QUOTE(Desitrus @ Dec 5 2008, 10:33 AM) 590400
Finally, someone got it.
I don't get it even with the picture...
QUOTE(Ardmore @ Dec 5 2008, 09:37 AM) 590402
I don't get it even with the picture...
Watch Frisky Dingo.
Bup Bup.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czmQfUmDcMg
I've been saying it long before you people. 
But yes, BOOSH!
And I want Battle Rabbits..
Now we can never go back to Arizona!
But yes, BOOSH!
And I want Battle Rabbits..
Now we can never go back to Arizona!
A short experiment in fail (or, how not to defend Faethorn):
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La la la, I'm skipping about telling fae how marvelous and sexy Mother Night is, when I stumble across a certain Druid. Oh dear, me...
A crackling inferno. (Faethorn Realm.)
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Druid Lehki Mes'ard, Heir of Glinshari is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand.
You see exits leading south, west, and northwest.
You see the following people here:
Lehki, Sadhyra
You chew on your lip, considering Lehki thoughtfully.
Lehki peers at you unscrupulously.
You peer at Lehki unscrupulously.
"Shoo! Shoo!" Lehki says to you as he waves you away.
"Shoo! Shoo!" you say to Lehki as you wave him away.
Lehki lowers his head and charges you, slamming into your body.
You are hurled southwards by the force of the blow.
Driven spires of mercury.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A birch sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south, southwest, and west.
Commence the chase!
You tell Druid Lehki Mes'ard, Heir of Glinshari, "That was not very nice!"
Lehki tells you, "Pft, it was just a friendly headbutt."
First, let's put up some defences, such as a song!
The song "Safetydance" ends and fades away.
Oh, that's right. I had it sustained...
You grumble angrily.
Summer apple trees in fall. (lost) (Faethorn Realm.)
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. There are 2 brownies here. Druid Lehki Mes'ard, Heir of Glinshari is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand.
You see exits leading south and northwest.
Ha, ha, fiend! I've found you! The fae shall be saved from a fate of moonsnuggles and flowers!
You overhear Lehki confiding in a brownie how much he admires a brownie's dazzling mental and
physical skills.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving Lehki a friendly nudge.
Oh no you didn't.
You passionately present your case, fervently arguing your points with emotional appeals. Lehki is so overwhelmed that he eagerly capitulates to the emotional demands made in your argument.
Lehki compliments a brownie on his outstanding intellect and physique.
A brownie puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as he vigorously agrees with Lehki
that his intelligence and strength far surpasses anyone else.
A brownie ponders the situation.
A brownie says, "Well, I suppose I can leave Faethorn if Mother Moon requests it of me."
A brownie jumps into Lehki's arms, breathing deeply of the fragrance of the moonflower.
...oh yes you did...
Lehki peers about himself unscrupulously.
Your legs collapse from under you and consciousness leaves you as you pass out from extreme hunger.
Lehki glances askance.
Yeah, tell me about it....
You regain consciousness with a start.
You say, "..bah!"
Ever the eager one, I am not foiled so easily!
You passionately present your case, fervently arguing your points with emotional appeals. Lehki is so overwhelmed that he eagerly capitulates to the emotional demands made in your argument.
Lehki coughs softly.
Lehki unscrupulously quibbles about the smallest points in his argument, bringing up esoteric minutiae to support his radical theories. You can only blink in astonishment at his mindboggling logic.
The debate is on! Twists of logic, snares of diction, let the linguistic sparring begin!
Lehki passionately presents his case, fervently arguing his points with emotional appeals. The tempestuous argument overwhelms your careful preparation, leaving you shocked to the point where you find yourself capitulating to the emotional demands made in the argument.
The stress of this debate is too much! You throw up your hands in exasperation and curse loudly, losing face in front of your peers.
After a long pause in you and your interlocutor's dialectic, you lose interest in the debate and let your mind drift to other things.
...or not.
You say, "Damnit!"
You may drink another health, mana, or bromide potion.
Your legs collapse from under you and consciousness leaves you as you pass out from extreme hunger.
You overhear Lehki confiding in a brownie how much he admires a brownie's dazzling mental and physical skills.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving Lehki a friendly nudge.
Finger extended, Lehki pokes you.
Lehki ponders the situation.
Lehki shrugs helplessly.
Feh! A pox on your ancestors. Time for my secret weapon!
Lehki is now one of your enemies.
"The shadow's beating pulse runs swift, as life from you is softly rift," you sing, playing a lyre of silver and shadow with skittering, venomous tunes.
Lehki suddenly begins dancing wildly about to the beat of the music.
Lehki kneels down and touches his forehead to the earth, then whispers softly. A deep emerald glow ripples across the ground and Lehki's eyes momentarily flash with a matching emerald light.
Oh, it's ON now, girlfriend.
Throwing his arms wide, a look of utter joy infuses Lehki's face as his body vibrates and trembles from some inner surge of power.
As storm clouds form overhead, the forest rocks and shudders in a frenzy of life and activity.
Pfft, I've got this in the bag.
You double over in pain as your stomach virtually collapses.
...maybe...
You carefully watch your footing and shimmy down from the treetops.
The thorny vines rip into your flesh.
A fae knight exclaims, "You are an enemy of my queen!"
A fae knight exclaims, "You are an enemy of my queen!"
A fae knight swings his sword with deadly intent, the blade biting into your side.
A fae knight reaches to his back and pulls out a strange netting which he flings at you sweeping you
off your feet.
Your legs collapse from under you and consciousness leaves you as you pass out from extreme hunger.
...crap...
Squirrels chitter madly but remain unseen in the trees. You are pelted by acorns that leave welts and bruises.
Flying insects suddenly swarm you, covering you with tiny, painful stings.
A bolt of whitest lightning streaks down from the heavens and engulfs you. You writhe and shake in noiseless agony as the pure electricity ripples over your body.
Lehki suddenly begins dancing wildly about to the beat of the music.
You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.
Screw it! Go for the throat!!!
You imbue the 9th stanza of "Safetydance" with the vibration of Dirge.
"The shadow's beating pulse runs swift, as life from you is softly rift," you sing, as a lyre of silver and shadow plays deep, dark melodies, and you look directly at Lehki.
Your throat hurts as you struggle to maintain the killing note. Ominous black shadows rise out of the ground, slowly circling around Lehki.
Lehki suddenly begins dancing wildly about to the beat of the music.
Squirrels chitter madly but remain unseen in the trees. You are pelted by acorns that leave welts and bruises.
Flying insects suddenly swarm you, covering you with tiny, painful stings.
A bolt of whitest lightning streaks down from the heavens and engulfs you. You writhe and shake in noiseless agony as the pure electricity ripples over your body.
Lehki looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.
Pfft, hush you!
Throwing back your head, you let loose a blood curdling caw, bringing the killing note of your song to a screeching conclusion. The swirling black shadows that surround Lehki suddenly wrap tightly around him, squeezing the life from his body in mere moments.
Better prepare a funeral march - you just took out Lehki.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
Lehki drops a glowing moonflower.
Ha, ha! Triumph! Now...to get the body...
Paralysed as you are, your body is not able to pick up anything.
You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.
The soul of Lehki swirls in the air like a sparkling whirlwind, then vanishes in a flash of chromatic colours.
....bye.
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La la la, I'm skipping about telling fae how marvelous and sexy Mother Night is, when I stumble across a certain Druid. Oh dear, me...
A crackling inferno. (Faethorn Realm.)
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. Druid Lehki Mes'ard, Heir of Glinshari is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand.
You see exits leading south, west, and northwest.
You see the following people here:
Lehki, Sadhyra
You chew on your lip, considering Lehki thoughtfully.
Lehki peers at you unscrupulously.
You peer at Lehki unscrupulously.
"Shoo! Shoo!" Lehki says to you as he waves you away.
"Shoo! Shoo!" you say to Lehki as you wave him away.
Lehki lowers his head and charges you, slamming into your body.
You are hurled southwards by the force of the blow.
Driven spires of mercury.
The shadowy outline of a twisted forest casts a dark gloom here. A birch sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
You see exits leading north, northeast, south, southwest, and west.
Commence the chase!
You tell Druid Lehki Mes'ard, Heir of Glinshari, "That was not very nice!"
Lehki tells you, "Pft, it was just a friendly headbutt."
First, let's put up some defences, such as a song!
The song "Safetydance" ends and fades away.
Oh, that's right. I had it sustained...
You grumble angrily.
Summer apple trees in fall. (lost) (Faethorn Realm.)
Superimposed over this location, an ethereal forest reaches up to the sky. An oak sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. There are 2 brownies here. Druid Lehki Mes'ard, Heir of Glinshari is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand.
You see exits leading south and northwest.
Ha, ha, fiend! I've found you! The fae shall be saved from a fate of moonsnuggles and flowers!
You overhear Lehki confiding in a brownie how much he admires a brownie's dazzling mental and
physical skills.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving Lehki a friendly nudge.
Oh no you didn't.
You passionately present your case, fervently arguing your points with emotional appeals. Lehki is so overwhelmed that he eagerly capitulates to the emotional demands made in your argument.
Lehki compliments a brownie on his outstanding intellect and physique.
A brownie puffs up his chest and a crazy gleam enters his eyes as he vigorously agrees with Lehki
that his intelligence and strength far surpasses anyone else.
A brownie ponders the situation.
A brownie says, "Well, I suppose I can leave Faethorn if Mother Moon requests it of me."
A brownie jumps into Lehki's arms, breathing deeply of the fragrance of the moonflower.
...oh yes you did...
Lehki peers about himself unscrupulously.
Your legs collapse from under you and consciousness leaves you as you pass out from extreme hunger.
Lehki glances askance.
Yeah, tell me about it....
You regain consciousness with a start.
You say, "..bah!"
Ever the eager one, I am not foiled so easily!
You passionately present your case, fervently arguing your points with emotional appeals. Lehki is so overwhelmed that he eagerly capitulates to the emotional demands made in your argument.
Lehki coughs softly.
Lehki unscrupulously quibbles about the smallest points in his argument, bringing up esoteric minutiae to support his radical theories. You can only blink in astonishment at his mindboggling logic.
The debate is on! Twists of logic, snares of diction, let the linguistic sparring begin!
Lehki passionately presents his case, fervently arguing his points with emotional appeals. The tempestuous argument overwhelms your careful preparation, leaving you shocked to the point where you find yourself capitulating to the emotional demands made in the argument.
The stress of this debate is too much! You throw up your hands in exasperation and curse loudly, losing face in front of your peers.
After a long pause in you and your interlocutor's dialectic, you lose interest in the debate and let your mind drift to other things.
...or not.
You say, "Damnit!"
You may drink another health, mana, or bromide potion.
Your legs collapse from under you and consciousness leaves you as you pass out from extreme hunger.
You overhear Lehki confiding in a brownie how much he admires a brownie's dazzling mental and physical skills.
A brownie laughs and blushes, giving Lehki a friendly nudge.
Finger extended, Lehki pokes you.
Lehki ponders the situation.
Lehki shrugs helplessly.
Feh! A pox on your ancestors. Time for my secret weapon!
Lehki is now one of your enemies.
"The shadow's beating pulse runs swift, as life from you is softly rift," you sing, playing a lyre of silver and shadow with skittering, venomous tunes.
Lehki suddenly begins dancing wildly about to the beat of the music.
Lehki kneels down and touches his forehead to the earth, then whispers softly. A deep emerald glow ripples across the ground and Lehki's eyes momentarily flash with a matching emerald light.
Oh, it's ON now, girlfriend.
Throwing his arms wide, a look of utter joy infuses Lehki's face as his body vibrates and trembles from some inner surge of power.
As storm clouds form overhead, the forest rocks and shudders in a frenzy of life and activity.
Pfft, I've got this in the bag.
You double over in pain as your stomach virtually collapses.
...maybe...
You carefully watch your footing and shimmy down from the treetops.
The thorny vines rip into your flesh.
A fae knight exclaims, "You are an enemy of my queen!"
A fae knight exclaims, "You are an enemy of my queen!"
A fae knight swings his sword with deadly intent, the blade biting into your side.
A fae knight reaches to his back and pulls out a strange netting which he flings at you sweeping you
off your feet.
Your legs collapse from under you and consciousness leaves you as you pass out from extreme hunger.
...crap...
Squirrels chitter madly but remain unseen in the trees. You are pelted by acorns that leave welts and bruises.
Flying insects suddenly swarm you, covering you with tiny, painful stings.
A bolt of whitest lightning streaks down from the heavens and engulfs you. You writhe and shake in noiseless agony as the pure electricity ripples over your body.
Lehki suddenly begins dancing wildly about to the beat of the music.
You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.
Screw it! Go for the throat!!!
You imbue the 9th stanza of "Safetydance" with the vibration of Dirge.
"The shadow's beating pulse runs swift, as life from you is softly rift," you sing, as a lyre of silver and shadow plays deep, dark melodies, and you look directly at Lehki.
Your throat hurts as you struggle to maintain the killing note. Ominous black shadows rise out of the ground, slowly circling around Lehki.
Lehki suddenly begins dancing wildly about to the beat of the music.
Squirrels chitter madly but remain unseen in the trees. You are pelted by acorns that leave welts and bruises.
Flying insects suddenly swarm you, covering you with tiny, painful stings.
A bolt of whitest lightning streaks down from the heavens and engulfs you. You writhe and shake in noiseless agony as the pure electricity ripples over your body.
Lehki looks exhausted and opens his mouth in an enormous yawn.
Pfft, hush you!
Throwing back your head, you let loose a blood curdling caw, bringing the killing note of your song to a screeching conclusion. The swirling black shadows that surround Lehki suddenly wrap tightly around him, squeezing the life from his body in mere moments.
Better prepare a funeral march - you just took out Lehki.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
Lehki drops a glowing moonflower.
Ha, ha! Triumph! Now...to get the body...
Paralysed as you are, your body is not able to pick up anything.
You begin focusing your mind on your motor skills.
The soul of Lehki swirls in the air like a sparkling whirlwind, then vanishes in a flash of chromatic colours.
....bye.
Your commentary made me giggle. 
Doublepost but...
Entering arena and setting up:
Today is indeed a day for self pwnage.
Entering arena and setting up:
QUOTE
You clasp your hands together and weave a shimmering orb of swirling rainbow colours, which grows larger and larger until it bursts with a loud pop and explodes in a violent maelstrom of colours that whip around you.
You have recovered equilibrium.
The maelstrom of rainbow colours whips violently around, slamming bright yellow flashes, emerald green iridescence, and vibrant orange hues into you.
You have recovered equilibrium.
The maelstrom of rainbow colours whips violently around, slamming bright yellow flashes, emerald green iridescence, and vibrant orange hues into you.
Today is indeed a day for self pwnage.
QUOTE(Sojiro @ Dec 6 2008, 02:05 AM) 590755
The guild:
Kilana tells you, "I'm going to rune my rapiers and make precision blades,
what's the best 280 speed I can get precioun to if I don't care about damage?"
You tell Eagle Hunter Kilana Mes'ard, Bringer of Death, "Unsure, but x/190/240
is good enough."
Kilana tells you, "I don't want 'good enough' i want awesome, blow you outa the
water, dead in 2 minutes good."
You tell Eagle Hunter Kilana Mes'ard, Bringer of Death, "Not gonna happen unless
you're fighting bad people."
Kilana tells you, "I will be fighting bad people, that's the point/."
You tell Eagle Hunter Kilana Mes'ard, Bringer of Death, "...I mean bad as horrible
fighters bad, not bad as in ideologically bad people."
Kilana tells you, "Oh heh heh."
Kilana tells you, "I'm going to rune my rapiers and make precision blades,
what's the best 280 speed I can get precioun to if I don't care about damage?"
You tell Eagle Hunter Kilana Mes'ard, Bringer of Death, "Unsure, but x/190/240
is good enough."
Kilana tells you, "I don't want 'good enough' i want awesome, blow you outa the
water, dead in 2 minutes good."
You tell Eagle Hunter Kilana Mes'ard, Bringer of Death, "Not gonna happen unless
you're fighting bad people."
Kilana tells you, "I will be fighting bad people, that's the point/."
You tell Eagle Hunter Kilana Mes'ard, Bringer of Death, "...I mean bad as horrible
fighters bad, not bad as in ideologically bad people."
Kilana tells you, "Oh heh heh."
Aww! That's cute!
QUOTE(Desitrus @ Dec 5 2008, 08:02 AM) 590411
Cute!