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Covenant just stood there as if a new current of the long gone memories caught him again – but no memories were at action, was it defeat or the last attempt to think of a way out, he was so unreadable there could as well be nothing on his mind. All the others were showing more presence, but not more life. Linden rested her weight heavily on the Staff of Law, which accomplished the task it wasn't made for without complaint. She observed the ruined territory with little interest, it wasn't going to help matters much, but not much could be done anyway. The breach in the side of the mountain showed the catacombs to the outer world for the first time, but it wasn't made to complain aloud either. Linden had other reasons to be quiet and solemn - not only there were more reasons to cry and bemoan than could be heeded, not only saying anything was going to be useless, but the sheer scale of ruin was on the level that went from crying to stunned silence.
She was standing on a tall cliff, formed and occupied by her and her companions when the side of the mountain was shattered, when the skurj, the hordes of kresh and an endless army of cavewights surrounded from all sides. And, certainly, that couldn't be all. The Worm moved closer, deflected from its path to the Blood – by none other the She Who Must Not Be Named, who was the one to breach the side of Gravin Threndor as well, making Her presence easier to sense – whatever the reason, likely the Worm just perceived some power to eat – or maybe irritation about the wrong kind of power.
But it was Jeremiah who caught Linden's gaze most, standing near his new construct, almost finished. Not even far, he could be reached almost momentarily by ground, but the ground between the two cliffs struck hard with the ruin of the mountain, it was now an abyss – not wide, but going to the depths She left. Worse, Jeremiah's thought was lost deep inside again, now controlled by a Raver – all the three brothers sided with Roger, claiming they left their ungrateful master, even Sheol was there – in the form of many Sandgorgons. Roger stood beside the construct, clutching both rings, Joan's was supposed to finish the construct, and the other one was held not to be accessed by anyone else. And Kastenessen stood there as well – maybe not that much stood, his form didn't allow much in that way, but that could be named so for ease of explanation. This was the point which drew She as well, and after her the Worm.
Covenant wasn't really oblivious to his surroundings, he was deep in thought. And of all the thoughts the one that bothered him most was not about any of the extraordinary people and creatures around, but about one absent. Because all the mayhem around definitely lacked its key figure, and not like Covenant could think that someone was accidentally not involved. In case anyone didn't guess till now, Lord Foul was nowhere to be found.
Then a slight sound was heard, for a moment everything went pitch black, but then the meager lights returned. To a surprisingly underwhelming picture. Linden glanced at the... person, which was the most fitting word to think of at the moment – it was a rabbit, or maybe a hare, but standing upright, dressed in a uniform and looking quite human, apart from looking like a rabbit. And he had the luck to appear in the middle of the kresh horde. Linden tried to call for some power from the Staff, but nothing much happened, not only Linden was practically breathing the epicenter of Kevin's Dirt, she felt more powerless than suffering from Esmer's nausea, someone was blocking her – most likely Kastenessen had enough sanity to do that, at least to hold off everyone this last time – to finally achieve the desired ruin of all. She turned away not to see, tried to cover her ears, but a pitiful sound made it – though it wasn't like any a rabbit could make. Actually, it was more like wolf howls, and a lot of them – though it was nothing like what the kresh wolves usually sounded like, it was almost... whiny.
Linden turned around on time to see yellow gloves catching the edge of the cliff and Mahrtiir helping the newcomer up. Then Mahrtiir greeted him formally, referring to him as a great warrior. The ur-viles gathered closer, watching with great interest. The Feroce edged even closer and surrounded the unexpected guest.
“Captain Bucky O'Hare of the Righteous Indignation.”
He glanced at the company that gathered on the cliff, then at the surroundings, and added the next words in a sharp and brisk manner.
“And what are you?”
“As much as your politeness demands improvement, I see no reason to refuse your curiosity...”
But Mahrtiir was cut off in his words. Every look turned towards Roger, who got into the construct – and the construct was beginning to glow. He waved in a mock goodbye – and apparently decided he had a vantage point good enough for a speech. Mocking was in his tone as well, and a snarl placed itself on his face.
“It is with great grief that I leave you all to die and it doesn't even help that I go to distant worlds to become a god... Oh, who am I kidding – it is with great relief I leave you all, suckers. Especially you, dear daddy. See what I've become? Aren't you proud of me? And pass my farewell to the old relic that didn't even gather its strength to come here – or does he still think it all goes according to his plan?”
Roger laughed scornfully, and choked on that laughter halfway. It was Covenant who drew attention this time. He seemingly didn't do anything extraordinary, just looked at Roger – but there was something in that gaze that made the scornful laughter stop. Roger swallowed, but continued to talk.
“Oh what is it now? Are you now going to tell me to run back to you, that you'll be a good father, what?”
Covenant replied not attacking back with words, but in a solemn way.
“You just don't know him well enough. It is his plan – and you're playing on his side”
Roger understood, the look on his face wavered for a moment, he almost made a motion out of the construct – but returned.
The shining became almost unbearable – and then there was a sound like a shatter of the mightiest column – or, to be more precise, the mightiest Arch. It was easily in sight now, and easily seen as damaged – something like cracks appeared – and widened from the end of the beam that appeared from the construct. Roger gazed in terror and tried to remove the ring, dropping the other, tried to remove anything from the construct, but it was untouchable. It was now the turn for the Ravers to start to laugh. Jehannum spoke with Jeremiah's mouth then.
“Don't you see now how wise we were indeed from the beginning in our choice? Now that our Master...”
Perhaps it was a day for interruptions. The newcomer looked up from some device he was holding and spoke up.
“Tell your master then, that captain Bucky O'Hare of the Righteous Indignation demands immediate withdrawal of all hostile forces, or you will find for yourselves what dangers the other worlds keep.”
Jehannum even stared blankly for a moment. And Bucky turned to Linden.
“I register the staff you hold as a connection device, among other things – may I have it for a moment?”
Linden thought there wasn't anything she could do with it anyway – and something in the stranger did seem... familiar. Than she recalled – she tried occasionally different means of waking interest to anything in Jeremiah – at some point a number of cartoons of various content and age. Something like that was there... could Jeremiah bypass the control and call for someone he knew? That was perhaps the greatest hope she could have – she outstretched the Staff. And viewed the most spectacular jump – no human could leap to the construct, but this wasn't one – to great luck. He still just barely caught the edge with his hands – the Staff was safely fastened to his belt – and it was Roger who helped him up. Kastenessen, who apparently thought he was finally going to calmly die, decided not to take risks and reached with his lava, Herem rose up in his skurj form, but they were all just slightly late – Bucky thrusted the Staff into the construct – it didn't seem to fit, but suddenly it did, and the construct changed, as if melding with something else, what looked like some machine with a handle – and as the machine appeared and became one with the construct, something like a rip in the fabric of space appeared, showing a different world – one with a lot more animals behaving like humans. The events there were apparently far from stellar as well, and even a quick glance could hardly miss an enormous thing that looked made of combined computers and wires, all the monitors showing an aggressive toad-like face. Several people - actually, a cat, a duck, a baboon and a human – were helping a tiny robot to connect the wires to the machine that just melded with Jeremiah's construct. The robot complained aloud, especially as lava started to melt the sides of his machine, and the cliff fell, with everything on its top just barely remaining on its surface that came to rest meeting the cliff on which Covenant and the others were.
“Calamity and woe! What are we going to do now? Connecting the KOMPLEX to the photon accelerator was an insane idea to start with – there was no way to try out beforehand and know for sure if that will shut down its level of evil intelligence by loading it with calculations – it was only a guess, and now the risk is even more... Ah, it just doesn't appear to work in any way”
Covenant spoke then.
“It's never that easy – like a surge of power or a tricky plan. Never could be – only standing in the eye of a paradox, you can really change anything – like a friend of mine said, there is hope in contradiction”
Bucky inquired abut something different then.
“I did almost expect to shut down the beam with this connection – and to shut down the evil artificial intelligence by overloading it – it just looks not enough. And do you see – the monitors now show you – and the woman who gave me the staff – should be because the ring is yours, and the staff is hers. So why not use the other ring as well?”
Covenant glanced at the screens.
“Right... the ring now belongs to me, it belonged to my wife before. But the other ring now belongs to the same terrible enemy you heard of already – the one who started all this. If I understand anything right, his wishes may corrupt anything this artificial intelligence is now wired to calculate. Though....”
The robot jumped up.
“Oh no, don't say it again!”
Bucky smiled in a way that reminded Linded of the phrase “juiceless pleasure” - because of being the opposite. The captain spoke up.
“Absolutely right – the choice between certain destruction and the great unknown.”
He took up the ring and showed it forcefully into one of the cracks in the machine's now much damaged surface. Nothing happened. And then he kicked the machine.
The monitor began to change the pictures so fast it wasn't possible to see a thing.
A gray cloud appeared nearby and dissolved, Lord Foul appeared as if he stood beside all the time – and was lifted up, as well as She. And it was only then that everyone looked up. The arch wasn't cracked anymore, all the cracks gathered as if they were somethings, not the absence of anything, changing the form of the Arch – forming a dark entrance – a gateway now.
For a few moments it was silent, almost as if nothing happened, and the light began to stream down from the gateway, taking forms of women flowing to different sides – but one stood still, and then man appeared beside, one that was recognizable as the old beggar – but wasn't old now and looked clothed in light. After a few moments a dark figure joined, Lord Foul was recognizable yet, but changed in some way hard to explain – somehow like rain differs from a bucket of water on your head. It was him who spoke.
“Be ascertained I will spare you as little time as I can, for it gives me now nothing but the greatest pleasure to be as far from you as the omniverse allows. But these two now have all the possibility to chatter with you all they like, so I have the chance tell you this. Goodbye. But, even if nothing else may appear in my mind later, this I have to say – I learned from you more than I could ever expect, and only now that I'm whole, I can understand that value. And perhaps sometime you'll appreciate the similar gift – that you learned something from me as well.”
And to maybe brighten up the questionable mood
Covenant just stood there as if a new current of the long gone memories caught him again – but no memories were at action, was it defeat or the last attempt to think of a way out, he was so unreadable there could as well be nothing on his mind. All the others were showing more presence, but not more life. Linden rested her weight heavily on the Staff of Law, which accomplished the task it wasn't made for without complaint. She observed the ruined territory with little interest, it wasn't going to help matters much, but not much could be done anyway. The breach in the side of the mountain showed the catacombs to the outer world for the first time, but it wasn't made to complain aloud either. Linden had other reasons to be quiet and solemn - not only there were more reasons to cry and bemoan than could be heeded, not only saying anything was going to be useless, but the sheer scale of ruin was on the level that went from crying to stunned silence.
She was standing on a tall cliff, formed and occupied by her and her companions when the side of the mountain was shattered, when the skurj, the hordes of kresh and an endless army of cavewights surrounded from all sides. And, certainly, that couldn't be all. The Worm moved closer, deflected from its path to the Blood – by none other the She Who Must Not Be Named, who was the one to breach the side of Gravin Threndor as well, making Her presence easier to sense – whatever the reason, likely the Worm just perceived some power to eat – or maybe irritation about the wrong kind of power.
But it was Jeremiah who caught Linden's gaze most, standing near his new construct, almost finished. Not even far, he could be reached almost momentarily by ground, but the ground between the two cliffs struck hard with the ruin of the mountain, it was now an abyss – not wide, but going to the depths She left. Worse, Jeremiah's thought was lost deep inside again, now controlled by a Raver – all the three brothers sided with Roger, claiming they left their ungrateful master, even Sheol was there – in the form of many Sandgorgons. Roger stood beside the construct, clutching both rings, Joan's was supposed to finish the construct, and the other one was held not to be accessed by anyone else. And Kastenessen stood there as well – maybe not that much stood, his form didn't allow much in that way, but that could be named so for ease of explanation. This was the point which drew She as well, and after her the Worm.
Covenant wasn't really oblivious to his surroundings, he was deep in thought. And of all the thoughts the one that bothered him most was not about any of the extraordinary people and creatures around, but about one absent. Because all the mayhem around definitely lacked its key figure, and not like Covenant could think that someone was accidentally not involved. In case anyone didn't guess till now, Lord Foul was nowhere to be found.
Then a slight sound was heard, for a moment everything went pitch black, but then the meager lights returned. To a surprisingly underwhelming picture. Linden glanced at the... person, which was the most fitting word to think of at the moment – it was a rabbit, or maybe a hare, but standing upright, dressed in a uniform and looking quite human, apart from looking like a rabbit. And he had the luck to appear in the middle of the kresh horde. Linden tried to call for some power from the Staff, but nothing much happened, not only Linden was practically breathing the epicenter of Kevin's Dirt, she felt more powerless than suffering from Esmer's nausea, someone was blocking her – most likely Kastenessen had enough sanity to do that, at least to hold off everyone this last time – to finally achieve the desired ruin of all. She turned away not to see, tried to cover her ears, but a pitiful sound made it – though it wasn't like any a rabbit could make. Actually, it was more like wolf howls, and a lot of them – though it was nothing like what the kresh wolves usually sounded like, it was almost... whiny.
Linden turned around on time to see yellow gloves catching the edge of the cliff and Mahrtiir helping the newcomer up. Then Mahrtiir greeted him formally, referring to him as a great warrior. The ur-viles gathered closer, watching with great interest. The Feroce edged even closer and surrounded the unexpected guest.
“Captain Bucky O'Hare of the Righteous Indignation.”
He glanced at the company that gathered on the cliff, then at the surroundings, and added the next words in a sharp and brisk manner.
“And what are you?”
“As much as your politeness demands improvement, I see no reason to refuse your curiosity...”
But Mahrtiir was cut off in his words. Every look turned towards Roger, who got into the construct – and the construct was beginning to glow. He waved in a mock goodbye – and apparently decided he had a vantage point good enough for a speech. Mocking was in his tone as well, and a snarl placed itself on his face.
“It is with great grief that I leave you all to die and it doesn't even help that I go to distant worlds to become a god... Oh, who am I kidding – it is with great relief I leave you all, suckers. Especially you, dear daddy. See what I've become? Aren't you proud of me? And pass my farewell to the old relic that didn't even gather its strength to come here – or does he still think it all goes according to his plan?”
Roger laughed scornfully, and choked on that laughter halfway. It was Covenant who drew attention this time. He seemingly didn't do anything extraordinary, just looked at Roger – but there was something in that gaze that made the scornful laughter stop. Roger swallowed, but continued to talk.
“Oh what is it now? Are you now going to tell me to run back to you, that you'll be a good father, what?”
Covenant replied not attacking back with words, but in a solemn way.
“You just don't know him well enough. It is his plan – and you're playing on his side”
Roger understood, the look on his face wavered for a moment, he almost made a motion out of the construct – but returned.
The shining became almost unbearable – and then there was a sound like a shatter of the mightiest column – or, to be more precise, the mightiest Arch. It was easily in sight now, and easily seen as damaged – something like cracks appeared – and widened from the end of the beam that appeared from the construct. Roger gazed in terror and tried to remove the ring, dropping the other, tried to remove anything from the construct, but it was untouchable. It was now the turn for the Ravers to start to laugh. Jehannum spoke with Jeremiah's mouth then.
“Don't you see now how wise we were indeed from the beginning in our choice? Now that our Master...”
Perhaps it was a day for interruptions. The newcomer looked up from some device he was holding and spoke up.
“Tell your master then, that captain Bucky O'Hare of the Righteous Indignation demands immediate withdrawal of all hostile forces, or you will find for yourselves what dangers the other worlds keep.”
Jehannum even stared blankly for a moment. And Bucky turned to Linden.
“I register the staff you hold as a connection device, among other things – may I have it for a moment?”
Linden thought there wasn't anything she could do with it anyway – and something in the stranger did seem... familiar. Than she recalled – she tried occasionally different means of waking interest to anything in Jeremiah – at some point a number of cartoons of various content and age. Something like that was there... could Jeremiah bypass the control and call for someone he knew? That was perhaps the greatest hope she could have – she outstretched the Staff. And viewed the most spectacular jump – no human could leap to the construct, but this wasn't one – to great luck. He still just barely caught the edge with his hands – the Staff was safely fastened to his belt – and it was Roger who helped him up. Kastenessen, who apparently thought he was finally going to calmly die, decided not to take risks and reached with his lava, Herem rose up in his skurj form, but they were all just slightly late – Bucky thrusted the Staff into the construct – it didn't seem to fit, but suddenly it did, and the construct changed, as if melding with something else, what looked like some machine with a handle – and as the machine appeared and became one with the construct, something like a rip in the fabric of space appeared, showing a different world – one with a lot more animals behaving like humans. The events there were apparently far from stellar as well, and even a quick glance could hardly miss an enormous thing that looked made of combined computers and wires, all the monitors showing an aggressive toad-like face. Several people - actually, a cat, a duck, a baboon and a human – were helping a tiny robot to connect the wires to the machine that just melded with Jeremiah's construct. The robot complained aloud, especially as lava started to melt the sides of his machine, and the cliff fell, with everything on its top just barely remaining on its surface that came to rest meeting the cliff on which Covenant and the others were.
“Calamity and woe! What are we going to do now? Connecting the KOMPLEX to the photon accelerator was an insane idea to start with – there was no way to try out beforehand and know for sure if that will shut down its level of evil intelligence by loading it with calculations – it was only a guess, and now the risk is even more... Ah, it just doesn't appear to work in any way”
Covenant spoke then.
“It's never that easy – like a surge of power or a tricky plan. Never could be – only standing in the eye of a paradox, you can really change anything – like a friend of mine said, there is hope in contradiction”
Bucky inquired abut something different then.
“I did almost expect to shut down the beam with this connection – and to shut down the evil artificial intelligence by overloading it – it just looks not enough. And do you see – the monitors now show you – and the woman who gave me the staff – should be because the ring is yours, and the staff is hers. So why not use the other ring as well?”
Covenant glanced at the screens.
“Right... the ring now belongs to me, it belonged to my wife before. But the other ring now belongs to the same terrible enemy you heard of already – the one who started all this. If I understand anything right, his wishes may corrupt anything this artificial intelligence is now wired to calculate. Though....”
The robot jumped up.
“Oh no, don't say it again!”
Bucky smiled in a way that reminded Linded of the phrase “juiceless pleasure” - because of being the opposite. The captain spoke up.
“Absolutely right – the choice between certain destruction and the great unknown.”
He took up the ring and showed it forcefully into one of the cracks in the machine's now much damaged surface. Nothing happened. And then he kicked the machine.
The monitor began to change the pictures so fast it wasn't possible to see a thing.
A gray cloud appeared nearby and dissolved, Lord Foul appeared as if he stood beside all the time – and was lifted up, as well as She. And it was only then that everyone looked up. The arch wasn't cracked anymore, all the cracks gathered as if they were somethings, not the absence of anything, changing the form of the Arch – forming a dark entrance – a gateway now.
For a few moments it was silent, almost as if nothing happened, and the light began to stream down from the gateway, taking forms of women flowing to different sides – but one stood still, and then man appeared beside, one that was recognizable as the old beggar – but wasn't old now and looked clothed in light. After a few moments a dark figure joined, Lord Foul was recognizable yet, but changed in some way hard to explain – somehow like rain differs from a bucket of water on your head. It was him who spoke.
“Be ascertained I will spare you as little time as I can, for it gives me now nothing but the greatest pleasure to be as far from you as the omniverse allows. But these two now have all the possibility to chatter with you all they like, so I have the chance tell you this. Goodbye. But, even if nothing else may appear in my mind later, this I have to say – I learned from you more than I could ever expect, and only now that I'm whole, I can understand that value. And perhaps sometime you'll appreciate the similar gift – that you learned something from me as well.”
And to maybe brighten up the questionable mood
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Now we need EVERYONE to vote (except the Survivors) for the entry that they think is best.
Please vote for TWO. Each of your two votes counts the same.
aliantha: Tom Slick
ebony_squire: The Hair Bears
Effaeldm: Captain Bucky O'Hare
Menolly: The Tazmanian Devil
Savor Dam: Dudley Do-Right
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Tough one, wanted to vote for the Hair Bears and Bucky too, but, had to vote for Nell's Horse friend and Tazwayfriend wrote:
Sorry, Tom Slick, you weren't in the running
*Disclaimer* - This vote is based solely on my affection for the characters, and was not influenced at all by the effort put forth for the story, they were all extremely well done, and I can't choose based upon that
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I Never Fail To Be Astounded By The Things We Do For Promises - Ronnie James Dio (All The Fools Sailed Away)
Remember, everytime you drag someone through the mud, you're down in the mud with them
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain
Where are we going...and... WHY are we in a handbasket?
Remember, everytime you drag someone through the mud, you're down in the mud with them
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain
Where are we going...and... WHY are we in a handbasket?
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Pleased to see such a lovely song brought here, I also like this one much www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsgg51dNeCk
Great Old Ones Are Coming to Town
You'd better watch out; you better go hide.
And Elder Sign's needed for this Yuletide
Great Old Ones are comin' to town.
They're making a fist and shaking it twice.
They're going to hit you, naughty or nice.
Great Old Ones are coming to town.
They're bringing ugly Shuggoths,
And horrid Deep Ones too,
Shub Niggurath is waking up
And so is Cthulhu
So you better watch out, you'd better go 'way,
Before the big guy comes up from R'lyeh.
Great Old Ones are coming to town.
We don't get to vote? May I ask about the reason? We may not vote for ourselves - that I understand. I won't lose anything if we're not allowed to vote for ourselves anyway - maybe apart from the chance to pompously announce not doing that - though I more or less managed in the circumstanceswayfriend wrote:...
Now we need EVERYONE to vote (except the Survivors)
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Thanks!) Good words are also pleasant, moreover since I've specifically chosen this not much known character against the understanding that someone known and loved could be more winning-savvy)sindatur wrote:...
Tough one, wanted to vote for the Hair Bears and Bucky too
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sindatur wrote:...
*Disclaimer* - This vote is based solely on my affection for the characters, and was not influenced at all by the effort put forth for the story
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My only thought was to keep it simple. Any other survivors think they should be able to vote? If Effy is seconded, it shall be so. It's not like the fate of the free world rests in the balance. Just a crap load of WGD.Effaeldm wrote:We don't get to vote? May I ask about the reason?wayfriend wrote:...
Now we need EVERYONE to vote (except the Survivors)
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1. Who/what would eat the deceased as bread?
- "Bread" was the clue here.
- Come, Sea!
Obey me!
Raise high!
Crash down!
Break rock!
Break stone:
crush heart:
grind soul:
rend flesh:
crack whole!
Eat dead
for bread!
Come, Sea!
Obey me!
- Come, Sea!
- Wikipedia says, "knifefish" may refer to several knife-shaped fishes, including Family Gymnotidae: banded knifefishes and electric eel. (Despite its name, an electric eel is not a true eel but rather a knifefish.) So, Starfare's Gem had been attacked by a large number of Raver-driven knifefishes.
- He asked the first question found in the General Interview.
In the Gradual Interview was wrote:Hierachy: Roughly how large will runes of the earth be compared to the other books? I would have assumed about the same size as the others but I have heard rumours that it will be bigger, are these rumours true? Thanks for your time.
-Hierachy
- When I wrote "Runes," it was about the same length as one of the "Mordant's Need" books--roughly 200 manuscript pages longer than the longest previous "Covenant" book. However, I'm under severe editorial pressure to cut the manuscript down by, you guessed it, 200 pages. So the published version may be about the same length as "The One Tree" or "White Gold Wielder."
(02/22/2004)
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I vote for Taz and hair bears. Along the same lines as sindatur, b/c of the characters as opposed to the story. I feel that's kind of cheating on the vote tho. But it was easier to pick based on that. And Taz was my favorite cartoon character.
--Andy
"Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur."
Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.
I believe in the One who says there is life after this.
Now tell me how much more open can my mind be?
"Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur."
Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.
I believe in the One who says there is life after this.
Now tell me how much more open can my mind be?
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A vote for me! Cool! 
Anyone seconding? I think it will be better to hear more opinions - and it's pleasant to get votes)wayfriend wrote:...
My only thought was to keep it simple. Any other survivors think they should be able to vote? If Effy is seconded, it shall be so. It's not like the fate of the free world rests in the balance. Just a crap load of WGD.
So, those had to be serious? Well, not like I regret what I wrote anyway)wayfriend wrote:...
Staff of Immunity Answers.
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Effaeldm wrote:...
Who/what would eat the deceased as bread?
Since Kinny didn't get the possibility to finish the ritual, I think he had to do that himself
What role did knifefish play in the Chronicles?
It was supposed to prove Lord Foul seriously took part in the creation of the Earth - really, a fish that is a knife - that looks Illearth Stone warped!
What did Hierachy do on Feb 22, 2004 that started a phenomenon?
Tried to write a hierarchy. Of SRD's characters. Ever since the phenomenon persists, since people still don't know if to put Drool or Milos at the bottom, and change their places atop each other regularly.
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Stone and Sea, I am not so poorly versed in years any longer, yet many a figure here utterly defies my recognition! Whence emerge these ancient men and beasts that ne'er reached the generation of Transformers and Turtles?
Hence my vote goes to:
Hence my vote goes to:
How come Gargoyles has been dumped almost to the very end of the lot??? *fangirl sulk*wayfriend wrote:...
(Anything here, for example.)
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I have one more vote 
And, Menolly, what do you think about the survivors voting? I think it could be interesting to hear those opinions out)
Haven't seen the Gargoyles, likely they weren't shown where I live, looks interesting from your level of excitement)
Did manage to enjoy lots of cartoons for children recently and till now, particularly those same turtles) and the rabbit above here. Though that one is sometimes questionable as a cartoon for children) I even started a topic on him Green SPACE rabbit, brainwashing Toad TV - Bucky O'Hare!
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