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Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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Smooth, Will, really smooth.

“Not at all. Rather, I intend to light the Reichstag only after everyone is evacuated. Fewer casualties that way. Can you wrap your head around that, boy? Or are you too opposed to collaboration with the enemy?” Hellfire practically gritted his teeth as he spat the words at Alex.

Unfortunately, my efforts were in vain, for they came into my house without warning.

Another possibility was one of those smaller beasts; the ones that walked on two legs and spun around an electric sword.

"So is this Plan B or are we down to Plan G?" Tenzo huffed as they ran, the explosions rocking the building making it difficult to run in a straight line.
"Do I look like someone who had more than a Plan A?!" Kaemon shouted over his shoulder.
"That was your Plan A?! We almost died!"
"But we didn't!"

A perfect argument for why Almost doesn’t exist.

"I'm just gonna scream into the void for a bit so that I can properly express my disgust at your stupidity, m'kay?"

“And I’m Wilhelm Erwin Richter. But just Erwin will suffice.”
“Already knew that,” Alex said, brushing past him as he headed to the doors.
“I was being polite and introducing myself,” Hellfire/Erwin called after him.

@DreadPirateRoberts excUSE ME BUT I LOVE YOUR USER

Thanks! Princess Bride is my all time favorite movie!

Sameeeee I love that movie

"Her, not I."

"If there's one thing you know about me through all our years of marriage, it's that I don't take shit from anyone. It's over, Pat, now I'm going to rescue my kids. I'm no longer a coward." Draven snapped, "And bae? You can keep the television, before you ask. Keep it all, I don't care anymore."

Cas wasn't about to be afraid of the dark.
Why?
Because why should you be afraid of who you are?

Christ Mezzo, that's way too deep for early afternoon

Sam gasped and her eyes lit up. “Are you gay?”
Lila’s brow furrowed and her head turned to Sam. “Yeah. But that’s not what I meant. That’s not something I’m hiding or anything.” She grabbed her backpack and pointed to the only color on it. “I literally have a rainbow pin on my backpack.”

"Can you please just give me a simple yes or no?"
"I mean… maybe? I don't really know."
"LILITH, PLEASE."

"You're breathing too close to me. Stop it."

Christ Mezzo, that's way too deep for early afternoon

it was early in the am for us haha

She was an oasis of kindness in a desert of cruelty.

Ben spat out one final curse before leaving Cas alone. “Ue bela eyho, Cas. Bela eyho.”
You’re a monster, Cas. A monster.
Cas chuckled as Ben left. Of course, he was a monster! He looked the part, as did Ben, and he acted the part. Cas was a sociopath, an attempted murderer, and a nightmare. He was a persecutor through and through, and he was happy about that. It was the life he chose, the life he wanted to live.
Meo ker Darkside. Meo enfraie Dark, becue es wheoe meo ie.
I’m a Darksider. I’m not afraid of the dark, because it’s who I am.

The young man yelped as Raygon thundered in. The door swung around into the wall, the handle making a hole in the wall where it hit. "East!" the man yelled, "My wallpaper! I only just replaced it from last time! Why are you like this!?"

"Set me free. Let me die the way I want. Give me this single freedom and I will forgive, and you will meet me in the Sky."

Mezzo got some sweet lines.

"Any resistance and your prince bleeds!"

"Red's your colour, honey," murmured the creature as it swiftly pulled the blade out his chest and away from the growing scarlet stain.

A strong hand gripped my bicep, interrupting the tirade Helena was going on, followed by Natasha's voice. "We need to talk."
I looked down at the woman, completely thrown. How the hell did she get back here?
Apparently, Helena was on the same thought train as I was. The hand gripping the evidence bag lowering slowly as her gaze landed on the deathly pale goth woman that had me in a vise. "Who are you? How did you get back here? Only personnel–?"
Natasha tutted, annoyed, and leaned forward, sliding her dark sunglasses down her nose, until those azure eyes were visible. Oh hell no, she was not thinking about doing that eye hypnosis on Helena–?
I spun, putting myself between Helena and my little demon reaper, avenger, whatever. "Tasha. Don't."
She blinked owlishly up at me, a small guilty smile playing on her lips for a moment before it vanished. "We need to talk." She repeated.

“Look,” he said.
He held out both of his hands, palms out, and slowly lifted them up. Soàki looked around, disguising his amazement, but he heard Ashley inhale next to him. All around the room which had been crowded before stretched hundreds of multicolored strings like decorations made of yarn had been over enthusiastically strung over the place. They were all glowing slightly and melted into different colors. So continuously it was hard to tell them apart. Each one was attached to someone in the room and many attached the gods to each other, as well as stretching out of the room into the night outside.
“These,” Gaiesh said, are the threads of destiny.”
He snatched one out of the air, the colors bringing a little bit of light to his gaunt face, his bitter looking eyes reflecting their brightness.
“This,” he said, wrapping it around his hand, the string loosening under his touch, “is what controls you all.” His eyes flickered between the different colors. “All your life is written here,” he said softly. “For those who can see it. If I wished I could see what your life is tomorrow. Or,” he said looking directly at Ashley, I could tell you when you die”
To her credit Ashley didn’t back down. “Interesting,” she said disinterestedly.
Gaiesh smiled and released the string, and with a wave of his hand the room returned to normal, the gods danced on, not noticing what had occurred. “Indeed,” he said, and something gone too fast for Soáki to see it flashed on his face. “Indeed it is.”

Tracking the creature was no problem; due to its size, and the fact the alien seemed to not care about being silent. The problem was, however, capturing it.

She was fighting. She was fighting so hard. She was a second away from shattering and letting 9 years worth of pain come flooding out. That wouldn't be good for anyone. "Don't push me please." She wasn't sure who she was talking to. Herself? Her mind? Rick? Axel? Whoever it was had one hand out, ready to shove her off the edge of the cliff, and she wouldn't survive the fall.