Memorable quotes

Nim

I assume "the" is the alias for that clan. CLHELP THE isn't helping, though, since it's all secretive. All I know is they're apparently some edgy political movement, or, given how permanent clans are, likely they were and their existence has long been forgotten.

Kind of like how those bunnies jerks stole the short alias of that order of errant knights Nim dreams about starting, before waking up to the reality of being poor.

Strata

Kresslack said:

Did you mean to post this to Public? 

Yes. Apparently there is an unseen undergrowth of little public newsboard bridge trolls who came at me in a swarm over it too. Feel free to issue or hire an Ivory Mark... Do whatever you gotta do. Sorry if your eyes bled.

Kresslack

I never read the Public boards, specifically to avoid such fatal conditions as eye bleeding.

Ruth

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

<Insert x50 more shakes>

(The Midnight Crew): You say, "How many shakes do you need to pop this champagne? I must have gone on 100 and above, gosh."

(The Midnight Crew): Nellaundra says, "It only pops when you open it."

(The Midnight Crew): Daeir says, "You drink it."

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

(The Midnight Crew): Daeir says, "And it pops."

You hear a steadily increasing fizz as you shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

You open a bottle of Year 650 champagne.

You shake a bottle of Year 650 champagne vigorously, spraying everyone in the room with champagne.

This large green bottle houses a fine amber-coloured champagne. Flakes of gold swim within the liquid, and small bubbles cling to the inside of the glass, lazily rising up towards the open top and fizzing lazily. Adhered to the glass, a violet label proudly declares "Year 650" and shimmers with golden trim.
It has 15 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 4 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Makesh (a denizen).
A bottle of Year 650 champagne is holding:
Nothing.

(The Midnight Crew): Daeir says, "Tyrannus cannot into champagne bottle."

(The Midnight Crew): Daeir says, "Just shaking it in her office for like 2 hours."

(The Midnight Crew): You say, "... liar."

(The Midnight Crew): Melodie says, "How do I champagne."

(The Midnight Crew): You say, "I opened it, and shook it."

(The Midnight Crew): You say, "And it."

(The Midnight Crew): You say, "Splashed."

(The Midnight Crew): You say, "On me."

:C

@Nellaundra, YOU GAVE ME WRONG INFO

Nellaundra

But now everyone gets to see the Tyrannus covered in champagne! I did a good deed for the world at large!

Kaden

Nellaundra said:

But now everyone gets to see the Tyrannus covered in champagne! I did a good deed for the world at large!

T-Rex covered in champagne sounds like a scene from Crooked Little Vein. >.>

Kresslack

She was probably in her office doing this:

Tharvis

You tell <snip>, "So, what is going to happen to that regency position, or are we making a golden plantpot?"

because, you know, elected shrubs deserve special pots

Silas

To be fair, you deserve everything you get if you elect Decan to public text-office.

Kresslack

Upon visiting the Idol:

A fiery image of the number 19666 flashes briefly behind your eyes.

Resistance is futile!

Jurixe

Trying out a 'special recipe'...

Jurixe eyes the jug with great suspicion.

You say wryly in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Well, it cannot be worse than poison."

You heft a discoloured jug towards your mouth and tip some of the clear, odourless liquid between 

your lips. Your throat stings as you swallow, and tears form in the corners of your eyes.

You sniff slightly as the stinging in your throat fades.

Jurixe coughs a few times, furrowing her brow deeply as she holds the jug away from 

herself.

You say to Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "How can you -drink- 

this?"

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant exclaims, "Is me special recipe!"

You say dryly in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "I shudder to think what must constitute the 

'special' in that recipe."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "Well, I been down in the sewers ya see."

Jurixe attempts to peer inside the jug, swirling its contents around.

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "All kinds of great stuff growin on them walls."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Please tell me that stuff is not in this."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "Aww exsooosee, you know the fermenentationing kills off the 

critters."

Jurixe wrinkles her nose in a faint grimace.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Any 'critters' in your stomach would hopefully 

already -be- dead."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "I ate a rat whole once."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "I felt that tail wiggling for days."

Jurixe lifts her grey eyes to fix Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant with a deadpan stare.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Well, if you -will- choose to eat them alive, then 

you have no one to blame but yourself."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "It was like constantly bein surprised with the tickles."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant exclaims, "But from the inside!"

Jurixe shakes her head briefly in something like a faint shudder.

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "But yer real powerful n stuff here."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "Yer a big exsooosee."

You say patiently in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Ex-su-see-ai."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "Wif yer know-how and my hooch skills, we could open a shop er 

somethin."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "We could call it Wilbur and Jurixe's big hooch hut."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "I would be very wary of retailing this to Mhaldorians 

- unless you mean to poison Targossans with this...concoction."

Jurixe furrows her brow slightly.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "I think not."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "Well I'm sure you'll think about it and maybe we can even get 

Norbert to fetch the er...special ingredients."

You say dryly in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Fortunately for the cat in his hand, tis 

already dead."

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "Yes, well. I will...think about it, I am certain."

Wilbur, a cross-eyed peasant says, "I knew you'd see it exsoosee Jurixe ma'am."

Jurixe eyes the jug in her hand suspiciously again.

You say in Mhaldorian in a low, silken voice, "In the meantime...try not to poison too many 

Mhaldorians with this."

Holding the jug gingerly, Jurixe turns away, leaving the warmth of the common room.

Hasar

And of course @Jurixe makes me drink it. GDI

Cyla

Kaie whispers something to a puppet of Cyla.

You yell, "Baby baby oh baby yayayayayah."

You peer at Kaie unscrupulously.

 

Kaie coughs softly.

You say in a soft, docile voice, "I hate you."

Kaie says, "What the hell!"

You attempt to stifle your amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

Kaie utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Trademaster Amanu Nailo yells from close at hand, "Thank you for that awe inspiring sound."

Kaie rolls on the floor, laughing.

You roll on the floor, laughing.

You yell, "That.. was forced!"

Trademaster Amanu Nailo yells from close at hand, "Don't force it. Sounds fake."

You attempt to stifle your amusement but cannot help laughing aloud.

You yell, "I fake all my yells though."

You see Kaie yell, "Hushh now, darling.. time to return to what you were doing."

Apparently there's so not thing as sitting quietly on a boat anymore. *weep*

Kresslack

@CylaD'Ischai Kio'Gema Sar'vet Shayan'Kor, the Faded

Why do you have four last names?

Saeva

Hasar said:

And of course @Jurixe makes me drink it. GDI

Then of course @Hasar makes me drink it. GDI

Cathy

Kresslack said:

@CylaD'Ischai Kio'Gema Sar'vet Shayan'Kor, the Faded

Why do you have four last names?

I could not hate four last names more than four last names featuring apostrophes  

Nim

Cathy said:

Kresslack said:

@CylaD'Ischai Kio'Gema Sar'vet Shayan'Kor, the Faded

Why do you have four last names?

I could not hate four last names more than four last names featuring apostrophes  

At least it's obvious which is their actual name, if the other ones have apostrophes. Imagine if they didn't, and then @Cyla had some obscure prefixed title. It'd be like, which one is your actual name?!

Achimrst

Kresslack said:

@CylaD'Ischai Kio'Gema Sar'vet Shayan'Kor, the Faded

Why do you have four last names?

You know, when I saw it. I asked this very same question.

Kerria

Kyrra said:

An eerie groan of delight rises from the Ithmia as a gnarled treekin absorbs Sicar into the earth.

OMG I thought that too!

Cyla

You will now be known as Cyla D'Ischai Kio'Gema Sar'vet Shayan'Kor Valeth, by order of Iron Renshi Dortheron Covraci, Tetsujin.

The more you ask, the longer it gets. 

Kresslack

Why do you have five last names?

Hyperlith

Cyla said:

The more you ask, the longer it gets. 

It's like Pinocchio, but for adults.

Eld

Hyperlith said:

Cyla said:

The more you ask, the longer it gets. 

It's like Pinocchio, but for adults.

I...I don't think "Pinocchio for adults" has much to do with names...

Florentino

(Party): Nocroth says, "My daemon senses in the Island off the Northern Vashnars these 15 enemies: 

Aldair, Daeir, Zuko, Yae, Swadryt, Mithridates, Ada, Antidas, Halos, Anedhel, Rangor, Alrena, 

Exelethril, Tesha and Morthif."

Antonius

I was mostly afk eating dinner, but there seemed to be an argument going on about whose turn it was to fight you.

Anedhel

Rangor won rock paper scissors, you get to play with Eleusis now.

Tesha

You stick out your hand and challenge Rangor to a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors.

You say in a demure voice, "Winner stays."

Alrena says to Rangor in a gentle, calm voice, "I guarantee Mhaldor will accuse us of allying with Targossas now."

@Rangor says to Anedhel in a deep, rumbling voice, "Comeon now, all you got is some sissies, ladies and Antonius."

Anedhel says to you in a clear voice, "Don't lose."

You say to Anedhel in a demure voice, "Men always choose rock."

You say to Anedhel in a demure voice, "I have learned such from @Silas."

Counting to three together, you and Rangor simultaneously thrust out your hands, yours in 

the shape of a paper and Rangor's in the shape of rock.

YOU WIN!

You nod your head emphatically.

Rangor says in a deep, rumbling voice, "Best of 3."

Counting to three together, you and Rangor simultaneously thrust out your hands, yours in 

the shape of a paper and Rangor's in the shape of scissors.

RANGOR WINS!

You stare implacably at Rangor.

Counting to three together, you and Rangor simultaneously thrust out your hands, yours in 

the shape of a paper and Rangor's in the shape of scissors.

RANGOR WINS!

You blink.

"Wow!" you exclaim.

You say in a demure voice, "Okay."

Kuy

Like elder dragons, I've got a special entry/exit message. It's talking about my front, not my rear, tyvm.

Tesha said:

You stick out your hand and challenge Rangor to a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors.

You say in a demure voice, "Winner stays."

Alrena says to Rangor in a gentle, calm voice, "I guarantee Mhaldor will accuse us of allying with Targossas now."

@Rangor says to Anedhel in a deep, rumbling voice, "Comeon now, all you got is some sissies, ladies and Antonius."

Anedhel says to you in a clear voice, "Don't lose."

You say to Anedhel in a demure voice, "Men always choose rock."

You say to Anedhel in a demure voice, "I have learned such from @Silas."

Counting to three together, you and Rangor simultaneously thrust out your hands, yours in 

the shape of a paper and Rangor's in the shape of rock.

YOU WIN!

You nod your head emphatically.

Rangor says in a deep, rumbling voice, "Best of 3."

Counting to three together, you and Rangor simultaneously thrust out your hands, yours in 

the shape of a paper and Rangor's in the shape of scissors.

RANGOR WINS!

You stare implacably at Rangor.

Counting to three together, you and Rangor simultaneously thrust out your hands, yours in 

the shape of a paper and Rangor's in the shape of scissors.

RANGOR WINS!

You blink.

"Wow!" you exclaim.

You say in a demure voice, "Okay."

Does this mean Rangor's not a man?  

Tesha

He's just some kind of unNatural man.

Antonius

@Kuy: How long ago did you quote Bonko on your phone?