"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."
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.
Reminds me of an old quote I heard from elsewhere...
If a cat always lands on it's feet and a buttered piece of toast always lands buttered side down, what will happen if you tie a piece of buttered toast to a cat's back?
Kiss of the Enchantress hisses eerily, "Let them fear, and despair."
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.
Reminds me of an old quote I heard from elsewhere...
If a cat always lands on it's feet and a buttered piece of toast always lands buttered side down, what will happen if you tie a piece of buttered toast to a cat's back?
Infinite power.
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.
Maybe that baby that crawled off is really a split timeline baby that screwed a lot of things up.
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.
"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."
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.
Reminds me of an old quote I heard from elsewhere...
If a cat always lands on it's feet and a buttered piece of toast always lands buttered side down, what will happen if you tie a piece of buttered toast to a cat's back?
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Yeah well I would but my writing's broken."
(Ad-Hoc): Pejat says, "Yell at Shedrin to make a design for you."
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "You'll probably be disappointed."
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "You ask Shedrin for a design. He pulls a notecard out of his pocket and slides it across the table to you. You flip it over. All it says is, "Lightning.""
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Yeah well I would but my writing's broken."
(Ad-Hoc): Pejat says, "Yell at Shedrin to make a design for you."
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "You'll probably be disappointed."
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "You ask Shedrin for a design. He pulls a notecard out of his pocket and slides it across the table to you. You flip it over. All it says is, "Lightning.""
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Define design."
I was a little thrown off by my name showing up in a quote when I haven't been online in days, hahah. Were you sitting on this the whole time?
Every so often, it's nice to know the gods are listening in on you. We all love you, Zvoltz.
Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide crackles with confined energy, His form flickering and fading along the edges. He wields the mighty hammer, Ays Onid in His left hand and a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke in His right.
You look at a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke that Zvoltz is wielding:
A half chewed cigar beaten and misshapen you can only tell that it was once a fine cigar by it's
scent and the red cherry that somehow never burns out. Whisps of grey smoke trail out and up from it.
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Look at his cigar stub."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Before he unwields it."
Zvoltz ceases to wield a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke in His right hand.
Zvoltz puts a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke into a fold in the Design.
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "XD."
EDIT: Finally fixed that. Editting quotes is annoying now!
Every so often, it's nice to know the gods are listening in on you. We all love you, Zvoltz.
You look at a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke that Zvoltz is wielding:
A half chewed cigar beaten and misshapen you can only tell that it was once a fine cigar by it's
scent and the red cherry that somehow never burns out. Whisps of grey smoke trail out and up from it.
*Its *wisps
May need punctuation in the first sentence of the examined.
/hides
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.
What a syzygy looks like. Unfortunately I can't stick around to abuse it.
The Sun is in Skull. (Blunt)
The Moon is in Skull. (Hallucinations)
Eroee is in Skull. (Sensitivity)
Sidiak is in Skull. (Stupidity)
Tarox is in Skull. (Recklessness)
Papaxi is in Skull. (Ego)
Aapek is in Skull. (Aeon)
Volcano (fire res) |Str:-2|Dur:-2|Man:-2|Eq:-2|End:-2|Ran:-2|Pow:-2
Antlers (bal) |Str:+3|Dur:+3|Man:+3|Eq:+3|End:+3|Ran:+3|Pow:+3
Twin Crystals (psy res) |Str:-1|Dur:-1|Man:-1|Eq:-1|End:-1|Ran:-1|Pow:-1
Dolphin (eq) |Str:-3|Dur:-3|Man:-3|Eq:-3|End:-3|Ran:-3|Pow:-3
Lion (cha) |Str:-1|Dur:-1|Man:-1|Eq:-1|End:-1|Ran:-1|Pow:-1
Crocodile (phys res) |Str:+3|Dur:+3|Man:+3|Eq:+3|End:+3|Ran:+3|Pow:+3
Burning Censer (asph res) |Str:-2|Dur:-2|Man:-2|Eq:-2|End:-2|Ran:-2|Pow:-2
Spider (web) |Str:+2|Dur:+2|Man:+2|Eq:+2|End:+2|Ran:+2|Pow:+2
Dragon (mag res) |Str:+1|Dur:+1|Man:+1|Eq:+1|End:+1|Ran:+1|Pow:+1
Skull (con) |Str:+4|Dur:+4|Man:+4|Eq:+4|End:+4|Ran:+4|Pow:+4
Bumblebee (movement) |Str:+1|Dur:+1|Man:+1|Eq:+1|End:+1|Ran:+1|Pow:+1
Glacier (cold res) |Str:+2|Dur:+2|Man:+2|Eq:+2|End:+2|Ran:+2|Pow:+2
Whispers in a thousand dissonant voices, each starkly dissimilar, carry hauntingly on the air from a healing shrine of Morgfyre nearby. It is well below freezing and your breath is a white haze. Hundreds of butterflies fill the glade, swarming in the green-tinged light filtering through the canopy. Their brilliant colours gleam against the lush emerald jungle and the rich black of the stirred up mud of the glade's floor. Swallowtails flit about, shining black and gold, while brilliant scarlet and black callicores alight upon the nutrient-rich mud. A handful of dazzling orange Julias flutter closer to the trees at the edge of the glade, while the iridescent blue Morpho butterflies catch the eye in every direction.
Excuse me, I've gone to live with the butterflies.
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.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "Hey guys..."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Hi."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "Loboshigargoyle. :3."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "No."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): You say, "Come on that's good."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "No."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Falmiis (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "/disowned."
11) 2016/08/26 02:49:44 - Teleos: "Is it bad that when the newbie channel asked is there a centaur race here, I really wanted to respond: We tried to get them to race but they're so dang lazy."
12) 2016/08/26 02:50:04 - Lakisha: "XD."
13) 2016/08/26 02:50:10 - Vivet: "It just means you're a proper Hallifaxian."
I decided sharing the pun was worthwhile.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I've played a trill for over a decade. But if centaurs ever became a playable race, I'd switch in a heartbeat.
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.
Centaurs should really be a thing. Just apply amnesia dust and copious amounts of suspension of disbelief to the "technically they have six limbs" aspect.
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
Centaurs should really be a thing. Just apply amnesia dust and copious amounts of suspension of disbelief to the "technically they have six limbs" aspect.
Oh, limb limits, why must you be? In a perfect world, kephera would have six limbs, as well. Bug people with four limbs, pshhhh.
I feel bad for male kephera in general. In the racial art his face looks like The Tick's, and the fingers of his freak arms are almost to the ground standing fully upright. And that's with his fingers curled in and his kepheran standard-issue inbuilt high heels giving him some extra height. Super-long arms is a pretty poor substitute for a whole set of limbs.
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If a cat always lands on it's feet and a buttered piece of toast always lands buttered side down, what will happen if you tie a piece of buttered toast to a cat's back?
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.
Instructor Daraius Shavatt asks, "Was it an ugly baby?"
Does that really matter, @Daraius?
Mica Dewcrest says, "Gentlemen."
Mica curtseys gracefully.
Mica is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Lusternia.
Astral insanity is a treasure.
Age: forever 28 / Sex: female / Location: where the Fates can't reach
Shibeori Chum says, "Perhaps you can bring me the flameling of avaricious fire instead."
(Ad-Hoc): Pejat says, "Make your own design."
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "Yeah well I would but my writing's broken."
(Ad-Hoc): Pejat says, "Yell at Shedrin to make a design for you."
(Ad-Hoc): Shedrin says, "You'll probably be disappointed."
(Ad-Hoc): Phoebus says, "You ask Shedrin for a design. He pulls a notecard out of his pocket and slides it across the table to you. You flip it over. All it says is, "Lightning.""
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "Define design."Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide crackles with confined energy, His form flickering and fading along the edges. He wields the mighty hammer, Ays Onid in His left hand and a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke in His right.
You look at a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke that Zvoltz is wielding: A half chewed cigar beaten and misshapen you can only tell that it was once a fine cigar by it's scent and the red cherry that somehow never burns out. Whisps of grey smoke trail out and up from it.
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Look at his cigar stub."
(Ad-Hoc): You say, "Before he unwields it."
Zvoltz ceases to wield a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke in His right hand.
Zvoltz puts a cigar stub trailing out grey smoke into a fold in the Design.
(Ad-Hoc): Falmiis says, "XD."
EDIT: Finally fixed that. Editting quotes is annoying now!
The Sun is in Skull. (Blunt) The Moon is in Skull. (Hallucinations) Eroee is in Skull. (Sensitivity) Sidiak is in Skull. (Stupidity) Tarox is in Skull. (Recklessness) Papaxi is in Skull. (Ego) Aapek is in Skull. (Aeon) Volcano (fire res) |Str:-2|Dur:-2|Man:-2|Eq:-2|End:-2|Ran:-2|Pow:-2 Antlers (bal) |Str:+3|Dur:+3|Man:+3|Eq:+3|End:+3|Ran:+3|Pow:+3 Twin Crystals (psy res) |Str:-1|Dur:-1|Man:-1|Eq:-1|End:-1|Ran:-1|Pow:-1 Dolphin (eq) |Str:-3|Dur:-3|Man:-3|Eq:-3|End:-3|Ran:-3|Pow:-3 Lion (cha) |Str:-1|Dur:-1|Man:-1|Eq:-1|End:-1|Ran:-1|Pow:-1 Crocodile (phys res) |Str:+3|Dur:+3|Man:+3|Eq:+3|End:+3|Ran:+3|Pow:+3 Burning Censer (asph res) |Str:-2|Dur:-2|Man:-2|Eq:-2|End:-2|Ran:-2|Pow:-2 Spider (web) |Str:+2|Dur:+2|Man:+2|Eq:+2|End:+2|Ran:+2|Pow:+2 Dragon (mag res) |Str:+1|Dur:+1|Man:+1|Eq:+1|End:+1|Ran:+1|Pow:+1 Skull (con) |Str:+4|Dur:+4|Man:+4|Eq:+4|End:+4|Ran:+4|Pow:+4 Bumblebee (movement) |Str:+1|Dur:+1|Man:+1|Eq:+1|End:+1|Ran:+1|Pow:+1 Glacier (cold res) |Str:+2|Dur:+2|Man:+2|Eq:+2|End:+2|Ran:+2|Pow:+2Dear admin, ihu.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Excuse me, I've gone to live with the butterflies.
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.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
I decided sharing the pun was worthwhile.
I feel bad for male kephera in general. In the racial art his face looks like The Tick's, and the fingers of his freak arms are almost to the ground standing fully upright. And that's with his fingers curled in and his kepheran standard-issue inbuilt high heels giving him some extra height. Super-long arms is a pretty poor substitute for a whole set of limbs.
And there's a typo on his page. Poor guy.
And the female keph has boobs
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."