This should be in combat logs but I consider it a quote... from New Achaea. Ever sprayed a can of RAID on a hornets nest just to be an asshole? Yup... I kinda feel like that asshole every time I do this.
I always sincerely wonder why people keep posting the barrier logs.
When I was druid and could barrier not only myself but other people, we pretty much destroyed everything. Barrier is annoying as hell, but people that just found out how to use it act like they are gods of some kind.
Also since it takes no balance to hit a barrier you can literally just spam a person into oblivion, which is normally what I do. I guarantee they'll find the messages more annoying than me.
I have nothing against you because you're factionally different. Many people should be able to attest that I'm quite easy to get along with, despite Organizational differences and even being devoted enemies. The difference is that they have actually tried some interaction other than running away from a fight, dying to another fight, then slinging insults in OOC messages. They actually play a role. Hell, for a while I didn't even like @Terra, until we had our spout at clouds and she caught me in retardation right as I was telling her to renounce her oath to the light. Was super awkward talking about the strength of Ashtan and the Ashura, to be turned around stuck in a delph-locked sleep cycle and die. (Shoutout to @Hasar for saving me. Lub you).
The fact is, we had an interesting conversation in tells shortly afterwards. Built roleplay into what was going on. From you, I got "lol, you're artied and i'm not, therefor I can't beat you and you have no skill or technique to your winning except Benjamin Franklin." (President on the $100 USD, for my buddies out there elsewhere).
Does that mean you like me now bb? Here come the "yer momma" jokes.
(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."
If you're using Farsight as a Monk, I'm not convinced Fendrel is wrong.
Hey, it has been 5 days. I think I'm just going to change my farsee alias to just sense, as old habits are sometimes hard to overcome. It's like muscle memory to "fs" right after a kill to check for burst.
Melodie begins chopping away at the neck of the corpse of Boosteya with a thalassic quarterstaff.
2150h, 2300m, 9650e, 10400w ex-1.0%- 19:51:42:311
Melodie finishes decapitating the corpse of Boosteya, leaving only a pool of blood where the head
had been.
2150h, 2300m, 9650e, 10400w ex-1.0%- 19:51:52:058
Melodie picks up a headless corpse.
2150h, 2300m, 9650e, 10400w ex-1.0%- 19:51:52:820
Melodie picks up the decapitated head of Boosteya.
2150h, 2300m, 9650e, 10400w ex-1.0%- 19:51:53:083
Melodie rubs her hands together greedily.
2150h, 2300m, 9650e, 10400w ex-1.0%- 19:51:57:558
Melodie says with a flowing, cultured accent, "Duanathar."
Melodie is swiftly carried into the skies and out of sight by a lustrous pair of miniature mithril
wings.
A swarm of bees flies off to the ether.
2150h, 2300m, 9650e, 10400w ex-1.0%- 19:52:02:677
TAKE HER BACK CYRENE.
As you open the letter to read, you catch a waft of a feminine rose scent, layered with a sandalwood, chamomile and lilacs blend.
You read what is written on an elegantly embossed, scented letter:
My Lady,
Should it please You, contained within is the head of the heathen
Boostyea Aimina, she who had shouted the fallacies of the West, as You
requested. She fell by my vines, and her body has been rightfully
offered to Your natural embrace.
In duty to Nature,
Melodie Le'Murzen
You put the decapitated head of Boosteya into an elegantly embossed, scented letter.
You address your letter to Gaia, the Wildwood Queen, and Khalys takes the letter from
your hands. With a sharp whistle, she extends a leather-gloved hand as a woodland kestrel
swoops down from its perch above. Attaching the letter to the kestrel's leg, the elderly
woman raises her arm sharply and the bird lofts into the air, soaring quickly out of
sight.
:-\"
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
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
I always sincerely wonder why people keep posting the barrier logs.
When I was druid and could barrier not only myself but other people, we pretty much destroyed everything. Barrier is annoying as hell, but people that just found out how to use it act like they are gods of some kind.
Also since it takes no balance to hit a barrier you can literally just spam a person into oblivion, which is normally what I do. I guarantee they'll find the messages more annoying than me.
Results of disembowel testing | Knight limb counter | GMCP AB files
That's some serious training.
Okay, Bonko Jr.
- 2014/05/13 03:37:22 - Jhui dies gasping for breath, asphyxiated by the power of Hanley Silverstorm's kai.
SerpentKai Go!
You read what is written on an elegantly embossed, scented letter:
My Lady,
Should it please You, contained within is the head of the heathen Boostyea Aimina, she who had shouted the fallacies of the West, as You requested. She fell by my vines, and her body has been rightfully offered to Your natural embrace.
In duty to Nature,
Melodie Le'Murzen
You put the decapitated head of Boosteya into an elegantly embossed, scented letter.
You address your letter to Gaia, the Wildwood Queen, and Khalys takes the letter from your hands. With a sharp whistle, she extends a leather-gloved hand as a woodland kestrel swoops down from its perch above. Attaching the letter to the kestrel's leg, the elderly woman raises her arm sharply and the bird lofts into the air, soaring quickly out of sight.
:-\"
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