With the disclaimer that I've never really succeeded at making spun sugar...
As you raise the temperature of sugar, it melts and then begins to brown. It's how you make caramel. But if you get it to just the right temperature you can pour it, drip it, drizzle it, or fling it about with a fork (CAUTION: HOT), and it will become rigid in whatever shape or pattern you've created. At a slightly lower temperature, you can get something pliable enough to make that bird's nest. At a slightly higher temperature, you can make that rigid semispherical cage by drizzling it over the bottom of round bowl, or that abstract seaweed sculpture. It's crazy finicky, though. The margin of error is a very few degrees in either direction, and humidity can effect the results too.
Cotton candy is a kind of spun sugar, but the finicky stuff if handled by a machine that maintains the sugar as a liquid at the proper temperature and feeds it through tiny holes into a kind of centrifuge. It's like the bird's nest technique at very high velocity.
My friend told me that Octave might be fixed soon.
[REDACTED]: So my octave bug got updated. Probably going to be fixed soon. Me: WAIT WHAT Me: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOooo Me: I CAN OCTAVE? Me: I CAN OCTAVE! ME: I CAN FIIIIIIIGHT!!!!
(Daraius' throne) It bears the distinctive mark of The Charites, the Administrators of Crafts. It is attuned to Avechna.
You laughingly say, "At last, Avechna has a throne."
Avechna arrives from the ether.
Charites applaud Their hands in unison.
Charites urges Avechna onwards.
Avechna looks about Himself suspiciously.
Avechna sits down regally upon a triptych mahogany throne depicting Tosha's ascension, His eyes glowing with supreme confidence.
A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.
Avechna hums a happy tune.
Avechna, the Avenger says to Charites, "You may proceed."
Charites bows respectfully to Avechna.
Avechna reaches into the ether and pulls out an iridescent white cat.
Avechna pets an iridescent white cat ingratiatingly.
Charites gaze with admiration at Avechna and the regal cat upon His lap.
Avechna nods solemnly.
You murmur, "I don't think Avechna has ever looked more terrifying."
The Charites, the Administrators of Crafts say in unison, "Indeed, We do not believe We have ever seen Him more fierce and commanding than with a feline and upon a throne."
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.
A gentle 'coo' registers in your ears, which twitch to its sound.
This is meaningless out of context, but as the very last thing I saw before logging out, it made me giggle so much. To the Someone Powerful lurking on my conversations, I love you. :x
You play a harsh chord on a violin of serrated bones and tendons and direct the notes towards a gnome artisan. A gnome artisan's skin writhes as if worms are crawling beneath the surface. A gnome artisan's skin cracks as black hissing tendrils burst forth, instantly killing him. You have slain a gnome artisan. [ACHIEVEMENT]: You have completed the 'Gnome Slayer' Achievement! You have earned 5 Lessons. A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse. Feyda grabs the gold and distributes it to Knowledge. You are handed 148 for yourself. You suddenly scoop up the corpse of a gnome artisan. 04:37:37.28|90%h|100%m|98%e|10p|99%en|99%w mBxk-
I forgot I was out of Newton when these things were implemented.
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Someone says, "They were some gruesome presents that I was given at the atherplex."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
[REDACTED]: So my octave bug got updated. Probably going to be fixed soon.
Me: WAIT WHAT
Me: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOooo
Me: I CAN OCTAVE?
Me: I CAN OCTAVE!
ME: I CAN FIIIIIIIGHT!!!!
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Date: 2/14/2015 at 4:35
From:
To : Everyone
Subj: Stormcrow Family Change of Status
The Stormcrow family has lost its status as a Great House.
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Only reason this is somewhat funny is that I recall days when people would say "Throw a rock and you'll hit a Stormcrow".
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
(Daraius' throne)
It bears the distinctive mark of The Charites, the Administrators of Crafts.
It is attuned to Avechna.
You laughingly say, "At last, Avechna has a throne."
Avechna arrives from the ether.
Charites applaud Their hands in unison.
Charites urges Avechna onwards.
Avechna looks about Himself suspiciously.
Avechna sits down regally upon a triptych mahogany throne depicting Tosha's ascension, His eyes glowing with supreme confidence.
A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.
Avechna hums a happy tune.
Avechna, the Avenger says to Charites, "You may proceed."
Charites bows respectfully to Avechna.
Avechna reaches into the ether and pulls out an iridescent white cat.
Avechna pets an iridescent white cat ingratiatingly.
Charites gaze with admiration at Avechna and the regal cat upon His lap.
Avechna nods solemnly.
You murmur, "I don't think Avechna has ever looked more terrifying."
The Charites, the Administrators of Crafts say in unison, "Indeed, We do not believe We have ever seen Him more fierce and commanding than with a feline and upon a throne."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Signature!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
A gnome artisan's skin writhes as if worms are crawling beneath the surface.
A gnome artisan's skin cracks as black hissing tendrils burst forth, instantly killing him.
You have slain a gnome artisan.
[ACHIEVEMENT]: You have completed the 'Gnome Slayer' Achievement! You have earned 5 Lessons.
A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Feyda grabs the gold and distributes it to Knowledge.
You are handed 148 for yourself.
You suddenly scoop up the corpse of a gnome artisan.
04:37:37.28|90%h|100%m|98%e|10p|99%en|99%w mBxk-
I forgot I was out of Newton when these things were implemented.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
With two sets of beady black eyes, two little snouts, and two sets of translucent ears, a lilac two-
headed hamster is twelve feet tall and solid hairy, menacing muscle. Scraps of rotting flesh cling
to the razor edges of its gnarled and blood-stained claws, and its teeth are sharp and pointed and
dribble an acidic drool which hisses as it drips upon the ground. A pair of bat-like wings sprout
from its monstrous musculature and its toes are equipped with knife-like toes. Lustrous purple fur
covers every inch of its finely honed physique.
A two-headed hamster of chaos looks to be crushingly strong.
He weighs about 137 pounds.
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Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.