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The Aviator: Honestly, I would have preferred to stay in the RC with Elanor, but Zeb begged and pleaded and I couldn't say no. Let's see if I can get myself eliminated quickly from this thing.

Zeb: Hey, it'll be good for you to get out of the RC and knock a few heads together.

Ix: I don't like this. I actually feel kind of sick—wait, four Jacques-es?

Charlotte: I don't expect to even come close to winning, especially since this will be my first time participating as a human, but I'm still going to give it my best shot.

Lorson: *flips off the camera*

Dax: *winks at the camera* I'm just here to have fun, really. I'm not going to give it my all—it'd hardly be fair—but I figure this will still be an enjoyable training exercise regardless of what happens. Good luck, everyone! And Jacques, Jacques, Jacques, and Jacques—I'll see you in the arena.

I shall build myself some defences!

*starts building snow fortress, aided by Agent Edward and snow powers*

*ten minutes later* What do you mean, that's an unrealistically short time to build a fortress?

Now all I need is an army to defend against the inevitable siege - oh, and I'd better make this snow fireproof to stop it burning down.

Catch me if you can, Twistey! What could possibly go wrong?

(I do know I tempted the Ironic Overpower. It's your job to help it out.)

I'm working on a version of Brighthammer 40,000 for use with the upcoming Warhammer 40,000 tabletop RPG, Wrath and Glory.

Here's a rough draft of the setting guide:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IyKLfvVcdYG8UVBro0Ah4aEOKkjmqc8ZLjuuypTLBx8/edit?usp=sharing

Larkus: "Hey, why not? It's a competition, it'll be fun! Last time I only made it to day four, but I'll do better this time, I've been practicing."

Curff: "Ordinarily I would be quite content with only one entry into this contest under my belt, but given my lackluster performance in the last tournament and my failure to provide the interviews I promised, I feel duty-bound to make a second attempt. Though I do hope my elimination will not be quite as... brutal, as it was last year." *glances uneasily at Zeb*

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1t0jZyWSBlOroGCFcxFbqVkHhbTiWOE5d/view?usp=sharing

Doodle I drew of Willis and I together. I was having trouble drawing legs that day, so that's why they aren't there.

You know what I look like, but Willis actually has red hair. The "kinda moppish hair", "wearing a hoodie" and "camping" bits were accurate, though.

-Twistey

Thanks.

-Twistey

I have two elemental agents as well, well, agents-to-be (one has earth powers, one has gravity powers, they'll be partners), but I don't have Permission yet.

So for now, I guess I'll just have to find some extras among my canon brethren and convince them to hide their faces so no one gets alarmed. Be right back. *portals to Wolfenstein 3D*

-Twistey

"I am an agent and I'm stabbing a Sue
Stabby stabby Sue
Stabby stabby Sue"?

{= D

(If you haven't come across "Diggy Diggy Hole" yet, go fill this gap in your experience immediately!)

~Neshomeh

I thought your version was going to be about canonlove. I guess it sort of is... ^_^;

What do you want to call it? I'm actually trying to get the Songbook up to date this year!

~Neshomeh

It is just a way to keep anyone who is interested in an easy way to group up so we don't need to remember character names

On further inspection, it looks like it's an unfired round, sent here by random Warp activity. I hope no one needed this.

Hot chocolate for all!

Well, at least it isn't one of the spoilery characters from certain works of recent media - wouldn't wanna attract that much controversy lol. And hey, it could've been worse, I could've gotten Cursed Child's What's-Her-Name or something... *shivers*

That was supposed to say "metallic powder down". Think of the kind produced by parrots or herons, but from Skarmory's iron feathers!

With that in mind... Packets of metallic feather down for everyone! Just add a magnet or two and watch the fun begin!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6WkIEv_NG8

Peace on Earth, folks, and good will to all! <3

Everyone gets a bolt shell casing engraved with a Chapter marking of their choice!

It kind of went a little off-topic. I thought I'd give Tiger just one triumph, seeing as it is Christmas.

The drawing room was filled with people, all smiling and drinking except Tiger, who was crouched in a corner. He didn’t much feel like celebrating. He never did.

The door swung open and a fat, red-faced man in a white apron entered, holding a covered dish, entered.

“Excuse me,” he said loudly, and everyone turned to look at him. “There’s… err… been a bit of a problem with the turkey.” He whipped the cover aside to reveal a charred black turkey.

Tiger expected his father to immediately take charge and start asking questions, but nothing happened. Instead, everyone started talking at once.

“When did this happen?”

“How did that turkey get burnt?”

“Who did it?”

Tiger said nothing. He was thinking. It seemed very weird. It was too half-hearted, too small. No-one here would want to do something like that. Unless…

“It’s a distraction!” he said triumphantly, but no-one heard him. The room was rapidly dissolving into chaos. Fingers were being pointed, people were being blamed, everyone was trying to test the turkey with different kinds of magic…

Where had all this come from? Where was the ordered, measured, thoughtful reaction that usually met any problem, however small?

Then Tiger realised.

His father wasn’t there.

He quickly cast an amplification charm on himself and then yelled “SHUT UP!”

Everyone turned to stare at him. That had come out a lot louder than he had intended. He took a deep breath and then said calmly, “My father isn’t here.”

Instantly the chaos returned, except even more chaotic than before. No-one knew what to do any more. There was no clear leader to organise and plan things.

From out of the mass of voices, one emerged loudly: Holly’s.

“Tiger!” she was saying. “What have you done?” She marched up to him, deliberately invading his personal space.

Tiger shot her a look but didn’t step backwards. “Nothing,” he said, trying to keep his voice level.

“You liar! You’re the one responsible for this! You’re the only one who has a motive – “

“Holly,” said Tiger, “Are you even more of an idiot than I already knew you were? Everyone here has a motive, what we need to consider is opportunity. Who could have done this?”

“You!” Holly screamed. “You did it, you liar!”

“Do you have any actual proof?” he asked, mind whirling. People here distrusted him, and quite a lot wanted him gone. If he couldn’t do something fast, he might be in danger. He needed to figure out who had really done it.

“I heard you muttering to yourself! I saw the notebook with the plan in it!”

“Blatant lies,” said Tiger. Who could have made Francis Moon vanish? Surely no-one could. It was completely and utterly impossible. Tiger couldn’t even imagine how to go about it without being caught within seconds.

“I didn’t do it, Holly,” he said, struggling not to panic and keeping his voice carefully level. “I’m fifteen. There is no possible way I could have done this.”

“Then who did?” challenged Holly boldly. Everyone had now turned to look at the siblings. Tiger knew he was trapped. He had seconds to come up with the answer.

In a flash, it hit him. It was obvious.

“He did,” said Tiger.

The door swung open. “Well done, Tiger,” said Francis Moon. “Yes, I did it. The turkey was my doing as well – I thought it would make a good distraction.”

Tiger fought to keep the smug look off his face. “Why did you do it?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Can’t you work it out?”

“It was some kind of test…” Tiger said quickly. His father was always testing everyone around him.

He hesitated. “You wanted to see… how we coped without you… Am I right?”

“Absolutely!” said Francis, smiling. “And I’m afraid you rather failed this particular test. Now, shall we all proceed to the dining room? The real turkey is cooked to perfection.”

Would make my own, but I can't be bothered.

As an eagle myself I’m pleased with that!

*munches frog*

Can I please have some allies this time?


Oh yes, now I have Permission and an elemental agent...

*Agent Edward falls through plothole*

Attack. No, not me, you idiot, Twistey!

((If I had an Insanity Detector it would be beeping like mad. Edward has water powers, by the way.))

Grabs the recaf from the shipping crate.

The photo is very blurry and the name is mostly scratched off somehow. It reads "-ana Black: annoying Mary Sue".
It will fetch a pretty mint amongst collectors.

Chocolate chip cookies for everyone!

Your interest in conspiracy theories and your status (alongside me and a few others) as one of Those Who Often Reply To/Create Posts That Get No Attention Otherwise.

-Twistey