A few more of my alts:
Day-vose
Ny-deck-ion
foreign
Care-vaus
Aye-yo-sigh
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!"
I don't get this joke, and I don't think I would like it if I did.
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.
The drone, the whistle, the thundrous sound; It seared their eyes, it shook the ground. One hundred thousand voices lift, While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas, The tiny sun is rising fast. Your star... Is on the rise.
It's Koo-root, darn it! Not kuh-ruht, not kuh-rewt. It's like the sound a frog makes, except not.
I occasionally like to pretend that I'm replanting all of these herbs to attract bees, and might one day form an alliance with the bees and take over the Basin. Then we could have a wonderful tea party with plenty of honey and the best tea blends.
And have it roll off the tongue in a very flow-y manner. Otherwise, it sounds like a pirate with a hangover.
Her storm-coloured eyes a muted blue, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Only sorrow can come from a rotting thought, My child, just like roots that have been drowned. You are a paragon of the wisdom I would see spread throughout the Serenwilde, but even the strongest minds must find release." - A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later. - I write things
This is a horrible clip to use, but it's right at the end.
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.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
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.
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.
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I don't get this joke, and I don't think I would like it if I did.
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I've thought it was miss err ee sometimes but I am stupid so yeah
It seared their eyes, it shook the ground.
One hundred thousand voices lift,
While ashes like dirty snowfall drift.
The clouds of purple glowing gas,
The tiny sun is rising fast.
Your star...
Is on the rise.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Rheatsis : 'Reet-sis'
Alternatively, 'Wheat Thins'.
And have it roll off the tongue in a very flow-y manner. Otherwise, it sounds like a pirate with a hangover.
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A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
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I write things
Treh-mue-luh
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Treh-muh-luh
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
The necro is strong in this one
Night without the T and then a big old Meh
It's true, I really am you.