EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I imagine they burst forth in a lab coat with a clipboard, ready to take attendance and ensure proper decorum.
But the cake is fabulous, because art.
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.
2015/05/02 09:42:48 - Tylwyth declared Silea to be a formal enemy. Reason: for the pusillanimous knaves Croven assault upon both our youngsters in Ethereal glom, and slubberdegullion popinjay's assault upon Lord Nochts Slaugh.
I can't believe I misspelled craven in a sentence I used "slubberdegullion" in. Of course I also missed a "the" before it too...
2015/05/02 09:42:48 - Tylwyth declared Silea to be a formal enemy. Reason: for the pusillanimous knaves Croven assault upon both our youngsters in Ethereal glom, and slubberdegullion popinjay's assault upon Lord Nochts Slaugh.
I can't believe I misspelled craven in a sentence I used "slubberdegullion" in. Of course I also missed a "the" before it too...
Clearly, the affront to your person was so outrageous that you were unable to adequately rein in your temper. I know I often find myself so scandalised that proper grammar falls to the wayside.
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.
I don't get the joke beakaws I don't read that comic. Sorry.
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 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."
"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."
I imagine they burst forth in a lab coat with a clipboard, ready to take attendance and ensure proper decorum.
But the cake is fabulous, because art.
ACTUALLY, the person springs out, yelling triumph as they pounce/tackle the person holding the cake. Mad frosting mess ensues. Really fun to watch.
I think you're thinking of Ackleberry's Cake Parties. Those are a long-lost art, now only practiced on very solemn occasions in Estelbar.
Actually, I think you're thinking about Isunite parties, where doddering old uncles are baked into cakes and fed, still living, to the nephew at his own wedding.
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 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."
So.. poor lil' dwarfy is a bit drunk. So what do we do? Right! Let's quest!
You say, "Ssayochi ssenn mh to pick up a pacckage."
You say, "Sayochi sent me to pick up A packaagge."
You fumble about drunkenly.
You say, "Sayocti SEnn *hic* t me to pick sP aaa pAckame."
You say, "Sayochi sent me to pifck up a pac *hic* kay *hic* e."
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide. (0,144s)
You say, "Sayochi sEnnt mee t *hic* O piick up a package."
You say, "Sayochi sent me to pick uhp aa packkage."
You say, "SaayyochI s *hic* ent m *hic* e sso pick up a pacsage."
You say, "Sh *hic* aayop *hic* hhil sent mrr To picnk up a package."
You say, "Sayccchi sxnt me tGo pick uhp a p *hic* ackage."
You fumble about drunkenly.
You say, "Sayoch *hic* i sfnt me to pick Up a packa *hic* ge."
You say, "SayochI sent me to pick up a packAge." An old dracnari swathed in black exclaims, "You are late, belly-crawler! Take this back to your Madame!" An old dracnari swathed in black shoves a package wrapped in brown paper into your hands hurriedly, before disappearing into the crowd.
ClanPerson says, "It would be really weird if RL people didn't need to sleep."
ClanPerson says, "Like, without sleep, we wouldn't need beds..."
You say, "Yeah we would."
ClanPerson says, "But we'd need some kind of...mattressy things for fun times, so in every house there'd just be a creepy sex mattress hidden somewhere."
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But the cake is fabulous, because art.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Nikkakorra scurries about, trying to hide the suspicious look on her face.
So, first time, pilot says to target Aegis, and everone just shoots...random ships instead.
Second time...
<name redacted> tells you, "I think I locked into an empath grid.. does that mean I should of healed the ship?"
Clearly, some people just signed themselves up for some intense aethership training!
(shudder)
Edit: Lol the flagging.
D'liom @Astraea says, "You are...."
D'liom Astraea says, "Compassionate? Kind? Honourable? You must forgive us, we are unaware of a word to use in this situation that is not demeaning."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
"Your own work at least remains well made, even if you do insist on measuring your words as the director of an orphanage might mete out porridge."
Well done, @Kalnid. That is absolutely magnificent.
You say, "Ssayochi ssenn mh to pick up a pacckage."
You say, "Sayochi sent me to pick up A packaagge."
You fumble about drunkenly.
You say, "Sayocti SEnn *hic* t me to pick sP aaa pAckame."
You say, "Sayochi sent me to pifck up a pac *hic* kay *hic* e."
You stumble and fall in your alcoholic haze.
You stand up and stretch your arms out wide. (0,144s)
You say, "Sayochi sEnnt mee t *hic* O piick up a package."
You say, "Sayochi sent me to pick uhp aa packkage."
You say, "SaayyochI s *hic* ent m *hic* e sso pick up a pacsage."
You say, "Sh *hic* aayop *hic* hhil sent mrr To picnk up a package."
You say, "Sayccchi sxnt me tGo pick uhp a p *hic* ackage."
You fumble about drunkenly.
You say, "Sayoch *hic* i sfnt me to pick Up a packa *hic* ge."
You say, "SayochI sent me to pick up a packAge."
An old dracnari swathed in black exclaims, "You are late, belly-crawler! Take this back to your
Madame!"
An old dracnari swathed in black shoves a package wrapped in brown paper into your hands hurriedly,
before disappearing into the crowd.
... well this could take a while. -.-
ClanPerson says, "It would be really weird if RL people didn't need to sleep."
ClanPerson says, "Like, without sleep, we wouldn't need beds..."
You say, "Yeah we would."
ClanPerson says, "But we'd need some kind of...mattressy things for fun times, so in every house there'd just be a creepy sex mattress hidden somewhere."
The Inner Sea. I take commissions doe.
No context needed, just laugh with me at the thought of Krin leaving the aetherplex