"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."
Crouching slightly, you wrap your arms around a wild node, beginning to heave upwards at it while attempting to mentally disrupt its power flow.
Eistel arrives, following Falmiis Shevat.
With a final heave, the wild node breaks free of the ground, making an odd humming noise as you pick it up.
Cyna has uprooted a wild node in the Astrosphere of Gemini.
You run into a network of rainbows, the light and colour confusing you and making you disoriented.
You are afflicted with confusion.
The raging blizzard prevents you from using your map.
A crumbling staircase.
Tiny points of black and white energy float through the air as they filter out from a shield shrine of Zvoltz nearby. Banks of clouds roil about here. A blizzard rages here. A blizzard obscures the rest of your vision.
<At this point everyone is attacking me, and I run the heck away>
You fling your Hermit tarot to the ground. Upon contact, it explodes in a great flash of technicolour light.
You vaguely make out a large, square doorway of light and you step through it.
You give a wild node to Drill Sergeant Rolsand, Recruit Second Class.
Quit trying to explain their gender in a binary system, Ssaliss.
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.
13) Tremula: "// I JUST WANT TO SIT IN PRETTY GLOM SPACES, YOU PEE KAY 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.
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.
If you have your event NPCs go aggro on us, you should expect us to want to murder them! I feel that one was pretty obvious. :P (But hey, we have to keep you folks on your toes, right?)
Just trying to bring something nice to Mysrai, and Acquisitio tries to steal all her nice stuff.
You curtsey gracefully.
You drop a rustic ring of blossoms.
Sebitti appears amidst a shimmering of coppery energies, her form wreathed in pale smoke.
Sebitti Silkenhand smiles softly.
You suddenly scoop up an indigo and ivory choker.
You say, "I hope You will accept my thanks for joining our game earlier, and that You had fun."
You drop an indigo and ivory choker.
You say, "And I will try not to steal all the items here."
You cough softly.
You suddenly scoop up an indigo and ivory choker.
You drop an indigo and ivory choker.
Her voice a low, purring murmur, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Your offering is accepted, Dylara Stormcrow."
You curtsey gracefully.
You suddenly scoop up a painting of Mysrai.
Sebitti Silkenhand presses her hands together in a mudra, fingers slicking this way and that.
You say, "Have a wonderful day!"
Sebitti Silkenhand's eyes sparkle with amusement.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
You drop a painting of Mysrai.
Purring, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Yourself as well, Dylara of the Grasping Hands."
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.
Oi!! This ship sunk right? I mean just because Twylyth happened to receive a wedding cake while we were all debating it over clan does not mean the ship has set sail???
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.
It's so much easier in Hallifax. You approach Sylandra, she schemes for a while, then you wake up one day at an altar with Jadice or Zvoltz pronouncing you married.
It's so much easier in Hallifax. You approach Sylandra, she schemes for a while, then you wake up one day at an altar with Jadice or Zvoltz pronouncing you married.
I need this.
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."
It's so much easier in Hallifax. You approach Sylandra, she schemes for a while, then you wake up one day at an altar with Jadice or Zvoltz pronouncing you married.
I need this.
In the immortal and indelible words of Shaddus: "How you doin'?"
Salome tells you, "//Really long and beautiful room description." You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// I LOVE IT." Salome tells you, "//I got Tarkenton's manse in the divorce." Salome tells you, "//So I'm making it a place of BROKEN MEMORIES OF LOVE."
You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// Turn it into Beast's castle." 23:17:14 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex Salome tells you, "//Aka The Beast's castle." 23:17:16 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex
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.
Salome tells you, "//Really long and beautiful room description." You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// I LOVE IT." Salome tells you, "//I got Tarkenton's manse in the divorce." Salome tells you, "//So I'm making it a place of BROKEN MEMORIES OF LOVE."
You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// Turn it into Beast's castle." 23:17:14 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex Salome tells you, "//Aka The Beast's castle." 23:17:16 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex
Salome tells you, "//Really long and beautiful room description." You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// I LOVE IT." Salome tells you, "//I got Tarkenton's manse in the divorce." Salome tells you, "//So I'm making it a place of BROKEN MEMORIES OF LOVE."
You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// Turn it into Beast's castle." 23:17:14 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex Salome tells you, "//Aka The Beast's castle." 23:17:16 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex
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A tale as old as time.
Beauty and Maurice.
Excuse me, you know I'm not that fat.
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.
"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."
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Meanwhile, an actual quote:
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "Sometimes I look at old designs I've done and regret how many comms I used."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Irillia says, "I know what you mean. I used to apportion comms based on how important they were to the design, hence my throne that takes like 1000 gems."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Ileein says, "Irillia your throne personally and directly caused the Mountain Wars."
"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."
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Haha! I also laughed at this.
That does indeed trigger murder-response-for-all-Goldenclaws-on-sight.
13) Tremula: "// I JUST WANT TO SIT IN PRETTY GLOM SPACES, YOU PEE KAY MENACE."
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.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
I need this.
You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// I LOVE IT."
Salome tells you, "//I got Tarkenton's manse in the divorce."
Salome tells you, "//So I'm making it a place of BROKEN MEMORIES OF LOVE."
You tell Salome Shee-Slaugh, Mother of Monsters, "// Turn it into Beast's castle."
23:17:14 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex
Salome tells you, "//Aka The Beast's castle."
23:17:16 [H:100%|6800][M:100%|9300][E:100%|8300][p:10( 83)][12.15m][Nun][0 corpses]lrex
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Scanlan: Release Jojobo and the Morningwood race
Excuse me, you know I'm not that fat.