I've been tagged in plenty a deathsight. I don't think it's a big deal
You're right, it's not a big deal. I just felt it an appropriate response to a troll. It's not like I went and made an epic rant about it (which is what I do about things I consider a big deal, as many of you well know).
@talan You're awesome, and I almost used you as the example in my hypothetical Sylandra-the-warrior analogy in the other thread, but decided that you two would probably get along too well.
Whenever I get tagged on forums, I get kind of clasp-hands happy like, "oo, people still remember me around here!"
What? Why wouldn't we remember you, you're awesomesauce.
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.
Issey purses her lips at you, looking for a kiss. Issey, Whisper of the Wyrd says, "Woah woah." You give Issey the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously. Issey shakes her head. Issey, Whisper of the Wyrd says, "No." Issey, Whisper of the Wyrd says, "That's not what this is." Issey leaves to the north, emanating an aura of immense power.
I take it as a badge of pride that my head is on that tree.
At least 3 of them died by my hand to get that head. Many more died with my assistance. They may have gained my head, but they paid my blood tax to get it.
Coming from Imperian where death literally costs 0 things, I wonder why death seems to unnerve people here so much nowadays? I've died... 5 times? On enemy planes over the past couple of days and the essence loss isn't terribly bad at 30mil essence. Is higher at higher tiers? The essence is not so hard to recoup considering the number of boosts you could stack (silver cookies, golden tonics, ikons for me ecause I mainly influence).
The essence loss used to be significantly higher than it is now, and it's hard to shake a mindset that was drilled into you for so many years.
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Even experience loss was higher, too. I still live under the delusion that I'm always this close to dropping a level if I die.
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.
Working towards an essence goal and losing your hardearned essence can be a bit of a blow too when you have a hard to regaining it due to time constraints or general will to grind.
Anyways bring on the actual quotes. The tree is old news!
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.
Daraius Shevat says to Ciaran, "You are too odorous and amorous for me to address your needs presently."
Context is unnecessary.
He sniffed the snoot.
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.
[9300/9300|100%|100%|10/93%](T: joule) - put fish in nexus If you wish to suffocate a lantern fish then find another way to do it! (actual in-game message) [9300/9300|100%|100%|10/93%](T: joule) -
It said the same when I tried to shove the crying baby into my backpack back when I was a Glomlet. I mean, c'mon... Killing babies is what we do! At least let us get inventive with it.
It was the same cat wasn't it? The sphere spit her back out, so someone threw her off. She landed on her feet and walked off, thanks to her DR. People don't know this, but the Celest cats have quite a few levels of Barbarian.
You can't just say cats always land on their feet without throwing them off a flying crystal city to see if it's true, @Ssaliss. That's just science, right there.
"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 actually did put that baby in the Matrix once, back in the earlier days of Hallifax, when questionable things often entered our selection of oversized balls. It appeared to disintegrate, but also crawled out of the room in a decidedly not-disintegrated manner at the same time. Quantum baby, laughing in the face of causality. Stupid quantum baby.
EDIT: Found the old quote, so you don't have to. (Really, don't. Don't look. Don't nobody ever go and look at anything I ever did or said or thought before the age of 21, I swear to god, holy frijole.)
Phoebus puts a crying baby into the Matrix. Whining, a crying baby wiggles out of the Matrix and onto the floor. A baby crawls off to the northeast. A crying baby passes through the glass sphere and begins to circle the Matrix's core as, bit by bit, it disintegrates.
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== Professional Girl Gamer ==
Yes I play games
Yes I'm a girl
get over it
I would feel pretty glum if I clicked through and it turned out to be, "Ha ha, you died that time."
Just for reference, if anybody wants to hurt my e-feelings at some point.
Vive l'apostrophe!
I wasn't fishing, stop it.
Vive l'apostrophe!
Issey, Whisper of the Wyrd says, "Woah woah."
You give Issey the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.
Issey shakes her head.
Issey, Whisper of the Wyrd says, "No."
Issey, Whisper of the Wyrd says, "That's not what this is."
Issey leaves to the north, emanating an aura of immense power.
Crisis averted, Celina.
Edit: Actually, on second thought... maybe not.
Anyways bring on the actual quotes. The tree is old news!
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.
plague."
He sniffed the snoot.
... heartstop.
[9300/9300|100%|100%|10/93%](T: joule) - put fish in nexus
If you wish to suffocate a lantern fish then find another way to do it! (actual in-game message)
[9300/9300|100%|100%|10/93%](T: joule) -
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Either that, or we could toss them over the edge. Also a cat-tried-and-true method, I believe.
(seriously, what is it with Hallifax and cats?)
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
EDIT: Found the old quote, so you don't have to. (Really, don't. Don't look. Don't nobody ever go and look at anything I ever did or said or thought before the age of 21, I swear to god, holy frijole.)
Quoted by @Sylandra in June 2010:
Phoebus puts a crying baby into the Matrix.
Whining, a crying baby wiggles out of the Matrix and onto the floor.
A baby crawls off to the northeast.
A crying baby passes through the glass sphere and begins to circle the Matrix's core as, bit by bit, it disintegrates.
You say, "You are the worst mother ever."
Phoebus glances askance.