EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Because I have no money, I just threw on last year's costume, and that was only because Chipotle was giving people in costumes burritos for $3.
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.
So the last full weekend of November, our town hosts a Dickensian Festival each year, and this is my third year participating. Each year I have added something new to the costume, this year was a new top hat.
So for the sake of people not thinking I look like Beaker all year round, enjoy:
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 soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
I'm so jealous of the fact that you have a partial. :<
heheh, I made it, took quite a while and a good bit of money. Gonna do another one eventually, I hate how the mouth opens on this one. I've unhinged it and everything and could not fix it. its the lower jaw in general that is screwy.
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
Welp, because we're apparently all just falling out of the woodwork at this point.
This sums up my weekend before Black Friday, in fact sums up the only reason I likely survived it [the 50th Doctor Who special helped]. I am on the left mind. The Coon is my good buddy and bad movie watching compatriot Ghimno.
We were having a staring contest. I won.
.oO---~---Oo.
"Perfect. Please move quickly to the next post, as the effects of
prolonged exposure to the signature are not part of this test."
NARF!
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
How... how did you win a staring contest against eyes that don't blink?
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.
This sums up my weekend before Black Friday, in fact sums up the only reason I likely survived it [the 50th Doctor Who special helped]. I am on the left mind. The Coon is my good buddy and bad movie watching compatriot Ghimno.
We were having a staring contest. I won.
hehe, some day I will make it up there for that con too, I drove past it once on my way to Missouri, last year for thanksgiving actually I believe it was. (if that is the convention I am thinking it is!)
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
This sums up my weekend before Black Friday, in fact sums up the only reason I likely survived it [the 50th Doctor Who special helped]. I am on the left mind. The Coon is my good buddy and bad movie watching compatriot Ghimno.
We were having a staring contest. I won.
hehe, some day I will make it up there for that con too, I drove past it once on my way to Missouri, last year for thanksgiving actually I believe it was. (if that is the convention I am thinking it is!)
It was MFF in Rosemont, IL. My home con, being as I am of the Windy City
.oO---~---Oo.
"Perfect. Please move quickly to the next post, as the effects of
prolonged exposure to the signature are not part of this test."
It was MFF in Rosemont, IL. My home con, being as I am of the Windy City
thought so!
The soft, hollow voice of Nocht, the Silent resounds within your mind as His words echo through the aether, "Congratulations, Arimisia. Your mastery of vermin cannot be disputed."
So pictures from NYE got sorted, and I figured I'd be vain (I'm the one on the right):
Please note: I deliberately play a very flawed character. Just because he says or does something, does not mean I agree with it. He's a bit of a <censored> really
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"A man's not dead while his name is still spoken." - Terry Pratchett 1948-2015
So for the sake of people not thinking I look like Beaker all year round, enjoy:
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!
Didn't happen.
NARF!
NARF!
NARF!
I shall assign you to be meh personal secretary, Mael, so you can remind me of Cons to go to.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
NARF!
The Boss decided she wanted me in a Penguin onesie we had in the shop to sell tickets on the door.
The good news is it doesn't fit...
The bad news is the backup Reindeer one does.
So this, is how I look to the customers:
... and this is how I feel inside:
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!
A few days ago, the brown belt was retired.
NARF!
Today, Glomdoring and Hallifax brokered an alliance over freshly baked pastries.
(Actually, @Zyphora and I watched Frozen and ate cinnamon buns.)