Grammatically incorrect entrance message.

Zarquan:

Grammatically incorrect entrance message.

Hmm, should be flows, not flow? Don't see anything else wrong with it.

"in from north"

Amanuensis Jigan says to you, "What I'm trying to say is that I may or may not be the sole reason
for the economic collapse, by myself."

I feel I gave a perfectly acceptable explaination for myself.

:Dazed:

<5459h 6240m 4736e 10p 23650en 28975w bd> recharge cube from cube
Be careful. Recharging a cube from itself could cause a feedback loop that might destroy the universe. Or just give you a headache, but best not to risk it.

Eliron tells you, "//Duckies, she once wrote friendfiction adulterous porn about one of her fathers. I didn't know there WERE boundaries in this relationship."

<3

Dang. My heart just skipped a beat at Iosai's total innocence. Hells yeah. <3

(Hallifax): You say, "But does nobody else have any jokes?"

(Hallifax): Portius says, "I shall attempt it. Why do birds argue?"

(Hallifax): Portius says, "They argue because some of them are very o-pigeon-ated."

(Hallifax): You say, "Oh dear."

(Hallifax): Portius says, "Precisely."

(Hallifax): You say, "I think everybirdie can agree that it was certainly coo-rageous of you to say that one aloud."

Within the burning heart of Brother Sun.
There are no obvious exits.
You are transported by the power of the Divine.

You say, "Oh no."

You say, "I don't want to burn."

Before the Matrix.
You are transported by the power of the Divine.

Junior Fellow Portius says, "Did you have a pheasant trip?"

You say, "I got put in the Sun for that."


EDIT: More fun!:

(Hallifax): Isune says, "Zvoltz, have you a pun? If you are so unimpressed by what your mortals offer."

(Hallifax): You say, "Oh, yes, Lord. If You have something, by all means, do share it with us."

You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."

(Hallifax): You say, "Well, in the meantime, I've got another one! What do you call a bard who forgets to sip quicksilver?"

(Hallifax): Portius says, "What?"

(Hallifax): You say, "Slow jams."

A lattice of energy crackles across the firmament in coruscating arcs of icy white brilliance.
As you begin to glow with a resplendent light, an electric thrill runs down your spine before blinding pain seizes your consciousness. As you open your mouth to scream, fulminating arcs of icy white brilliance explode from your body to engulf you in wracking agony before you feel your very structure collapse beneath the onslaught.
You have been slain by Zvoltz.

(Hallifax): Zvoltz says, "Did you think my pun was funny, dear Phoebus?"

(Hallifax): You say, "Well, it was only a matter of time before I earned my Order stripes, I suppose.

You quickly wipe the dust from your shoulders.

(Hallifax): You say, "But yes, a regular laugh riot, Lord."

(Hallifax): Zvoltz says, "I trust You found My joke suitable, fairest Isune?"

(Hallifax): Isune says, "I have this funny feeling I've heard Your joke before, Zvoltz."

(Hallifax): Zvoltz says, "Perhaps. It is a classic."

(Hallifax): Isune says, "Is that the term?"

You look at haunting robes of iridescent white that Sidd is wearing:
The expensive cloth of this robe has been bleached a ghostly white,
calling to mind the pale colour of a spectral being. Being tailored to
carefully fit the female form, the robe is tight at the top, resembling
a bodice that clings tightly to the wearer's curves, and widening
slightly from the waist down to the ankles. The neckline is off the
shoulder, exposing the collar bone of the wearer and much of the skin
below the neck, while the sleeves cap just below the shoulders, flowing
down and flaring out about six inches past the hands. Two slits have
been cut up the sides of the robe from the bottom hem up to the hips,
allowing freedom of movement as well as adding allure. The back of the
robe dips low, a few inches under the shoulder blades, exposing the
upper back and allowing for a pair of wings, should the wearer have
them. A thin layer of iridescent gossamer is layered loosely over the
robe, its pale hues shifting almost imperceptibly under the slightest
light. The gossamer has been shredded all along the edges, the long
strips of silk fluttering with every moment and every breeze, giving the
otherwise elegant garment a haunting, foreboding look.

Tramp.

Oh what, THE COMMS ARE CHEAP

(Peasantface): Tacita says, "Someone respond to Sidd in the Quotes thread with 'And so are you'. It looks wrong if I do it."

Illuminator Shuyin says, "Good job power lesbians. We kicked ***."

A white skull bounds in, bones rattling.

A white skull cackles hellishly at you.

A white skull exclaims to you, "Hey, whaddya get from a pampered cow? Spoiled milk! Hachachacha!"

A white skull bounds out of the room, cackling.

Someone is doing it right.

Doman says, "I'm considering kidnapping her. Thoughts?"
Doman says, "He's quiet, guess that means he doesn't mind."
Liwase says, "I'm going to kill you Doman."
Doman says, "Why?"
Liwase says, "For trying to abduct me.."
Doman says, "You could just ask me not to."

I found this funny for some reason. Don't know if anyone else will or not.

A streak of multicoloured light ignites the heavens, blinding in its descent.
Searing light knives your sight, colours leeching from your vision and shattering into a plunging
darkness that registers neither shape nor shade as a blazing star crashes into your body. Merciful
sparks burst in your peripheral vision, bathed in the glow of the Lady Isune, who flickers before
you like a mirage. Aching for beauty, you reach for Her hand - but the image unravels into morning
fire at your fingertips, and as the soaring flames engulf your body, you scream out words that drown
in smoke.
You have been slain by Isune.

I regret nothing. Must remember that letters arrive instantly though in the future.

While chilling at nexus:

As the Crown of the Exalted's presence is felt, streaks of celestial light rise up from New Celest, slowly at first before lancing into the distant heavens, piercing the mid-morning sky with a dozen pinpricks of energy. Growing in intensity they turn from pricks to orbs, radiant and beautiful, their pristine white glow casting a golden warmth upon the First World below. As quickly as they formed they burst, swirling clouds of golden and ivory dust rippling through the sky as they wash downwards, bathing New Celest and the Inner Sea in a scintillating warmth. In response the Star of Celest ripples and glows in the daytime sky, guiding the lost home as a shining beacon of hope. Soon the angelic choirs of Celestia rise up in song, their rapturous hymns echoing out from the Pool of Stars to fill the city of New Celest, rising in intensity before trickling over the walls. Soon the divine music of the Creche of the Light races outwards, flooding the Basin of Life, crashing against the Teeth, Southern Mountains and Razines with a startling burst, whispery figures of light dancing and singing before fading away.

(): Lothringen says, "Ogod spam."

(): Tulemrah says, "Alkdsfhkalsd'sjfl'a."

The Thousandfold's presence becomes apparent once more.

Meleris, Keeper of the Pool of Stars shouts, "Oh good, we know that isn't an imposter Lord Eventru!"

(): Lothringen says, ""A flash of light, everything glows, then it disappears." - Abridged."