We're playing around with different people taking different modules on our aetherhunts, which is causing many interesting complications. Near death, misfires, and slivven-related fatalities were had, but, I think all present would agree that this one problem takes the cake:

Never had Mushclient crash like that before... twice. As soon as I tried to module lock when I got back DEATH. Nice Job Breaking It Hero

The only way I could tell he was still doing it was seeing the swiftwind message ZOOM by every now and again. Other than that it was a wall of blue. Here on my side of the monitor, I was cracking up, wondering how in the world we were going to stop him.

Arte: erk
Phoebus: QUICK
Phoebus: TURN IT OFF
Arte: can't
Arte: mush is
Arte: frozen
Phoebus: ctrl alt del for gods sake
Arte: did it stop?
Phoebus: NO
Arte: ctrl alt delete is not working
Arte: oh
Arte: okay
Arte: that was weird
Arte: but
Arte: hilarious
Arte: oh man
Arte: did I spam everyone out?
Phoebus: yes
Phoebus: you killed pretty much everyone

Person says, "Politics is the caress of a croquet mallet wrapped in silk impacting with your temple."

Attempts were made to stop him. Here is what was going on on AIM between the two of us at the time:

Psh. You forgot the simplest solution: Yank the network cable

Unless your chara is messed like mine is, where it stays logged in after DC, and you log in with another chara and see your first one still there. :/ (true story)

She is an ordinary human and is a fantasy come to life, her ripe young body sculpted into sweeping angles and bountiful valleys. Exceptionally tall, she carries her every inch with nobility and grace, from the cascade of magnificent black hair which crowns her head to the tips of her painted toes. Her features are sharp and regal, with high cheekbones curving into hollow cheeks, and sultry silver eyes which gaze entrancingly from their deep sockets. With her pointed nose and narrow jaw, her face might look pinched if it weren't for her plump, pouty red lips. Her glistening mouth parts every few moment to allow her long pink tongue to wander, wetting her lips and tasting the air. Her slender neck sweeps down to meet a delicate collar and toned arms which end in deft, painted fingers. Her breasts make for a bounty of flesh; the creamy, swollen mounds jut tantalizingly from her chest, bouncing and swaying ponderously with each movement. Beneath, her narrow, muscular belly flares into a pair of wide hips and powerful thighs which support the globes of her perky rear. Her thighs taper down towards dainty, arched feet, toes painted the same sparkling silver as her fingernails. Six thick, fleshy tentacles erupt from her back in vertical rows of three, their lengths glistening with an indistinguishable fluid. She is wearing a lace choker of flames, a platinum rose weddingband, a scandalous pair of low-slung thong panties, a transparent black bra, a diamond navel stud with a silver waist chain through her navel, and a platinum stud set with onyx through her tongue. Her hands are gigantic.

I know it is wrong to poke at other people, but I just had to post this

My favorite part is that last sentence.

Casilu says, "I heard you like swords, so I put a sword on your sword so you can stab while you stab."

Vathael has been choked to death by Disciple of Eventide, Vadi Stormcrow.