I don't know if this is funny out of context. But I laughed.
(Not the usual ridiculous clan): Davos says, "You unwrap a skylark origami, oh know, it was an actual skylark bird. Your hands are covered in entrails."
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Dark shadows flicker across your vision as you place your hands upon Fray's chest, delving deep into your tainted being with your subconscious. A dark, consuming power lies within, which you begin to pull and expand.
At the darkest hour, the bell tower suddenly springs to life with sound. The shadows are given voice as its hallowed tones ring in celebration of midnight over Magnagora.
You say, "Embrace the Power of the Taint."
You groan in agony as fiery darkness races outwards from your being and down your arms, the skin on your hands flaring with pain as a strange power washes into Fray. After a moment that feels as though it lasted aeons, the pain ceases and you pull your hands back eagerly, beads of sweat racing across your forehead and your vision swimming.
You say, "And know glory."
Fray embraces a grotesque ghast with great ardour.
<wot..>
ih "lamp58465" a gas lamp "statue71944" a statue of a decaying gargoyle "ghast200413" a grotesque ghast "hound27322" a bloodhound
Apprentice Fray, Acolyte of Ire says, "Hrm.."
Fray tells you, "It's embrace undead so I am undead right."
l fray She is a fiendish master viscanti and emitting a tainted aura. Perhaps one of the rare viscanti, her dark rich mahogany complexion is the first thing you would notice of this creature. Her height would most possibly be the next thing to take note off. Towering at about six foot two her slender frame is one of elegance. Raven-black hair falls effortless past her shoulders giving a clear view of her natural beauty. With a closer inspection you notice her almond jade eyes giving off a faint eerie green glow. She is wearing a crescent moon stud through her right ear, a crescent moon stud through her left ear, shoulder-length gloves of ebony leather, ethereal black robes, accented with sapphire roses, 3 moonstone rings bearing intricate geometric patterns, a silver stud through her right ear, a silver stud through her right ear, knee-high black boots embroidered with roses, a simple ring of bloodstone and an elegant garnet brooch.
You tell Apprentice Fray, Acolyte of Ire, "Embrace undeath."
Fray's eyes roll back in her head as she goes stiff and sways on the verge of collapse. She chokes out a small gasp and then steadies herself, breathing no more.
2016/02/01 02:11:24 - The House's eyes are raised as its honour improves: Tremula has returned to our homeland, and the excited gossip in the streets marks this as a well-known occurrence.
(Clan): Nienla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Aww. I like those."
(Clan): Nienla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I want a stole. ."
(Clan): You say, "Come2Manty. We have cookies. Or at least dreams of cookies. Well, actually, it's that kind of dream where the cookie eats you. More of a nightmare, really."
(Clan): Nienla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I am committed to Virakins."
(Clan): You say, "No carnivorous cookies for you."
(Clan): Kregarn says, "You know those commercials where there's millions of cookies but no milk, just empty cartons? That's Manteekan's cookies."
(Clan): You say, "But the cookies are so good, you eat them all anyways, even knowing there is no milk."
A giant zombie cookie thunders in from the north.
A giant zombie cookie brings a strong doughy fist to pound painfully against Lerad's body.
I wondered where Crumkane went. Apparently he's off baking ghoulicious delights for Manteekan.
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.
The day Avurekhos and Davos and the other handful of fighters without cloaking gems buy them, my scrying mirror will be useless for anything other than seeing who is having fun with who.
(I miss the days Avurekhos would hang out in the room full of stags goring an effigy of Lavinya! Best room ever.)
EDIT:
Avurekhos - A room of Stags Goring An Effigy of Lavinya [AETHERWAYS]
The day Avurekhos and Davos and the other handful of fighters without cloaking gems buy them, my scrying mirror will be useless for anything other than seeing who is having fun with who.
(I miss the days Avurekhos would hang out in the room full of stags goring an effigy of Lavinya! Best room ever.)
EDIT:
Avurekhos - A room of Stags Goring An Effigy of Lavinya [AETHERWAYS]
"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 day Avurekhos and Davos and the other handful of fighters without cloaking gems buy them, my scrying mirror will be useless for anything other than seeing who is having fun with who.
(I miss the days Avurekhos would hang out in the room full of stags goring an effigy of Lavinya! Best room ever.)
EDIT:
Avurekhos - A room of Stags Goring An Effigy of Lavinya [AETHERWAYS]
I never forget, I just keep goring.
Because of the small text I misread this as "goring an effigy of lawyers" and I was like, alright, that's fair.
Every time I make someone furniture for an office, I always give them a swivel chair, and they always, always respond playfully to it, no matter how much of a stern badass their character otherwise is. I love this.
Wait, wait, can we commission a Bond Villain boardroom? Complete with labeled chairs for all of the GMs, the CL, and the ministers? And, like, a set of buttons the chairman can push to execute a board member by position, like "It is regrettable, Archmage, that we could not come to an arrangement." -click- "AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh~"
3
SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
"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."
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.
7
SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
"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."
portal exit aetherplex You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.
The Aetherplex Chamber. The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. Shimmering with aetheric energy, a bright glowing portal floats here in midair. There are 2 great brindle mastiffs here. A giant bat hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. Yokai, the corpse vendor is here peddling his wares. Jaydius the gryphon crouches here, peering about. Isluna is here, shrouded. She wields a mirrored shield in her left hand and a fiery basalt staff in her right. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways portal here. You see exits leading north (open door), south, out, and through a bright, glowing portal. Jaydius eyes you as you enter from ether, leaping at you he hikes up his hind leg and starts peeing on your legs.
Sensing a suitable source of warmth and nutrients nearby, spindly legs erupt from a semi-transparent brown egg and fling it violently toward a lop-eared horta. The face of the horta shows nothing but blind panic before being covered by the egg as the legs wrap obscenely around his skull. The horta struggles wildly, throwing his body vigorously from side to side as the egg begins pulsing against his face. You notice the horta's neck distend as something crawls deep into his body. Discarded and deflated, the egg falls away, and the horta is left confused and skittish.
The eyes of a lop-eared horta bug wide open, and he begins to emit a strained whine. You see his flesh rippling, at first subtly, then grotesquely as enormous bulges distend his abdomen. Suddenly, a hole is torn in his skin from within, and a horrifying mouth appears, consuming the flesh around it with rabid bites. As the larva bursts forth, it rounds back on the pitiful horta, whose eyes look in knowing pain at the larva as it devours first his face, then the remainder of his entrails.
Be honest, guys. Does this quest keep getting cooler/more disgusting in the second half, or is this the peak?
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
Comments
(Not the usual ridiculous clan): Davos says, "You unwrap a skylark origami, oh know, it was an actual skylark
bird. Your hands are covered in entrails."
Dark shadows flicker across your vision as you place your hands upon Fray's chest, delving deep into
your tainted being with your subconscious. A dark, consuming power lies within, which you begin to
pull and expand.
At the darkest hour, the bell tower suddenly springs to life with sound. The shadows are given voice
as its hallowed tones ring in celebration of midnight over Magnagora.
You say, "Embrace the Power of the Taint."
You groan in agony as fiery darkness races outwards from your being and down your arms, the skin on
your hands flaring with pain as a strange power washes into Fray. After a moment that feels as
though it lasted aeons, the pain ceases and you pull your hands back eagerly, beads of sweat racing
across your forehead and your vision swimming.
You say, "And know glory."
Fray embraces a grotesque ghast with great ardour.
<wot..>
ih
"lamp58465" a gas lamp
"statue71944" a statue of a decaying gargoyle
"ghast200413" a grotesque ghast
"hound27322" a bloodhound
Apprentice Fray, Acolyte of Ire says, "Hrm.."
Fray tells you, "It's embrace undead so I am undead right."
l fray
She is a fiendish master viscanti and emitting a tainted aura. Perhaps one of the rare viscanti, her
dark rich mahogany complexion is the first thing you would notice of this creature. Her height would
most possibly be the next thing to take note off. Towering at about six foot two her slender frame
is one of elegance. Raven-black hair falls effortless past her shoulders giving a clear view of her
natural beauty. With a closer inspection you notice her almond jade eyes giving off a faint eerie
green glow. She is wearing a crescent moon stud through her right ear, a crescent moon stud through
her left ear, shoulder-length gloves of ebony leather, ethereal black robes, accented with sapphire
roses, 3 moonstone rings bearing intricate geometric patterns, a silver stud through her right ear,
a silver stud through her right ear, knee-high black boots embroidered with roses, a simple ring of
bloodstone and an elegant garnet brooch.
You tell Apprentice Fray, Acolyte of Ire, "Embrace undeath."
Fray's eyes roll back in her head as she goes stiff and sways on the verge of collapse. She chokes
out a small gasp and then steadies herself, breathing no more.
At least the ghast felt some love.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
(Clan): Nienla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Aww. I like those."
(Clan): Nienla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I want a stole. ."
(Clan): You say, "Come2Manty. We have cookies. Or at least dreams of cookies. Well, actually,
it's that kind of dream where the cookie eats you. More of a nightmare, really."
(Clan): Nienla (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I am committed to Virakins."
(Clan): You say, "No carnivorous cookies for you."
(Clan): Kregarn says, "You know those commercials where there's millions of cookies but no
milk, just empty cartons? That's Manteekan's cookies."
(Clan): You say, "But the cookies are so good, you eat them all anyways, even knowing there
is no milk."
A giant zombie cookie thunders in from the north.
A giant zombie cookie brings a strong doughy fist to pound painfully against Lerad's body.
A giant zombie cookie thunders out to the down.
(Clan): You say, "Yeah, that kind of cookie."
(Clan): Kregarn says, "That was amazing."
I never forget, I just keep goring.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Because of the small text I misread this as "goring an effigy of lawyers" and I was like, alright, that's fair.
Vive l'apostrophe!
You portal to the Aetherplex Chamber.
The Aetherplex Chamber.
The shrouded form of a wight floats ominously in the air here. Shimmering with aetheric energy, a
bright glowing portal floats here in midair. There are 2 great brindle mastiffs here. A giant bat
hangs here, wings folded about its body and one beady eye open. Yokai, the corpse vendor is here
peddling his wares. Jaydius the gryphon crouches here, peering about. Isluna is here, shrouded. She
wields a mirrored shield in her left hand and a fiery basalt staff in her right. You see a sign here
instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system. There is an aetherways
portal here.
You see exits leading north (open door), south, out, and through a bright, glowing portal.
Jaydius eyes you as you enter from ether, leaping at you he hikes up his hind leg and starts peeing
on your legs.
Yep...of course that got through...
.
.
.
Frisky puppies from poteen are far worse.
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
Kilee has been slammed, smashed, crushed, pummeled, and finally rent in half by Ashtorath, Duke of Inescapable Damnation.
You see the death occur at the Carillon of Screaming Hatreds.
Ghostly voices echo softly, combining into a haunting melody.
A black direwolf tilts back his head in a low, resonant howl.
You tell Penitent Kilee, "Whooops."
You tell Penitent Kilee, "'ware the demon lords."
The sharp sound of a twig snapping echoes behind you.
ouch.
It's a rite of passage. The still need to be eaten by Gorgulu and suffocated by Baalphegar.
brown egg and fling it violently toward a lop-eared horta. The face of the horta shows nothing but
blind panic before being covered by the egg as the legs wrap obscenely around his skull. The horta
struggles wildly, throwing his body vigorously from side to side as the egg begins pulsing against
his face. You notice the horta's neck distend as something crawls deep into his body. Discarded and
deflated, the egg falls away, and the horta is left confused and skittish.
The eyes of a lop-eared horta bug wide open, and he begins to emit a strained whine. You see his
flesh rippling, at first subtly, then grotesquely as enormous bulges distend his abdomen. Suddenly,
a hole is torn in his skin from within, and a horrifying mouth appears, consuming the flesh around
it with rabid bites. As the larva bursts forth, it rounds back on the pitiful horta, whose eyes look
in knowing pain at the larva as it devours first his face, then the remainder of his entrails.
Be honest, guys. Does this quest keep getting cooler/more disgusting in the second half, or is this the peak?