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.
Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem says to you, "Guess how many corpses I have on me."
You say, "1000 slivven."
You say, "Actually."
You say, "500."
Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem says, "673."
Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem says, "So you were closest without going over."
You say, "Appraise, cheated."
You say, "That's only 50000 gold."
Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem says, "Always good to refresh your purse."
You say, "Bet 25000 gold on 13."
You say, "Going to go win one million."
You say, "I think 925k if you want to be exact."
"Be right back!" you cry.
Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem says, "The odds of that bet happening are astronomical."
<me walking to prove a point>
You tell Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem, "36 to 1."
You tell Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem, "Or 38."
You bet 25000 sovereigns on 13, eliciting a wry grin and a wink from Suklub, a roulette spinner.
Suklub, a roulette spinner says, "No more bets!" and gives the wheel a good spin. The ball begins to smoothly spin around the wheel.
The ball starts to bounce around wildly on the wheel, giving you no idea where it will stop.
The ball finally settles down on 13 (black).
Suklub, a roulette spinner exclaims to you, "We have a winner! You've won 875000 gold!" The stakes for your winning bets are returned to you, along with your winnings.
You tell Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem, "And voila."
You tell Ambassador Tremula, the Nightingale Requiem, "No joke."
Black, roiling fog hangs thick upon the air, originating from a shield shrine of Shikari nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There is a light drizzle of rain. The partially burrowed form of a scrumhog is here. A small, mottled pig snuffles about here, looking for food.
You see exits leading southeast and south.
A small, mottled pig yelps in pain as a sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice bashes him.
With its snout low to the ground, a small, mottled pig runs off to the south, looking for food.
-Sao goes south-
Bondero Bay.
There is a light drizzle of rain.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
(Inner Sao: Wut? Where da piggy? O.o)
-squint east-
Bondero Bay.
There is a light drizzle of rain. A small, mottled pig snuffles about here, looking for food.
You can see no further.
(So I chased this pig all over Bondero Bay and lost it, @Raeri found it on Nyalia....on NYALIA O.o
Looks like a certain merian mariner's going to get fired....we won't need his boat anymore!)
Black, roiling fog hangs thick upon the air, originating from a shield shrine of Shikari nearby. The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. There is a light drizzle of rain. The partially burrowed form of a scrumhog is here. A small, mottled pig snuffles about here, looking for food.
You see exits leading southeast and south.
A small, mottled pig yelps in pain as a sleek snow phoenix with wings of sapphire ice bashes him.
With its snout low to the ground, a small, mottled pig runs off to the south, looking for food.
-Sao goes south-
Bondero Bay.
There is a light drizzle of rain.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.
(Inner Sao: Wut? Where da piggy? O.o)
-squint east-
Bondero Bay.
There is a light drizzle of rain. A small, mottled pig snuffles about here, looking for food.
You can see no further.
(So I chased this pig all over Bondero Bay and lost it, @Raeri found it on Nyalia....on NYALIA O.o
Looks like a certain merian mariner's going to get fired....we won't need his boat anymore!)
This was the better part...
[3/14/15, 12:05:15 PM] Sao: oh my god [3/14/15, 12:05:17 PM] Sao: this pig [3/14/15, 12:05:23 PM] Sao: i'm chasing it all over BONDERO BAY [3/14/15, 12:06:00 PM] Sao: I LOST IT [3/14/15, 12:06:09 PM] Sao: oh my god [3/14/15, 12:06:11 PM] Sao: i dunno where it is [3/14/15, 12:06:16 PM] Sao: nyalia?! [3/14/15, 12:06:17 PM] Sao: BALACH!? [3/14/15, 12:06:20 PM] Sao: SEA OF DESPAIR?! [3/14/15, 12:06:22 PM] Sao: THIS FREAKING PIG [3/14/15, 12:06:30 PM] Sao: THAT RUNS ON WATER [3/14/15, 12:07:12 PM] Sao: oh my god i can't find it
I know quoting ones self bug.. trying to poke fun at Munsia a bit and it backfires at me because I can't spell ;.;
(D'Cente Empire): You say, "Munsia's assendent name is Munzilla -sagenod-."
(D'Cente Empire): Munsia (from the Aetherways) says, "Ass-endent."
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."
You pet a majestic golden-brown platypus ingratiatingly. A majestic golden-brown platypus emits a gurgling purr, his large, dark eyes closing momentarily with happiness as you pet his head.
(Magnagora): Shango says, "Why the Nil do I have a baby?"
Deb Roundmuffin says, "Oh, I'm supposed to take this pill to Mrs. Trundle but I haven't the time. Would you take this to her for me please?" Deb Roundmuffin hands Enadonella a pink pill.
(Magnagora): Delphas says, "Poor planning."
(Magnagora): Dinae says, "When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, the daddy gives the mommy two hundred sovereigns."
Prelude Sabeloth asks you, "Moste violent Lady, is this true?"
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
You say, "Oh really?"
You say, "Whatever gave you that idea?"
You stare implacably at Sabeloth.
Sabeloth points accusingly at Rendal.
Lothringen begins an elaborate, ritualized dance around Arimisia, replete with wild gesticulations and a face screwed up in concentration.
You blink incredulously at Lothringen.
Aide-de-Camp, Tactician Rendal d'Murani, the Kestrel Noir says, "I think she's referring to the most violent lady part."
You say, "I.. don't even know what to say to that.."
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."
The Hall of the End of Thought. Whispers in a thousand dissonant voices, each starkly dissimilar, carry hauntingly on the air from a healing shrine of Morgfyre nearby. The utter silence of the cathedral is striking from the interior, the very air so still that with each movement it seems to try to palpably still itself again. The vastness of the space does nothing to help alleviate the silent pall, as the ceiling of the cathedral reaches impossibly high above, the dim illumination from hanging torches swallowed hungrily into the waiting darkness so that one can't be sure of the true size of the interior. The tiled floor is a mosaic of Tainted earth and rock, images of awe-inspiring formations of immense scale. Inlaid in onyx, and woven through the mosaic is the geometric sphere of Malkuth. Two grey stone statues flank the entrance to the cathedral, kneeling to reverently place a palm on the earth, their faces cloaked in the shadowy folds of their hooded marble robes. You see exits leading north, northeast, south, and northwest.
I have no idea why I had to pull this out of cltells. This should've been posted when he said it.
(A clan. You know the one.): Zitto said: "Zitto and Portius basically just stand in the Hidden Library shouting the Trill equivalent to 'Crow! Mighty Crow!' every time somebody else gives us a book to publish."
EDIT: Apparently I deleted Zitto's name when I put this up. Mea culpa.
Any sufficiently advanced pun is indistinguishable from comedy.
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Cyndarinused Flamethrower! It was super effective.
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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In Soviet Magnagora, Necromentate spikes you!
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If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
This was the better part...
(D'Cente Empire): You say, "Munsia's assendent name is Munzilla -sagenod-."
(D'Cente Empire): Munsia (from the Aetherways) says, "Ass-endent."
A majestic golden-brown platypus emits a gurgling purr, his large, dark eyes closing momentarily with happiness as you pet his head.
Deb Roundmuffin says, "Oh, I'm supposed to take this pill to Mrs. Trundle but I haven't the time.
Would you take this to her for me please?"
Deb Roundmuffin hands Enadonella a pink pill.
(Magnagora): Delphas says, "Poor planning."
(Magnagora): Dinae says, "When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, the daddy gives the mommy two hundred sovereigns."
Sabeloth bows respectfully to you.
Prelude Sabeloth asks you, "Moste violent Lady, is this
true?"
You raise an eyebrow questioningly.
You say, "Oh really?"
You say, "Whatever gave you that idea?"
You stare implacably at Sabeloth.
Sabeloth points accusingly at Rendal.
Lothringen begins an elaborate, ritualized dance around
Arimisia, replete with wild gesticulations and a face screwed up in concentration.
You blink incredulously at Lothringen.
Aide-de-Camp, Tactician Rendal d'Murani, the Kestrel Noir
says, "I think she's referring to the most violent lady part."
You say, "I.. don't even know what to say to
that.."
You tell Maker of Mountains, Dinae De'Unnero, "Hahaha I didnt mean say it on market but okay."
You sense the piercing eyes of Taevyn looking upon you.
You sense the piercing eyes of Azula looking upon you.
You sense the sweeping gaze of Azula looking upon you.
(Petals of the De'Unnero Lotus Pod): You say, "Damn.."
(Petals of the De'Unnero Lotus Pod): You say, "You say my name and suddenly scries..."
(Petals of the De'Unnero Lotus Pod): Dinae says, "Hah."
(Petals of the De'Unnero Lotus Pod): You say, "Like someone dropped a spotlight on me."
You sense the sweeping gaze of Azula looking upon you.
(Market): Nilofer says, "Seeking a jeweller and an elemental enchanter."
You sense the piercing eyes of Kalliste looking upon you.
Got my first artifact today, woo!
You pay 125 bound credits and receive a Great Rune of Bleeding.
[|7,092,261]4664h(100%), 100%m, 100%e, 100%en, 90%w, exlrsSi
The Hall of the End of Thought.
Whispers in a thousand dissonant voices, each starkly dissimilar, carry hauntingly on the air from a
healing shrine of Morgfyre nearby. The utter silence of the cathedral is striking from the interior,
the very air so still that with each movement it seems to try to palpably still itself again. The
vastness of the space does nothing to help alleviate the silent pall, as the ceiling of the
cathedral reaches impossibly high above, the dim illumination from hanging torches swallowed
hungrily into the waiting darkness so that one can't be sure of the true size of the interior. The
tiled floor is a mosaic of Tainted earth and rock, images of awe-inspiring formations of immense
scale. Inlaid in onyx, and woven through the mosaic is the geometric sphere of Malkuth. Two grey
stone statues flank the entrance to the cathedral, kneeling to reverently place a palm on the earth,
their faces cloaked in the shadowy folds of their hooded marble robes.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south, and northwest.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
(A clan. You know the one.): Zitto said: "Zitto and Portius basically just stand in the Hidden Library shouting the Trill equivalent to 'Crow! Mighty Crow!' every time somebody else gives us a book to publish."
EDIT: Apparently I deleted Zitto's name when I put this up. Mea culpa.