Guides have been instructed that unless a name is racial derogatory or truly offensive (direct to time in those cases) to leave them for a bit as the retention rate will be higher, citing that if a person gets harassed about their name the instant they step through the flame they will more likely pack it in and never return. Compared to a person who plays a little bit, gets invests some time, THEN is asked to change their name they will accept it better causing less stress on the person, on the guide themselves and also has a larger chance they will stick around.
Don't be hating on guides, they just doing their jobs as instructed by the garden. Don't be hating on the Garden, they just trying to do what's best for the game in the longrun.
Oh, trust me. I'm not hating on Guides. I was one quite some time ago, and some of my best friends are, etc.
The point is that there are names which are far more problematic than the one brought to the attention of the world in this Forum - and that sort of thing is a hot button with me.
ETA - Saw the Quote request / reminder after posting.... so
ObQuote:
You see the following people here:
Aepas, Kallorn, Xer, Tirac, Ruth, Prythe
Was not the safest location for me.
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d - Let me get my hat and my knife - It's your apple, take a bite - Don't dream it ... be it
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Sorry, it was something of a spur of the moment thing. 'Cyrenians? Again?! Well, maybe it's just this one gu--- BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! WAAAAAAAGH!' Obviously, I'm paraphrasing a bit but we generally don't plan that far ahead.
In the future, we shall be sure to call ahead and make reservations with the Minister of Security in order to make sure that we get a great view of Lake Muurn instead of being stuck near the doorway to the kitchens. That said, I'm glad most of you seemed to enjoy the variation in your daily schedule.
Yes. Make sure you fill out application A6D1526X7 so I can actually know when to show up. You -should- want me there, I'm practically a cripple at the moment!
Quotes, quotes, um...
Okay, this is a bit old and I think it's safe to post now. I cannot give context, so all I will say is, after asking a question related to a missing woman:
A bedraggled, waterlogged slave says, "Apparently the hottest piece of ass in the known world. But that's just hearsay."
I spat out the tea I was drinking at the time and could not stop laughing for two whole minutes.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
In a birch bed with a covering of light cerulean linen.
This is a birch bed with a covering of light cerulean linen. It is polished. It is rectangular in shape. The room is here. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. A birch bookcase is here. A birch bed with a covering of light cerulean linen is here.
This is a birch bookcase. It is tall, broad, and shallow in dimension. It is polished. Its workmanship is plain in style.
It weighs about 88 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of: The Clan of The Avengers of Maya.
On it you see:
Nothing.
You say, "Love."
You ask, "Why is there a bookcase in here?"
[Redacted] blinks.
[Redacted] asks, "Why is there a bookcase here?"
put journal in bookcase
The library refuses your donation.
..... no really why is there an effing bookcase in our bed?
(also, since effing is actually short for f-ing, should it be A effing or AN effing? HMMM)
A burnished scimitar appears in the air above Daeir, rotating slowly before shattering in a blinding fury of ivory and gold. The motes wink out of existence, carrying Daeir with them.
A swirling maelstrom of gold and ivory light sweeps across the room, dissipating to reveal the form of Daeir.
A burnished scimitar appears in the air above Daeir, rotating slowly before shattering in a blinding fury of ivory and gold. The motes wink out of existence, carrying Daeir with them.
A swirling maelstrom of gold and ivory light sweeps across the room, dissipating to reveal the form of Daeir.
The Cult of Neraeos Everlasting has been destroyed by the Cult of Caspian Reborn.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
A burnished scimitar appears in the air above Daeir, rotating slowly before shattering in a blinding fury of ivory and gold. The motes wink out of existence, carrying Daeir with them.
A swirling maelstrom of gold and ivory light sweeps across the room, dissipating to reveal the form of Daeir.
Guess who ^_^
That is the best divine-kidnap message ever.
A sudden eruption of white-hot fire immolates you where you stand, razing every inch of your being to ash. Your consciousness drifts free for a moment before violently coalescing around your reconstituted body.
In a birch bed with a covering of light cerulean linen.
This is a birch bed with a covering of light cerulean linen. It is polished. It is rectangular in shape. The room is here. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. A birch bookcase is here. A birch bed with a covering of light cerulean linen is here.
This is a birch bookcase. It is tall, broad, and shallow in dimension. It is polished. Its workmanship is plain in style.
It weighs about 88 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of: The Clan of The Avengers of Maya.
On it you see:
Nothing.
You say, "Love."
You ask, "Why is there a bookcase in here?"
[Redacted] blinks.
[Redacted] asks, "Why is there a bookcase here?"
put journal in bookcase
The library refuses your donation.
..... no really why is there an effing bookcase in our bed?
(also, since effing is actually short for f-ing, should it be A effing or AN effing? HMMM)
It's the librarian in you, Idelisa. Hrm. Or rather somebody was in the librarian.
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d - Let me get my hat and my knife - It's your apple, take a bite - Don't dream it ... be it
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- To love another person is to see the face of G/d
- Let me get my hat and my knife
- It's your apple, take a bite
- Don't dream it ... be it
trying to look inconspicuous.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
→My Mudlet Scripts
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
So inconsiderate.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
In the future, we shall be sure to call ahead and make reservations with the Minister of Security in order to make sure that we get a great view of Lake Muurn instead of being stuck near the doorway to the kitchens. That said, I'm glad most of you seemed to enjoy the variation in your daily schedule.
Quotes, quotes, um...
Okay, this is a bit old and I think it's safe to post now. I cannot give context, so all I will say is, after asking a question related to a missing woman:
A bedraggled, waterlogged slave says, "Apparently the hottest piece of ass in the known world. But that's just hearsay."
I spat out the tea I was drinking at the time and could not stop laughing for two whole minutes.
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
Guess who?
Go home, alligator, you are drunk.
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d
- Let me get my hat and my knife
- It's your apple, take a bite
- Don't dream it ... be it