edit: I don't know why you guys buried Ratanu's post. @Yarith, gurl, bugging people IG OOCly because you don't like what they posted is kind of inappropriate. "I know who you are," is a little over the line but we all get heated. That people would bury that post is kind of sketchy, though.
No. Doing it right would simply be not replying to Maligorn.
How am I supposed to get my daily attention fix if I'm not replied to? At least some people care enough to do so, even if it's to tell me I'm super wrong. :P
Eh. It's fine. If it wasn't for that quote I wouldn't have realized where I am at the moment. I get heated more than most because I care so much, probably too much. I'm not going to defend or try to rationalize my words/actions there. While it would have been nice to not have them exposed, it would have also been nice to not be on the receiving end of them.
I'm not in the best place at the moment and while that isn't an excuse in any way, shape, or form, it is a cause for me to take a break so that's what I'm going to do aside from checking genies/corn and maybe a little bit of RP. I don't like the person I am at the moment so I'm going to be mostly keeping my distance.
Edit: And living vicariously through the forums as all Lusternia players should do.
(I'm the mom of Hallifax btw, so if you are in Hallifax please call me mom.)
== Professional Girl Gamer == Yes I play games Yes I'm a girl get over it
Are we working to bury all quotes that aren't amusing?
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.
You tell Orchis, the Vespertine Nightingale, "Come to me."
Orchis, the Vespertine Nightingale appears in your inventory.
The white mist here washes over you in a wave of ghostly tendrils.
You lose purchase on a dappled grey nightmare.
The sticky sap coating your body causes you to move unbearably slowly.
< A lot! >
Avurekhos lowers his head and charges you, impaling you on his antlers.
Your heart gives a final pump of blood, which empties out of the gaping antler
wounds. The world dims around you as your body succumbs to death.
You have been slain by Avurekhos.
Impatience at its best... I went back to the Bubble, after a battle, alone, with no defenses... to rescue my manse dweller...
But she's a loyal Drocilla follower so I had to?
Anyway, laughing internally at myself over this (and why I couldn't just wait for her to come back on her own) and had to share. Orchis better appreciate it!
:-\"
Zarialle's first dance:
Trader Bob leads Zarialle through the dancers to the dance floor and brings her all the way to its heart.
Twytch has been annihilated by a devastating meteor summoned by Junior Fellow Twytch. You see the death occur at the Observatory of Aethereal Astrophysics.
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."
(House of Shadows): Avurekhos (from the Aetherways) says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
:ar!
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."
"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."
"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."
To his relief, Tiarnis of the Glomdoring rushed to assist. Though seeming to be little more than a wisp of light, the young faeling soon proved to be more than a match for the escaped babies.
^newest event post quote^
Go Tiarnis! the only faeling that is smaller than me(I think?).
"You are so much bigger than you think you are," She says, fervently. "You are a beacon of hope that shines through the world with every step you take. You are My beacon, Gabriella, and you shine even into the darkest of nightmares."
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The air sparkles with silver motes of light as a silken voice says, "You will see growth and strength where others will see weakness. You will walk with Us as a paragon of Serenwilde's power, for you have already walked this path before."
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I never even knew GROUP was a thing... I just always use ENT.
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.
(Market): Falmiis says, "Looking for a Shadowdancer."
(Market): Maligorn says, "Any Night user will do."
(Market): Falmiis says, "We promise we will not try to assimilate you.. today."
I'm not sure I trust you. :-?
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.
(Peasantface): Cyndarin says, "We got galadrielle twice and [Rivius] twice before they pushed us out."
(Peasantface): Cyndarin says, "Dylara IS a Pk [menace]."
>-
(had to make a small edit to the quote for spelling mistakes)
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.
Eh? I died once before pushing you guys out and once after.
It's a joke, about how I'm such a PK menace.
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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I'm not in the best place at the moment and while that isn't an excuse in any way, shape, or form, it is a cause for me to take a break so that's what I'm going to do aside from checking genies/corn and maybe a little bit of RP. I don't like the person I am at the moment so I'm going to be mostly keeping my distance.
Edit: And living vicariously through the forums as all Lusternia players should do.
== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
Impatience at its best... I went back to the Bubble, after a battle, alone, with no defenses... to rescue my manse dweller...
You see the death occur at the Observatory of Aethereal Astrophysics.
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.
You follow Falmiis Shevat up to the Hopper Hub.
You follow Falmiis Shevat east to the Star Salon.
You say, "Humm, why are we here?"
Professor Gargle von Fixit says, "Ah yes, a whirring screwdriver. A most excellent choice, I am certain you will be quite pleased."
You follow Falmiis Shevat to the Aetherplex Chamber. Falmiis has entered the area.
Shonjir has left the area.
You follow Falmiis Shevat to entrance to the Facility.
Gero has entered the area.
Falmiis has entered the area.
Fucking Falmiis.
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.
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.
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.