"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."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "I feel like a bad person, begging from these folks in Lirangsha."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "They are already poor."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "But they are finding so much gold to give me..."
(Fire Hogwash): Talan says, "They're not."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "This is my first time here."
(Fire Hogwash): You say, "I have to wonder, maybe if there weren't so darn many of them, maybe then they wouldn't be starving."
(Fire Hogwash): Talan says, "They're starving the way that Jewel once left her upper middle class suburban home to go and live in a van under a bridge."
You tell Yarith Shevat, the Northern Hope, "Xyphrr."
You tell Yarith Shevat, the Northern Hope, "Oops no."
Yarith tells you, "Setting target to Xyphr. Preparing to destroy."
Xypher jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.
You sense Yarith pulling on the strands of aether surrounding Xypher.
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
The sweet scent of cherry blossoms wafts through the air as a cavalcade of ivory petals heralds the entrance of Yarith.
Yarith bops Xypher on the head.
Yarith waves goodbye.
Yarith spreads his arms wide, and the air between his hands begins to warp and twist, dancing with brilliant multicoloured light as he bores a hole through the fabric of the planes.
Xypher blinks.
A swirling gateway of brilliant light pierces the air before Yarith, boring a hole through the very fabric of the planes. Yarith ascends confidently through the rotating gate, which shimmers and snaps shut behind him.
Ok, so that got better. I maybe spun that silliness off into a contest for the city, to produce fun anthem lyrics. This is Rolan's submission and it's great:
You read what is written on a torn sheet of journal stationery:
The Gaudiguchian Anthem:
Start by arranging a group of people in a bar, pub, tavern, or other
place where you drink alcohol in volume. Make sure all people involved have alcohol in quantity, and they imbibe said alcohol.
The anthem is started by one person loudly singing in a key of their
choosing: "Gaudiguch! The City of Freedom! The City we Love!"
To which all assembled parties shout in unison some matter of agreement. "Aye!" is preferred, but variance for flavor is recommended.
From this point on, anything goes. Sing whatever you want, in any way you want. Sing once, or multiple times. Drink before, during, or after singing at your discretion.
Finally, once a certain amount of singing has been done and everyone has quieted, any party says, exclaims, yells, or shouts "For Freedom!", to which all involved parties should echo at the same volume.
These instructions should be followed only as much as you care to. The important thing is to drink and be merry among friends.
Rolan Vessandril, Still Writing Terrible Song Lyrics
(The Crux): Talan (from the Astral Plane) says, "They threw up on my shoes."
(The Crux): You say, "It was probably an improvement on your shoes."
(Person) has just left you message #74.
Message #74 sent by (Person) received: 2016/11/27 04:06:16)
Jeez that was quite the burn.
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.
readlog serenwilde 0 3 Ymuli appointed Eadeol as Librarian.
"Oh the year was 453CE, how I wish I was in Serenwilde now... aletter of marque come from the regent to the scummiest aethership I ever seen, gods damn them all...I was told we'd cruise the void for auronidion and dust, we'd fire no turrets, shed no tears.. now I'm a broken man on a Hallifax tier, the last of Saz's privateers."
Wildeflower Aramel Strongleaf says to Xiran, "My cousin's attitude to life is rather like her attitude towards cake - to have everything, and at once, and lots of it."
(Fire Hogwash): Rolan (from the Aetherways) says, "Look at it this way: If we die, it usually is because someone effed up, and it's rarely the collectors."
(Fire Hogwash): Ackaur says, "I think I gained a new purpose in life."
(Fire Hogwash): Sksez says, "Is it fucking up royally as a collector, Ack?"
(Fire Hogwash): Ackaur says, "I'll figure out a way to do royal damage."
(Fire Hogwash): Sksez says, "I believe in you, Ackaur!"
(Fire Hogwash): Ackaur says, "Thank you, Sksez."
(Fire Hogwash): Sksez says, "That's why I didn't want to go, Breandryn. Because I'm secretly praying that Ack's gonna do me good and crash the ship."
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All aboard the good ship Faramel.
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Daraius (from the Aetherways) says, "2nd best?"
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra (from the Aetherways) says, ":3."
(Ministry of Marital Affairs): Sylandra (from the Aetherways) says, "Except I know Dar is referring to himself."
:c
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
"You are:
readlog serenwilde 0 3
Ymuli appointed Eadeol as Librarian.
-Kilian
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
With a wink, a shirtless man-servant says, "I'd tap that."