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[craftpunk]

I have some important questions.

Poll #19154 An important Quiz

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 30

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How many worlds are there?

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One.
1 (3.4%)

Innumerable, obviously.
27 (93.1%)

Nine.
1 (3.4%)

What.
0 (0.0%)

Do you still have your powers?

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Yes
15 (51.7%)

No
7 (24.1%)

None of your business
7 (24.1%)

How do you feel about superpowers?

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Yes
17 (56.7%)

No
2 (6.7%)

Sod off.
11 (36.7%)

The Patriarchy is...

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A damaging class system that unfairly marginalizes anyone not a part of the ruling class
13 (50.0%)

The way of the world
4 (15.4%)

The single most damaging system to people of all genders
9 (34.6%)

Imaginary
0 (0.0%)

Which pill?

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Red Pill
9 (33.3%)

Blue Pill
7 (25.9%)

I don't believe in pharmaceuticals
11 (40.7%)

If you had to live anywhere, would it be...

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A dark forest
4 (14.3%)

A fjord
2 (7.1%)

A tundra
2 (7.1%)

Mountains
3 (10.7%)

Somewhere modern
17 (60.7%)

What pulls your chariot?

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Horses
16 (57.1%)

Bulls
4 (14.3%)

Cats
4 (14.3%)

Goats
4 (14.3%)

You solve problems with your:

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Mind
15 (51.7%)

Fists
5 (17.2%)

Charm
4 (13.8%)

Tricks
5 (17.2%)

Anyone else feeling a little extra powerful, lately?

Comments

[photophobic]

[Perhaps it was the Force flowing through him. Perhaps it was this wild, untamed power the Porter had unleased. Perhaps it was Kylo's history of tapping into a power he had never been able to fully contain. Who knew. Óðr certainly didn't.
But he wasn't interested in the assistant any longer. He turned, facing Woden, looking very satisfied.]

What would you like to see next?

[craftpunk]

Hm.

[ Woden stepped back from the rows of records, hands behind his back again, he started to walk toward the doors.

As great as this single instance was... he wanted more. Óðr wanted more too, he could tell that. ]

Let's see what this looks like in less...solitary circumstances?

[photophobic]

[Well now. That did sound like a Plan.]

So many people in this city, all of them... trapped. Unfulfilled.
I could free them all.

[A thought.]

Does that door of yours fit two?

[craftpunk]

It can carry me and my girlfreinds.

[ He said. It was certainly effected casualness. There was nothing casual about it. ]

I think the two of us shall do just fine.

[ A twist on his belt, and the bifrost opened up in front of them, glittering and just as trippy as before. In front of it, Woden's helmet reflected a fresh patch on the ceiling and floor of the colors, rotating and spiraling. ]

Shall we?

[photophobic]

[Óðr suspected the privilege was not commonly offered, and that-- yes. It pleased him. Greatly.

And it was hard not to be impressed by the kaleidoscope of colour. He'd wanted to step into it since he first saw it.]

Yes. Let's do something spectacular.