I have reason to believe that some unwanted disease is stalking our forums.

1) Urazial is happy-skippy (:cloud9)
2) Ashteru and Jack have a man-love thing going on
3) Talkan - Charune failure (more than usual)
4) Eventru spam/shouting rant thread - completely turned around
5) Everybody seems to be in a generally good mood

More on this on 10.

The forums do tend to be a bit better when the Admin are active in discussions.

And no major rant has broken out recently. I'm not sure if Mag has enough people to rant remaining at this point.

Most of them threw their hands up and QQ'd last night during the Demon Lord Raid

Isn't your little text under your Avatar a bit... off? The "from" section.

"Psst, hey there, can you see me?"

"Erm... hunh? What...? See you... I, uh... yes! Yes, I can see you! And now I know you're there!"

"Oh, good."

2) Ashteru and Jack have a man-love thing going on

You train a young stag with brown wings to gust.

The crystalline peak of Mount Zoaka.
This location is flooded with shallow, crystal clear water. The bright sun
shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. Like a crystal
snowcap, but solid all the way through, the peak of Mount Zoaka is not made of
rock but rather of a perfectly clear white crystal. Dazzling light bounces off
its extraordinarily reflective surface and facets, but where it is possible to
see through the brilliance, the crystal is transparent all the way through to
the rock beneath it. The view afforded from here of the surrounding volcanic
mountains and the gorge below is breathtaking. Off in the distance, however,
far away to the north, Mount Avechna can be vaguely seen to loom high above,
reaching through the clouds and dwarfing even Mount Zoaka. A giant, opaque
prism of crystal juts out of the ground, glowing with a gentle golden light. A
handsome, brown stag with a short dun tail wanders about here, his head held
regally. Heiress Aiyana Mes'ard, Dreamer of the Wild is here. She wields a
mystic cudgel in her left hand and a golden sunburst shield in her right.
Airyn Peulus, Nocturne of Spirit is here. He wields a rose-vine violin in his
left hand and a golden sunburst shield in his right. A pale ancestral spirit
swirls around him.
You see a single exit leading down.
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The bright sun shines down upon you.
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Heiress Aiyana Mes'ard, Dreamer of the Wild smiles and says, "As wonderful a
spot as any, Hadrian. Whenever you are ready, my friend."
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The thick scent of sulfur stings your nostrils, and the ground rumbles slightly
from volcanic activity.
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You say to Aiyana, "State clearly that you accept to sacrifice yourself for my
ascension of your own will! I don't want Gregori to hunt me down later."
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You hum a happy tune.
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Aiyana sticks out her tongue and wetly goes, "Pffhhttt!!"
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The bright sun shines down upon you.
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"All too far..." you sing, playing a rose-vine violin with a glorious harmony.
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The bold, brassy summer melodies soothe your ego.
The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of
the past to watch over you.
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You have recovered equilibrium.
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(Serenwilde): Aiyana says, "With service comes Sacrifice for the greater good.
Ignore my impending death."
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You imbue the 9th stanza of "Fight" with the vibration of Bardoon.
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The bold, brassy summer melodies soothe your ego.
The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of
the past to watch over you.
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Aiyana's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
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Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
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Aiyana urges her companions onwards.
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The bold, brassy summer melodies soothe your ego.
The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of
the past to watch over you.
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You say, "Thank you, my friend."
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Heiress Aiyana Mes'ard, Dreamer of the Wild says, "Of course."
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Aiyana gives you a respectful salute.
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You declare your intent to bear arms against Aiyana.
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Heiress Aiyana Mes'ard, Dreamer of the Wild says, "See ya when you're big and
glowy."
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The bold, brassy summer melodies soothe your ego.
The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of
the past to watch over you.
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Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
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"All too far..." you sing, somber notes tumbling out of a rose-vine violin, and
you look directly at Aiyana.
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You have recovered equilibrium.
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You sing to your ancestors to come and escort the soul of your enemy to the
Halls of the Fates. Unseen drums begin to beat and invisible spirits begin to
chant, as mists rise up from the ground and swirl around Aiyana.
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The bold, brassy summer melodies soothe your ego.
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With a final farewell, you bid your ancestors to depart. The mists solidify
into the ghostly forms of your ancestral spirits, solemn in their war paint.
Shouting and whooping, they circle around Aiyana and then rip the spirit out
of her body. With a nod to you, they bear her off to the Halls of the Fates.
You have slain Aiyana.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
Your soul cries out in ecstasy as it reaches new heights of power. You have
advanced to level 100.
You have reached the illustrious level of Demigod.
You feel your innermost energies growing to extreme proportions as a darkness
takes over your senses. When your senses return, you find yourself in a
different location and there is a strange feeling within you.

I've got to wonder, though: did you run unopposed in the EG GC election this time?

...Yes.

I got 40 votes this time! That's at least 4 people!

...Yes.

I got 40 votes this time! That's at least 4 people!

Wtf. I call foul. Everyone knows the EG is made up of Xenthos, Exeryte and you.

Never forget Ashteru!