Thank you @Xenomorph for providing tons of laughs to an otherwise boring night. PS. Still trying figure out whether or not you were stoned / drunk / both.
Hmm...I don't do those things, but in the day, statistics alone showed predictably consistent patterns I'd wander off from achaea and into the same spots. Not just quitting, but walking off during a meeting and often into places such as unlocked cars, ajar doors of any variant, shape, or portal entry within a 7 mile zig zagging line, preferably in route downwind from business districts serving low quality food stuffs which often come with unlocked trash receptacles, I call this the "combo meal" (which people knock by the way, but havent liberated their mind to the blissful heaven of letting go, and becoming one with a literal sea of unused delicious food. Its one of those times I implore you, don't knock it until you try it. But be warned, its best to hit the road when you start to regain your bearings, cause waking up at 10am in L.A, means you can hangoversleep into a 100 degree shit coffin of food that was your friend and lover last night, and your scaldy enemy and domestic abuser, no longer loving but snuffing you the following morning. Oh, and for the h8ers...,
That's actually not a bad idea. I got a dual monitor setup, and you got a great idea in my head right now.
The birth of Xejus will begin after account activation. I'm all for waterbirth, which the lower flooded portions of the ranting sections will accomodate for the entrance of the messiah.
I gotta head out. I'd stay longer but I got prior convictions and....well, lets just say I should have removed Xejus from the water -before- I ran off to start a thread bragging about the birth of the Messiah, If you guys could close the thread and just put some ply wood against it, I'm sure this will smooth over. No birth certficate, no death. Im no lawyer, but common sense is this piss of excellence I mark on the trails of life. That's six months worth of shit to gnaw on, I'll leave you all be for a spell. Happy trails.
But in other news, said 'screw it' to worrying about paperwork and IG duties and whatnot and just had a fun night doing a bit of RP, talking with friends, discussing everything from writing stories to reading public news and doing absolutely nothing. I need more nights like this.
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Wow, that's funny. What is really sad, but not surprising, I don't remember that ever happening, yet there I am talking too. Looks like a responsible chap from time to time.
Shout-out to @Taak who, upon accidentally attacking my pet (who was absolutely fine after the encounter), sent me a hilarious and wonderful letter owning up to the mistake. Completely made my night.
No color. You are now a glass dragon. Your breath is a cloud of glassy splinters that gives massive bleed. How massive, you say? A blademaster Glass Dragon could change back to his race form, do the blade quest a couple of times, then brokenstar you when he finds the right name.
"How did I survive the bleed?" you say? The answer is 'Yes.'
Sir Arador Aristata, Disciplinarian of the Maldaathi (male Dragon)
That is all.
Kinda funny timing really, you were chosen at random because of hard work and just a good interesting start to work with. Rather than pulling a prank. I didn't know you were that close.
Had Meletus appeared when this happened, and said, "I'm here to fix you up for dragon, go ahead and put your individuality away, I've decided to spray paint you all shit brown from here on out in groups of 10, not to disrespect anyone on a personal level, but a reminder that you are all equally my curse and shame in life."
Well, that means the prophecy was fulfilled, and we collectively should consider the pros of suicide, while being sure to leave out those pesky cons.
Rave for @Xenomorph being cool. This has nothing to do with his posts on this thread.
You're welcome, and thank you again for your hard work. I say this because the truth of the matter is, -nobody- ever stops to. Take 5 minutes to recognize a person and praise their merits can have a lasting effect on them wanting to be here again one day. The Naga, as we all know, is ill to say the least, there is no reason to get into the details. But I say this, the man that thanklessly ate two-day old shit sandwiches every day without a single thanks, bears a stigma to certain uninformed people that he is responsible for the state of it or failing to fix it. The Naga are effected by factors that, as a collective, spell the recipe which creates the state of being you see. Some of the dynamics are far far from Mhaldorian problems, or even an Achaean problem. The society, the world of gaming and the internet at large plays a role in many things that occur in the grand scheme of things, that don't really get acknowledged or that I can factually measure, but that I believe does play a hidden key. In any case, its a series of things that affect it, inside and outside. Trying to forcefeed a new class down their throat is a good way to lose your arm. If someone dictated Maldaathi policy, whew, there is no question I would blow a lid and throw down no matter what, get booted and everything. Thats how these places are, and I'm glad that I understand that concept, or I would not understand.
Instead of shaking your head at a GM, and watching him wallow, as has been done for decades, you guys are about to see what happens when you fund a team of people in and out of an org, that are willing to violently attack problems head on, essentially bashing for decadence, while blugeoning any issue with a fat bag of gold and an attitude to match. Think big and take big risks and know that even if you failed, and you lose all credibility, that your bloated hepatitic liver, while painful, didn't drink away in vain. Because -you- for once truly tried to help a dynamic of just a small aspect of this community. What is underway is largely in its infancy, but we -will- I don't want there to be any room for argument that this was more bandaides, but rather dumping a 10 story hospital on a dying patient as a symbol of commitment. I won't spoil the fun, but the great leaders involved, especially Jurixe, are going to make this a reality with zero interference from me, with the only exception to the rule is me interrupting meetings to pass out credits and gold to true unoffical text support. The Naga -had- low numbers. Truth be told, the Naga is by far the most populated Guild in Mhaldor, everyone simply "invisible" on hwho is how I'm choosing to look at it. Essentially, all the BS and watching it die are at a crossroads that these people will have to decide. Life or death, no more tolerating not the Naga being bad, -but holding the city accountable to step in and brutal forcefeed the dying calf, willing to do horrible things to achieve this goal, but willing to let them control their fate, with the threat of this always overhead as a reminder not to lose motivation. The fact this idea wasn't done already, I have no idea, I assume it always got put on the GM. But I don't blame anyone for this, and I respect all previous leaders, I don't engage in that. They all had work to do. I'll have my petrified dookie pile you'll surely uncover with disgust one day, intentional or otherwise.
You will see the results a long time from now, it won't be easy, and it might not get the numbers we hoped. But improvement will happen. I'd kindly ask that the Garden, when approached by city government officials in this case, to be very willing to help. This will be respectfully told in the best way possible to reach the goal as dictated by the workers. No hidden tricks, lack of morality, or imbezzlement of currency changing hands -is at last reassured, as you hear that -I'm- not assigned to the project labor, but here as big picture work. Lack of participation from this key group will doom it, but we have faith they will respect this character-ran vision of preservation. I'm not one to point the stink finger, well, actually yeah I'm probably exactly that guy, but yeah, I won't let it be a secret if we get cut down, it wasn't us, and have proof to justify the losses. That will not happen of course, I have great faith that the nobility of the idea shows that their own customers take things into their hands for the betterment of others, and will of course support as they can.
I'm not reading these posts in their entirety, but as a physician I'm starting to feel a sense of responsibility to seek out Xenomorph and help him get some needed help.
That's why I like this so much. Let's not forget my good deeds always get ignored, as I'll show in the log of Logosmas 2008, you know, that really shitty day. Being the Source Nazi's you always ask for proof, well, this was pulled from Event News #3coughcough. Ugh, sorry still sick. Enjoy.
I'm the only guy that could save Logosmas and get killed for it anyways. Nobody ever looks at the good I do. Bah I remember it well....
-Stressed and divine hair normally with Elvis like perfection, the Terraformer was now a mess, as the obvious stress was causing the ragged Tecton to give up all hope. Thinking for a split second about breaking role and leaving what He new was a brewing shit grenade, He quickly stopped, and stayed in role, knowing in the shit realm, punishment for breaking role was severe, slid back into role with the comfort He would just pillow snuff him in game later, something neglected at his birth. -He did his best, trying to comfort the hysterically weeping mortals of Achaea that all the trees are gone, thus no Logosmas. Just as he's ready to direct the populace to the fruit punch table that will "end the pain" for everyone as a solution, Xenomorph walks in, resembling what appears to be a boss. Carrying a massive Logosmas Tree over his obviously jacked shoulders, it's no secret steroids are a factor, as he doesn't do anything. The tears drying from their eyes, hundreds of Achaens oddly notice his gait is a cross between a Detroit street pimp, and a beautiful African gazzelle, with its supple snap as his Captain Morgan leg hits the ground with his metallic jackboot. The oddly hypnotic movement is finally met with a chorus of cheers and praises. The citizens of Sapience have at last found a tree, and Xenomorph, who was obviously just misunderstood until this point, is cleared as an obvious moral saint.
Rolling his eyes at the disgust of the gullible public, Delphinus points out the painfully obvious, "For the love of god you idiots!! There are no trees left because -he's- the one that did it!!"
Coming to the conclusion that his stupidity was without a doubt, evolving into an airborne strain that was causing others to be just as daft, Delphinus orders, "Sieze him! Check him for evidence he no doubt forgot to throw away!"
Oi. Damn him, foiled again. As the outcome became clear, matches and gasoline obviously in pack, he saved Logosmas, but was executed the same day.
A hero in his own eyes, his depravity leaving only one tree.
Convinced that His only experience in the Amtrack Derailment slosh of alphabetic diarreah was enough reason, Tecton says, "Cheers!!!" downing a bucket of fruit punch.
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Hmm...I don't do those things, but in the day, statistics alone showed predictably consistent patterns I'd wander off from achaea and into the same spots. Not just quitting, but walking off during a meeting and often into places such as unlocked cars, ajar doors of any variant, shape, or portal entry within a 7 mile zig zagging line, preferably in route downwind from business districts serving low quality food stuffs which often come with unlocked trash receptacles, I call this the "combo meal" (which people knock by the way, but havent liberated their mind to the blissful heaven of letting go, and becoming one with a literal sea of unused delicious food. Its one of those times I implore you, don't knock it until you try it. But be warned, its best to hit the road when you start to regain your bearings, cause waking up at 10am in L.A, means you can hangoversleep into a 100 degree shit coffin of food that was your friend and lover last night, and your scaldy enemy and domestic abuser, no longer loving but snuffing you the following morning. Oh, and for the h8ers...,
That's actually not a bad idea. I got a dual monitor setup, and you got a great idea in my head right now.
The birth of Xejus will begin after account activation. I'm all for waterbirth, which the lower flooded portions of the ranting sections will accomodate for the entrance of the messiah.
I gotta head out. I'd stay longer but I got prior convictions and....well, lets just say I should have removed Xejus from the water -before- I ran off to start a thread bragging about the birth of the Messiah, If you guys could close the thread and just put some ply wood against it, I'm sure this will smooth over. No birth certficate, no death. Im no lawyer, but common sense is this piss of excellence I mark on the trails of life. That's six months worth of shit to gnaw on, I'll leave you all be for a spell. Happy trails.
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
Wow, that's funny. What is really sad, but not surprising, I don't remember that ever happening, yet there I am talking too. Looks like a responsible chap from time to time.
Kinda funny timing really, you were chosen at random because of hard work and just a good interesting start to work with. Rather than pulling a prank. I didn't know you were that close.
Had Meletus appeared when this happened, and said, "I'm here to fix you up for dragon, go ahead and put your individuality away, I've decided to spray paint you all shit brown from here on out in groups of 10, not to disrespect anyone on a personal level, but a reminder that you are all equally my curse and shame in life."
Well, that means the prophecy was fulfilled, and we collectively should consider the pros of suicide, while being sure to leave out those pesky cons.
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
You're welcome, and thank you again for your hard work. I say this because the truth of the matter is, -nobody- ever stops to. Take 5 minutes to recognize a person and praise their merits can have a lasting effect on them wanting to be here again one day. The Naga, as we all know, is ill to say the least, there is no reason to get into the details. But I say this, the man that thanklessly ate two-day old shit sandwiches every day without a single thanks, bears a stigma to certain uninformed people that he is responsible for the state of it or failing to fix it. The Naga are effected by factors that, as a collective, spell the recipe which creates the state of being you see. Some of the dynamics are far far from Mhaldorian problems, or even an Achaean problem. The society, the world of gaming and the internet at large plays a role in many things that occur in the grand scheme of things, that don't really get acknowledged or that I can factually measure, but that I believe does play a hidden key. In any case, its a series of things that affect it, inside and outside. Trying to forcefeed a new class down their throat is a good way to lose your arm. If someone dictated Maldaathi policy, whew, there is no question I would blow a lid and throw down no matter what, get booted and everything. Thats how these places are, and I'm glad that I understand that concept, or I would not understand.
Instead of shaking your head at a GM, and watching him wallow, as has been done for decades, you guys are about to see what happens when you fund a team of people in and out of an org, that are willing to violently attack problems head on, essentially bashing for decadence, while blugeoning any issue with a fat bag of gold and an attitude to match. Think big and take big risks and know that even if you failed, and you lose all credibility, that your bloated hepatitic liver, while painful, didn't drink away in vain. Because -you- for once truly tried to help a dynamic of just a small aspect of this community. What is underway is largely in its infancy, but we -will- I don't want there to be any room for argument that this was more bandaides, but rather dumping a 10 story hospital on a dying patient as a symbol of commitment. I won't spoil the fun, but the great leaders involved, especially Jurixe, are going to make this a reality with zero interference from me, with the only exception to the rule is me interrupting meetings to pass out credits and gold to true unoffical text support. The Naga -had- low numbers. Truth be told, the Naga is by far the most populated Guild in Mhaldor, everyone simply "invisible" on hwho is how I'm choosing to look at it. Essentially, all the BS and watching it die are at a crossroads that these people will have to decide. Life or death, no more tolerating not the Naga being bad, -but holding the city accountable to step in and brutal forcefeed the dying calf, willing to do horrible things to achieve this goal, but willing to let them control their fate, with the threat of this always overhead as a reminder not to lose motivation. The fact this idea wasn't done already, I have no idea, I assume it always got put on the GM. But I don't blame anyone for this, and I respect all previous leaders, I don't engage in that. They all had work to do. I'll have my petrified dookie pile you'll surely uncover with disgust one day, intentional or otherwise.
You will see the results a long time from now, it won't be easy, and it might not get the numbers we hoped. But improvement will happen. I'd kindly ask that the Garden, when approached by city government officials in this case, to be very willing to help. This will be respectfully told in the best way possible to reach the goal as dictated by the workers. No hidden tricks, lack of morality, or imbezzlement of currency changing hands -is at last reassured, as you hear that -I'm- not assigned to the project labor, but here as big picture work. Lack of participation from this key group will doom it, but we have faith they will respect this character-ran vision of preservation. I'm not one to point the stink finger, well, actually yeah I'm probably exactly that guy, but yeah, I won't let it be a secret if we get cut down, it wasn't us, and have proof to justify the losses. That will not happen of course, I have great faith that the nobility of the idea shows that their own customers take things into their hands for the betterment of others, and will of course support as they can.
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...But you'll always follow the voices beneath.
That's why I like this so much. Let's not forget my good deeds always get ignored, as I'll show in the log of Logosmas 2008, you know, that really shitty day. Being the Source Nazi's you always ask for proof, well, this was pulled from Event News #3coughcough. Ugh, sorry still sick. Enjoy.
I'm the only guy that could save Logosmas and get killed for it anyways. Nobody ever looks at the good I do. Bah I remember it well....
-Stressed and divine hair normally with Elvis like perfection, the Terraformer was now a mess, as the obvious stress was causing the ragged Tecton to give up all hope. Thinking for a split second about breaking role and leaving what He new was a brewing shit grenade, He quickly stopped, and stayed in role, knowing in the shit realm, punishment for breaking role was severe, slid back into role with the comfort He would just pillow snuff him in game later, something neglected at his birth. -He did his best, trying to comfort the hysterically weeping mortals of Achaea that all the trees are gone, thus no Logosmas. Just as he's ready to direct the populace to the fruit punch table that will "end the pain" for everyone as a solution, Xenomorph walks in, resembling what appears to be a boss. Carrying a massive Logosmas Tree over his obviously jacked shoulders, it's no secret steroids are a factor, as he doesn't do anything. The tears drying from their eyes, hundreds of Achaens oddly notice his gait is a cross between a Detroit street pimp, and a beautiful African gazzelle, with its supple snap as his Captain Morgan leg hits the ground with his metallic jackboot. The oddly hypnotic movement is finally met with a chorus of cheers and praises. The citizens of Sapience have at last found a tree, and Xenomorph, who was obviously just misunderstood until this point, is cleared as an obvious moral saint.
Rolling his eyes at the disgust of the gullible public, Delphinus points out the painfully obvious, "For the love of god you idiots!! There are no trees left because -he's- the one that did it!!"
Coming to the conclusion that his stupidity was without a doubt, evolving into an airborne strain that was causing others to be just as daft, Delphinus orders, "Sieze him! Check him for evidence he no doubt forgot to throw away!"
Oi. Damn him, foiled again. As the outcome became clear, matches and gasoline obviously in pack, he saved Logosmas, but was executed the same day.
A hero in his own eyes, his depravity leaving only one tree.
Convinced that His only experience in the Amtrack Derailment slosh of alphabetic diarreah was enough reason, Tecton says, "Cheers!!!" downing a bucket of fruit punch.
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