Oh, I've got some real doozies from last night. My favorite?
16) Marcella: "I will rip out Salome's guts and fashion a sheathe out of her appendix, tear her eyes out from the inside, through the mouth, and force you to copulate through the eye sockets using the blood as grease until you shatter her skull."
Granted, she did kill me. So bravo. Gotta work on my curing. But I win, Rancoura.
The Ravenwood glows purple in the forest this night Only shadows to be seen A kingdom of glorious Night and Crow, And it looks like I’m the mofo queen.
The blood thirst is screaming like a serial killer inside, Couldn’t keep it in, false memory knows I tried!
Let’s let them in, let’s let them see How cruel and merciless we’ll always have to be Conceal, but feel, let’s let them know Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Bathe in blood and spike their heads!
I’m going to laugh At what they say Let the Wyrd thrive on, The salt never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some dark spirit Makes everything seem small And the Night’s tenets that once controlled me Allow me to command your fall!
It's time to see what the Wyrd can do To murder the inferior, to pile the salt all on you No right, no wrong, mighty Crow makes us free!
Let it go, let it go I am one with the web and sky Let it go, let it go You’ll only rarely see me lie!
Here I pose with my posse And here we’ll stay Let the Wyrd thrive on!
My power rises through the soil, this sweet bloodied ground My soul is spiraling in frozen nightmares all around And one gesture commands a Wyrden blood bath I'm never stopping now, The past is in the past!
Let it go, let it go And I'll rise like the epitome of war Let it go, let it go That patient queen is gone!
Here I pose with my posse In the gloom of Night Let the Wyrd thrive on, The salt never bothered me anyway!
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.
@salome's beautiful rendition of Let It Go aside, let's make an earnest return to civility, share some quotes, and cut out the drama on this thread or I'll usurp control from @oneiroi and start banning people. Enough's enough, folks.
I'll start:
17) Hoaracle: "Sup bruh."
I don't know why that made me laugh so much, but it did. He just isn't the "sup bruh" kind of guy in my mind.
@salome's beautiful rendition of Let It Go aside, let's make an earnest return to civility, share some quotes, and cut out the drama on this thread or I'll usurp control from @oneiroi and start banning people. Enough's enough, folks.
I'll start:
17) Hoaracle: "Sup bruh."
I don't know why that made me laugh so much, but it did. He just isn't the "sup bruh" kind of guy in my mind.
I was making attempts to diffuse everyone with a good old fashioned laugh. But this kind of takes the cake. He seems so elegant in RP, and this just makes it super funny.
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.
@salome's beautiful rendition of Let It Go aside, let's make an earnest return to civility, share some quotes, and cut out the drama on this thread or I'll usurp control from @oneiroi and start banning people. Enough's enough, folks.
I'll start:
17) Hoaracle: "Sup bruh."
I don't know why that made me laugh so much, but it did. He just isn't the "sup bruh" kind of guy in my mind.
Speaking of Hoaracle... I can always share this lovely thing that I ran into practically a year ago...
Isune is the leader of your group. Members of your group include: Hoaracle <ephemeral here censored> Kiradawea Portius Ushaara There are 7 people in your group.
I was like.... whaaaaat?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
"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 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."
Bold black ink spells out a word in crisp, utilitarian block lettering across the fingers. Etched in the space between the first and second knuckles of each finger, the name "SYLANDRA" becomes readable when the two fists are held out side-by-side.
It's a shame though. Considering how far-fetched it is that someone like Daraius would get tattoos, the idea that he would get SYLANDRA inked across his knuckles doesn't seem all that outlandish at all. From his perspective it would be the sweetest, most sincere, unironic gesture of fidelity. =((
But not to worry. My hip bone cartoon sheep tat was approved.
"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."
I'll tell you what Daraius needs; a gar-peep tattoo on his ankle.
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 thought I had to tell her since another person mentioned how he didn't know he was snubbed. Since the game doesn't really tell you that a person is snubbing you unless you send them tells or emote at them. I could've also not responded as well but I was thinking I might get issued for afking. Will use a different phrase next time!
When you're done with an argument, you could just go "Have a nice day!" or anything of that nature, and ignore them when they talk to you further. At that point it's obvious you're not afk and are ignoring them (because you did respond), so they will eventually tire themselves out and go away.
There are people who keep spamming me with tells and continuously send me complaints even though I've told them many times that I really don't care and/or they should talk to the person they're complaining about instead. As a bonus, snub also ignores any annoying yells or shouts or room-wide or targetted passive-aggressive comments that people say (emotes too). Hrm but I'll try the silent treatment next time I guess. Thanks for the advice.
Bold black ink spells out a word in crisp, utilitarian block lettering across the fingers. Etched in the space between the first and second knuckles of each finger, the name "SYLANDRA" becomes readable when the two fists are held out side-by-side.
It's a shame though. Considering how far-fetched it is that someone like Daraius would get tattoos, the idea that he would get SYLANDRA inked across his knuckles doesn't seem all that outlandish at all. From his perspective it would be the sweetest, most sincere, unironic gesture of fidelity. =((
But not to worry. My hip bone cartoon sheep tat was approved.
I'm guessing part of the reason it was rejected because the short description was SYLANDRA, yes?
You can probably still get it approved if you rename it. A long time ago, Lendren had me design an ankle tattoo that had "Gabriella" written on the skin, and it went through - the name being there was just described in a different way.
"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."
"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."
Commodities: purpletint 75 coal 75 Mortal Reviews: Allowed Tattoo Weight: 75 Appearance: a pointed arrow Examined: A thick and solid black arrow points downwards just below the navel. The words 'Property of Munsia' are within the image of a vellum like banner that has the ends rolled to create the appearance of a scroll.
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.
Gabriella tells you, "My son stirs. I suggest you leave the forest lest he senses you as we have."
A whispered voice in the back of your mind, kind and motherly, tells you, "Be safely away from My forest for now, child. All will be well -- eventually."
D'aww.
"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."
Gabriella tells you, "My son stirs. I suggest you leave the forest lest he senses you as we have."
A whispered voice in the back of your mind, kind and motherly, tells you, "Be safely away from My forest for now, child. All will be well -- eventually."
D'aww.
Well, you're just the bee's knees. How can we resist your charms, Kethaera?
"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."
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Only shadows to be seen
A kingdom of glorious Night and Crow,
And it looks like I’m the mofo queen.
The blood thirst is screaming like a serial killer inside,
Couldn’t keep it in, false memory knows I tried!
Let’s let them in, let’s let them see
How cruel and merciless we’ll always have to be
Conceal, but feel, let’s let them know
Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Bathe in blood and spike their heads!
I’m going to laugh
At what they say
Let the Wyrd thrive on,
The salt never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some dark spirit
Makes everything seem small
And the Night’s tenets that once controlled me
Allow me to command your fall!
It's time to see what the Wyrd can do
To murder the inferior, to pile the salt all on you
No right, no wrong, mighty Crow makes us free!
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the web and sky
Let it go, let it go
You’ll only rarely see me lie!
Here I pose with my posse
And here we’ll stay
Let the Wyrd thrive on!
My power rises through the soil, this sweet bloodied ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen nightmares all around
And one gesture commands a Wyrden blood bath
I'm never stopping now,
The past is in the past!
Let it go, let it go
And I'll rise like the epitome of war
Let it go, let it go
That patient queen is gone!
Here I pose with my posse
In the gloom of Night
Let the Wyrd thrive on,
The salt never bothered me anyway!
*runs and hides*
Suntie attempts to stand straighter and sticks her tail between her legs so the tip pokes out.
Kitty Corsair Suntie, The Sober Swashbuckler intones, "Yes son."
did lol
Isune is the leader of your group.
Members of your group include:
Hoaracle
<ephemeral here censored>
Kiradawea
Portius
Ushaara
There are 7 people in your group.
I was like.... whaaaaat?
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
That certainly detracts from it
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
A redolent aroma envelops Shedrin as a gentle breeze wafts striking petals of carnelian hue about him, fluttering gaily like streamers on the wind.
Zvoltz sniffs Shedrin, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from him is.
Shedrin sniffs himself, smiles slightly, then looks back up.
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The sandwich in Zvoltz's hand bursts into flame, the smoke funneling behind His mask for consumption.
(bit later)
Softly, Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide says, "I believe that is all I wished to discuss. IS there aught else to speak of while I am here?"
You ponder the situation.
You ask, "...did You like the sandwich?"
You look at Zvoltz hopefully.
Zvoltz, the Shrouded Guide says, "It was rather ashy."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
You tell Saoirse Kissane-Ladyn, "Why did you attack Iove?"
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
Saoirse tells you, "Because she's Magnagoran."
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
You tell Saoirse Kissane-Ladyn, "That's not a reason to attack someone."
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
Saoirse tells you, "Hmm it is for me."
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
You tell Saoirse Kissane-Ladyn, "It really isn't."
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
Saoirse tells you, "Who are you?"
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
You tell Saoirse Kissane-Ladyn, "A friend, wishing to know why you're attacking her for no -good- reason."
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
A series of chiming notes, distinctly crystalline, ring out in the distance in a slow, descending scale.
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
Saoirse tells you, "You will be snubbed now."
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
That person has chosen to ignore you.
[H:6870|M:4520|E:5045|P:10] [k ex] 0.01% [Nothing]
I'm beginning to understand why these people catch so much flak.
Commodities: purpletint 75 coal 75
Mortal Reviews: Allowed
Tattoo Weight: 75
Appearance:
a pointed arrow
Examined:
A thick and solid black arrow points downwards just below the navel. The
words 'Property of Munsia' are within the image of a vellum like banner
that has the ends rolled to create the appearance of a scroll.
I'm getting the feeling he wasn't aware you were curious. O:-)