I had to go to bed before the actual thing happened. Damn this 'work' thing.
@Luce I am totally paying for staying up this morning. And it's only Thursday. Send halp.
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.
As was remarked by someone I can't remember (was half asleep), the admins really outdid themselves with this year-end event. 65 people online in the wee hours of the morning in the middle of the week? +1, would watch again.
What will happen next time on the Game of Thorns. Stay tuned.
No one knows what will happen. That's why it's called Game of Thorns.
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.
I have a wonderful chrone addon called cloud-to-butt, that changes instances of the word and phrase "cloud" and "the cloud" to "butt" and "my butt". This makes for wonderful reading about how things will now be stored in my butt, and butt computing. It also means that the above reads "Banks of butts roil about here."
Well, this event is sure good at confusing me and making me feel like I missed out on a hundred different things over the last year, but it sure is fast paced and has a lot going on amidst it.
Nobody ever believes the angry screaming bull-lady who is frothing at the mouth and ranting about nothing being real.
Kidding. :P I hope you guys had fun, and to whomever was controlling the High Gods; I am so very sorry. So very very sorry. Words cannot express... you folks have an inhuman amount of patience.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Please bless we subjects of Aelish Let nothing foul our day We fear no rats nor the crabs Cleaning is on the way! Please cleanse us all, our Spongy God, Splash us with soapy spray! Praise Aelish, the Janitor on High The Janitor on High Praise Aelish, the Janitor on High
Not trying to complain because I know most people are having a -blast- with this event, but I cannot recall feeling more left out of the fun in a year-end event. Every attempt at RP or fun has been entirely shut down, all the while being tortured by road blocks on trying to interject into a few situations.
There was a brief glimmer when when we won the death challenge that Mag might prosper from it, but then we didn't.
Not trying to complain because I know most
people are having a -blast- with this event, but I cannot recall feeling
more left out of the fun in a year-end event. Every attempt at RP or
fun has been entirely shut down, all the while being tortured by road
blocks on trying to interject into a few situations.
There was a brief glimmer when when we won the death challenge that Mag might prosper from it, but then we didn't.
Argh.
Yeah, it's just not happening in Magnagora. I was shut down so many times as well that it seems the only way
to get some RP is to pretend I'm still in Gaudiguch. My plan worked
wonderfully!
Crumkane, Lord of Epicurean Delights says, "WAS IT INDEED ON FIRE, ERITHEYL."
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With a deep reverb, Contemptible Sutekh says, "CEASE YOUR INFERNAL ENERGY, ERITHEYL."
while everyone is shifting and panicing in their sleep, Arcanis is more than likely:
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
I'm sorry some people aren't having fun and aren't getting any interaction... I feel exactly the opposite. I feel like the interactions and the consequences thereof have been stellar.
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.
You are walking casually along a dark mountain range in the middle of the night until you notice that the sky is bare: abandoned by the moon and the stars such that no light exists to illuminate your surroundings. A crash of thunder explodes in your ears as a heavy rain breaks down upon you, nightmarish images flickering along your peripheral vision. Breaking into a run, you suddenly halt as you come across a naked winged woman shivering twenty feet before you, Her face tear-struck and wrought with confusion. Before Her lie two paths: the northwesterly path is obscured within a choking white haze, whilst the northeastern trails away through a dark mauve fog. With an insurmountable desperation, She turns Her head back towards you with a heart-wrenching innocence and pleads for help.
I'm kind of sad that it looks like the event is going to end on player non-agency. Hallifax really got the best deal out of the event, with real and interesting reactions to their roleplay.
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What will happen next time on the Game of Thorns. Stay tuned.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Kidding. :P I hope you guys had fun, and to whomever was controlling the High Gods; I am so very sorry. So very very sorry. Words cannot express... you folks have an inhuman amount of patience.
You are suddenly shoved roughly to the side by an unseen force.
Rowena glances at you, and for the briefest of moments it is not with her eyes, but eyes of astriking blue, pupils rimmed with gold.
Woot!
Blue with gold..blue with gold....who is that?
Let nothing foul our day
We fear no rats nor the crabs
Cleaning is on the way!
Please cleanse us all, our Spongy God,
Splash us with soapy spray!
Praise Aelish, the Janitor on High
The Janitor on High
Praise Aelish, the Janitor on High
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
There was a brief glimmer when when we won the death challenge that Mag might prosper from it, but then we didn't.
Argh.
Yeah, it's just not happening in Magnagora. I was shut down so many times as well that it seems the only way to get some RP is to pretend I'm still in Gaudiguch. My plan worked wonderfully!
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that the sky is bare: abandoned by the moon and the stars such that no light exists to illuminate
your surroundings. A crash of thunder explodes in your ears as a heavy rain breaks down upon you,
nightmarish images flickering along your peripheral vision. Breaking into a run, you suddenly halt
as you come across a naked winged woman shivering twenty feet before you, Her face tear-struck and
wrought with confusion. Before Her lie two paths: the northwesterly path is obscured within a
choking white haze, whilst the northeastern trails away through a dark mauve fog. With an
insurmountable desperation, She turns Her head back towards you with a heart-wrenching innocence and
pleads for help.
YOU DIE TONIGHT