I feel exactly the same about this. Oh god why am I doing this to myself.
A new dawn arises as you begin your duties as the Great Chieftain of the Seren. In a glorious blaze, the Living Rod of Hart and Moon appears above your head and descends into your hands.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 99.
You have reached the illustrious level of Titan.
Woooooo-oh.
Wait.
This isn't a rave. OH GOD WHY AM I DOING THIS AGAIN. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I FORGOT HOW HORRIBLE THIS WAS.
True Fact: When I started playing Vivet more, my original intent was to focus on doing things other than bashing and grinding up essence. Hopefully just focus on writing.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have advanced to level 99.
You have reached the illustrious level of Titan.
Woooooo-oh.
Wait.
This isn't a rave. OH GOD WHY AM I DOING THIS AGAIN. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I FORGOT HOW HORRIBLE THIS WAS.
If someone wasn't a pacifist, I'd suggest coming on Kelly's bashing trips.
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.
Raves for Hallifax and the couple of Serens who came in support for a really fun Domoth fight. You guys have really stepped up the last couple of months, there's so many little things that are different in fights and they all add up.
The divine voice
of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations,
Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment: "THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora. A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all! Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
A new dawn arises as you begin your duties as Archmage of the Pyromancers. In a glorious blaze, the Medallion of the High Flame appears above your head and descends into your hands.
I feel like an over excited puppy. I'm not gonna lie, I screeched really loudly when it happened. So, woo! Work time~
Mysrai, the Beckoner Beyond the Maze intones, "Continue to manifest the paradigm of working, My Alary."
The Divine voice of Camus the Cinderfly echoes in your head, "Thank you, once-body. I am happy that I fell into that eye."
Had a wonderful if brief conversation with Pejat about his goat.
Goats are cute. From their alien rectangular pupils which give them near 360 degree vision; to their desire to chomp down on any loose piece of clothing you have from belt ends to sleeves to zippers.
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!"
Now to put you to work and scrub all that savage smellyness off of you.
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
We happen to LIKE that smell. It keeps good-for-nothing cityfolk away. It's like a natural repellant!
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.
@Isune because well... she knows why, but damn... that was some of the most awesome RP I've had lately... despite the fact that it wasn't incredibly long or detailed on my part.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Now to put you to work and scrub all that savage smellyness off of you.
We of the forest wash. frequently...um. the Elder folks in the forest simply prefer their own bodyscent. For the purposes of territory marking and tracking of prey and the like.
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A new dawn arises as you begin your duties as the Great Chieftain of the Seren. In a glorious blaze, the Living Rod of Hart and Moon appears above your head and descends into your hands.
Silly, silly me.
=((
Vive l'apostrophe!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
DEAR GOD WHAT
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Now, just 5 more to go...
Goats are cute. From their alien rectangular pupils which give them near 360 degree vision; to their desire to chomp down on any loose piece of clothing you have from belt ends to sleeves to zippers.
Here are some happy goats
http://i.imgur.com/ghlvoCb.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/HcyaFWH.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/yqU40PH.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/CTiCsQj.jpg
Goats!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
:-O Savage?! I have never smelled like a savage. I think you're thinking of those from Glomdoring. They have a definite odor about them.