Because we're not having a fight over who's A/B or 1/2
We play in a Dartball league. Two teams from the same place honestly did this, for this exact reason.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
I would not mind seeing a reason for the forests to side together and go all savage on the cities, TBH.
It'd be an opportunity to fire up Hai'Gloh/Xion Initiative again.
Although... can you even do Hai'Gloh now that Laeroc's gone Dullahan?
I think the forests and the fae would learn VERY quickly that the hai'Gloh hasn't been done in a long time for a reason. It's pretty much a no-win scenario.
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
(Think about it, it fits. One side is a commune of highly religious and oddly productive nature lovers constantly smiling at their loving and all-seeing tooth-having god. The other is secretive, dark, openly horrifying, controlled by secret police, rife with drinking problems and a frequent host to mysterious pyramids)
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I'm still not sure why the Matrix Institute or the Centre can't figure out basic arcanochemistry, even when we have chemancers who ostensibly perform advanced arcanochemistry...
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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Although... can you even do Hai'Gloh now that Laeroc's gone Dullahan?
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
E: Desert Bluffs vs Night Vale
(Think about it, it fits. One side is a commune of highly religious and oddly productive nature lovers constantly smiling at their loving and all-seeing tooth-having god. The other is secretive, dark, openly horrifying, controlled by secret police, rife with drinking problems and a frequent host to mysterious pyramids)
You weren't around during the forest wars, I take it? That was fun. When there were no city alchemists.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.