Fatebreaker

Can Dodgeball and Growthspurt tag along?

Granted. You are forced to post constantly on the Oregon threads and fill your posts with MLP jokes and memes. This is the only way for anyone to gain rep at the same rate as them. I wish to have an on screen speaking role in the 7th Star Wars.

Why shouldn't you go drinking with an Inquisitor? They might Spike your drink... (actually both meanings of the word make this a frightening scenario )

We of the Dark Alley firmly believe that anything and everything can be Spiked.

Clubs was grumpier than usual when the doctor told him he had to give up Smoking. When he came home unexpectedly he Spooked his nephew.

Whew! Good to know. I'd hate to offend the writer of Nighthound...

We of the Alley would be happy to give you a cookie absolutely free!

" 'Hoy small fry!" Welcome to the Madness that is the 17th. Watch your step, mind your head, and don't feed the animals. However, feel free to feed yourself with this delicious cookie I now bestow upon you.

I did consider that. I didn't want the comedic value of the mad ballooner marred by racism. I'm part German myself, and have no prejudice towards them or any race at all. I see it as more of poking fun at the stereotype than actually mocking the people. The idea was what if a crazy WWII aviation enthusiast got powers and kinda went crazy. I'm even gonna have Schultz mention it at some point. But I want to make sure I am considerate and not offensive, so if you find anything too offensive, let me know and I will remedy the situation. But as long as you're okay with him, he will continue to contribute to the madness! He is so much fun to right for. Also, since you're from Germany, suggestions and tips for writing him are welcome.

No problem, the Mad Ballooner just named the first epic he could think of. Names are not really his strong suit. Niether are conversations, he's more of a monologue kind of guy.

Unt, zee furst Mad Ballooner post is up! (ba-dum-tissssh!) I can't believe the Minor Epic Empire let him join. They had no idea what they were signing up for! (ba-duuumm-tiiiiisssssssssssshhh!) Hah, I love balloon puns. They can be dangerous though. Do a bad one and it can blow up in your face! (ba-da-dum-ba-dum-tttiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhh!!!) Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night.

"My girlfriend—Funtimes, that is—is certainly powerful enough to convince anyone to stay. You might recall a storm of pancakes? That was her. And she's the reason this jungle is floating, and why it's a jungle rather than a dusty old museum." Fade took in this new information. Though Lightwards was the supposed leader, this Funtimes seemed to have all the power. What was it that allowed Lightwards to rule? Was she using him as a puppet, or did he have even greater power? He needed some concrete facts. "I need to know a few things for sure: Funtimes and Lightwards abilities? And," He lowered his voice and nodded at Nighthound. "what he's capable of. I've seen how you look at him, I've seen the way he acts, and I would feel alot better about the world if he no longer lived in it. Tell me what I need to know, and I could help you be rid of him. Permanently." -------- Mommy told her children to wait for her, then walked up to the front doors. She tentatively pushed open the doors and took a step inside. "Hello?" she called. "Is this the Minor Epic Empire?" Suddenly she heard a loud voice with a thick German accent shout at her "Halt! Stay vere you are! Move unt I vill be riddlink you vith bullets! Schultz! Bindt and gag zee introoder! She turned in time to see a short man in an old fashioned military uniform extend his hands towards her. Duct tape shot out of his palms and bound her, tying her arms to her sides and her legs together. Another piece went over her mouth, cutting off her startled cry. A second man joined her captor. He was tall and thin, yet well muscled. His bright blue eyes contrasted startlingly with his wild black mustache and bushy eyebrows. He was wearing an outfit she associated with the Red Baron. All of this would have been quite laughable, were it not for the pistol he was pointing at her. He marched up to her, glaring magnificently "So! You sought you kould shneak up ont us, yah? Vell you sought vrong! No von shneaks up on Baron von Shtiekelvurst! Vell, no von except zat hobo in Los Angeles. I mean one minoot you're shtrollink down zee shtreet, ze nexsht a valrus drops ont your head! Zat vill ruin your day, let me tell you. Do you know how much a valrus weighs? More zan a German Schepard, zats for schure. Anyvay, ve are not here to be talkink about valruses, ve are here because of you fraulein! Vhy are you here? Vat vere you doink, sneaking aroundt zee headquarters of zee Minor Epic Empire? Vell?" Being gagged, mommy said nothing and raised an eyebrow. The Baron waited for a moment, then seemed to realize the issue. He turned to his companion. "Schultz, How am I supposed to interrogate zee prisoner if she can't reply? HMMM!?!? Answer me Schultz!" The shorter man rolled his eyes. "I do not know sir." The baron smacked him with one of his gloves. Schultz didn't seem to care. "She can't! remove zee tape gagging her at vonce!" he winced as the taped peeled off her mouth. "Zat kannot be komfortable. I am sorry, Schultz is a bit of an idiot sometimes. Anyvay, your explanation can vait, I vill take you to zat Refill unt show him how brave I vas." Come along, you too Schultz. Uuuunt, MARCH! Left, left, left right left!" And off they marched down the corridor.

You heard him guys, LET'S GET 'EM!!! Joking. Kinda...

Can I respond to the Mommy post with the Mad Ballooner and Schultz? Hilarity is guaranteed. Edit: I added their bios to the epics of oregon page.

Granted. Your family dies, you make enough money for the funeral. I wish I could successfully spike sell cookies to everybody at my university.

Vasher walked in the cold, northern region, regretting his decision not to bring an extra pair of socks. As he walked along the path he looked up at the bright yellows, reds, and oranges of the leaves above him. It was at this point he heard a voice in his head Do you know why I like autumn Vasher? No, but i'm sure you're going to tell me. Hey, you're right! Are you psychic? Can you read my mind? Tell me what I'm thinking. You're thinking we should destroy some evil. Hey, that's exactly what I was thinking! You are psychic! Anyway I like autumn because of the plants. Vasher was taken aback. Did Nightblood enjoy the colors of fall? Did he find them beautiful? Could he even comprehend beauty? Really? You do? Yeah, because they're all dying. Every leaf that falls will never live again, it has fallen from it's blissful perch and will slowly rot, placing it's nutrients in the soil and feeding the vicious cycle of death. Autumn is essentially an apocalypse, the deaths innumerable. And it happens every year. ... ... ... That's why I like autumn. Vasher made a mental not to never ask Nightblood about winter. Shut up Nightblood.

Sorry, but you left out the best part: When are we planning night to fall?

Or more accurately, SAFO (Spike And Find Out) I always viewed it as you were ripping off a piece of someone else's spirit web and tacking it one to your own. The power Is still capable of being ripped from you, whether it is further used or not is about intent.

We of the Dark Alley have tested this, but are not authorized to release our findings at this time.

Now that practically everyone else has powers, Kaladin will mope about no longer being special. Syl will try to smack sense into him, but it will take a near-death experience for him to snap out of it. The Lopen will rise as the Coolest Gancho Ever, make two armed herdazian jokes, and establish his own radiant order, The Ganchos. Shallan will wrestle with which romantic interest to choose. Adolin is super attractive, but Kaladin has super powers. Who she marries will be irrelevant, because FeatherWriter will write sooooo many fanfictions of Shallarin that it will eventually become cannon. Rock will use his stormlight to become the Ubercook, cooking the greatest culinary masterpieces Roshar has ever known. Unfortunately, his food will still break your teeth, so no one will try it. Szeth will be badchull. Extremely badchull. Nightblood will be hilarious and profound, and together with Szeth will redefine badchull. The moment it is released the forums will explode with theories. Only 5% will be true, but that won't stop people from crashing the site. Can't wait for this book.

I'm gonna say Elsecaller. Look at his equipment. Sonic-screwdriver: pretty much soulcasting. Tardis: transportation, through both time and space

detnarG. er'uoY a rotcennoC gnirreF s'ohw eht tsal gnivil luos no htrae. I hsiw rof gnidnatsrednu fo ygrulameH dna egdelwonk fo lla dniB stnioP.

Of course. Silly lowlander, so airsick.

A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 9: A Typhoon of Judgement Summary: Only three people came through the Portal on that plateau. An Assassin, a Herald, and a Wanderer. Nale, Herald of Justice looks down on this world of corruption and sin and Judges them Guilty. He sentences them to trial by combat. The entire world against one man with a blade. The newly reforged Skybreaker, Szeth, and his righteous blade, . And so every single criminal was destroyed. And Hoid is okay with it because Nale gave him the dragons. And they live happily ever after. The End.

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