Got a thousand words done in a day. It's not a lot, but it's a lot for me.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Hey, if anyone's gonna be mud wrestling @Eliron, please refer to my signature.
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 not nearly man enough. @Eliron is so manly just his mere presence grnderbends all in room with him. Alas the poor womenfolk!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Psh, Everiine was alive and being manly 50 years before Eliron was even born.
I was actually referring to the shipping comment, though :P .
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.
You may have been at it longer, but he still does it better ;3.
I figured thats what you meant XD.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Though now I can't remember who said the manly quote in the first place (it was an old, old Serenwilde player), nor who made the shipping comment.
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.
a painting of gladiatorial combat in the mud. A still capture of fierce competition, the quality with which the artist has captured this scene would cause one to believe those depicted therein would jump to life and continue their brawl at any moment. A large pit of mud, thick with the cloying fog of the Taint, has been disturbed from its stagnant rest by the intrusion of two men, each stripped down to naught but a loincloth on one and a pair of short trousers on the other. Submerged well to their stomachs, it is only the fact that each man is attempting to grapple the other into submission that you can see they are wearing anything at all! Covered from head to toe, it seems it would be quite difficult for one to tell them apart but by the amount of musculature on their body, and the fact that one of the figures has glowing red eyes reminiscent of rubies. The latter is, currently, the one who seems to be in the most disadvantageous position, his arms pinned at his side by the embrace of the over-muscled male apart him, whose short trousers are in danger of falling from his waist and exposing even more of his flesh to the clinging substance they fight in. Drawing your eye with the fiery palette used to paint her flowing locks of hair, a viscanti woman lounges on a throne nearby languidly, a maiden near her shielding her from the sun's harsh glow with a silken lace parasol. A crowd of people, it seems, have gathered to watch this event and are cheering madly, some posed mid-jump and some pumping their fists towards the fighters, though the majority are glued to the throned woman's hand, which is languidly held out with her thumb facing the mud below.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Gonna have to fan myelf if I'm going to read that again, whew!
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.
Hold that thought, getting a price quote for making this a thing for the next Bloodfaire.
We should have it every Ascension!
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
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.
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
Thwarted.
The apple is cold, crisp, and sour as the juices fill your mouth. As you consume the fruit, you glimpse, for a moment, a massive, shadowy figure, Her snow-white hair framing a perfect, icy-eyed visage. Beneath you, a vast, perfect web of silken strands lies - and, for a moment, you realize that you too are part of it, weaver and strand both - and home.
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
Thwarted.
No we aren't we just find a way to bring @ Everiine and make it a massive free for all mud wrestle!
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
Thwarted.
No we aren't we just find a way to bring @ Everiine and make it a massive free for all mud wrestle!
Serens can just pay a "bloodtax" or something?
FOR pposters who aren't steingrim:
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Ev hates getting his wings wet, what makes you think he'd wrestle in icky, sticky, filthy, dirty, sweaty, slippery mud?
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.
He clearly has never seen what the Glomazons look like it :P Or perhaps he thinks his masculinity may be enough to convince some Gloms to move (wouldn't count on it)
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
Not if I write a slash fic for Salome's contest.
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!"
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
Not if I write a slash fic for Salome's contest.
Truly, one of Glomdoring's greatest legends
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
Not if I write a slash fic for Salome's contest.
Truly, one of Glomdoring's greatest legends
People keep promising to write slash fics... but I have yet to read any. :P
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Ev hates getting his wings wet, what makes you think he'd wrestle in icky, sticky, filthy, dirty, sweaty, slippery mud?
The loincloths
Sold.
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.
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Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
I was actually referring to the shipping comment, though :P .
I figured thats what you meant XD.
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
a painting of gladiatorial combat in the mud.
A still capture of fierce competition, the quality with which the artist has captured this scene would cause one to believe those depicted therein would jump to life and continue their brawl at any moment. A large pit of mud, thick with the cloying fog of the Taint, has been disturbed from its stagnant rest by the intrusion of two men, each stripped down to naught but a loincloth on one and a pair of short trousers on the other. Submerged well to their stomachs, it is only the fact that each man is attempting to grapple the other into submission that you can see they are wearing anything at all! Covered from head to toe, it seems it would be quite difficult for one to tell them apart but by the amount of musculature on their body, and the fact that one of the figures has glowing red eyes reminiscent of rubies. The latter is, currently, the one who seems to be in the most disadvantageous position, his arms pinned at his side by the embrace of the over-muscled male apart him, whose short trousers are in danger of falling from his waist and exposing even more of his flesh to the clinging substance they fight in. Drawing your eye with the fiery palette used to paint her flowing locks of hair, a viscanti woman lounges on a throne nearby languidly, a maiden near her shielding her from the sun's harsh glow with a silken lace parasol. A crowd of people, it seems, have gathered to watch this event and are cheering madly, some posed mid-jump and some pumping their fists towards the fighters, though the majority are glued to the throned woman's hand, which is languidly held out with her thumb facing the mud below.
We should have it every Ascension!
cagemud wrestling match.The night shall be lit by the star-bright popping of a hundred thousand ovaries.
*sips tea*
And sorry, @Tarkenton. @Everiine does have dibs. He's a bit young for Eliron, but theirs is a star-crossed romance that doesn't actually involve interaction of any kind.
No we aren't we just find a way to bring @ Everiine and make it a massive free for all mud wrestle!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.