Memorable quotes

Yen

Rock-strewn beach.

It is raining heavily, pregnant drops of water pouring down onto you. A brown stag wanders about here, its head held regally. Dripping quietly, a waterlogged humgii has chewed through its leash. A black and white fishing dog capers happily about. The following ships are docked here: a Thalassian seastrider and 8 Windcutters. You may BOARD a docked ship or enter the wilderness map from here. 

You see exits leading north and southwest.

p humgii

This furry little animal is no bigger than a small dog, though it resembles a small bear with enormous eyes. Soaking wet, its fur is matted and clumped, its chewed leash dangling at its side.

 A waterlogged humgii looks weak and feeble.

He weighs about 45 pounds.

You see nothing in it.

Confirmed: humgiis can swim.  Who knew?

Eld

Kind of makes you wonder why humgiis don't chew through their leashes more often.

Melodie

Yen said:

Rock-strewn beach.

It is raining heavily, pregnant drops of water pouring down onto you. A brown stag wanders about here, its head held regally. Dripping quietly, a waterlogged humgii has chewed through its leash. A black and white fishing dog capers happily about. The following ships are docked here: a Thalassian seastrider and 8 Windcutters. You may BOARD a docked ship or enter the wilderness map from here. 

You see exits leading north and southwest.

p humgii

This furry little animal is no bigger than a small dog, though it resembles a small bear with enormous eyes. Soaking wet, its fur is matted and clumped, its chewed leash dangling at its side.

 A waterlogged humgii looks weak and feeble.

He weighs about 45 pounds.

You see nothing in it.

Confirmed: humgiis can swim.  Who knew?

You should see the humgii and kitten in Neraeos' Temple.

Ruth

Awww. It is cute.

Synbios

PUBLIC NEWS #19117

Date: 12/5/2012 at 21:26

From: Warlock Jonesey Sar'vet

To  : Everyone

Subj: A Request for Memories of the East

Even those who never lived within the walls of the Jewel of the East

could appreciate the fact that Shallam is gone. Memories of being with

family and friends plotting against them are especially nostalgic to us,

especially now.

I am preparing a book for the Lucretian Athenaeum titled "Good Riddance

to Good Rubbish" and welcome you to share your stories of Shallams

asinine behaviors to be included in the submission. Just prepare your

entry on a letter so that it may be pasted into the tome in your own

words.

Your letter may contain prose or poetry. It can be a memory of another

adventurer, a Divine, a denizen, or even a place. However, as this is

meant to be a book of uplifting memories to remind ourselves of how

terrible Shallam was and how we're all better without it. Letters

bearing inappropriate content may find themselves in the belly of the

nearest humgii.

Please direct questions or requests for more information to me by either

tell or message.

In song and rhyme,

Jonesey

 

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 612 AF.

PUBLIC NEWS #19118

Date: 12/5/2012 at 21:26

From: Grandue, the Seer

To  : Everyone

Subj: The Best of the Worst

Especially those who never lived within the walls of the Jewel of the

East

have amazing memories of their hypocrisy and shortcoming. Memories of

horrible leadership, religious stupidity and oppression, and failed

attempts at avoiding the inevitable.

I am preparing a book for the Lucretian Athenaeum titled "Best of the

Worst" and welcome you to share your memories to be included in the

submission. Just prepare your entry on a letter so that it may be pasted

into the tome in your own words.

Your letter may contain prose or poetry. It can be a memory of another

adventurer, a Divine, a denizen, or even a place. However, as this is

meant to be a book of reality and what the city was really like, letters

bearing inappropriately optimistic content may find themselves in the

belly of the nearest humgii.

Please direct questions or requests for more information to me by either

tell or message.

Lets be real,

-Grandue

 

PUBLIC NEWS #19119

Date: 12/5/2012 at 21:42

From: Grandue, the Seer

To  : Warlock Jonesey Sar'vet

Subj: I like the way you think

Jonesey,

I saw you entering the newsroom as I entered the archives, never did I

take you to be a man of such brilliance.

I admire your fast scribing and your clever idea.

Great minds think alike.

-Grandue

 

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 612 AF.

QUALITY responses, indeed.

Prythe

This made me giggle when checking history.

2012/12/06 02:47:43 - Hart says, "Would anyone be up for a team Koth or party spars to train?"

2012/12/06 02:49:34 - Hart says, "Very well, I will spar with myself."

Lothien

I finally convinced my boyfriend to try Achaea. I wake up to these texts:

Gah it's 2:19 and I've been decaying imps and pixies for 2 hours

What have I become?

Mwahahahaha

Iocun

Cave beneath the trees. (The Northern Ithmia) [Num: 719]

It is raining heavily, pregnant drops of water pouring down onto you. The forest thins here, the gloomy trees 

growing in sparse clumps. The warped, twisted branches claw toward the skies, and thick brambles fill the 

space between the deformed trunks. An immense rock rises from the northern section of the slight clearing, 

within which is an opening to a dark cavern like a gaping maw. Dense brush blocks the lower portion of the 

entrance, and the foul stench of decay wafts out from within the darkness. A green-flowered ginseng plant has 

been planted here. A low-lying wild ginger plant is growing here. A low-slung myrrh bush is here. A lobelia 

wildflower is growing here. A purple coneflower grows here, its large stalk straining towards the sky. A red 

elm tree grows here, its branches gently swaying in the breeze. A nearby branch is laden with hard-shelled 

nuts. Resting upon a tripod of sheer crystal, the Triune Globe crackles with energy. A white camel is here, 

ruminant.

[standing there, AFK]

Istolat HERE (arrived from north).

Istolat left (to the east).

Istolat tells you, "I hope you weren't planning on being unsavoury there."

Wat...

Idelisa

What is so hard about CLIMBING THE DAMN TREES??

Also... unsavoury.  By yourself?

Brings new meaning to the term tree lover hugger.

Edit: Ooooohhhh, he DOES love his camel.  Hmmm!

Nellaundra

Dortheron tells you, "Permission to suddenly challenge you to a fight over non-exsistant greviances?"

Melodie

(OOC!): You say, "God, what is wrong with me."

(OOC!): Halos says, "I have a list."


Troll'd.

Nizaris

You feel irresistibly compelled to kick ormyrr.

You leap into the air and launch a flying kick at a muscular ormyrr.

You connect!

You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!

A muscular ormyrr springs to a muscular ormyrr's defence.

A muscular ormyrr springs to a muscular ormyrr's defence.

A muscular ormyrr springs to a muscular ormyrr's defence.

Of all the times to crit...

Jhui

world shattering might have killed it and not aggro'd the rest.  Then you would have successfully griefed me

Jhui

btw.  eat hawthorn.  I feel bad making you kick them all the time, but you are easy to eliminate and you are too good on offense to let you stick around so easily.

Arador

Yeah you griefed me pretty nicely with that one. Only problem is I did not know they stay aggro......fail

Arlanda

You can score criticals on ormyrrs? I've never scored one...

Oceana

tell cata aww hon!
You tell a Sangrean sheepdog puppy, "Aww hon!"

What is that puppy's name?

Wysteria

Daeir said:

My biggest regret in the entire game is using grove who to find a good person to grove flow to since I am lazy and needed to visit Eleusis, only to flow into a three person mudsex party right during the climax.

Never again. My eyes.

Try LOGGING IN to your grove and waking up to a newbie three way in your first two weeks of having said grove. WHILE IN THE TREES. I was so freaked out I Grove Ejected them and they tried to come after me for a week after, all three learnt what heartseed was the hard way

Mishgul

Wysteria said:

Daeir said:

My biggest regret in the entire game is using grove who to find a good person to grove flow to since I am lazy and needed to visit Eleusis, only to flow into a three person mudsex party right during the climax.

Never again. My eyes.

Try LOGGING IN to your grove and waking up to a newbie three way in your first two weeks of having said grove. WHILE IN THE TREES. I was so freaked out I Grove Ejected them and they tried to come after me for a week after, all three learnt what heartseed was the hard way


I see euphemisms everywhere

Shahai

I'd like to thank all the people who attended my dance performance in Hashan on 1 Mayan 612. I will forget many people, but thanks @Boosteya, @Xith, @Oceana, @Rovelda, @Alcinae, @Miyuki, @Toura, @Vayne, @Chani, @Lacertix, @Xadzia, @Kald ...

For the ones interested:

Shahai slowly fades into view as the scene is progressively lit. She is dressed in crimson silk robes with long sleeves and glittering hair ornaments, evoking a noble lineage. 

Shahai begins to dance as the drums and flute start to play. They alternate to create a solemn mood, that helps to remove the worries from the everyday world, as a chant begins the description of the surroundings. We are in the Northern Ithmia, here by the upper reaches of the Zaphar River. 

Shahai moves gracefully into an upright position, and raises her right hand to point at a precipice with a snow white hand-held fan. 

Shahai slowly draws her arm back close to her waist, as her whole body seems to incline softly under a graceful slight bend of her knees, and faces the public. 

Shahai elegantly curves her upper body in slow motions as the chant describes that in this place there used to be a shrine. 

Shahai folds her fan, still on her slightly bent knees, and places her right hand on her waist, as she raises her left arm. She slowly makes a complete turn on herself, but you cannot perceive any movement on her body. 

Shahai raises her left arm before her face and looks to the ground, slowly bending more on her knees, as if she were disappearing behind the crimson sleeve. 

Shahai gracefully gets back upright as the chant describes that the time grows late and the lights of the City of Hashan and the Village of Tasur'ke illuminate the night sky afar. 

Shahai makes ample, slow and graceful movements as the music softens and they become more gentle and more feminine. 

Shahai lifts her sleeve again to hide her face, as the chant laments how heartless the fate has been for Lady Kastalia. 

Shahai bends slightly on her knees, looking at the floor once more, her right hand making soft movements with her unfolded fan.


Shahai takes measured graceful steps aside, her robes slightly floating, evoking the course of a river.


Shahai folds her fan again, and slightly reveals the silver color in the back of her sleeves. Yet you hear the chant laments how hard it is to dry the sleeves because of the abundance of tears.


Shahai slowly bends her knees until she reaches the floor, shielding herself under her sleeve, as the chant tells about a shower of rain and thunder that growls in the skies.


Shahai gracefully gets up on slightly bent knees, unfolds her fan, and slowly raises one hand after the other in smooth waves.


Shahai clasps her hands together above her head, holding her snow white fan with both hands, and slowly descends it in front of her chest, as the chant evokes the pale moon of daybreak surrounded by blood.


Shahai continues her graceful moves, slightly bent on her knees, as the music fades.


Shahai suddenly twirls across the scene, as the music starts over again in a fast movement, and, in a blink, her outfit colour changes into a repeating patterns of silver and black triangles, which represent the scales of a snake.

Shahai stops to twirl and stands upright as the music becomes smooth again, looking at her left side, as her left hand delicately rests on her waist. Her right arm is raised horizontally, her snow white hand-held fan opened?.


Shahai gracefully raises her left arm, as she slowly turns her head to the right, her right hand and the fan reaching her waist.


Shahai slowly raises her fan above her head, her head turning again to the left. As the music continues, she opens her left hand, to show the palm of her hand to the public.


Shahai bends on her knees and looks up, as if she was looking to the moon, making a pun on the lyrics, because in Tsol'aa, "moo'n" means "never run dry".


Shahai 's movements becomes subtle, yet precise in keeping with the irregular times, as the music goes into a rhythmical innovation.


Shahai returns to graceful movements, the music smooth again, and the chants tells about a nearby waterfall which sounds like the beating of a drum.


Shahai walks slowly through the scene, slightly bent on her knees, on a movement evoking the slither of a serpent. The chants tells about the winds through the trees which sounds like a flute.


Shahai continues her slow motions, playing a silver snake, as the chants tells how she delights about this evening orchestra.


Shahai stops, and slowly raises one arm after the other. The music softens again, and the chant tells that among the clouds, even the moon peeks through, to keep her company.


Shahai raises her snow white fan slowly upon her head, to represent the moon. Her graceful movements become faster as the chant tells about her scales making a clanking sound.


Shahai slows her motions again, and the chant tells that her eyes settle upon an altar at last, where her victim lies.


Shahai stops suddenly her movement. She raises her left arm above her head to mask her face, and she holds her snow white fan horizontally before her. The sounds of drums run faster, and the flute goes into a shrill play.


Shahai disappears from view and the music suddenly stops, and the scene immediately becomes dark again.

Rovelda

I can also remember Jonesey and Mycen.

Your performance was awesome!!!

Wysteria

Vyln

@Shahai: That is a really good dance performance!

Idelisa

Mosr tells you, "6666."

Mosr tells you, "Mis."

Minxie tells you, "6666."

Minxie tells you, "Ooops!"

You tell Forest Rose, Horai Minxie Gothfraidh-Moonflair, "You too?"

Atalkez tells you, "666."

Atalkez tells you, "Miss."

Noristae tells you, "666."

Senoske tells you, "666."

Noristae tells you, "Blah."

Senoske tells you, "Ahem, excuse that.".

Noristae tells you, "Mistell, sorry."

... wut.

Erasariel

SCP-1935: 6666

Item #: SCP-1935

Object Class: Safe Euclid Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1935 is currently contained in the multiplayer text game [REDACTED]. Any instances reported in [REDACTED] forums will be cataloged and deleted from the forum. Electronic Task Force 056-Gamma "Dala'myrr" will be posted at the forum and the game to track any instances of SCP-1935. Users posting instances of SCP-1935 will be IP tracked and given a Class-A amnesiac. All parties involved in these instances will be IP tracked and terminated. In the event that containment of SCP-1935 is impossible, Procedure 240-Ralex will be carried out. Details of Procedure 240-Ralex are found at [REDACTED]-[REDACTED].

Description: SCP-1935 is a memetic cognitohazard that is spread by using the "tell" function in the multiplayer text game [REDACTED]. SCP-1935 has been started by the user [REDACTED] in ______ __, ____ and spread to a minimum of four people, sending the number [REDACTED] to the user [REDACTED]. The recipient experienced disorientation, and posted to the game's forums about SCP-1935. Foundation agents embedded in the game community [REDACTED].

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED]

Addendum: Following Incident [REDACTED], the classification of SCP-1935 has been changed to Keter. Procedure 240-Ralex and equipment needed to execute it are being requested. - O56

Rean

Completely unexpected after Rean got like 4th or something in the rampage to celebrate the donation from Mats' Halls to the Delos arena:

Ourania, Goddess of the Moon has bestowed Her divine truefavour upon you. It will last for approximately 3 Achaean months.

The Divine voice of Ourania echoes in your head, "I will not forget Him, on this you have My word."

That's the beginning of a log I'll be posting later on when it's cleaned up, @Ourania made me speechless like three times. What an awesome goddess, thank you person behind Ourania! You reminded me why I've been playing Achaea for so long. Many hearts, as displayed here:

Jonathin

Idelisa said:

Mosr tells you, "6666."

Mosr tells you, "Mis."

Minxie tells you, "6666."

Minxie tells you, "Ooops!"

You tell Forest Rose, Horai Minxie Gothfraidh-Moonflair, "You too?"

Atalkez tells you, "666."

Atalkez tells you, "Miss."

Noristae tells you, "666."

Senoske tells you, "666."

Noristae tells you, "Blah."

Senoske tells you, "Ahem, excuse that.".

Noristae tells you, "Mistell, sorry."

... wut.

Holy crap. I got a ton of people to do it. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it.

Erasariel

Remember, if Mosr ends up not logging on or posting on the forums tomorrow, you know what happened to him.

Lyr

Cassius has been slain by the might of a tiny pig.

The great hero Andronikies has been slain by the might of a tiny pig.

The gnome-slayer Torgados has been slain by the might of a tiny pig.

Karandros the Eater of Drowned Templars has been slain by the might of a tiny pig. 

All of the enemies of a tiny pig have been destroyed, and the tiny pig sits brooding over its throne of conquered corpses.

Arlanda

All of the enemies of a tiny pig have been destroyed, and the tiny pig sits

brooding over its throne of conquered corpses.