Unknown2011-02-18 18:51:10
Hmm almost forgot about this design, this is what I was originally going to submit for beauty, but then I figured it wasn't beautiful enough and more bizarre. Now I'm wondering if perhaps I should've gone with it anyway!
a fighting ring of a doomed First World
examined
Encroached upon by menacing tentacles, a devastated First World sprawls across this lavishly detailed fighting ring.
commodities
marble 130 diamond 10 onyx 40 bluetint 5 purpletint 20 redtint 10 sugar 15 wormwood 20 mistletoe 20 faeleaf 20 coal 10 gems 15 powerstone 9 gold 5 fruit 15
examined
Dusted in powdered diamonds like newly fallen snow, chunks of obsidian onyx have been whittled down into the sloping mountains and  craggy peaks that enclose this peculiar fighting ring. One peak rises above the rest, entwined with little hewn steps and marked by nine throbbing, opalescent stones. Ever watchful, a gold figurine stands at the summit, arms crossed over its chest. A deep gorge in the middle of the ring brims with cerulean jelly iced with ribbons of sugar, quivering like ocean crests when perturbed. Bunches of daintily arranged wormwood stalks and mistletoe leaves create sprawling forests on opposite sides of the ring, though large sections have been knocked over and sprinkled in soot. At the four cardinal points, neatly spread piles of coal and crushed gems hint at what may have once been grand cities: miniature glass spires snapped in half; eroded stone pyramids; crumbling marble walls; and a prominent dark splotch are the only decipherable remains. Tufts of faeleaf and brown Balach sand cover the rest of this barren sculpted landscape. Finally, emerging from a black hemispherical pedestal below the arena are large, ceramic tentacles that hover menacingly in the air, poised in bizarre angles or clutching at entire mountains, casting twisted shadows over the field. Glossily finished, the painted tentacles are eerily life-like, from their slick eggplant skin to their white-fleshed suckers rimmed with sangria. Thankfully though, they are kept at bay by the duelling figurines holding the fate of this world in their tiny hands.
a fighting ring of a doomed First World
examined
Encroached upon by menacing tentacles, a devastated First World sprawls across this lavishly detailed fighting ring.
commodities
marble 130 diamond 10 onyx 40 bluetint 5 purpletint 20 redtint 10 sugar 15 wormwood 20 mistletoe 20 faeleaf 20 coal 10 gems 15 powerstone 9 gold 5 fruit 15
examined
Dusted in powdered diamonds like newly fallen snow, chunks of obsidian onyx have been whittled down into the sloping mountains and  craggy peaks that enclose this peculiar fighting ring. One peak rises above the rest, entwined with little hewn steps and marked by nine throbbing, opalescent stones. Ever watchful, a gold figurine stands at the summit, arms crossed over its chest. A deep gorge in the middle of the ring brims with cerulean jelly iced with ribbons of sugar, quivering like ocean crests when perturbed. Bunches of daintily arranged wormwood stalks and mistletoe leaves create sprawling forests on opposite sides of the ring, though large sections have been knocked over and sprinkled in soot. At the four cardinal points, neatly spread piles of coal and crushed gems hint at what may have once been grand cities: miniature glass spires snapped in half; eroded stone pyramids; crumbling marble walls; and a prominent dark splotch are the only decipherable remains. Tufts of faeleaf and brown Balach sand cover the rest of this barren sculpted landscape. Finally, emerging from a black hemispherical pedestal below the arena are large, ceramic tentacles that hover menacingly in the air, poised in bizarre angles or clutching at entire mountains, casting twisted shadows over the field. Glossily finished, the painted tentacles are eerily life-like, from their slick eggplant skin to their white-fleshed suckers rimmed with sangria. Thankfully though, they are kept at bay by the duelling figurines holding the fate of this world in their tiny hands.
Unknown2011-02-18 19:00:40
It's not technically weird or wacky, but I just haveee to show this design that I saw in Serenwilde.
It's so cool!
QUOTE
a scuffed mandolin bearing the stories of the road
This mandolin must once have been proud and shining, its cherrywood body
buffed and polished to a fine sheen, since in a few spots that gleam is
still seen. However, most of the mandolin's surface is now scuffed with
a variety of blemishes, each bump and bruise telling a tale to the
observant eye of the mandolin's many travels, the roads on which it was
carried and played, the weather it has endured and withstood, and the
trials it has survived. A smudged spatter of several colours of paint on
the top of the mandolin's bowl-shaped body clearly were picked up while
its owner was painting something; careful examination shows the
streaking resulting from an attempt to wipe the paint off before it
dried, not entirely successfully. Below this, a gouge running diagonally
across the instrument's back looks to have been carved by a blade of
some sort, suggesting a day of danger in mortal combat. A bruise on the
instrument's face reveals very fine grooves left by sand, perhaps a
sandstorm in a visit to the desert; below this, a progressive wearing of
grooves below the mandolin's sound-hole speaks of countless strums,
suggesting the instrument has shared its voice in a lifetime's music.
The fretboard is blotched and the neck slightly twisted by water damage,
and coated in a fine patina of the dust of the road, though it's clear
someone's made tiny adjustments to the frets to let the mandolin be
played despite the warping of the neck. A notch missing from one of the
tuning pegs is in the shape of an animal's tooth, though it's impossible
to tell what kind of animal it was. Through all this history of danger
and merriment, the instrument has been cared for, not to keep it from
showing its history in its lines and bruises, but to ensure its song is
just as sweet as ever it was in its youth, though perhaps deepened in
timbre by some of the changes, lending its merry tune a note of the
wisdom of time and travels.
This mandolin must once have been proud and shining, its cherrywood body
buffed and polished to a fine sheen, since in a few spots that gleam is
still seen. However, most of the mandolin's surface is now scuffed with
a variety of blemishes, each bump and bruise telling a tale to the
observant eye of the mandolin's many travels, the roads on which it was
carried and played, the weather it has endured and withstood, and the
trials it has survived. A smudged spatter of several colours of paint on
the top of the mandolin's bowl-shaped body clearly were picked up while
its owner was painting something; careful examination shows the
streaking resulting from an attempt to wipe the paint off before it
dried, not entirely successfully. Below this, a gouge running diagonally
across the instrument's back looks to have been carved by a blade of
some sort, suggesting a day of danger in mortal combat. A bruise on the
instrument's face reveals very fine grooves left by sand, perhaps a
sandstorm in a visit to the desert; below this, a progressive wearing of
grooves below the mandolin's sound-hole speaks of countless strums,
suggesting the instrument has shared its voice in a lifetime's music.
The fretboard is blotched and the neck slightly twisted by water damage,
and coated in a fine patina of the dust of the road, though it's clear
someone's made tiny adjustments to the frets to let the mandolin be
played despite the warping of the neck. A notch missing from one of the
tuning pegs is in the shape of an animal's tooth, though it's impossible
to tell what kind of animal it was. Through all this history of danger
and merriment, the instrument has been cared for, not to keep it from
showing its history in its lines and bruises, but to ensure its song is
just as sweet as ever it was in its youth, though perhaps deepened in
timbre by some of the changes, lending its merry tune a note of the
wisdom of time and travels.
It's so cool!
Lendren2011-02-18 19:19:45
Thanks. That was my favorite submission for Beauty two years ago.
Arix2012-01-12 05:14:37
Item: Cloak Type: Coats Org: Public Designer: Arix
Commodities: silk 10 gold 8 goldtint 5 cloth 5 steel 4
Mortal Reviews: Disallowed
Layer: OVERWEAR Bodyparts: neck
IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: CLOAK
Appearance:
a dazzling cloak of radiant gold
Dropped:
A large pile of gold cloth has been tossed aside here, left to dazzle and confuse passersby.
Examined:
An utter affront to fashion, this cloak has been designed to captivate
all who see it, presumably by being as flashy as possible. The bulk of
the garment has been sewn of gold-coloured silk, embroidered heavily
along the bottom with gold thread. The collar of the cloak stretches to
about four feet, and consists of gold fabric stretched and held between
a rigid framework of gold spokes, to appear as if the wearer had a small
sun behind their head. The spokes point back at an angle, and the ends
twist down into spirals, at the end of which small golden bells have
been attached, so as to announce the presence of the wearer at all
times. To prevent wear on the neck and add a bit of bulk to the wearer,
the shoulders have been padded, as well as reinforced with steel sewn
into the lining to about two feet on either side. The lining of the
cloak is sturdy ivory silk, covered in designs of golden cherubs, which
match the larger cherub cloak pin.
Comments:
Commodities: silk 10 gold 8 goldtint 5 cloth 5 steel 4
Mortal Reviews: Disallowed
Layer: OVERWEAR Bodyparts: neck
IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: CLOAK
Appearance:
a dazzling cloak of radiant gold
Dropped:
A large pile of gold cloth has been tossed aside here, left to dazzle and confuse passersby.
Examined:
An utter affront to fashion, this cloak has been designed to captivate
all who see it, presumably by being as flashy as possible. The bulk of
the garment has been sewn of gold-coloured silk, embroidered heavily
along the bottom with gold thread. The collar of the cloak stretches to
about four feet, and consists of gold fabric stretched and held between
a rigid framework of gold spokes, to appear as if the wearer had a small
sun behind their head. The spokes point back at an angle, and the ends
twist down into spirals, at the end of which small golden bells have
been attached, so as to announce the presence of the wearer at all
times. To prevent wear on the neck and add a bit of bulk to the wearer,
the shoulders have been padded, as well as reinforced with steel sewn
into the lining to about two feet on either side. The lining of the
cloak is sturdy ivory silk, covered in designs of golden cherubs, which
match the larger cherub cloak pin.
Comments:
Iktomi2012-01-30 10:50:00
^ This.... is what traitors to the Wyrd wear.
Arix2012-07-03 06:18:51
recipes gourmet 18080
You carefully study a cooking recipe.
Item: Platter Type: Gourmet Org: Public Designer: Arix
Ingredients: vegetables 16 spices 4 sugar 4 fruit 2
Mortal Reviews: Allowed
IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: PLATTER
Appearance:
a peculiar platter of pungent pickles
Dropped:
A platter of pickled vegetables has been dropped here, and is starting to stink up the place.
Examined:
Smelling strongly of vinegar and pickling spices, this dish
consists of a large quantity of various pickled vegetables arranged in a
pleasing manner. Around the edge, thin slices of radish and carrot
create an alternating pattern, with tiny pearl onions set every few
spaces. A second row consists of miniature gherkins, of both the hot and
sweet variety, displayed in a spiral and interspersed with preserved
radish flowers and mint leaves. Finally, the centre of the platter
consists of several large cucumbers cut in half at various heights
surrounding one very large whole gherkin in the middle, creating a
tiered effect.
Consume:
Taking a deep breath, you take a nibble of one of the radishes,
and a burst of heat and tartness fills your mouth. Quickly, you reach
for one of the carrot slices, and are refreshed by its crisp, mild
taste. You make quick work of the rest of the radishes and carrots
before moving on to the second row. The tiny gherkins flood your
tastebuds with alternating bursts of sweet tanginess and sour heat.
Afterwards, you look with some trepidation towards the centrepiece
before boldy taking a bite of one of the cucumbers, and find it to have
a strong but not unpleasant taste of dill. Polishing off the smaller
pieces, you finally take a large bite of the whole pickle in the middle,
and find that for some reason, the cook has filled it with strawberry
preserves. Surprise!
Smell:
This platter reeks of pickling spices and a scent you can't quite make out.
Taste:
A tiny nibble of one of the radishes reveals a burst of heat on your tongue, mixed with a tart flavour.
Comments:
You carefully study a cooking recipe.
Item: Platter Type: Gourmet Org: Public Designer: Arix
Ingredients: vegetables 16 spices 4 sugar 4 fruit 2
Mortal Reviews: Allowed
IMPORTANT: The main noun MUST use one of these: PLATTER
Appearance:
a peculiar platter of pungent pickles
Dropped:
A platter of pickled vegetables has been dropped here, and is starting to stink up the place.
Examined:
Smelling strongly of vinegar and pickling spices, this dish
consists of a large quantity of various pickled vegetables arranged in a
pleasing manner. Around the edge, thin slices of radish and carrot
create an alternating pattern, with tiny pearl onions set every few
spaces. A second row consists of miniature gherkins, of both the hot and
sweet variety, displayed in a spiral and interspersed with preserved
radish flowers and mint leaves. Finally, the centre of the platter
consists of several large cucumbers cut in half at various heights
surrounding one very large whole gherkin in the middle, creating a
tiered effect.
Consume:
Taking a deep breath, you take a nibble of one of the radishes,
and a burst of heat and tartness fills your mouth. Quickly, you reach
for one of the carrot slices, and are refreshed by its crisp, mild
taste. You make quick work of the rest of the radishes and carrots
before moving on to the second row. The tiny gherkins flood your
tastebuds with alternating bursts of sweet tanginess and sour heat.
Afterwards, you look with some trepidation towards the centrepiece
before boldy taking a bite of one of the cucumbers, and find it to have
a strong but not unpleasant taste of dill. Polishing off the smaller
pieces, you finally take a large bite of the whole pickle in the middle,
and find that for some reason, the cook has filled it with strawberry
preserves. Surprise!
Smell:
This platter reeks of pickling spices and a scent you can't quite make out.
Taste:
A tiny nibble of one of the radishes reveals a burst of heat on your tongue, mixed with a tart flavour.
Comments: