The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous hiccups and says, "Special people like @Munsia deserve something special on special days."
With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Laughing deeply, Ironbeard the Magnanimous proclaims, "Merry Solstice, Marcella!"
A frisky puppy cuddles up to you where the sun don't shine.
Poteen. Not even once.
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.
Sadly, Maheil, the Ritualist says, "And to remember those we lost to the witch's betrayal. We vow never to allow it to happen, may these lanter-." Maheil, the Ritualist exclaims, "It is her! Beware!" 13196h[124%] 4835m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk The sky parts to reveal a vortex from which Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner descends, darkness and madness swirling about her vengeful form. You see Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner shout, "I SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED! I AM THE ORACLE!" 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrdbk(+20m, 0.4%) Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner points the jagged tip of a dark crystalline athame at Zyphora's heart and stabs the air viciously. +Zyphora shrieks and topples over unconscious. A force field around Zyphora flares, absorbing all damage. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora takes a drink from a glowing onyx vial. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora reads a scroll. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora recharges a Scroll of Healing from an energy cube. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora takes a drink from a silver-touched magnolia vial. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner points the jagged tip of a dark crystalline athame at Zyphora's heart and stabs the air viciously. +Zyphora shrieks and topples over unconscious. A force field around Zyphora flares, absorbing all damage. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora takes a drink from a glowing onyx vial. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Maladaari points his staff at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, and the burning ball at its tip flares and shoots a stream of liquid fire that blasts Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, scorching her flesh. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk You gag a bit as Vhula's stink wafts over you. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Vhula slices through Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner in a graceful arc with a feral wolf fang shofa. Vhula slices through Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner in a graceful arc with a feral wolf fang shofa. Vhula leaps into the air and kicks out at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, but falls short and misses. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Selenity weaves her hands in an impossibly complex pattern as light warps around her in an unerring replica of herself, which floats eerily around her. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora's aura of weapons rebounding disappears. A fiery ruby thunderbird slashes Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner viciously. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Marcella swings a menacing double-edged klangaxe at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner. Marcella cuts her with a light wound. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Zyphora points her staff at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, and electricity crackles across its length before it discharges a bolt of blue lightning that slams into Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner in an explosion of cobalt sparks. 13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk A noisy clockwork yoyo catches Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner with its spin and draws it up into Raeri's hands. 13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrdbk(-18m, 0.4%) Zyphora takes a drink from a glowing onyx vial. 13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Inane, mad cackling erupts from the aether as Svana's voice booms across the land, "Shut up." 13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk Inferno Maladaari exclaims, "Attack!" A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately. A feral aslaran roars a fierce challenge. A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately. A feral aslaran mumbles incoherently, eyes glinting with madness. A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately. A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately. A feral aslaran rubs her paws against her face desperately. A feral aslaran roars a fierce challenge. 13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbkdest Nothing can be seen here by that name. 13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
You give a tattered coat of Half-Formed leather to Darvellan, the Navigator.
You nod your head at Darvellan.
The light of Holy Celestia surrounds you as the blessed Supernals judge the unworthy.
He is a radiant immortal and is surrounded by a cloud of ethereal stars, each seemingly set in an orbit about Him. Drawn back into a shoulder-length ponytail from its widow's peak source, silky hair as dark as ebony offsets slightly the tanned, worn complexion of His face. With only the faintest hint of cragginess, His otherwise handsome face is somewhat marred by the jagged, white scar running across His right eye, starting from the temple and working its way to the base of His nose. Immediately surrounding the searing scar, grey flesh creeps around both the scar and the unseeing eye, creating a ghastly effect. While lithe and slender, toned muscles also grace His frame, seemingly dancing beneath His swarthy skin with each movement made. He is wearing a pair of nearly knee-high, faded leather boots, a starlit pearl pin, a pair of cuffed breeches, a faded, satin poet shirt and a cloud of stars suspended in starlight.
The favour of Darvellan has worn off. Darvellan, the Navigator lifts His favour from you.
The song of an angelic choir fills the air with a blazing white light.
Darvellan, the Navigator has bestowed His divine truefavour upon you. It will last for 7 months.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
The light of Holy Celestia surrounds you as the blessed Supernals judge the unworthy.
You say, "Thank you!"
The song of an angelic choir fills the air with a blazing white light.
Darvellan, the Navigator says, "Fight well, and be well, shard."
The light of Holy Celestia surrounds you as the blessed Supernals judge the unworthy.
Darvellan slips into a tattered coat of Half-Formed leather.
With barely a twinkle, a mist of stars implodes around Darvellan, removing Him from sight.
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.
You nudge a plush doll of a wakabi postman suggestively. A plush doll of a wakabi postman snaps to attention, barreling into you with a harried flap of its useless wings.
Eyeing Subotai suspiciously, a plush doll of a wakabi postman exclaims, "Anyone who licks an envelope is into mail bondage!"
...what
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 new Mornhai area is bloody awesome. Except for this one room:
Beside the blue-walled well. Desc to be added. A charming blue-walled well offers shadow under its tiled roof. A white, sleek pony with feathered wings stands here quietly. You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous hiccups and says, "Special people like @Munsia deserve something special on special days."
With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Laughing deeply, Ironbeard the Magnanimous proclaims, "Merry Solstice, Marcella!"
What the fuck are those odds?
With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch. The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives. Bowing deeply, and a bit unstably, Ironbeard the Magnanimous pronounces his blessing, "A gift for Ssaliss. Oh yes!" Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a glistening silver present!
11:20:15 (Gaudiguch): Xaldrin says, "Anyone have a shortcut into Muud's butt?" 11:20:24 (Gaudiguch): You say, "Buy him flowers and whiskey. " 11:20:31 (Gaudiguch): Xaldrin says, "Forgot you were around. " 11:20:39 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "He does that." 11:21:28 (Gaudiguch): You say, "You forgot Subby's Law: Anything that can be made into a dirty joke, -will- be made into a dirty joke." 11:21:39 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "Like Muud." 11:22:29 (Gaudiguch): Svana says, "Someone said 'subby'" 11:22:40 (Gaudiguch): Svana says, "Is that a new manservant I hear?" 11:22:42 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "Sorry, not I." 11:22:51 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "Why I don't get along with many, after all." 11:23:20 (Gaudiguch): You say, "I'd make a horrible manservant. All I'd do is bring you booze and donuts, and leer at you when you aren't looking at me." 11:23:36 (Gaudiguch): Svana says, "...this works for me."
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.
You quickly unwrap a glistening silver present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a Mask of Esteemed Beauty from within. You've unwrapped an ULTIMATE present! (Your Gift Counter has been reset.)
You quickly unwrap a glistening silver present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a Mask of Esteemed Beauty from within. You've unwrapped an ULTIMATE present! (Your Gift Counter has been reset.)
My seventh present.
????
Just because the chance to open an ultimate present is under 1% doesn't mean that it can't happen. It is not 0.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
You quickly unwrap a glistening silver present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a Mask of Esteemed Beauty from within. You've unwrapped an ULTIMATE present! (Your Gift Counter has been reset.)
My seventh present.
????
Just because the chance to open an ultimate present is under 1% doesn't mean that it can't happen. It is not 0.
unwrap 189132
You quickly unwrap a glistening silver present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull Prayer Beads of the Gods from within.
You've unwrapped a STANDARD present! Type PRESENTS to see your Gift Counter.
01:15:55.39|100%h|100%m|96%e|10p|100%en|100%w mBxk-
With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch.
01:15:58.67|100%h|100%m|92%e|10p|100%en|99%w mBxk-
artefact list
01:16:03.22|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|100%en|99%w mBxk-
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Number Name Location
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33131 Prayer Beads of Drocilla being held by Tremula
96387 a plush doll of Gwyllgi, the Dog of Da being held by Tremula
34644 a plush doll of Glumki Thorneye, King being held by Tremula
183774 Prayer Beads of the Gods being held by Tremula
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01:16:03.34|100%h|98%m|100%e|10p|100%en|99%w mBxk-
You quickly unwrap a glistening silver present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a Mask of Esteemed Beauty from within. You've unwrapped an ULTIMATE present! (Your Gift Counter has been reset.)
For a terrible moment, your mind touches Fain's and, in that scintilla of transcendence, a torrent of thoughts and voices, memories and screams drowns your awareness. The contact breaks and you wipe your bleeding eyes, smiling exultantly at your growing power.
Your skill in Veneration has risen to Transcendent.
No need for name calling! Surely you all can humor Me with your quotes of pastries innumerable! Where is @Daraius with his cakes when you need them?
You wound me, sir.
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 know self-quoting is a deadly sin, but, I found this too amusing.
Context: Asking Lavinya to switch trades
Aois-Dana Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "Someone remind me when it's midnight so I don't forget."
Steel Warlord Silvanus d'Murani says, "The bell will remind you pretty shortly."
You nod your head emphatically.
Aois-Dana Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "You're presuming I pay attention to these things."
Lavinya waves her hand dismissively.
You say, "It is loud, I don't think you can miss it ma."
You say, "Er ma'am."
You cough softly.
Steel Warlord Silvanus d'Murani asks, "Ma?!?"
Steel Warlord Silvanus d'Murani says, "That's a big slip up."
Silvanus gives Lavinya the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.
Lavinya turns her attention towards you as her ears perk up in interest.
Aois-Dana Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says to Silvanus, "Don't look at me, it would be your fault."
Silvanus looks down.
You have emoted: Milune casually hides a grin behind her head.
You say, "Pardon, I forget to finish words at times."
Sadly, Maheil, the Ritualist says, "And to remember those we lost to the witch's betrayal. We vow
never to allow it to happen, may these lanter-."
Maheil, the Ritualist exclaims, "It is her! Beware!"
13196h[124%] 4835m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
The sky parts to reveal a vortex from which Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner descends, darkness
and madness swirling about her vengeful form.
You see Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner shout, "I SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED! I AM THE ORACLE!"
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrdbk(+20m, 0.4%)
Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner points the jagged tip of a dark crystalline athame at
Zyphora's heart and stabs the air viciously. +Zyphora shrieks and topples over unconscious.
A force field around Zyphora flares, absorbing all damage.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora takes a drink from a glowing onyx vial.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora reads a scroll.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora recharges a Scroll of Healing from an energy cube.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora takes a drink from a silver-touched magnolia vial.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner points the jagged tip of a dark crystalline athame at
Zyphora's heart and stabs the air viciously. +Zyphora shrieks and topples over unconscious.
A force field around Zyphora flares, absorbing all damage.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora takes a drink from a glowing onyx vial.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Maladaari points his staff at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, and the burning ball at its tip
flares and shoots a stream of liquid fire that blasts Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner,
scorching her flesh.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
You gag a bit as Vhula's stink wafts over you.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Vhula slices through Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner in a graceful arc with a feral wolf fang
shofa.
Vhula slices through Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner in a graceful arc with a feral wolf fang
shofa.
Vhula leaps into the air and kicks out at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, but falls short and
misses.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Selenity weaves her hands in an impossibly complex pattern as light warps around her in an unerring
replica of herself, which floats eerily around her.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
A fiery ruby thunderbird slashes Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner viciously.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Marcella swings a menacing double-edged klangaxe at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner. Marcella
cuts her with a light wound.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Zyphora points her staff at Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner, and electricity crackles across
its length before it discharges a bolt of blue lightning that slams into Cimtri, the Oracle of the
Earthburner in an explosion of cobalt sparks.
13196h[124%] 4855m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
A noisy clockwork yoyo catches Cimtri, the Oracle of the Earthburner with its spin and draws it up
into Raeri's hands.
13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 99%w exlrdbk(-18m, 0.4%)
Zyphora takes a drink from a glowing onyx vial.
13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Inane, mad cackling erupts from the aether as Svana's voice booms across the land, "Shut up."
13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
Inferno Maladaari exclaims, "Attack!"
A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately.
A feral aslaran roars a fierce challenge.
A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately.
A feral aslaran mumbles incoherently, eyes glinting with madness.
A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately.
A feral aslaran rubs his paws against his face desperately.
A feral aslaran rubs her paws against her face desperately.
A feral aslaran roars a fierce challenge.
13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbkdest
Nothing can be seen here by that name.
13196h[124%] 4837m[99%] 7472e[126%] <10p> 100%e 100%w exlrdbk
(clan): Raeri says, "Yoyo level: asian."
A plush doll of a wakabi postman snaps to attention, barreling into you with a harried flap of its
useless wings.
Eyeing Subotai suspiciously, a plush doll of a wakabi postman exclaims, "Anyone who licks an
envelope is into mail bondage!"
...what
Beside the blue-walled well.
Desc to be added. A charming blue-walled well offers shadow under its tiled roof. A white, sleek
pony with feathered wings stands here quietly.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Bowing deeply, and a bit unstably, Ironbeard the Magnanimous pronounces his blessing, "A gift for Ssaliss. Oh yes!"
Ironbeard the Magnanimous just gave you a glistening silver present!
Apparently pretty high.
11:20:15 (Gaudiguch): Xaldrin says, "Anyone have a shortcut
into Muud's butt?"
11:20:24 (Gaudiguch): You say, "Buy him flowers and whiskey.
"
11:20:31 (Gaudiguch): Xaldrin says, "Forgot you were around.
"
11:20:39 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "He does that."
11:21:28 (Gaudiguch): You say, "You forgot Subby's Law:
Anything that can be made into a dirty joke, -will- be made
into a dirty joke."
11:21:39 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "Like Muud."
11:22:29 (Gaudiguch): Svana says, "Someone said 'subby'"
11:22:40 (Gaudiguch): Svana says, "Is that a new manservant
I hear?"
11:22:42 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "Sorry, not I."
11:22:51 (Gaudiguch): Ashed says, "Why I don't get along
with many, after all."
11:23:20 (Gaudiguch): You say, "I'd make a horrible
manservant. All I'd do is bring you booze and donuts, and
leer at you when you aren't looking at me."
11:23:36 (Gaudiguch): Svana says, "...this works for me."
You quickly unwrap a glistening silver present, which sprays glittering silver dust and cheerful
confetti into the air, and excitedly pull a Mask of Esteemed Beauty from within.
You've unwrapped an ULTIMATE present! (Your Gift Counter has been reset.)
My seventh present.
????
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
It still feels like it should be a 0.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Signature!
A fish in a dish scooches out to the south.
Zyphora: "A crayfish."
Ladies and gentlemen, her corruption is complete.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
New year, let's all try and be adults.
Signature!
Well, quotes was nice while it lasted.
It's going to be barred now![:\](https://localforums.lusternia.com/resources/emoji/confused.png ":\")
Signature!