My whip! Much better than some stupid godbotherer whip. And it lets me use my proper Department's tool instead of the scalpel, which is nice.
You are wielding:
resonator141952 : a jade temporal resonator in your left hand.
whip190190 : a razor-bright whip of temporal equations in your right hand.
Scintillating lines of essence-traced equations shift and contort in the air, their mathematical
procession describing both the curve of this whip's cutting blade and the inscrutable currents of
time. Their light is diamond-bright and almost painful to observe too closely, and where they cross
paths they glitter prismatically, momentarily sending splintered rainbow hues dancing through the
air. At the base of the whip, the equations twine around a cylindrical grip of polished crystal, its
surface ever so slightly fluted to prevent slippage. Within the core of the crystal, the pale
sapphire glow of a miniature logic crystal blinks thoughtfully, monitoring the stately parade of
temporal equations to ensure its integrity and continued usefulness as a destructive device.
It weighs about 14 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Professor Ileein Shevat, White Omen.
It has the following aliases: whip, divinus.
That's great, except for that one mistake.
But what's better, a perfect Description, or an otherwise perfect Desciption except for one flaw you can pick at over a fine wine with friends?
The flaw that doesn't actually exist that you were halfway trolling people with. Go away, Tylwyth.
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.
Black Queen Ulalah Stormcrow, of Blossoming Night says to you, "Mother-mine, you are wise, and I have deep, unfaltering love for you. Enough that if you were to leave us, I would kill you over again so you could be removed from the misery of being apart from the Wyrd."
Making your e-momma proud. :x
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.
"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."
The final blow proves too much for a hulking three-horned bull, who expires, pitifully. Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100. You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod. You have received 25 Bound Credits! You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.
Flames erupt from the caldera below as a distorted voice echoes, "Their spirit must be broken if they wish to be reborn as true warriors."
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.
No idea when someone started selling 99 as an alternative; I know they made Demigod take more experience to reach, but I don't think it's that much more.
I initially wasn't sure how I felt about the Equinox Candies, but now that I'm using them. Yummy yummy essence.
I also hit my esteem goal for an order task, now I feel like I can actually go forward on it.
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.
I feel ridiculously happy about all the stuff today. I don't know why, it's possible someone drugged me.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
Comments
The flaw that doesn't actually exist that you were halfway trolling people with. Go away, Tylwyth.
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
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.
Also:
The final blow proves too much for a hulking three-horned bull, who expires, pitifully.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You have received 25 Bound Credits!
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a different location and there is a strange feeling within you.
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.
That said, 99 is annoying enough anyway. It's somewhere along the lines of 3x of 98.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
No idea when someone started selling 99 as an alternative; I know they made Demigod take more experience to reach, but I don't think it's that much more.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
You'll eventually be added to their collection
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.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."