I think yellow font should be banned for non-mods. Or maybe we can start banning people for using it.......
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DaskalosCredit Whore ExtraordinareRolling amongst piles of credits.
Pfft!
Message #17059 Sent By: Oleis Received On: 1/03/2014/17:24 "If it makes you feel better, just checking your artifact list threatens to crash my mudlet."
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Kiyotanspectacular vernacularSummit of the Falconmount
Back to quotes and misquotes!
Some may say we've lost our way, but I believe we've not gone far enough.
I apologize in advance for any unrest/derailment this post may cause. However, this is something I want to say in an unofficial capacity because I feel it needs to be said since it appears quite a bit of you seem to have forgotten or just didn't know:
The point of this thread is to post something you personally find amusing or funny and are willing to share with the community. Humor is highly subjective. So what one person may find hilarious, another may find completely and utterly dull. This thread belongs to no one and everyone.
The poster found his/her content funny and came here to share it with the community. It's for these reasons I don't mind any of the content posted here that I don't find particularly funny or even the re-posts in this thread because the content may just be new to the poster and I don't expect them to read through 5+ pages first to check if something similar was posted on my behalf. Besides, the reminder may just make me smile and reinforce what this thread is all about - coming together and sharing humor.
Upvote/Like/Dislike/Disagree as you see fit but for the community's sake learn to keep it civil, move on and let go. This goes for everyone. I can't say I like or approve of the borderline if not outright bullying that I sometimes see going on in this and other threads. And I applaud anyone that tries to restore order without waiting for the authorities.
Edit: tl;dr Just chill. Live and let live.
¤ Si vis pacem, para bellum. ¤
Someone powerful says, "We're going to have to delete you."
I still haven't quite figured out what the promote button does, but the picture looks like I'm giving you the finger, so I'm okay with that.
The promote button (assuming you have enough) slaps the post immediately on the 'Best of...' page. So when newcomers/guests/whatever visit the forums, these are the posts they are first exposed to along with the posts that have a lot of likes/agrees/etc.
¤ Si vis pacem, para bellum. ¤
Someone powerful says, "We're going to have to delete you."
A dark substance pools around the destroyed body of a simulacrum.
She weighs about 460 pound(s).
The terrible form of the simulacrum is impossibly tall, nearly thirteen feet in height and shaped like a strongly-built athletic woman. Her glowing ebony skin holds a constant sheen of moisture upon it, barely clad in an ornamental covering of crimson silks and gold-plated armaments and bangles. Upon her head is a conically-shaped, massive headgear, framing her scowling face on three sides. She walks barefoot, and her four arms are each equipped with a wickedly-curved obsidian scimitar.
You have emoted: Emelle stares down at the corpse of a simulacrum of the Malevolent in silence, her eyes blazing as she scours its body.
"Looks like someone took Serrice and sent her to the Pit for training," Angwe comments, eyes wide as he stares down at the thing.
You hear a high-pitched screaming noise and instantly a bolt of blue, crackling energy strikes your mortal body. Your back arches as pain explodes in your brain. Blue fire erupts through your eye sockets and mouth as you die in unspeakable agony.
You have been slain by Iosyne.
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Experience Lost: 9750 [total: 6437258]
Silence, cloak of the hunt falls out of your inventory.
The Night Eye pendant falls out of your inventory.
The Hall of the Underking.
This room has not been mapped.
There are no obvious exits.
Your insignia fades slightly in its lustre, as your loss is notated in the records.
The Sect of Blades has awarded you 100 marks of valour for: Ass kicked by a Goddess
Kiyotan bows his head a second time, a moment longer than a standard nod. "It is an honor. If there is an aisle, will I also be walking you down it?"
Idly, you say, "I thought I might ask my father to do that."
Kiyotan makes a sound like a snort, glancing elsewhere.
Belatedly, Kiyotan's brow furrows, and he shoots a sharp look at you. "Wait."
You have emoted: "We have not gotten that much planned out yet," Arbre says, "just taking it a little bit at a time and -"
You tilt your head curiously at Kiyotan.
Kiyotan narrows his visible eye at you. "..Desian?"
You have emoted: Arbre raises her flat hand and gestures over her head, making a descending whistle.
Kiyotan continues to stare at you with that suspicious expression, awaiting a proper response.
You have emoted: Arbre sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "-Yes-, avelae, -Desian-," she says, "I thought it a wonderful idea to invite him. We would all get a free trip to the Pit afterward." She shakes her head at Kiyotan and says, "it was a -joke-."
Kiyotan's expression of suspicion bleeds away, replaced by a bland and blank stare. "It always sort of takes me by surprise," he says slowly, "to remember that you have a sense of humor."
You have emoted: Arbre's smile fades and she stares at Kiyotan dully. "Thank you, avelae," she drolls.
[00:17] Arbre: O.O at bidding on me [00:17] Aldric: XD [00:17] Aldric: Spring break is coming up [00:17] Aldric: so I thought it'd be fun to RP! [00:17] Arbre: We can still RP [00:17] * Aldric is secretly bidding on you to make the cure [00:17] * Aldric is secretly-not-so-secretly going to ask to rejoin shamalamans [00:18] Aldric : ..I'm going to stop this joke awhile, because it's already believable
After fighting in the Rapier arena with Ilyon for 12 minutes 47 seconds at what was practically the start of a lesser:
Tension fills the air as you lock your focus upon Ilyon. A sudden burst of forked bolts of lightning strike him with sharp cracks, his body locked in spasms.
Your jolts of static energy have disrupted Ilyon's mental state with shyness.
Rock strewn desert. (Mhojave desert.) (2859) [-Severn-]
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This area is unnaturally flooded with water. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. You are in a region of the desert which is becoming increasingly barren as it unfolds to the south. The once abundant sand which once carpeted the desert floor has thinned to reveal bare hard bedrock which underlies the entire desert. Here and there fingers and nodules of rough igneous rock protrude through the fine layer of sand, jutting upward as harsh dark spears. To the north the desert reverts to its more typical nature, and great dunes are visible like frozen waves, here and there capped by lashes of desert grass. To the south the desert increases in its hardness as the landscape becomes increasingly stony and barren, devoid of vegetation at its farthest extremes where it meets with the Vashnar mountain range at both southerly and westerly extremes. There are 2 guardian angels here. Small and dull in hue, a slice of a pineal gland rests here. A tiny slice of castorite has been left here. An icewall is here, blocking passage to the south. An icewall is here, blocking passage to the east. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Your eye is alerted to the presence of a sand-hued snake, barely perceptible amid the desert floor. Coiling and shifting endlessly, a serpent spirit hangs in the air. Surrounded in an aura of defilement, Edhain is here. He is riding on a pale warhorse. He wields a lethal anaxagorite scimitar in his left hand and a lethal anaxagorite scimitar in his right. Exayne is here. He is riding on a spindly giant spider. He wields a jewel-encrusted buckler in his left hand and a spiritual mace in his right. Azton is here. He wields a buckler in his left hand and a spiritual mace in his right.
You see exits leading east and south.
Comprehension flashes across Edhain's face.
Your jolts of static energy have disrupted Ilyon's mental state with shyness.
Exayne utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
(Web): You say, "Unicorns finally."
Azton pats you in a friendly manner.
Exayne raises his hand in greeting and says "Hi!"
Edhain utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
(Dion an Duir): You say, "Jesus."
Edhain says, "Very nice."
Azton says to you, "You missed the Lesser."
"And finally, swear to Me: You will give your life to Dendara for you are Tiarna an-Kiar."
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
Pfft!
Message #17059 Sent By: Oleis Received On: 1/03/2014/17:24
"If it makes you feel better, just checking your artifact list threatens to crash my mudlet."
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
This. Is. Totally. Illidan.
A dark substance pools around the destroyed body of a simulacrum.
She weighs about 460 pound(s).
The terrible form of the simulacrum is impossibly tall, nearly thirteen feet in height and shaped like a strongly-built athletic woman. Her glowing ebony skin holds a constant sheen of moisture upon it, barely clad in an ornamental covering of crimson silks and gold-plated armaments and bangles. Upon her head is a conically-shaped, massive headgear, framing her scowling face on three sides. She walks barefoot, and her four arms are each equipped with a wickedly-curved obsidian scimitar.
You have emoted: Emelle stares down at the corpse of a simulacrum of the Malevolent in silence, her eyes blazing as she scours its body.
"Looks like someone took Serrice and sent her to the Pit for training," Angwe comments, eyes wide as he stares down at the thing.
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
The Sect of Blades has awarded you 100 marks of valour for: Ass kicked by a Goddess
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."
Idly, you say, "I thought I might ask my father to do that."
Kiyotan makes a sound like a snort, glancing elsewhere.
Belatedly, Kiyotan's brow furrows, and he shoots a sharp look at you. "Wait."
You have emoted: "We have not gotten that much planned out yet," Arbre says, "just taking it a little bit at a time and -"
You tilt your head curiously at Kiyotan.
Kiyotan narrows his visible eye at you. "..Desian?"
You have emoted: Arbre raises her flat hand and gestures over her head, making a descending whistle.
Kiyotan continues to stare at you with that suspicious expression, awaiting a proper response.
You have emoted: Arbre sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "-Yes-, avelae, -Desian-," she says, "I thought it a wonderful idea to invite him. We would all get a free trip to the Pit afterward." She shakes her head at Kiyotan and says, "it was a -joke-."
Kiyotan's expression of suspicion bleeds away, replaced by a bland and blank stare. "It always sort of takes me by surprise," he says slowly, "to remember that you have a sense of humor."
You have emoted: Arbre's smile fades and she stares at Kiyotan dully. "Thank you, avelae," she drolls.
[00:17] Aldric: XD
[00:17] Aldric: Spring break is coming up
[00:17] Aldric: so I thought it'd be fun to RP!
[00:17] Arbre: We can still RP
[00:17] * Aldric is secretly bidding on you to make the cure
[00:17] * Aldric is secretly-not-so-secretly going to ask to rejoin shamalamans
[00:18] Aldric : ..I'm going to stop this joke awhile, because it's already believable
Date: 3/15/2013 at 10:08
From:
To : Everyone
Subj: Election #229233 Results
Ser Moirean Seirath has just replaced Shadow Commander, General Borscin Alavon, the Bloodletter as Guildmaster of Carnifex.
This notice was posted on the 25th of Haernos, in the year 385 MA.[/spoiler]
Well that didn't take long.
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."