QUOTES 8: THE QUOTING

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  • What the heck, reality?
    Lusternia said:
    Reality shudders.
    Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
    You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
    You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
    You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
    ...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.

  • Zitto said:
    What the heck, reality?
    Lusternia said:
    Reality shudders.
    Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
    You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
    You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
    You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
    ...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.

    Apply duct tape to reality.
  • Zitto said:
    What the heck, reality?
    Lusternia said:
    Reality shudders.
    Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
    You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
    You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
    You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
    ...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.

    For completeness' sake, there was one last line:

    But somewhere out there, on the far reaches of your perception, you can feel the frayed edges of reality.


  • An abominable fusion of reptile and human, the three-faced gorgon hovers in the
    air thanks to tessellated wings that look like bone but are in fact solid
    quicksilver. Her serpentine lower half slinks in coiled curves of dark green-
    black scales, muscled and strong enough to break backs if it managed to wrap
    around a body. The gorgon's upper-half is vaguely humanoid, her skin textured
    with dark scales that ripple to the clawed tips of her hands. Each of her three
    faces is beautiful to a point, their mouths opening wide to reveal bronze fanged
    teeth and boar-like tusks that curl wickedly. The crowning glory of this dark
    monstrosity is the writhing, hissing mass of snakes she has for hair that drip
    poison from their mouths whilst snapping at any one who dares come close. Though
    she possesses golden eyes, her gaze remains downcast.
    A three-faced gorgon exudes an aura of overwhelming power.

    Leaking black blood from every pore, a three-faced gorgon has been slain - her
    corpse slowly disintegrating as reality claims her.
    She weighs about 335 pounds.
    She has a slight resistance to cutting damage.
    She has a slight weakness to blunt damage.
    She has a moderate resistance to poison damage.
    She has a moderate resistance to excorable damage.
    She has a slight weakness to divinus damage.
    The corpse of a three-faced gorgon is holding:
    Nothing.
    It has the following aliases: gorgon.



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  • ShaddusShaddus , the Leper Messiah Outside your window.
    That thing kinda makes me want to get stoned.
    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.
  • Zitto said:
    What the heck, reality?
    Lusternia said:
    Reality shudders.
    Where once the world made sense around you, sanity falters. You become certain that the sky is the place you should be standing, the way by which you should guide and centre yourself.
    You see the people and the creatures around you leap for one another's throats, tearing them apart with claws that surge out of their mouths, a fatal and impossible embrace.
    You see the ground bleed, the air dissolve into glossy skeins of essence, the trees scream with mouths made of glowing sap, the sky weep and weep and weep in blinding droplets that burn you with acid when they drift upwards to brush against you.
    You see the world tear, shatter, rip like parchment torn from a dozen angles at once. You see light, hot and sickening and somehow loud, so loud that it feels like the centre of your mind has been torn. You hear the serpentine hiss of snakes and feel, feel, feel the world as it is rent open.
    ...and then it is over. You see the world around you as it was. It is over. You take a shuddering, normal breath. It is over.

    This is very well written. What was the context?

  • Trailing blood wherever he goes, the malevolently twisted figure of Sakima Stonemane stands here with gaping wounds spewing ichor.

    Once the proud chieftain of the Hifarae Herd, Sakima Stonemane has been reborn with a terrifying countenance. His lower, equine half is a sickly pale like that of a corpse, pocked with gaping wounds that weep black blood, pus and other ichor; below, his hoofed legs uphold him like knives, their sharp points splintering the ground to bring forth shadow from deep within the earth. His tail - previously threaded with gold - is stained with blood, and as it sweeps behind him, it marks his passage in crimson. No longer tanned or muscled, the centaur's humanoid upper half has been flayed away, leaving only the pulsating, red stringiness of musculature, sinew and bone visible. One arm has been completely severed and it has been replaced with a cruel war scythe, serrated like a saw. Sakima Stonemane, the Pale Runner has an air of extreme strength.


    Kudos to whoever wrote that. Pretty gory!
  • (.): Daebach (from the Astral Plane) says, "I'm doing virgins right now.."
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  • Um, didn't we already have a bunch of Jojoboians? The who SunDruid/LionWiccan event?
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  • I don't get it.
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  • As you snap a golden whip of the pious with a negligent flick of your wrist, paeans of heavenly verse cry out from where a hulking three-horned bull's flesh has been scathed by holy light.
    You shift the reserved damage of your last strike forward.
    A cloud of cinnamon heat wafts from your mouth to surround a hulking three-horned bull.
    You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
    You have scored a WORLD-SHATTERING CRITICAL HIT!!!
    You focus on your wasted efforts, resolving to shift the damage forward.
    The final blow proves too much for a hulking three-horned bull, who expires, pitifully.
    You have slain a hulking three-horned bull.

  • Just remember, multiple exclamation points is a sure sign of a diseased mind. I'm not sure if that holds true for question marks, but....
    I'm Lucidian. If I don't get pedantic every so often, I might explode.
  • It's only four, all good.


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  • LuceLuce Fox Populi
    Four's pretty bad, it's only a step away from five. But at least he's not thinking in italics.
  • AeldraAeldra , using cake powered flight
    You pounce on yourself, sending both of you rolling head over heels.

    somehow that made me chuckle :D
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  • @aeldra that's one of my favorites

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