mimi: Celest-Laxinova says, "Then we would have wood!"
mimi: Celest-You say, "not like you need wood for anything Laxi..."
Verithrax: Laxinova needs wood to make a staff with a knob on the end.
Verithrax: Because she has one IRL.
mimi: ROFL!!
mimi: its true though she is a boy
Verithrax: Yeup.
mimi: Laxinova is here, she wields a staff of the shamefull phallus in her right hand'
Verithrax: ROFL
Verithrax: I'm quoting this!
Mell: staff? bah. Twig maybe

11:53:54 PM: mimi: ...
11:54:08 PM: mimi: I weep for Celest this day, man if I coulf outcitizen....
11:54:21 PM: Anat: Mm?
11:55:03 PM: mimi: oh this 'Commune of Celest' business
11:55:05 PM: mimi: this is bunk
11:55:26 PM: Veonira: hahahaha
11:55:29 PM: Daevos: you can outcitizen yourself
11:55:37 PM: Daevos: it's quit hell
11:55:41 PM: Veonira: ROFL
11:55:43 PM: Veonira: QUOTING
11:55:44 PM: Daevos: works perfectly


I didn't want to double post but this cracked me up...
Rakor tells you, "Veonira tells you, "Would you marry the cold of the grave.""

Rakor's neurosis captured my inner-goth poet SO well!

On MSN...



Get some sleep, Shiri.

Ooooh! *marks his calendar too* Is it a weekly thing, or just this tuesday?

Ahh, the wonders of tracking...


3842h, 3842m, 3611e, 10p, 18110en, 18110w elrx-bond seek narsrim
A bloodhound scents the air briefly before beginning to sniff the ground,
following some invisible trail as it disappears, tracking its prey.
You sense through your bond that a bloodhound has found Narsrim successfully.
3842h, 3642m, 3611e, 10p, 18110en, 17710w lrx-
A bloodhound, your loyal companion, has been slain by Veradin, Narsrim D'cente`,
Moonlit Avenger.
3842h, 3642m, 3611e, 10p, 18110en, 17710w lrx-

Aww, poor puppy

EDIT: and I thought this was pretty funny

5476h, 6814m, 5476e, 10p eSxk<>-p letter

This letter is made of the finest quality paper, and is rolled into a cylinder,
with a red ribbon to keep it from unfurling.
It has 2 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
An elegant white letter is holding:
"club92650" a cowslayer's club
5476h, 6814m, 5476e, 10p eSxk<>-read letter

You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
For use on Ethelon, since there is no such thing yet as a 'cowardly
betrayer slayer club.'

Enjoy its use thoroughly!

The ghost of a malevolent demon suddenly swirls in front of you, glaring about.
The ghost of a malevolent demon says, "Munsia! Is that a wand in your pocket, or
are you just a necrophiliac?"
The ghost of a malevolent demon fades away back to wherever it rests.

(Bellator Societas): Ixion (from the Astral Plane) says, "Team britain,
yeah.. du dun dah dunt dah dunna dun da."

ROFL! That so great...<3 Ixion

Azrion tells you, "I've just been reading over Amaru's "The Art of Warfare"."

Azrion tells you, "It reminds me of things President Bush says."

(Bellator Societas): Murphy says, "Ixion stop drinking."

Yay.

Arguing with an Imperian-ite:

You teleport along the aether strands to the Moonhart Mother Tree.
The Moonhart Mother Tree.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Singing
a hauntingly beautiful melody, Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, stands here.
Towering high above is the Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous
branches heavenwards. A mature birch tree stands proudly here. There are 3
fierce timberwolfs here. There are 2 small screech owls here. There are 2 tame
wakabis here. There are 2 bay brown mules here. There are 2 white and brown
speckled ponys here. Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome
presence of a living totem. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular
monolith is on the ground. A striped badger is here, licking its paws. There
are 5 centaur hunters here. A red fox stands here, cautiously listening to the
surroundings. A folded tent lies here, ready to be erected. Mushrooms are
growing here in a perfect circle. A giant jovial wombat stands here on all
fours. Animated from death, a skeletal horse stands here in an imposing manner.
A tamed dashro sits on the ground here resting. A sleek russet horse paws the
ground as it searches for somewhere to graze. A humble donkey stands here,
twitching its long ears. Neighing softly, a dappled grey horse trots here.
Ezyth, the giant bumblebee is here. Dide, Seren Brave is here. Nessa is here,
sprawled on the floor. She wields a golden sickle in her left hand and a mystic
cudgel in her right. Veradin, Munsia, The Kamikaze Champion is here. She wields
a dark red tower shield etched in gold in her left hand and the Ancient Cudgel
of Glinshari in her right.
You see exits leading north and south.

Nessa Falassion says, "I might just vote for Klia on the principle he is not a
freaking moonie."
A wry smile spreads across Nessa's face.
You peer about yourself unscrupulously.
Munsia rolls on the floor, laughing.
Munsia rolls on the floor, laughing.
Munsia rolls on the floor, laughing.
Munsia rolls on the floor, laughing.
Munsia leans on you seeking consolation.
Nessa Falassion says, "Ah..there he is."
You say, "Oookay."

Morik Whitbaum echoes, "I sacrifice myself for the Light!"

Morik has been slain by the might of Morik Whitbaum.

The deep, multi-toned voice of Elcyrion booms through the firmament, "Let us have a moment of silence to remember morik."

(Less than a second later...)

The deep, multi-toned voice of Elcyrion booms through the firmament, "Ok done."


Hehe, it got a chuckle out of me.

Severed arteries ftw.





Before that started, I didn't even have a clue why she was glaring. Thus, I hit her a warning.

It seems I acquisito'd a weevil of hers.



... Did I over-react?

Nah.

Looks fine to me!