Tosh
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beaten egg
How cruel!
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As you say oh most benign high priestess.
I'll start working on it tomorrow.
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Ok so somebody seriously needs to decide for me.
I think I can write a pretty good story with the Rand rewrite idea, but it will be a long story and I don't know when I'll have time to write.
And then theres mirrorboys idea, which will probably be a good oneshot.
Well I can't decide between the two so you will have to do it for me.
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Congratulations Mirrorboy. In a couple of years you will be a mirrorman!
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^ True.
> Has no idea who Elzelin is.
v Does know and will tell me.
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Ooh I like that. Its between that and rewriting Rand starting at the first book.
***Prewiev of how that might look***
In a small cottage in the middle of a forest a young boy was dreaming. He was standing in the middle of a battlefield, dead and dieing men and women lieing piled up grotesquely high all around him. Some reached out for him, as if they could just come closer to him, maybe touch his long bloodstained cloak, then all would be better. The man, no thats not right, the young boy could do nothing but standing there watching.
Suddenly he was sitting crouched down, rocking back and forth on his heels, in a large room. In his hands he was holding the severed head of a blonde woman. He noticed he was crying, one part of him didn't know why he was crying, the other part knew all too well.
He felt someone grab a hold of him and shaking rather roughly. 'Go away' he sobbed. But the hand did not relent. 'Go away!'.
He tossed away the womans head, not hearing the savage crunching sound it produced when it impacted a wall because he was clutching his hands to his head screaming.
'Go away! Go away! Go away!'
He felt something explode inside him, he felt it reeling inside of him like a frenzied snake and then lashing out.
The young boy, his name was Rand he now knew, woke with a lurch and fell out of his bed. Clutched to his shirt was the shredded remains of a hand, the hand of his father Tam.
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If my roommate doesn't go home for the weekend I'm going to go crazy.
I smell naked alonetime.
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No idea. I just need an idea to start a story from.
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I want to write another WoT fanfic and I need help. I can't decide who/what/when I'm going to write about. I was thinking maybe a story that centers on a group of soldiers in lets say the red hand, or maybe some veteran swordsmen from shienar. Or one of the main characters. Maybe I'll make a story about Rand where he is not a total bitch. See! I need help! Pweese
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Well since I don't know anything about your parents I am going to say, ofcourse they will, and since I don't know anything about them I'm not really lieing I am just giving you the best answer I can using only the power of my imagination to create an image of your parents personality inside my head.
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^ King Leonidas would scream at the snames and look so macho and threatening they would all commit suicide
> Forgot to write the > and v and had to EDIT
v Is laughing at my forgetfulness up his/her sleeve.
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Its amazing how you can make Faile seem not-bitchy by just not letting her say anything.
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^ Is trying to hide from the thunderstorm but can't reach the doorknob
> Does not know the sticking out your bum for lightning trick but has been doing it anyway for kicks.
v Is sick of all the mother f****** snakes on this mother f****** plane.
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They heal people and as payment the midwives will come and..Mow her lawn
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Thank you all!
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^ Has the same name as the basplayer in Dimmu Borgir.
< Is overworked
v Is below me, harhar
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But every time I try to write a happy story it becomes terribly sappy!
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I was bored today so I decided to write something. It turned into a short story about Perrin and the last battle. Not very good but it took 20 min to write so I'm pretty satisfied.
The last battlePEWPEWLAZERZANDICECREAM By Tosh:
The battle had been raging for hours now, maybe even days, Perrin had lost the concept of time with the first beaked head he crushed with his hammer. The first lines of defence on the flank Perrin had been placed in charge of had crumpled and he had been forced to join the fighting, something that Mat had told him was the last thing a commander should do.
Swinging his hammer with frenzied ferocity as he felt a growing sense of dread growing inside him, they wouldn
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Happy birthday Kitten.
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Malazan book of the fallen: The Bonehunters
*joy*
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Jesus christ in a bucket! Why has nobody told me about this story? Its great.
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^ Damn right I do
< Got a hug
v Can stand up and pee.
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Is that the green one with the watering can? And shes hitting Travis! Come on mirror boy use your amazing mirror powers to...Fall to the floor and shatter giving her bad luck?
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^ Only when properly motivated
> Has a paper overdue 5 weeks and is getting away with it.
v Will proclaim my greatness to the world.
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Oh yeah? Well I was bitten by a snake once. I died and now I'm a ghost. Beat that.