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The sad part is I was supposed to visit my mom this weekend since Dad last weekend...and now don't know what to do with myself.
This is what happens when I hit a block of old code that I still need to mine for data:
--! ABANDON ALL HOPE, YE WHO DELVE BENEATH THIS LINE
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
"tray120601" a sword-engraved, standard issue tray.
You are wearing:
A lively mess hall. (Enorian.) (29426)
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. A refectory table of polished wood is here, a long shield-edged bench and a long sword-capped bench have been placed at it. There are 2 Ascendril mages here. A line of Templars stands here, waiting for food.
You see a single exit leading south.
You join the mess hall line.
Advancing to the head of the line, an athletic female Orc Page passes a sword-engraved, standard issue tray to the kitchen staff, receiving food and taking a seat in the mess hall.
Advancing to the head of the line, an elderly male Human Soldier passes a sword-engraved, standard issue tray to the kitchen staff, receiving food and taking a seat in the mess hall.
Urial enters from the south, riding a powerful russet charger clad in battle-ready barding.
Urial joins the mess hall line.
Urial hums a happy tune.
The kitchen staff accept your tray, receiving a helping of food before being sent on your way.
This meal is aligned in three rows, providing ease of opportunity to eat in whichever order is preferred. The central column is a series of finger-thick discs of seasoned pork loin, the meat juicy and warm. Bordering the meat is a row of halved, golden-brown roasted potatoes on one side and a row of grill-marked peach.
It has 6 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 10 ounce(s).
You aren't wielding anything in either hand.
You are holding:
"meal107923" potato, pork loin and grilled peach.
You are wearing:
You are holding 1 items.
The kitchen staff accept Urial's tray, loading it with a helping of food before passing it back and beckoning up the next person in line.
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
Trager tries to leave, but you block him from moving that way.
You use Savagery Stalwart on Trager.
With a cruel sneer, you shove Trager to the ground as he tries to move past you.
You have slain Trager.
(Research): Toz says, "Oh man, you got one of those."
(Research): Toz says, "Trager's cowardly attempt to flee from Moirean has been fatally denied."
THANK YOU TRAGER FOR HELPING CELEBRATE THE CARNIFEX REVAMP
(also thank you @Oleis and @Razmael and @Valdus and all the people who helped test it and the people who ran the fun event to release it)
thelife
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
On top of that. Dodgeball started up again, and we WON. Slaughtered the other team! It was a great feeling. Especially knowing that it'sour third season in, and the third game we've ever won.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
EDIT: Hmm. That sounds mean - I just cannot out-do my A-game with yester-class in a single day, I'll need time!
Also, @Razmael and @Oleis were really nice and let me help with the testing and some of the skill/deathsight messages and so there's something kinda magic about seeing all this live in the game.
Thank you, admin, this revamp is great.
Alas.
Takes his diaper off and decides to run laps around the apartment?
Shameless, I do nothing to correct the situation.
You go, son. Someday, they'll call you a pervert for this.
...
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
They just call me a pervert for it.
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