Achaean Raves

Velyse

Rave @PeopleInCharge for addressing my bug. On a COMPLETELY UNRELATED TOPIC, rave @Voc and @Aerek for pointing out that a bug being assigned to "design" category does not mean that it's a design feature.

Tvistor

Xenomorph said:

...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....

Masterpiece.

Xenomorph

Chryenth said:

Liked for the first three lines.

Oops...I owe you a big apology heh, truly sorry about that earlier today. This happened several hours ago, earlier today. I really owe her an explanation, and a reason why I never showed up to meet you.

To catch everyone up, she comes to me in Achaea (lately the screen is basically a treadmill running at low/med speed with a steady rise) and I read what she says, but I'm so engaged in multitasking, I see something that at the time appeared to be, "Angry about something, Cain has done .... I'm not sure what to do" or something like that. At first, I was like. Shit. Cain was probably beating up a citizen for a perceived threat, such as walking by or the always unreasonable yawn of a younger, tired player breaking his law. I started running the gamut of things to solve the problem, shut him up, make him comply, or lure him away from Achaea with bribe. Don't need facts, just need to shut him down for a bit. Settling on a fake txt message "you've won a $5 wal-mart gift card" The vanishing act was a certainty. All the while synapes firing at a speed all too fast to read, a response was decided swiftly. Credit and bribe combo just in case too. It's a "number 3" as we call it in my circle of footpads and ladyboys - the dealbreaker should he decide to wait.

 I responded to this young slave of evil, --who was actually a Eleusis Freewoman, "Ah, I was not aware that this was happening at all. I have stopped my action, and I wish to meet with you immediately. I take your concerns very seriously, lets get this fixed."

At this point, she's probably thinking he's actually quite a nice man! She offered to me meet me, and I said, "Yes, just go to Central Courtyard."

"Central Courtyard?" she replied, as I began to think she was very new, or very bad at having a good brain. Thinking the time output could be wasted on a brainslug, I thought about passing her off to hard working Guildmate, Arador, then I remember the court order forbidding contact. So, ugh, Honor being my word, I agree to see if the mongoloid Mhaldorian Slave can meet me there. It's not until she tells me she's still enemied, since Bal'met, does the WTF? truly set in.

After using honours, I felt like vomiting, remembering my replies of "help" and "care." Now I know how a pretty woman feels, when she walks past a construction site, and everyone whistles and hoots. Feeling objectified, and used, the replies had an instant change in both shit giving, and general care for this at all.

"Ugh. To say the least, I do not like you or the subhuman dirt worshippers you squat with. The only reason I'm going to meet you at the Crystal Leaf is because I said I would. Meet me there, and just an FYI, -I will not be in any sort of hurry." I said with a grumble of obligation.

"Thats, ok thanks, Ill see you there." happy she still gets the assistance of a helpful person.

So I'm smoking and joking with Carmain, talking shop, as well as keeping up with tells, treadmill still running, when the memory starts to turn. With the finality of a cigarette butt quickly snuffed, I QQ, car picks me up. I'm about 30 miles away when it first occurs to me that I completely for got to go to the meeting.

I have this image of her shivering and on the floor in a heap, Crystal Leaf empty and devoid of life, only her tears comfort her. Where most men would feel horrible, I wonder if I could have shaken her down for anything. Jk. Heh, she probably thinks I went, "You know what...Eleusian. When I said I was taking a while, I meant tomorrow. Choke yourself!"

So anyways, I'm sorry about that! And I honestly tried hard to remember your name, yours starts with a C so I'm taking a long shot here. If you have no idea who I am and have the mace out, its ok, I'll leave now!

(Come see the man in game and you'll get treatment so good, your Eleusis time will be long enough to grab your stuff)

Yes, this all really happened earlier today. Paying attention, as they tell you as a child, was todays lesson for me. It would reinforce my resolve to do what is right and own up to your commitments.

We hoped that is.

Cynlael

Xenomorph said:

Chryenth said:

Liked for the first three lines.

Oops...I owe you a big apology heh, truly sorry about that earlier today. This happened several hours ago, earlier today. I really owe her an explanation, and a reason why I never showed up to meet you.

To catch everyone up, she comes to me in Achaea (lately the screen is basically a treadmill running at low/med speed with a steady rise) and I read what she says, but I'm so engaged in multitasking, I see something that at the time appeared to be, "Angry about something, Cain has done .... I'm not sure what to do" or something like that. At first, I was like. Shit. Cain was probably beating up a citizen for a perceived threat, such as walking by or the always unreasonable yawn of a younger, tired player breaking his law. I started running the gamut of things to solve the problem, shut him up, make him comply, or lure him away from Achaea with bribe. Don't need facts, just need to shut him down for a bit. Settling on a fake txt message "you've won a $5 wal-mart gift card" The vanishing act was a certainty. All the while synapes firing at a speed all too fast to read, a response was decided swiftly. Credit and bribe combo just in case too. It's a "number 3" as we call it in my circle of footpads and ladyboys - the dealbreaker should he decide to wait.

 I responded to this young slave of evil, --who was actually a Eleusis Freewoman, "Ah, I was not aware that this was happening at all. I have stopped my action, and I wish to meet with you immediately. I take your concerns very seriously, lets get this fixed."

At this point, she's probably thinking he's actually quite a nice man! She offered to me meet me, and I said, "Yes, just go to Central Courtyard."

"Central Courtyard?" she replied, as I began to think she was very new, or very bad at having a good brain. Thinking the time output could be wasted on a brainslug, I thought about passing her off to hard working Guildmate, Arador, then I remember the court order forbidding contact. So, ugh, Honor being my word, I agree to see if the mongoloid Mhaldorian Slave can meet me there. It's not until she tells me she's still enemied, since Bal'met, does the WTF? truly set in.

After using honours, I felt like vomiting, remembering my replies of "help" and "care." Now I know how a pretty woman feels, when she walks past a construction site, and everyone whistles and hoots. Feeling objectified, and used, the replies had an instant change in both shit giving, and general care for this at all.

"Ugh. To say the least, I do not like you or the subhuman dirt worshippers you squat with. The only reason I'm going to meet you at the Crystal Leaf is because I said I would. Meet me there, and just an FYI, -I will not be in any sort of hurry." I said with a grumble of obligation.

"Thats, ok thanks, Ill see you there." happy she still gets the assistance of a helpful person.

So I'm smoking and joking with Carmain, talking shop, as well as keeping up with tells, treadmill still running, when the memory starts to turn. With the finality of a cigarette butt quickly snuffed, I QQ, car picks me up. I'm about 30 miles away when it first occurs to me that I completely for got to go to the meeting.

I have this image of her shivering and on the floor in a heap, Crystal Leaf empty and devoid of life, only her tears comfort her. Where most men would feel horrible, I wonder if I could have shaken her down for anything. Jk. Heh, she probably thinks I went, "You know what...Eleusian. When I said I was taking a while, I meant tomorrow. Choke yourself!"

So anyways, I'm sorry about that! And I honestly tried hard to remember your name, yours starts with a C so I'm taking a long shot here. If you have no idea who I am and have the mace out, its ok, I'll leave now!

(Come see the man in game and you'll get treatment so good, your Eleusis time will be long enough to grab your stuff)

Yes, this all really happened earlier today. Paying attention, as they tell you as a child, was todays lesson for me. It would reinforce my resolve to do what is right and own up to your commitments.

We hoped that is.

You should really consider becoming a professional writer.

PS. I aint female.

Xenomorph

Well..not only the wrong person, I've insulted them by calling them a girl, the apology falls flat on its face, as is any chance of getting to help him.

I don't know if I can restore my honor...I therefore, Benoit myself.

Tvistor

I'm trying to figure out what drugs Xeno is on.

Xenomorph

On writing, I wish I knew anything about it in a business sense. Honestly, wouldnt mind being taken under the wing of someone that knows anything. Just let me slop some shit on paper, and instead editing/revising for maximum cannon velocity, 60 minutes invested could launch shit flavored gems some group or another might use. Who knows.

I will come off this medication soon though, and sadly, we won't see much than the uninspired "kill yourself" post it notes that save time, and tell the same story.

Had this one writing class a year or so ago, we had this awesome writer in there that used actual techniques that are academically perfect, and his writings were very high compared to everyone. Some people are amazing at it. Anyways, I wrote a paper on how Math teachers at all levels get to push insane levels of Math on students in the college system, yet the writing requirements are no where near as high, and math should be lowered because its f'n stupid. But yeah, I attacked it with the usual combos, attacks on the math people, attacks on their low writing ability and the university's expectation of it in comparison to math, calling their work glorified crossword puzzles, while ending with a dazzling fatality, declaring with damning resolution that I'm living proof of the things I've done, that you can get by with a basic understanding. I carefully worded in it that sitting around doing math is like whacking it with a group of people, only because the group is bored. I'd have to find it, the final one was awesome heh.

The teacher gave me a B for it, thought that there was too much anger in it, pointing to the paper the prodigy guy wrote as the real template for the assignment. Happy with his work, he was quickly disappointed as the students laughed, because nobody remembers what his paper was about, while mine was still stinging like crabs on the collective mind. The guy thinks its bs, I said his work was really good, but I did mine in less than an hour, the fact I didn't give a shit further expressing the point that college is a jack session that puts me to sleep. In all summary, take something good, and edit it. That's where it turns into a true ported and polished demon, ready to launch at whatever poor sap pissed you off that week. Given the motivation, this covers Democrats and liberals, all the way to Captain Crunch and his lack of ability to gain promotion.

Thankfully, I like history and could take that only for the rest of my life. Its not worth much money, and I wont go anywhere with it, so it sounds like im doomed to stick with it ha. I just want to read a history book, tell people to go away.

Cynlael

That sounds like an exquisite tale, buddy.

Tvistor

Probably LSD.

Xenomorph

Cynlael said:

That sounds like an exquisite tale, buddy.

Braw tale laddie, is without a doubt, the king. Makes me laugh every time.

Hey if there are any iphone wizbangs out there, I need some help getting my old data on this new 5. Got a few creds left,  hit me up.

Arlanda

@xenomorph can you post shorter posts? My eyes hurt reading them on my phone

Verily

A rave for the later bit of conflict this month. As one-sided as the results and such were, the talking afterwards ( @Tesha / @Tvistor / @Antidas) was an interesting change of pace. 

Ellodin

Xenomorph said:

On writing, I wish I knew anything about it in a business sense. Honestly, wouldnt mind being taken under the wing of someone that knows anything. Just let me slop some shit on paper, and instead editing/revising for maximum cannon velocity, 60 minutes invested could launch shit flavored gems some group or another might use. Who knows.

I will come off this medication soon though, and sadly, we won't see much than the uninspired "kill yourself" post it notes that save time, and tell the same story.

Had this one writing class a year or so ago, we had this awesome writer in there that used actual techniques that are academically perfect, and his writings were very high compared to everyone. Some people are amazing at it. Anyways, I wrote a paper on how Math teachers at all levels get to push insane levels of Math on students in the college system, yet the writing requirements are no where near as high, and math should be lowered because its f'n stupid. But yeah, I attacked it with the usual combos, attacks on the math people, attacks on their low writing ability and the university's expectation of it in comparison to math, calling their work glorified crossword puzzles, while ending with a dazzling fatality, declaring with damning resolution that I'm living proof of the things I've done, that you can get by with a basic understanding. I carefully worded in it that sitting around doing math is like whacking it with a group of people, only because the group is bored. I'd have to find it, the final one was awesome heh.

The teacher gave me a B for it, thought that there was too much anger in it, pointing to the paper the prodigy guy wrote as the real template for the assignment. Happy with his work, he was quickly disappointed as the students laughed, because nobody remembers what his paper was about, while mine was still stinging like crabs on the collective mind. The guy thinks its bs, I said his work was really good, but I did mine in less than an hour, the fact I didn't give a shit further expressing the point that college is a jack session that puts me to sleep. In all summary, take something good, and edit it. That's where it turns into a true ported and polished demon, ready to launch at whatever poor sap pissed you off that week. Given the motivation, this covers Democrats and liberals, all the way to Captain Crunch and his lack of ability to gain promotion.

Thankfully, I like history and could take that only for the rest of my life. Its not worth much money, and I wont go anywhere with it, so it sounds like im doomed to stick with it ha. I just want to read a history book, tell people to go away.

as an aside, from experience, a lot of math or science minded people turn out to be better with writing mechanics (except capitalization, apparently).  has little bearing on creative writing, though.

Mannimar

I have to concur. Thank you reasonable refugees for being reasonable. 

Tvistor

That whole conversation there were five serpents supposed to be killing Jacen, but they were incompetent so I had to pretend to RP.

Katzchen

@Xenomorph didn't you already learn your lesson about checking someone's gender first? :P

Jacen

I was just crossing my fingers you wouldn't call for backup over the random ass efreeti that showed up and lit Antidas up...

Xenomorph

I don't like it. It's the same rehashed, repacked, legalized smut that gets dwelled on with even stiffer intensity than a pedophiles d*** in an orphanage. Both of which, are equally sick in the head.

I don't use it, I'm living breathing shitting proof that you don't need it. But it will act as a condom for the student attempting to swim to success. They command you will pass it. Common sense and simplicity are a true guide, most people don't know. Years of observing some of the Armed Forces best leaders, I've come to the final conclusion a real leader of men is one that is a jack of all trades, and a master of none. A dynamic thinker with an ability to manipulate and use speech skills to recruit these team players that serve him for a collective agenda. Using his ace of spades, he directs these experts under his command to form a spearhead that can accomplish anything from attacking an assignment in the business world, to crushing pinko communists hiding in a humid jungle thicket that will soon serve as a grave.

I respect people who do good at any trade, and prodigys are important to develop as humans. Pushing one subject far too much to levels not necessary to become a highly effective inteligensia with bourgeois ties to spy on, only the implementation of 10 home economics class start to wake people up to "He's right, let's just stick to the basics and we'll get more done."

Hhaos

If I had a vagina, I would throw myself at Xeno for just being generally insane in an awesome way. On a related note, DIDN'T DIE AT ALL TODAY!!!!(also didn't log in but that's not always a bad thing)

Xenomorph

On a serious note, anyone getting rubbed wrong, sorry heh. Respond as an armed felon with a death wish would a veteran beat cop to solve this issue, "Dawww, come on man, go away!"

I will leave soon, as I have a lot to get done starting tomorrow. I'm almost done with this horrible sickness that everyone has been getting lately. Check the post count, have faith that God is real, prayers will be answered, and he will go away. Being sick, insane medications for it, having an iPad come up missing -which blocks WW2 study, become a perfect storm of events that ensure an unhealthy attachment to a computer with a keyboard normally wiped for dust, replaced by blood. Serving as his reminder that its time to hang it up.

Katzchen: I wish I could say this was new, it's a horrid habit that matches only my mischan rate. Kissing Nizaris's hand in the council chamber, to Kaevan's jaw dropping surprise (I thought he be h8ing on my chiv-mac btw) is a rude reminder he didnt check honours.

Zeon

Tvistor said:

I'm trying to figure out what drugs Xeno is on.

From the How did you discover Achaea thread:

Xenomorph said:

There's a methadone clinic at the corner of crenshaw and olympic. Next to one of the broken shitters "Achaea.com" was feebly written with a felt pen.

Jules

Tvistor said:

Probably LSD.

Dr. Walter Bishop Xenomorph talks to kids (and Babel takes away his membership):

Tahquil

If I had a vagina, I would throw myself at Xeno for just being generally insane in an awesome way. On a related note, DIDN'T DIE AT ALL TODAY!!!!(also didn't log in but that's not always a bad thing

It's Valentine's day. I'm pretty sure our vaginas are otherwised occupied.

Xenomorph

I'm dropping off my Valentine's goods here in a bit. I dropped some serious cash on an orchids arrangement for the lady, with the intent of just making a huge rediculous statement with something that leaves no question in her mind, what he thinks of her worth. Its like 230am, so this is making sure its done right. The things, I dont know much about flowers, stand out like a turd in a punch bowl. Extreme color in such a grey climate, light up an area placed and with a shelf life that is supposed to be fairly decent. They glow with serious color, and are big - big like the doughy swollen hams on a gravy drinking neckbeard's dinner plate. The coworkers of hers are without a doubt, going home pissed to their husbands, throwing their drug store fridge rose on the floor. I think buying that slop is asking for trouble. While some do or do not care about money, I just hope this doesn't set a permanent bar...

My best advice for Valentines day achaeans seeking love: Don't talk about achaea to hot girls. You need to be a man of few words, never telling her how you really feel, don't ever do that. I should not have to explain why we don't talk about our fight club, if that is mystifyingly unclear, well, I have to applaud such a shameless man, you go man, I'll CF you for balls alone.

 

Mishgul

Xenomorph said:

I'm dropping off my Valentine's goods here in a bit. I dropped some serious cash on an orchids arrangement for the lady, with the intent of just making a huge rediculous statement with something that leaves no question in her mind, what he thinks of her worth. Its like 230am, so this is making sure its done right. The things, I dont know much about flowers, stand out like a turd in a punch bowl. Extreme color in such a grey climate, light up an area placed and with a shelf life that is supposed to be fairly decent. They glow with serious color, and are big - big like the doughy swollen hams on a gravy drinking neckbeard's dinner plate. The coworkers of hers are without a doubt, going home pissed to their husbands, throwing their drug store fridge rose on the floor. I think buying that slop is asking for trouble. While some do or do not care about money, I just hope this doesn't set a permanent bar...

My best advice for Valentines day achaeans seeking love: Don't talk about achaea to hot girls. You need to be a man of few words, never telling her how you really feel, don't ever do that. I should not have to explain why we don't talk about our fight club, if that is mystifyingly unclear, well, I have to applaud such a shameless man, you go man, I'll CF you for balls alone.

 

It's spelt ridiculous, Sir. Don't make me bring the cane out again.

Kyrra

Orchids are gorgeous.

Xenomorph

Is it really? Hell I've been spelling it that way for a long time, makes me wonder how many times it slides. There are certain words, I can't think of them right now, but they are easy to anyone, that I simply would probably die if I was put in a room and couldnt leave until I did it. One of the words is "excercising" which if spelled wrong, I cannot tell. My eye sees a lot of words, a lot. But these two just oddly come up and cause a OK Corral cowboy showdown, except without dignity and intelligence, we stare at eachother some 90 seconds, ready to draw on eachother. To prideful to spell check it.  The other one is not even possible, and when google can solve everything, as you cant make chicken salad out of chicken shit. Thus can't even make logic of the turd placed in its search line, thinking it a brown banana. Like fears in life, its the healthiest for you when you suppress them, and avoid them. Then you don't have to worry about something that isn't there.

Jules

Ellodin said:

Xenomorph said:

On writing, I wish I knew anything about it in a business sense. Honestly, wouldnt mind being taken under the wing of someone that knows anything. Just let me slop some shit on paper, and instead editing/revising for maximum cannon velocity, 60 minutes invested could launch shit flavored gems some group or another might use. Who knows.

I will come off this medication soon though, and sadly, we won't see much than the uninspired "kill yourself" post it notes that save time, and tell the same story.

Had this one writing class a year or so ago, we had this awesome writer in there that used actual techniques that are academically perfect, and his writings were very high compared to everyone. Some people are amazing at it. Anyways, I wrote a paper on how Math teachers at all levels get to push insane levels of Math on students in the college system, yet the writing requirements are no where near as high, and math should be lowered because its f'n stupid. But yeah, I attacked it with the usual combos, attacks on the math people, attacks on their low writing ability and the university's expectation of it in comparison to math, calling their work glorified crossword puzzles, while ending with a dazzling fatality, declaring with damning resolution that I'm living proof of the things I've done, that you can get by with a basic understanding. I carefully worded in it that sitting around doing math is like whacking it with a group of people, only because the group is bored. I'd have to find it, the final one was awesome heh.

The teacher gave me a B for it, thought that there was too much anger in it, pointing to the paper the prodigy guy wrote as the real template for the assignment. Happy with his work, he was quickly disappointed as the students laughed, because nobody remembers what his paper was about, while mine was still stinging like crabs on the collective mind. The guy thinks its bs, I said his work was really good, but I did mine in less than an hour, the fact I didn't give a shit further expressing the point that college is a jack session that puts me to sleep. In all summary, take something good, and edit it. That's where it turns into a true ported and polished demon, ready to launch at whatever poor sap pissed you off that week. Given the motivation, this covers Democrats and liberals, all the way to Captain Crunch and his lack of ability to gain promotion.

Thankfully, I like history and could take that only for the rest of my life. Its not worth much money, and I wont go anywhere with it, so it sounds like im doomed to stick with it ha. I just want to read a history book, tell people to go away.

as an aside, from experience, a lot of math or science minded people turn out to be better with writing mechanics (except capitalization, apparently).  has little bearing on creative writing, though.

"Anyone who cannot cope with mathematics is not fully human. At best he is a tolerable subhuman who has learned to wear shoes, bathe, and not make messes in the house."  - I think this is true, unfortunately, and it's going to mean a very, very hard future for me as I strive to become more human

Xenomorph

We get laid. We aren't one dimensional, and all the math in the world won't change the fact that the advanced writer is a diverse man of international petigree, while the math teacher cares not for culture or look. With no frame of reference to social intellect, a supermodel is what his reality make his wife out to be, when reality clearly and collectively recognizes her for the Tundra Wookie she is.

Jules

Xenomorph said:

We get laid. We aren't one dimensional, and all the math in the world won't change the fact that the advanced writer is a diverse man of international petigree, while the math teacher cares not for culture or look. With no frame of reference to social intellect, a supermodel is what his reality make his wife out to be, when reality clearly and collectively recognizes her for the Tundra Wookie she is.

Yeah yeah yeah, just make sure you honours them first, like the nice lady Katzchen said :P