That reminds me of @Kastalia's "hugs", which I have around here somewhere...
Ahha!
Algid breaths of crawling mist flow upon the swift current of an abrupt chill, immersing you in a cool embrace. Silently, the rippling vapour dissipates, and only the lingering touch of the icy river remains.
So gentle! @Artemis just smashes you into the ceiling with a geyser of scalding hot water and calls it a "hug". We don't get any of that pansy caressing stuff in her order.
A violent rumbling fills the air and a boiling geyser shoots upward beneath Stephine burning her limbs and launching her high into the air. Stephine screams in pain as she slams into the ceiling and crashes back into the ground.
Worst part about walking in on people while you're phased is you think you're spying on a regular conversation and then BAM. This chick's groping for your artefact dirk. (Resisting urge to make "Mine is level 2, ladies --" whoops, made the joke.)
What I'm trying to say is target your emotes, always.
Your bug report (detail: Room: A dishevelled hall #15201. Griesly
Mansion. Illusion reads as: "As you watch, the thousands of tiny,
silvery pieces glimmer and shine with an supernatural intensity, their
sharp, angular edges blurring and losing all definition." Should just be
"a" before supernatural, not "an". Thank you and brilliant work here!) -
has been fixed.
Huzzah.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Yes, sexy. Because I don't know about the rest of you but nothing gets me harder than splitting someone open, cutting on their organs and then jamming a bone you ripped out of them through what's left. Oh baby.
<Redacted> tells you, "Why's there a bottle of champagne on the ground east of the market?"
You tell <Redacted>, "As you have come to the Minister of Security with this question, I can only divulge that it is integral to the defence of Ashtan and not to be moved under any circumstances."
(I am now hoping that strategically placed booze will increase the call for help range of Ashtan's corsairs.)
The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "I want you to know, the Garden reaction to that one is: What?" The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
If you really didn't want that quoted, Mystara, you wouldn't have said "don't quote that". You could've easily spoken of how much you enjoy male body fluids without bringing to light the fact that he could quote it.
I too am unable to find a picture of a male hippopotamus gouging out his own eyes while simultaneously hanging himself via clever vine arrangements over a pool of even bigger hippos.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Of the 6 hippos, one is too stupid to notice what's happening, two are mortified, one doesn't care, one is waiting with open mouth, and the last one is moving something under the water vigorously at the sight.
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
If you really didn't want that quoted, Mystara, you wouldn't have said "don't quote that". You could've easily spoken of how much you enjoy male body fluids without bringing to light the fact that he could quote it.
Um, Vaehl, the only reason i said that is because Salik threatens to quote me on everything . That's why i said it.
"I keep having these weird thoughts lately, like is any of this for real..or not?"
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A violent rumbling fills the air and a boiling geyser shoots upward beneath Stephine burning her limbs and launching her high into the air.
Stephine screams in pain as she slams into the ceiling and crashes back into the ground.
What I'm trying to say is target your emotes, always.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Huzzah.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
You tell <Redacted>, "As you have come to the Minister of Security with this question, I can only divulge that it is integral to the defence of Ashtan and not to be moved under any circumstances."
(I am now hoping that strategically placed booze will increase the call for help range of Ashtan's corsairs.)
The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
Achilies 1 On Infernal
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."