Exasperated, you throw up your hands and sigh, "Women!"

Context is unimportant.

When they make Quotes 6, "Context is unimportant" should be the subtitle.

Message #1415 Sent by: Shaddus
11/09 06:26 "IRL, No doesn't mean no, it means " eat me out first". ."

But you are, Blanche! You ARE in that chair!

Vibrating Clockwork Ninjas, buy one today!

coughneurosiscough

In the mind of a future griefer...


Lekius tells you, "There ya go, killed Romero."

tell lekius why Romero?
You tell Lekius Aramanth, the Artform, "Why Romero?"

Lekius tells you, "Wasn't he the one who was killing novices?"

reply no
You tell Lekius Aramanth, the Artform, "No."

reply that was Corientumr
You tell Lekius Aramanth, the Artform, "That was Corientumr."

Lekius tells you, "Oh, well..then it's cause he's the Fist."

Double post!



Lendren Starfall says, "Maybe everyone should just strip. It'd be easier than the negotiations."

Context unneeded.

The subtitle of the thread states that context is unimportant.

I think everyone can stop now.

During Wildnodes:

(Glomdoring): Xenthos says, "Desitrus, Vathael, Nydekion, and Thoros on Cancer."
(Glomdoring): Izekeal says, "Fighting, with luck."
You tell Izekeal, "Well you know they're not hugging each other."
Izekeal tells you, "Eh... S&M?"

>.> I know nothing.

That was in response to her message saying "no means no!"

(Harbingers): Daedalion says, "Amarysse!"

(Harbingers): Amarysse says, "Daedalion!"

(Harbingers): Daedalion says, "I need a desk.. mine seems to have... vanished."

(Harbingers): Shikha (from Limbo) says, "Shaddus is a wonderful artisan, if you are looking for a reference."

(Harbingers): Amarysse says, "If you'd prefer to have someone else do it, Lord Dirgesinger, I will of course understand."

(Harbingers): Daedalion says, "I just want a desk.. I can hardly do unspeakable things to my wife on it if I don't have one."

(Harbingers): Marlucia says, "Thank you for that image. I'll be killing myself now."

(Harbingers): Daedalion says, "Hahah."

(Harbingers): Waring says, "Keep going, Dirgesinger..."

(Harbingers): Waring says, "I'm writing a romance novel, I need all of the ideas can get."

(Harbingers): Marlucia says, "My, how askew your ideas of 'romance' are.."

(Harbingers): Daedalion says, "I don't think your mind could handle the images of what we do, Waring."

(Harbingers): Waring says, "Actually, I can."

(Harbingers): Nocht says, "I'm not sure even Mine can, little one."

(Harbingers): Waring says, "I used to be a Celestian. There is plenty of room in my empty head to take in quite a bit."

(Harbingers): Amarysse says, "This is certainly the most colorful conversation I've heard on this aether in quite some time."

(Harbingers): Marlucia says, "Colorful, how tactful you are, Amarysse. I admire that."

(Harbingers): You say, "I find the best inspiration for writing comes from practice. I'll help you prepare for your novel, Waring."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, the Princess of Mourning yells, "You will not, Sadhyra!"

(Harbingers): You say, "Granted, my idea of romance involves lots of presents of gems and herbs and completely chaste encounters."

You yell, "Just securing my own dowry, mother."

Lady Somaria y'Kaliath, the Princess of Mourning yells, "And that had better be all."

Nocht, the Silent has bestowed His divine favour upon you. It will last for 1 month.

(Harbingers): Marlucia says, "Thanks for clarifying, Sadhyra. Scared me for a moment."

(Harbingers): Waring says, "Of course. I'm a engaged man, Sahyra. You know that."

(Harbingers): Waring says, "Ahem, Sadhyra, rather."

(Harbingers): You say, "With that kind of enunciation, I'm shocked you managed to snag her."

Urazial tells you, "Too bad for you, eh?"

(Harbingers): You say, "I'll not ponder the implications, actually."

You tell Lord Urazial Inseira, Song of the Wyrd, "I'm crying. Inside. In a dark, dark place where nobody can see."

You tell Lord Urazial Inseira, Song of the Wyrd, "I swear. Cut to pieces."

Urazial tells you, "Yes. It sounds somewhat like Athine's crying sounded like when she told me her daughter was the one engaged to him."

(Skeleton Hearth): Xiel says, "Bowling with small balls sux."

You people ruin my innocence.

When did I piss YOU off?

Er, wha?

Daed asked me to make him a desk, and Shikha mentioned you... so I said if he wanted you to make it instead, I wouldn't mind.

Ah. Context.

CONTEXT DOESN'T MATTER!!

Pfft. Here you had me thinking I'd actually offended you!

Typhoeus has got to have one of the best written descripts I've seen in quite a while. Or maybe I'm an idiot. Either way.

He is a fiendish master viscanti and is 5 feet and 10 inches tall with pale,
crimson skin. Sporting a lithe figure, this creature's musculature is lean and
unencumbered. Framing his chiseled facial structure and strong jawline, a thatch
of fine, straight, platinum-blonde hair grows disobediently from his head,
interrupted by a pair of elongated, pointed Elfen-like ears on either side. His
arms are tattooed with occult symbols and motifs and end in hands with long,
dextrous fingers whilst his legs and feet are thick and taloned, resembling
those of a gargoyle. Broad shoulders hold his frame proudly, his torso boasting
athletic structure though ravaged by hideous patterns of fleshy scar tissue. On
his back, stained blood red by the presence of Taint, have emerged notable
extensions of each spinous process on his vertebrae, being at least two inches
longer than anatomically proportionate, stretching his skin in these areas and
showing thick bone beneath. Above a small, tight mouth, and slender nose are
situated a pair of haunted, pearlescent, milk-white irises that stare out
hungrily, reflecting some inner disturbation. A thin, vertical scar, a vein of
once-molten steel, has been cast into a cut down the left side of his face,
stopping at the top of his eye but continuing on from its bottom to the middle
of his cheek. He is wearing a canvas backpack, enveloping robes of oily black
leather, polished black boots, a spiked steel mask, and a spiked cilice belt.