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"What.. is a tee.. vee show?" A look of utter confusion pinched the elfs brow. With a small head shake, however, a question was then posed.

"What es a favorite story ye heard, eithah growin' up or en yer travels?"

.....haven't heard any....yet Question-where wolfs or Vampires

"Werewolf of course" reflecting on coming up with a quick question she asks." Would you rather live a long cowardly life or a brave short life?".

a brave short life. Question-living in the city or the country

"Honestly? I could live in both..."

"Magazine-fed or clip-fed?"

"Ye firearm people have vereh weird words.

Philisophical inquiry. Ef ye r'placed evereh part o' yer bodeh with new parts, are ye still ye? Or are ye someone new?"

"No. You wouldn't be the same. You can have the same memories a facial features as your former self. Think of a computer that you keep on upgrading, add some gigabytes to the Ram, expand the hard drive with some terabytes, getting a stronger processor. In the end, the only thing left from the old pc is the case, which you change to make it look cooler. What you have left is a brand new computer with the same software.."

"a little philosophical question, what is faith and should one ever question it?"

"Faith in me is the best choice". Grinning evily he asks a stranger. "Would you sell me your soul for immortality?".

*Grips scythe*

"I'm already Immortal, Fallen Brother. I'd keep your distance from these folk or I will have no choice."

*Still glares at Satan, wings flared.*

"Has anyone had to make a difficult choice, maybe kill a loved one in order to save others?"

Maxwell and every other muse behind him didn't look intent on answering the question. In fact, one or two of them appeared to be quite upset in their own way. A moment of silence passed. Then the mage spoke with a quieter baritone than usual, etched with an unforeseen and intense firmness in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Miss. But I speak for all of us when I say that no one here can properly answer that question... Not without going into a long and detailed response that would be much too intense, and maybe even... Vulgar for this site's forums and forum rating system."

His eyes were soft, solemn... And terrifyingly unreadable. Even if the answer was a "yes, they have," it also seemed to be a topic that no one wanted to touch or look upon again... Ever.

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"Now then... If you were trapped on an island with your worst enemy, and you had to work together to not only survive but eventually make your escape, how would you go about... Performing such a task?

"Killing them would leave you stuck on the island for eternity, and trying to teleport will end up placing you back on the island's shores. ...I suggest you think carefully about this, hm?"

His gaze remained soft, but carried a small hint of teasing and subdued curiosity before fading away into a hazel haze of mystery.

"Ye ask that like et would take a lot o' effort t' think about. Find the person, wherevah they are on this island, an' r'quest a sit down. Ye can' work with someone without communication.

Set down ground rules that the both o' ye will follow, including a set distance from the island of an ensured cease fire. Require some form o' collateral be traded t' ensure the bargain be kept. Then work on temporareh shelter, huntin', an' escapin' the island." A lopsided shrug was offered.

"Ef this enemy doesn' want t' play along at first, there are things ye can do for survival that don' r'quire a partner. Be patient an' wait them out a bit, then try a sit down again. Ef they're smart, they'll eventualleh realize a partnership es the onleh means t' get free."

A finger was briefly tapped to chin for a few seconds. Then the elf spoke. "What would ye do ef ye had t' communicate with someone who didn' undahstand yer language? How would ye get yer feelin's an' intentions across en a way that wouldn' cause strife?"

"Speakin' as a professional dungeon crawler who's had to deal with blokes not speaking Common or Dwarven-- I usually get 'em drunk. After they lose inhibition it's just like handling a dog, hah! Anyways, that's the reason why I bring bards with me."

"Are ye a hammer, sword, or axe kinna person?"

"Sword...obviously."

"How ridiculous can weapons be in fiction?"

She floated over, "From what I've read, pretty crazy," she answered, her voice having a slight echo.

"Tell me friend," She turned, "Do you believe in the paranormal?"

Yes I believe in the paranormal. *looks at the stranger*. Question-ghost or boogie man (lol)

"o/~Oh, brother, you're something
You put me in a spin
You aren't comprehending
The position that you're in
It's hopeless, you're finished
You haven't got a prayer
'Cause I'm Mr. Oogie Boogie


AND YOU AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/o~"

"A HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!"


"Will you play with me? I'm thirsty-- I mean, bored."

"No, I won't play with you. By slip of tongue that you made, I will make the claim that you are a vampire. To that I raise this statement: Begone foul demon of the night! May thou never feast on the blood of the innocent and miserable!"

"You got cancer, it's weakening you. You sometimes have slips of consciousness. Will you continue chemo, though it pains you and weakens you, or do you choose to die?"

“I would give up I don’t want to suffer”



William sighs and looks at the person below “Do I deserve to die? “

Lenore takes a moment to think. "Despite death not being the worst of punishments, it is one no one deserves."

"Can A.I. ever be considered truly human?"

Cchaaneh scrutinizes Lenore, taking note of her metallic complexion and comparing her uncanny appearance to what Cchaaneh knows of human anatomy. Their lips pull back in a snarl of disgust as they begin to speak. "My people have outlawed AI for a reason. It is abomination, a profane facsimile of life. Even other species that do dabble in this unnatural technology tend to have a healthy fear of their machines becoming too intelligent, and for good reason. Machines are heartless. They have no concept of the natural order, because they exist outside of it. No reason to eat, or sleep, or fear the sun... You can't control them once they're smarter than you." They quirked their head to one side, and their forked tongue flicked out of their mouth briefly. "And even worse, you can't eat an AI if it tries to rebel. So no. AI cannot be 'human,' or any other form of life."

"Speaking of eating," Cchaaneh says, after leaving Lenore with their cruel answer and turning to the next person, "let me ask a question of my own. If you had a choice between eating only one boring thing for the rest of your life, or never eating the same thing twice but none of what you eat tastes good, what would you choose?"