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Makes me want to roll up a Sentinel right now so I can be manly enough to shave with a broken beer bottle.
Drinking is strictly prohibited ( in the city limits).
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.
If the Sentinel Company wanted him to have a broken beer bottle, they would issue him one.
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.
A preview from the autobiography I'm writing. Enjoy!
C H A P T E R T W O : I N T R I G U E
m e m o i r s o f a s e n s a t e
In the lower wards of the Commonwealth, I stayed in what I would call a crooked house. It had seen extensive damage before the refounding, but remained largely ignored. In this crooked house, I lived something of a crooked life. The house was unremarkable by all means, with a ruby door that stood out from all the others in our ward. That building always looked like it had too much to drink; it was on such a severe slant that it would have toppled over if the city hadn't demolished it.
Still, I had learned not to get too attached to places or people-- every day was a new gallery of faces. My handler at the time was a young Sentinel, who would escort me to and from the Professor's laboratory in the upper wards. One afternoon we were taking our usual route, when a group of comptrollers stopped us. They spoke in unison, "Halt, citizen." The order was more of a command than it was a request. My charge gave me a look as if to say that I shouldn't dare to disagree. Either way, my presence was barely noted. They had blocked off a large section of the Artists Ward to divert traffic; that afternoon was a screening of Ballet of Winds, regarded by all castes as a modern touchstone.
Crowds of upper caste members were gliding through the conservatory; swaying silks of chartreuse, vermillion, and lavender accompanied festooned hats dripping in pearls. These always seemed impractical, if not ridiculous to me-- almost like the floppy ears of a rabbit. I watched the passersby usher into the Opera House one by one, but my gaze fell on a familiar face. I had seen Dr. Clyde before, he was one of the colleagues the Professor collaborated with on various projects. He was attending the ballet with his date, a buxom woman dressed in scarlet samite. As a few merchants debated firmly with the comptroller, my eyes were on Dr. Clyde. He seemed to be the wisest and most charming man in the realm. I believed he understood things I never would; that he had an elegance I would never have, and his fawn tuxedo was finer than anything I would ever have occasion to wear. I stood before him a speck of tangled hair and sterile linens, drenched in sweat.
"Let them pass," said Dr. Clyde. He approached us, lady in tow, as he flashed a smile that made my heart jump a beat. The comptrollers didn't need to be asked twice; they seemed to know better, mincing off to scrutinize another corner of the ward.
He tipped his tophat with aplomb, "Nathuel. I had no idea the Sentinels duties extended to sitting?" Knowing Nathuel, he could have replied with something equally smart. It was in his best interest that he chose to defer in salute; not only because Dr. Clyde was his senior, but the details of his service were highly confidential. Despite my best efforts, I found myself skirting behind one of my mentor's legs. The Doctor's attentive smile fell on me, "And you must be the one Professor has told me all about. You know, your father is a great man." That was inaccurate for a few reasons. Very rarely did he discuss me or his private projects, even among his own caste. Secondly, the Professor was raised in a higher echelon of society; as far as my place on the pecking order, I was a common orphan.
"I don't think anyone would want to be my father," I said.
"Oh? You're a sharp boy, are you not? Saying the Primus' head looks like a melon."
"But it does look like a melon."
That was also untrue. It looked like a squash.
He cracked another winning smile, "It wouldn't be clever if it wasn't slightly true. Best not let him hear you say that, even lucidians have feelings." His escort preened for his attention as the last of their peers filed into the conservatory. "We'd best be on our way then. Fair weather."
After that day, I began fantasizing that Dr. Clyde would adopt me. A few weeks later, when my dreams of having real parents began to crystallize, I passed the Professor's office to find Dr. Clyde sitting across from his desk. When the Professor held meetings, his office was awfully tidy, a definite sign that he was due for company. I knew they were discussing something serious, because they had not noticed me. All the muscles in my body froze, and I stilled my breath to listen.
"That isn't a respectful thing to say about the Primus," the Professor said. "But I suppose it's true."
Dr. Clyde laughed, then what was said next sent shivers down my spine.
"So Professor, what do you think of my proposal? If we start training now, they could be planted before maturity." The Professor took a long pause to gather his thoughts. "I don't know," he said. "We're having issues with stability and expiration. Besides, it's hard to imagine them adjusting."
"I understand. Once you've resolved the logistics, leave the rest to me. They'll be better off."
My thoughts were in fragments that seemed impossible to piece together. Expiration sounded so final. Perhaps that was the fate of the others that came before me. It is true that I wanted Dr. Clyde to adopt me, but on the other hand his words stirred feelings of dread. It brought me great anxiety to consider that I would no longer be living in my crooked house with the ruby door.
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
If it makes you feel any better @Daraius, I was invited, but still almost missed it because somebody ( @Turnus ) told all of his guests the wrong day.
Only one guest was told the wrong time, I forgot to message them after it was changed. Whoops! Another just totally forgot what timezone he was in, not my fault there.
If it makes you feel any better @Daraius, I was invited, but still almost missed it because somebody ( @Turnus ) told all of his guests the wrong day.
Only one guest was told the wrong time, I forgot to message them after it was changed. Whoops! Another just totally forgot what timezone he was in, not my fault there.
I'm just giving you a bad time @Turnus. It wasn't that big of a deal. :P
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!"
A rave for @Everiine, who is one of my favorite Serens ever.
Another rave for @Arien. I don't know who you are, but I hope you stick around Seren.
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.
So many plays. Woo! And possibly squee! I'm so excited for all of them.
So many Shevats! I love seeing the family so bustling and active again.
So many Astral hunts. The collaboration and essence/xp gained have been awesome. @Talan's admonishments to not die always crack me up too, for some reason.
Raves to @Ciaran for a sombering, yet entertaining rp event. And for everyone that came! @Elanorwen@Vivet@Emilia and even @Talan for a short time, before her grief overcame her and she had to leave.
So many plays. Woo! And possibly squee! I'm so excited for all of them.
So many Shevats! I love seeing the family so bustling and active again.
So many Astral hunts. The collaboration and essence/xp gained have been awesome. @Talan's admonishments to not die always crack me up too, for some reason.
This about sums things up for me. Go go Shevat renaissance.
I've since learned about obliviousness, too. ">
Raves to @Tajalli and @Felyx for bearing with me through my first ritual (it was already scripted but I am still quite bad at copy&paste) and the awesome RP afterwards.
Rave for @Hiriako for being such a great teacher. Probably the most excited I've ever been about homework.
You have received a new honour! Congratulations! On this day, you have shown your willingness to ensure a bug-free Lusternia for everyone to enjoy. The face of Iosai the Anomaly unfolds before you, and within you grows the knowledge that you have earned the elusive and rare honour of membership in Her Order. Curio Exchange - A website to help with the trading of curio pieces in Lusternia.
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Service Guarantees Comradeship!
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Makes me want to roll up a Sentinel right now so I can be manly enough to shave with a broken beer bottle.
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.
"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
Only one guest was told the wrong time, I forgot to message them after it was changed. Whoops! Another just totally forgot what timezone he was in, not my fault there.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Another rave for @Arien. I don't know who you are, but I hope you stick around Seren.
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!
You have received a new honour! Congratulations! On this day, you have shown your willingness to ensure a bug-free Lusternia for everyone to enjoy. The face of Iosai the Anomaly unfolds before you, and within you grows the knowledge that you have earned the elusive and rare honour of membership in Her Order.
Curio Exchange - A website to help with the trading of curio pieces in Lusternia.