And where was I when this was an emote?! D:

Oh really? I became curious the other day. Why when you have 2 mirrors parralel to each other, you only see about 6 - 25 copies of the object between the two mirrors, and not something closer to infinite?

That's light dynamics, not photon interactions. Major difference!

That gives Lusternia a tragic note, since that's more the sign of a dieing civilisation, I guess.

It's far more tragic than that: every time we find out more about what the giants in the playground did, and play with it, we nearly destroy ourselves, burned by the hubris of our predecessors and our own. Lovecraft-inspired is rarely uplifting stuff!

Lusternia started with an impersonal, unhuman cosmic hermaphrodite. It's existance was fundementally meaningless aside from the fact that it became depressed and bitterly lonely before going utterly mad and hacking bits of Himself off and gibbering at his new "friends". Then one of those severed God chuncks started ripping itself apart, producing mindcrushingly horrific monsters that all hated eachother. The blood hunks of divine gore resulting from the dismembered corpse of an even more powerful god who had also kill itself started killing and eating eachother. Then Magnora, their "aunt" starts killing them all and their "mother" starts helping her sister with the murder of her insane, murderous children. Then Yudhe's son (who's hermaphrodite mother-father couldn't even be bothered to name before leaving to do who knows what) starts sticking it's essence into the bits of Dynara that are running around, resulting in beings who are finally able to recognize how profoundly screwed up the world is and proceed to try to cry themselves to sleep and forget everything, stare at the world they were born into with uncomprehending repulsion and fear, create fantasy worlds around themselves to block out the horrors of the universe with the Godly equivelent of "lalalala i can't hear you, she's not dead, she can't be dead, please don't let her be dead, stop telling lies you monster, why me?" or dismembering themselves, trying to pretend that's a normal and reasonable course of action. Then these almost sympathetic charecters are all murdered, brutally, except for the ones that do themselves in out of fear. And then it gets worse.

Lusternia does not have tragic notes as much as it does a tragic jackhammer hammering unhappiness and despair into the skull through the eyesocket. It's more grim and dark than Warhammer 40K, more screwed up than Poe, and more creative with the cosmic body horror than the Old Testement. And I don't even think Estarra planned it that way.

I think I either fell in love with you, or I have gas.


Probably gas. Those elfen eggrolls went down the wrong pipe.

Lusternia started from Slaneesh?! That explains much.

I remember this. It was awesome.

Aww Caerulo, you were so fun.

You scared me out of my pants! You were so convincing, it took me hours to actually tell myself that it was Shayle the character and not you that was mad at me. I thought I was dead meat!

And it turned out fun.

This is mostly an unfortunate side-effect of having an ever-changing admin-team with different people in similar positions who all think differently about various issues. I would agree with you that certain things are in need of an overhaul and straightening out and it would also be a great help to have a clear file summarising the various policies. The problem is that this will be a job of such gargantuan proportions that, for the moment, no one has time to undertake it (a side-effect of being volunteers and having something disagreeable called a 'life' outside of lusternia).

The germaphobe aspect of Shayle was one of my absolute favorite little character quirks to roleplay.

And I could have never been angry with Caerulo (or you!).

...Life? What's life?