* Sylvia [[spoiler: as she starts sky diving without a parachute]]
-->She couldn't even manage concern. She faced her doom this time around like a gambler with a pat hand. Oblivion was bluffing. Showboating, even.
* This excerpt is probably the most chilling description of Parson yet:
-->"But then, the mountain shook. I thought it was more traps, but the walls all fell and the ground cracked, and the city exploded. I stood there in the ashen rain and met my Fate. I croaked that turn, burned alive by the very ground I stood upon." Her smile broadened now, and seemed eerily at odds with the story she was relating. "But as it was happening, I felt something else, Warlord."
-->Sylvia pulled her armored shoulders in toward her body, smiling like she had been given a warm blanket on a cold night. "I felt another power. Not greater, but closer. More active. More alive. And just as alien. I never knew what it could have been, but my Lady Wanda was kind enough to explain it. Do you know what that power was, Warlord?"
-->Not for the first time today, Ossomer was lost. "I do not."
-->She smiled and closed her eyes. "It was Lord Hamster with an idea."
-->"I...see," said Ossomer, dubiously.
-->"You will," said Sylvia, snapping her head toward him suddenly. "This city will yet burn." Her eyes drifted away to a point in the sky. "I rather hope he will burn down the whole world."
* I consider this excerpt from Parson's klog to accurately sum up the story's entire premise:
-->"There are all these things that seem familiar from the reality that I know, but everything is cute. Like it's been made safe for children. The people even look like children.\\
Except that they ''die''. What is that?"
* One gets the feeling that Parson and Charlie are having too much fun sparring with one another, at times - a Battle of the Brains, in a sense.
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: That was clever, though, right?
--> [=LordHamster=]: Sure.
--> [=LordHamster=]: Determining the decision not to spend all the calculations. Cost: one calculation.
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: :)
--> [=LordHamster=]: Teaching me that my bracer can make sophisticated predictions about the future? Priceless.
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: [[OhCrap ...]]
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: :(
* [[http://www.erfworld.com/2009/10/summer-updates-048/ They definitely are.]]
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: Simple. Croak a "Tool."
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: If an attuned wielder of an Arkentool were to croak, it would seem to be pretty compelling evidence that the Titans were not on their side. Don't you think?
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: Perhaps it's an experiment that ought to be carried out.
--> [=LordHamster=]: Oh, Charlie...
--> [=LordHamster=]: I know business sucks, but that's no reason to start talking about suicide.
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: ...
--> [=CharlsNChrg=]: Parson, is it actually your goal to make me hate you more every time we chat?
--> [=LordHamster=]: Me? I'm just talking.