Fatebreaker

I feel you. The Finals are real... My favorite invertebrate is the giant cuttlefish, I like long climbs in the forest at night, I just finished reading Snuff by Sir Terry Pratchett, and my favorite way to use investiture is Hemalurgy. Welcome to the Madness.

This line is the single most frightening thing I've read on the internet...

Horneater Pick-up Lines "I feel like an Airsick Lowlander in the peaks when you're around, breathless." "Are you an Unkaiai'lakunakuanakamor? Cause you make me crazier then a 3rd son who's dropped his hat-night." Don't get it? Hmph, airsick lowlanders. "I make you soup." One Armed Herdazian Pick-up Lines "I'd give my other arm just to be with you, Ganchita." (note, Ganchita is Herdazian for sweetheart until we hear otherwise) "Against your love I'm arm-less." "Eh Ganchita, i brought you some chout'a."

I had no idea Lightwards was a supporter of spam! And he intends to further the monstrosity? HE MUST BE STOPPED!!! TO ARMS, ALL LOVERS OF REAL MEAT!!!!!

I hate spam...

The Stranger shook his head as he walked over. "Well that escalated quickly." He turned to the others "Quick thinking Gleeman, though unnecessary. This is a Satelite facility, remember? Not only is there nothing to discover here, but there's no wifi. Or phoneservice. Or landlines. In fact , the only reliable way to send messages is via messenger pigeon. And even then, those get eaten sometimes. Anyway, let's try not to taze guests, even when they do infiltrate decoy alleys. Elsa, I apologize for the theatrics, there was a small misunderstanding. Delivery-master Gleeman was simply following protocol. And it was rather rude of Ms. Winter to be on her cellular-tele-communication-device during a social occurrence, wouldn't you agree? Kids these days, no sense of propriety, eh Voidus? Also Elsa, I would advise reading the Mistborn series before you go about trying to remove spikes, or you could end up in some messy situations. But no to the matter at hand." He leaned down and pulled a small vial of golden-yellow liquid, which he uncorked and held under Winter's nose. Her eyes slowly blinked open. The Stranger smiled one of his reassuring smiles, which came off as insane rather than reassuring, and helped her to her feet. "Now let's clear a few things up. Winter here is the one who initially approached us, not vice versa. At first she just wanted to make a purchase, but then she chose to sign up for some of our other programs. You can check the earlier pages of this thread if you don't believe me. Now she's decided to go and do her own thing, as young people are wont to do. We do not begrudge her this freedom, nor do we consider her a monster. An interesting discovery for science yes, but not a monster. We don't believe in making monsters, and if we did they most certainly wouldn't come from Alley 60. So lets settle this business. I can't speak for an Denizen other than myself, but I will happily let Winter continue to remain free, unharmed, and under only mild surveillance as long as she refrains from silly behavior such as trying to share company information. If she at any point does try and declare war, I will unfortunately be forced to test my new Harpoon gun on a certain species of creature of the four-leg-ed persuasion. Are we all agreed? Splendid, now let's resume enjoying this wonderful evening. Leonard, fetch some punch for our guests. I believe the Demonstrations will be starting soon."

Welcome to the Madness. Have an upvote and a cookie. I feel your pain, I'm in the midst of finals myself, but I still spend way too much time in the forums...

Welcome to the Madness. have an up-vote and a biscuit. I have much respect for your tradition. Mine generally involves alot of joyful bellows of exultation, maniacal laughter, and generally a sandwich. Decidedly less cool, but what I lack in cool I make up for with enthusiasm. Favorite Cosmere Quote? Something like: "This is my lucky hat. I've never died while wearing it." Which would be mine, followed closely by "Hello, would you like to destroy some evil today?", " I am Dearth.", "Airsick Lowlander." and "Hey Gancho!"

Welcome Stormweasel Here you can write to your pen's content. Have an upvote and a cookie. What have you read of Sanderson?

Winter, I'll get on reflection's reaction right away. Sorry for the delay I've been pretty busy these last two weeks. I. Hate. Finals. Why does math have to make me so sad? What did I ever do to it?

I step away for a few moments and already people are name dropping Alley 7, which doesn't even remotely exist. Oh right, 3rd person. ahem. "I thought you had gotten better at surveillance." "We have. Those fellows in the rafters are the decoys." A trapdoor opened in the floor next to the group and The Stranger emerged, in what was apparently his idea of formal garb. Now wearing a double-breasted waistcoat underneath his dark grey lab coat and there was a silver feather in his top hat. Didn't look that different really. Though his feet did make a clicking sound when he walked. Was he wearing tap-shoes? He pulled a sandwich from his pocket as he spoke to experiment 371. "Everyone expects surveillance at a Dark Alley gathering. They get suspicious if there isn't someone watching them and trying to slip something in their drinks. If we really wanted a containment team to, pardon the pun, shadow you," he chuckled briefly, " you most certainly wouldn't have noticed it. Thanks to some of our experiments they wouldn't even have to be in the same building. Though I must compliment you on those fine-tuned senses. Of you're ever interested in gaining further abilities, you know who to call." He took a bite of his sandwich then turned to the other Denizens "And don't worry about Alley 7. She was baked in the Z.O.O., which is Alley 100 I believe. No one really knows about Alley 7 because it doesn't exist. And if it did, which it doesn't we wouldn't have to worry because only Leonard and I would know how to get to that dimension. Probably not even Leonard. Right Leonard?" Leonard was trying to inconspicuously wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, which simply made it all the more conspicuous. Hearing the question he shook his head emphatically, "Yes sir! Uh, no sir! Um, what was that sir?" The Stranger grinned and turned back to the others. "But enough of all this open hostility. I'd say we all benefited from this relationship, yes? F.I.D.O., excuse me Winter, F.I.D.O. was the Recipe code-name, has gained nifty new tricks and we have furthered the cause of science. Hurrah. We're all non-mortal-enemies here. So let's drink responsibly and have a dance or two and simply enjoy ourselves. This food won't eat itself. Actually, the samples brought by Alley 49 might, but that's their problem."

Everyone's invited. Except Lewis: http://poorlydrawnlines.com/comic/lewis/ Denizens, remember to send out invitations and that sort of thing.

The large steel doors of the Warehouse slowly rumbled open, sending echos bouncing off the walls. The Stranger walked in pulling a red wagon behind him, loaded with small boxes. He looked around the vast empty space for a moment, then lifted his top-hat and pulled a smooth metallic box from inside. He grinned as he stared at the bow in his hand. "And so it begins." He threw the box into the air, and it landed in the center of the room. It sat there for a moment. Then it exploded. Colored light surged from the box, growing brighter and brighter until it was blinding. When the light cleared, the room was transformed. A large dance-floor dominated the room, made entirely out of shining metal. circular stair-ways and balconies had sprung up around the room. The Stranger turned back to the wagon and started grabbing and throwing boxes around the room. Here appeared a elevated platform with musicians tuning their instruments, there large tables for food, and closest to the Stranger, a lively sock-puppet show, without any discernible puppeteers. The Stranger noticed some of the trapdoors around the room were showing, so he threw another box and they ere covered by decorative rugs. Within moments the room was unrecognizable. But it wasn't over yet. "And now, the most important part, food." He put two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly. Doors opened around the room and Dark Alley Acolytes Entered. Alot of them. Robed figures with dark masks on their faces that had a single spike driven through the forehead and out the back of the skull. They formed rows in front of him and stood silently. The Stranger turned to one close to him. "Leonard, what are you guys wearing?" Leonard shambled forward, "Ceremonial garb, sir?" The Stranger shook his head. "Tut tut Leonard, were a business, not a cult. Here," He snapped his fingers and the robes the acolytes were wearing transformed into suits with tailcoats. "much better. Very shnazzy. And take off those silly masks." The acolytes grumbled as they pulled off the masks. The spikes turned out to be fakes, the head glued to the mask and the tip attached by a wire. Leonard raised his hand, "Sir, can we keep the masks? We put alot of work into making these." The Stranger grinned "Oh, very well. But they're terribly impractical. What happens if you have to sneeze? Or you get an itch on your nose? Anyway," He turned to the crowd "it's time to bring on the SNACKS!!! Oh, and Leonard, make sure you've fed the Walrusquisitors." The acolytes turned and diapered through various secret doors and passages, only to return with food moments later. And it looked delicious. Meat-pies, burritos, sandwiches, cakes, pies, brownies, and cookies. Lots of cookies. The Stranger grinned as he surveyed his handiwork,as he pulled an apple from a pocket on his long dark-grey lab coat. It had taken only a few minutes. He signaled the musicians around the room and they began playing some lively music. The other Denizens would be arriving soon with their own snacks and tricks. The scene was set now all he needed was attendees.

He's taller than you'd expect, and his voice is higher.

Heeeeyyyy, look at this. Movin' up in the world are we? Good for us.

Welcome to the Madness. Have an upvote and a cookie. Gotta agree with WW, Warbreaker is the way to go. Then the Stormlight Archive. And you have cause to rejoice! Shadows of Self, the sequel to Alloy of Law, is set to be released in the Autumn of 2015! So enjoy your stay and mind your step.

Obviously he's a Type IV Awakened object Gepetto must have the reached the ninth heightening. Then the Fairy soulcast him so that he became a real boy

Dodgeball post for the Attack on Thought Town. This is why we shouldn't let crazy hyperactive teenagers with superpowers have guns. We're lucky he didn't shoot any of his allies.

To say that Dodgeball was pumped would be a gross understatement. In his own words he would say he was FRICKIN STOKED! He ran towards the guard post, propelled onward by his boundless energy. The guards noticed him and started firing shots. Now it got fun. He could feel the path of the first bullet before it left the gun-barrel. He instinctively shifted an inch to the right and felt the bullet speed by a fraction of an instant later. The guards opened up, but nothing could touch him. He twisted, juked, tucked and rolled, always moving forward. He laughed with exhilaration. This was epic. He shouted at the guards "YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!!!" Then he was within throwing range. he grabbed a grenade form one of his bandoleers and threw it into the guards house on the right. The guards had a second to get out of the way before it exploded. None escaped. He dove throught the newly created hole and came out the other side. As he ran towards the second guard house he unholstered his dual Uzis. He arrived to find chaos. Syesthesia and her guards were already attacking this one. He lit up the guard dropping them like flies with his wild shots. The uzi was not made for accuracy, but it was excellent for crowded rooms. Soon the guards had all been taken care of and the gate had been opened. Dodgeball pulled out a flare gun and sent up a signal. This was fun.

While the dim lights and loud dance music are good ideas, let's keep in mind this is the first DA party. we don't want to scare everyone off forever. Yes the plan is to get taste-testers, but we can't have everyone volunteer or the 17th staff might intervene. So we have to be discreet and exercise self control. Also, we want to throw a classy party, so we should play loud music of some other kind. Maybe Celtic, have the guests dance a complicated reel. It'll make it easier to separate guests from the herd. As for snacks, we should showcase our diversity. Chouta, enchiladas, meat-pies, brownies, cakes, even strudel! I imagine the party will start Friday night, Pacific Coast Time.

Newan: So if someone shot her in her mouth, would it be reflected around inside her head, for would her reflective coating break from the inside?

You know what Nathan and Backtrack need? Jetpacks http://poorlydrawnlines.com/comic/jetpack/

When asked to list your nationality on forms you put down Herdazian.

Thank you, thank you. I should be able to have this up within 24 hours. Music suggestions? Decoration ideas?

Molly was just an idea. Nothing is set in stone. Well, except Chicago Joe I guess. And parts of Miner? I'm cool. The Lost boys I created can be up for grabs, just let me know if ya want one. Question for Newan: you say she subconsciously nullifies her ability on her feet so she can walk. Technically, could someone stab her through the soles of her feet if she wasn't expecting it? Also, I have finals this week and next, so I'll do my best to hang around, but I make no promises.