Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer gives a sprightly garosaur covered in green and yellow feather-scales the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "I am announcing every animal nowadays apparently? Is this thing here also going to bite me if I don't?"
Random Novice Esoneyuna Mzithrei, The Fiery Crone says to Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer, "Probably."
You say to Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer, "Gary is the best!"
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer gives a pained sigh.
Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer says, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the Ascension Gala the esteemed garosaur, known to his friends and future food as "Gary the Garosaur", Lords and Ladies of the Planes, by Creation! Now move that thing off my pristine red carpet."
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.
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 give an exceptionally pungent skunk-shaped durian cookie to a mechanical dirigible. A mechanical dirigible takes an exceptionally pungent skunk-shaped durian cookie from you, grasping it delicately in its metallic claw.
You say, "Deliver to ein." A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down in the air as it offers a loud whir and hum and a single mechanical chirp. After a brief moment the humming intensifies as it slowly putters off. With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its metallic claw grasping an exceptionally pungent skunk-shaped durian cookie, which it quickly deposits in Ein's hands.
A benchmark in gnomish engineering and flight, this lighter-than-air craft bobs up and down on the slightest draft and breeze, yet manages to maintain its general position irrelevant of the strength of the air's pull or push. Gaudily painted in a variety of colours, the bulk of the dirigible is a large, elongated balloon, just over two feet in length. Ridges line the painfully bright skin of the craft, undoubtedly from the support system within. Attached to the base of the blimp is a small cargo unit, the few windows at its fore allowing glimpses of a variety of gears and cogs turning cheerfully within. The unit itself has several valves on it, occasionally emitting whistling steam as it maintains altitude. As if to ensure none could doubt a gnome devised such a thing, a multi- jointed metal arm hangs from the bottom of the dirigible, the end of which is fitted with a metallic claw, designed in mimicry of a mortal's hand for grasping purposes. The arm occasionally whirs to life, extending all the way down before folding back up, as if stretching its metallic joints. A mechanical dirigible looks weak and feeble. He is strangely weightless. He is loyal to Picklegoon Arix Carthan. A mechanical dirigible is holding: Nothing. It has the following aliases: dirigible. 7525h, 5150m, 5825e, 10p elrx-
You blink.
(to be clear, he was lurking unnoticed in the room and I accidentally revealed him)
(Mzithrei Revolution): Esoneyuna (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "I just realized, if we made a guardian monster, she would have to call it brother."
Lilybell pats an armoured fox in a friendly manner.
An armoured fox settles down and yawns.
An armoured fox takes Lilybell by the hand, draws her into him, and whispers, "I love you, Lilybell."
His tongue dancing gracefully, An armoured fox kisses Lilybell with melting passion.
Lilybell blushes furiously.
You say, "That's the most Serenwilde thing I've ever seen."
Lilybell blushes at you furiously.
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn (from the Cosmic Plane of Continuum) says, "I can come kick it and WSC it." (Ad-Hoc): You say, "Lol." (Ad-Hoc): You say, "I don't believe even you could kill it in one hit." Wisps of fluffy cloud whirl in from the south, as Maligorn materialises within the condensation. (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Punch it?" (Ad-Hoc): You say, "Yeah."
Maligorn throws out a quick jab at a Manifestation of the Dreaming. Maligorn connects. Maligorn has scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!! The final blow proves too much for a Manifestation of the Dreaming, who expires, pitifully. A Manifestation of the Dreaming has been slain by Maligorn. Some sparkling sand tumbles out of a Manifestation of the Dreaming. A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Maligorn picks up some sparkling sand. Maligorn picks up some gold sovereigns. (Ad-Hoc): You say, "Oh wow." Maligorn Shevat says, "Wow, that was hard." (Ad-Hoc): Innon says, "Nice." Maligorn flexes his muscles in an impressive display of strength. (Ad-Hoc): You say, "You actually did." (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Lmfao." (Ad-Hoc): Innon says, "He called it." (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "And it actually killed." (Ad-Hoc): You say, "And it had sand." (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Wtf." (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Do you want the sand." (Ad-Hoc): You say, "You are magic." (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "You've been tracking it after all." (Ad-Hoc): You say, "I'm still in shock." (Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "XD."
RNG has a sense of humor.
"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."
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"The whistling of the wind overhead becomes unbearable and you have mere moments to comprehend your fate. A large elevator comes down upon your head with tremendous force, shattering your skeleton into a thousand pieces and crushing you into a pulp.
You have been slain by a large elevator."
Well...
You are startled as a lemon meringue pie bounces harmlessly off you after being thrown at you by Mysrai.
"The whistling of the wind overhead becomes unbearable and you have mere moments to comprehend your fate. A large elevator comes down upon your head with tremendous force, shattering your skeleton into a thousand pieces and crushing you into a pulp.
You have been slain by a large elevator."
Well...
You didn't dodge the elevator? Dam, it's been along while. I thought they changed it to avoid that...
"The whistling of the wind overhead becomes unbearable and you have mere moments to comprehend your fate. A large elevator comes down upon your head with tremendous force, shattering your skeleton into a thousand pieces and crushing you into a pulp.
You have been slain by a large elevator."
Well...
You didn't dodge the elevator? Dam, it's been along while. I thought they changed it to avoid that...
I tried to dodge it, but ended up walking right into it >.<
You are startled as a lemon meringue pie bounces harmlessly off you after being thrown at you by Mysrai.
"You slowly spin around, and dancing flames begin to blossom at your feet. When the flames are surging in a circle around you, you stomp your feet and the circle contracts into a blazing ring of fire.
Flames lick around you - you are on fire!
You are afflicted with burns."
Oops, not the result I expected!
You are startled as a lemon meringue pie bounces harmlessly off you after being thrown at you by Mysrai.
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Random Novice Esoneyuna Mzithrei, The Fiery Crone says to Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer, "Probably."
You say to Sergio Drabardi, the Ascension Gala Announcer, "Gary is the best!"
If people put as much effort into their memes as their game play they may have a chance
(m&mf): denying tsc. Use tsc to toggle deny mode.
..really?
A mechanical dirigible takes an exceptionally pungent skunk-shaped durian cookie from you, grasping
it delicately in its metallic claw.
You say, "Deliver to ein."
A mechanical dirigible bobs up and down in the air as it offers a loud whir and hum and a single
mechanical chirp. After a brief moment the humming intensifies as it slowly putters off.
With a loud yet playful whistle, a mechanical dirigible comes puttering in on currents of air, its
metallic claw grasping an exceptionally pungent skunk-shaped durian cookie, which it quickly
deposits in Ein's hands.
A benchmark in gnomish engineering and flight, this lighter-than-air craft bobs up and down on the
slightest draft and breeze, yet manages to maintain its general position irrelevant of the strength
of the air's pull or push. Gaudily painted in a variety of colours, the bulk of the dirigible is a
large, elongated balloon, just over two feet in length. Ridges line the painfully bright skin of the
craft, undoubtedly from the support system within. Attached to the base of the blimp is a small
cargo unit, the few windows at its fore allowing glimpses of a variety of gears and cogs turning
cheerfully within. The unit itself has several valves on it, occasionally emitting whistling steam
as it maintains altitude. As if to ensure none could doubt a gnome devised such a thing, a multi-
jointed metal arm hangs from the bottom of the dirigible, the end of which is fitted with a metallic
claw, designed in mimicry of a mortal's hand for grasping purposes. The arm occasionally whirs to
life, extending all the way down before folding back up, as if stretching its metallic joints.
A mechanical dirigible looks weak and feeble.
He is strangely weightless.
He is loyal to Picklegoon Arix Carthan.
A mechanical dirigible is holding:
Nothing.
It has the following aliases: dirigible.
7525h, 5150m, 5825e, 10p elrx-
You blink.
...my canon backstory just got more interesting
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Lol."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "I don't believe even you could kill it in one hit."
Wisps of fluffy cloud whirl in from the south, as Maligorn materialises within the condensation.
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Punch it?"
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Yeah."
Maligorn throws out a quick jab at a Manifestation of the Dreaming.
Maligorn connects.
Maligorn has scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
The final blow proves too much for a Manifestation of the Dreaming, who expires, pitifully.
A Manifestation of the Dreaming has been slain by Maligorn.
Some sparkling sand tumbles out of a Manifestation of the Dreaming.
A large pile of sovereigns spills from the corpse.
Maligorn picks up some sparkling sand.
Maligorn picks up some gold sovereigns.
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Oh wow."
Maligorn Shevat says, "Wow, that was hard."
(Ad-Hoc): Innon says, "Nice."
Maligorn flexes his muscles in an impressive display of strength.
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "You actually did."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Lmfao."
(Ad-Hoc): Innon says, "He called it."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "And it actually killed."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "And it had sand."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Wtf."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "Do you want the sand."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "You are magic."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "You've been tracking it after all."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "I'm still in shock."
(Ad-Hoc): Maligorn says, "XD."
RNG has a sense of humor.
Hahahahaha
Well...
Dam, it's been along while. I thought they changed it to avoid that...
Oops, not the result I expected!
Okay, "cat." I'm on to you.