Does “thing I last worked on” count?
Last finished work was either years ago or used for mafia flavor.
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BOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING
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if it’s longer than 500 words yes
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my favourite response was “shoot the lock off the door”, to which i responded with “what lock”
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i thought of that but then i read the question
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shoot him until i can’t
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AMEN
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“jaiden stop inciting the death of random people jaiden” can a girl not have fun anymore
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truth or consequences takes forever per question
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we need to just move on if someones finding a link or writing something then come back
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ishmael your turn
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either run async or do something alongside it. who wants to play chatchat
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AN IMAGE YOU SUCK ASH
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just copy and paste it in a spoiler here!!
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Alright; you’re the boss.
Clopen
A loud throat clear silences the room, and its source stands up on his chair.
“A few words to mark the occasion, if I may.” He turns to Abhimanyu, who gives a nod of approval.
Varun takes a breath, gathering his thoughts before beginning. “When I was a child, my mother brought me to the Planetarium. She gave the full tour: she showed me the beauty of the Book and its power, showed me the grandiosity of her place, opened it up to the starry skies and twisted the night sky like tracing her hand upon water. And the entire while, she attempted to impart upon me that this, all that, was what I should strive for as a Lakshman. With all the subtlety of a rock, naturally.” A light laugh emerges from the audience.
“Standing here and staring back, it was her attempt to share her duty over the Book of Stars with her duties as a mother, to teach me about the ways of the world and my duties to my family all within the confines of her position. And for that, I’m incredibly grateful. She juggles every pressure the world throws at her with a finesse I shall eternally strive to command.
“But I recall standing in that giant marvel and wondering whether I could ever achieve that. My grandmother, our grandmother,” - he motions of Abhimanyu - “She was and remains such a centralizing force for our family. The annihilator of the Great Empire, the hero of the new world, the greatest mage to ever live. We’ve lived in her shadow ever since. That great Planetarium my mother commands, from the Book she holds to the mechanisms that unveiled the stars, all of it comes from Ammama’s efforts and from a world that was desperate to please her. We’ve drawn our entire power from her, and those doors that gave my parents’ generation the ability to sway the world have been calcified. The new empire is turning against us. They wish to destroy our family’s influence, to erase our contributions to this world, to sow the harvest our family has spent the last century carefully cultivating. So when I exited that Planetarium, only one thought remained in my head: I would never get the opportunity to reach those heights that she reached.
“Until now.” He holds his arm out, finally drawing the full spotlight onto Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu takes the moment in almost bashfully, beaming from ear to ear until Lumi squeezes his arm, and he returns to a more neutral expression. Varun grabs his glass off the table as the audience turns back to him.
“The chance that Abhimanyu presents comes once in a lifetime. It is the opportunity to define our family’s role on this continent for another century to come. As the head of the Lakshmans, I refuse to let this opportunity slip by.
“And so, a toast!” He raises his glass, and as the room raises theirs up with him, he holds his hand out. Grif states at that hand intensely; something’s not right to him. “To a new age, to the beginning of a new world…”
Mana accumulation. Grif breaks the glass and tears a hole in the bottom of his bag. His collection of mana crystals hit Ru’s lap - “Hey, what the heck…” she whispers - as they drop to the ground.
“And to the destruction of the Ramasubramanians.” In his hand appears the final Book of the bunch, patterned with depictions of every major landmark that one could feasibly recall from the continent. And with the rivers on that book’s cover glowing blue, every member of the room - save for Abhimanyu - crashes to the floor, convulsing from the Book’s power. Abhimanyu sits there in shock, barely processing what’s happening, as Varun walks closer.
“See, I know she gave you the final Book, the one that our family only ever speaks about in whispers. Which means that you’re the only one who can open it.”
Abhimanyu catches a glimpse of the crystals and lurches towards them, but Varun - with the flick of his hand - holds him in place. Abhimanyu groans in agony; Varun’s controlling his torso from the water inside, his body fighting the urge to tear itself apart, his face turning a pale red as blood desperately rushes up.
“So here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to tell me how to open that Book. Or I kill every last person in here.” He glances around the room with a playful callousness, pretending to select a target he long since decided: Abhimanyu’s father. He presses the man into the floor, his screams echoing throughout the room as his body fights to stay intact. Abhimanyu turns away, but Varun grabs his head and turns it back. “Imagine that for every single person here, Abhi.” He loosens his grip, and Abhimanyu’s father falls to the floor, his grip on life clearly fading.
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…you didn’t write me into this did you
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because if oracle made it in here i want to see
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I don’t think your character specifically fits in there?
I don’t have good places to take Oracle.
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