RIBBONS! I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE BOWS, AND NOW THEY LOOK SO PRETTY! SO RIBBONS ARE NO LONGER ON MY HATE LIST!

See? Never doubt my revenge getting strategies. JUST YOU WAIT FOR ROUND TWO @Fizz9 I would be fine to unmerge the clans, but I think that's really Verdance's choice at this point.

I think it would be fun to be Syl or Shallan. I think my voice patterns would match Syl's decently well.

OOOOO!!! I may need to update my revenge methods...

If you can't hear it, then just imagine the agony you would be in if you could...

OKAY. REVENGE IS PREPARED. STAGE ONE. *starts singing 'Let it Go' and the top of my lungs. Also this is me singing, so your ears will be bleeding just from that*

Mabel felt conspicuous. Everyone was watching her, weren’t they? She didn’t want this… “You want to draw a card?” Mabel jumped. It was Verna, sitting behind her, holding out the deck of cards she had received from Brax. “S-sure,” Mabel said, trying to slow her pulse. Stretching out a weathered hand, she selected a single card, looked at it, then tucked it away in her pocket. “Thank you,” she said. Standing up, she used her cane to make her way out into a hall. Looking both ways over her shoulder, Mabel reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the card. Talons. A great claw, closing around a figure. Sharp, phantom pricks of pains around her side. She held the gun in her hand. Was she the hunter? Or the one caught in its grip? There was one she could kill with little suspicion falling on her. Mabel set out in search of Verna. The gun was smoking- already it had begun to burn the tips of her fingers. A voice called out to her as she stalked through the halls- Brax’s, she thought. “Do it!” he called. “Save yourself! It’s the only choice!” Patrick’s voice rang through her mind as well. “Do it.” He was more reserved than Brax, but still the message was the same. “It is your life or theirs. So you must choose yours.” Mabel could feel herself weakening, giving in. She wanted to listen. They were those she had thought she could trust… She arrived at the room. Verna was sitting, shuffling Brax’s cards as she so often did. Mabel was up higher, hiding behind a potted plant. There did seem to be many of those around the House. “DO IT!!!!” Brax and Patrick cried in unison, their voices intertwining. Mabel loaded the gun, aimed, and… Verna looked up and met Mabel’s eyes. Mabel jerked back, shocked. Verna looked between the gun and Mabel, clearly piecing everything together. Then she nodded. A choice. Mabel panicked, running towards the kitchen. “NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” This one wasn’t in the voice of Patrick or Brax, but of the gun itself. “YOU MUST KILL.” Talons. The grip of the gun, slowly tightening. Verna was a friend. Could she really do this? Gain an edge. The gun felt heavy in her hand, weighing her down. The screams in her head grew louder, and she almost wanted to give in, to kill. Lose a life. In that moment, everything was clear. Time slowed and Mabel made her choice. Her choice, for once. Raising the gun to her head, she wondered if she would have the courage to- Bang. ______ Well, if you couldn’t tell, I have the gun! (I mean of course I do, stupid irony). As I said before, I am not going to kill anyone tonight. I thought about it a lot, and in the end, I just couldn’t kill anyone. Yes, this means I am really bad at SE. No, I don’t care. Next time I play, I will not be self-sacrificing like this if I do become an elim, but for this game… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m gonna be honest, my original plan was to kill Doc- who has been one of my strongest supporters- and feign innocence, hoping that my previous two rounds would make you guys trust me even more. But I couldn’t kill anyone. And I hate lying, so I just couldn’t kill anyone. This means that the gun could literally be with anyone, so I hope you guys have fun figuring that out. I’ll see you in the next game, and may you all have the best of luck. To mirror Fizz’s statement from yesterday, Better to go down a loyal friend than to kill my friend.

Real. I am horrible at socializing. AND MY REVENGE IS ALMOST PREPARED. I JUST NEED TO FINISH HOMEWORK AND THEN I CAN IMPLEMENT IT.

No, you're good. I was just a little confused OH WAIT WHY I AM TALKING TO YOU I SHOULD BE PREPARING REVENGE!!!!!

What took too long?

*GASP* HOW DARE YOU?!?!??! THAT IS STRIKE THREE I BEGIN PREPARING FOR MY REVENGE. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU

Yup. We have lots of people, plus Entrius, which means you might be cooked unless you find someone else.

Yes, yes I am I smile evilly at the members of MUSTARD, wondering what their response will be.

Hehehehehe Unless you do *mumbles something unintelligible* I ain't going to get to strike three.

*GASP!* Though really that's just reinforcement of Strike Two. Ribbons *shudder*

*laughs with glee, then begins chasing people around because I'm a flaming death monster. Also, adds to my deaths* 1. Blew up by a grenade, planted on myself 2.Shot with an arrow by Conure. 2 1/2: Alternate version burned up by Conure 3. Shot by QIanwellian with a pistol 4. Shot by Conure with a pistol 5. Shot by Fizz with a pistol 6. Hit on the head repeatedly with a lead pipe by Ink 7. Somehow killed by Fizz 8. Poisoned Tater tot from Factor 9. Killed by Entrius for trying to give him lead poisoning 10. Shoved off a flying alpaca by Ink 11. Trampled by a flying alpaca by Factor 12. Accidentally launched into a pit of spikes by Conure (while he was trying as well to die) 13. Boredom 14. Doing my homework instead of being on the Shard 24/7 15. Killed by the Grammar Gods for incorrect grammar 16. Killed to have the perfect Cosmere 16 by Fizz 17. Struck twice with a sword by Conure 18. Burned by Conure

Okay... I didn't explain that well. So, what happens with me is that I come up with the idea of the story first- the characters come and whatnot. Then I start world building. The world is definitely important to the story- I just don't often make it far in the stories, because I get sidetracked lol. Plus most of my stuff is saved on backup doc upon backup doc, so I'm not really worried about you burning it.

Hmmm that is a problem. Good thing I haven't elaborated much on my stories, and can rebuild this without much problem.

Haha, jokes on you, I don't have any World building notes.

Don't you dare.

1. Blew up by a grenade, planted on myself 2.Shot with an arrow by Conure. 2 1/2: Alternate version burned up by Conure 3. Shot by QIanwellian with a pistol 4. Shot by Conure with a pistol 5. Shot by Fizz with a pistol 6. Hit on the head repeatedly with a lead pipe by Ink 7. Somehow killed by Fizz 8. Poisoned Tater tot from Factor 9. Killed by Entrius for trying to give him lead poisoning 10. Shoved off a flying alpaca by Ink 11. Trampled by a flying alpaca by Factor 12. Accidentally launched into a pit of spikes by Conure (while he was trying as well to die) 13. Boredom 14. Doing my homework instead of being on the Shard 24/7 15. Killed by the Grammar Gods for incorrect grammar 16. Killed to have the perfect Cosmere 16 17. Struck twice with a sword by Conure I really need to learn to be more careful with my words.

That's strike two. *shudders as I think of a ribbon*

16 deaths, but Fizz put a protector on me, so we'll see how long that lasts. I think the archangel is still here, but honestly right now I think we are just deciding Alleigences. (YES I KNOW IT IS SPELLED WRONG, AND I DON'T CARE)

So, I haven't been posting a lot here recently. That is not because I haven't been writing- it's because I've been working on a new story, and it is exclusively in PMs. If you guys want to read it, just post here, the thread I made for it, or PM me. I realize most of the people that will see this have already posted in the thread, but I figured it couldn't hurt! Thank you!

*Takes a deep breath* That's strike one.