Cleaning out computer, ran across this old exchange:
Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "These two rooms are now subject to your creative mercy."
You say, "I have not a plan in mind yet, but I will attempt some interior decoration soon."
Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "Feel free to decorate them however you wish. No need to seek my approval unless you want to add something particularly outrageous."
You nod your head emphatically.
Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "No animatronic gyrating demon statues, for instance."
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
You say, "That is... disgusting."
Archmage Phoebus Windwhisper, Shaper of Systems says, "You want to know disgusting? My sister had cherubs decorating the lounge at first."
"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."
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.
"Perfect. Please move quickly to the next post, as the effects of
prolonged exposure to the signature are not part of this test."
NARF!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I assumed it was a Shangri-La monk who had angered Genghis Khan...
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.
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.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Shikari slowly raises His eyes to meet Drocilla's, a storm of emotions warring visibly on His face.
Her chin still held up high, anger flashes across the Enchantress' face at being deprived of the kill. As Her eyes meet the Predator's, all anger is gone in an instant, replaced by an open-eyed interest.
(Viridian Rangers): You say, "*cue 1980's power ballad*."
(Viridian Rangers): You say, "Sorry, couldn't help myself!"
Wordlessly, Shikari rips the halberd from the corpse of the beast, letting it sink into a fold in the aether as He turns to face Drocilla, weapon in hand.
(Viridian Rangers): Amarok says, "I can hear that!"
(Viridian Rangers): Lilian says, "I'm wondering why they can't do this in a manse like most other people."
(Viridian Rangers): Isluna says, "Thanks, stuck in my head now..."
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.
"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."
Comments
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
(I lol'd)
Gutted I had to drop out of that fight, but RL called when you guys got the drop on me. Looked like fun!
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
((CLANOFSHENNANIGANGANANANANAS): Ryboi (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Bwhahahaha mis."
(Denny's): Neigh (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "For her high horse."
Signature!
Any idea what this is?
NARF!
Meow.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Isn't his little snout adorable?
Now, where do I find them in the game?
Her chin still held up high, anger flashes across the Enchantress' face at being deprived of the
kill. As Her eyes meet the Predator's, all anger is gone in an instant, replaced by an open-eyed
interest.
(Viridian Rangers): You say, "*cue 1980's power ballad*."
(Viridian Rangers): You say, "Sorry, couldn't help myself!"
Wordlessly, Shikari rips the halberd from the corpse of the beast, letting it sink into a fold in
the aether as He turns to face Drocilla, weapon in hand.
(Viridian Rangers): Amarok says, "I can hear that!"
(Viridian Rangers): Lilian says, "I'm wondering why they can't do this in a manse like most other
people."
(Viridian Rangers): Isluna says, "Thanks, stuck in my head now..."
EDIT: Disappoint I missed the event-thing. Mother's day et all.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
$1,000,000 US Dollars tells you, "Oh, Smelly! Do you want your mother?"
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.