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#151
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Death whispers to the staff, "I think she is on to us. Scatter!"
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#152
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Lady Persia moves from Mistress Luna to Sir Guillaume.
Lady Persia steps to Sir Guillaume quickly. Lady Persia avoids Kaze somehow. OOC -- Biowvac says, "oh come on... kicked out of battly by a damned hand wound" Sir Guillaume breathes uneasily. Lady Persia kneels down near Sir Guillaume. OOC -- Biowvac says, "lol" > @ooc "heh OOC -- You say, "heh" Sir Guillaume gasps to Lady Persia, "My love... Quickly... Fetch..." Kaze removes an obsidian longsword. Sir Guillaume burbles slightly. Kaze wields a blue steel pistol. > slide first bench n Kaze aims his blue steel pistol at Guildmistress Alessa. Alas, Poor Guildmistress Alessa for the ever evil Kaze is pointing that big scary gun at them. You slide a walnut bench now. Sir Guillaume finally gasps to Lady Persia, "...Fetch a tailor." Lady Persia gazes at Sir Guillaume frantically, "What do you need, my--" > stand You stand up. Sir Guillaume coughs bloodily. > @ooc "...*dies laughing* OOC -- You say, "...*dies laughing*" The drum of feet fill the area as a mounted beast gallops by, the rider making haste. Biowvac removes a metal hatchet. Guildmistress Alessa raises Lufia defensively. Biowvac drops a metal hatchet helplessly. Sir Guillaume shuts his kind soft blue eyes slowly. Biowvac grumbles at his cut large right hand. Sir Guillaume appears to be unconscious. > ------------------ Oh the vainity
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![]() A book is as good as its binding, but only as perfect as the words written within it. Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. -- Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73 [OOC Page] from StoryCoder Azrael: "I'm only the diet coke of evil."
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#153
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Flynn tries not to bounce, but its hard not to when you are a bunny.
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<(Currently Closed to Players)"Is THIS how it's told now? Is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob, Ankle, Cold, Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck, Time for me to retire now, And become a duck." ( ')< ![]()
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#154
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Storykitten Bast purrs, "Ack.. forgot the princess stickers."
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#155
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The corpse of a small dark-brown skink dies from its wounds.
A small brown comhach takes a skink corpse. A torch sputters in the hand of Loki and the flames lick the air as a drop of sizzling pitch hits the ground. You cannot take a skink corpse. You must choose one of a tiny green comhach, a silver comhach or a small brown comhach. You look at a small brown comhach. A small rat-like pest. It is carrying in its mouth a skink corpse. A small brown comhach takes a bite of its skink corpse.
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You mention to Captain Joshua habitually, "You look like crap Captain.." > Captain Joshua nods to you, "Thanks." > You assure Captain Joshua, "Anytime." Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. Expose your ideas to the dangers of controversy. Speak your mind and fear less the label of 'crackpot' than the stigma of conformity. And on issues that seem important to you, stand up and be counted at any cost. ~Thomas J. Watson |
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#156
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OOC -- Roofus (Deceased) says, "i'm not dead yet"
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This world is made of Love and Peace! Love and Peace! Love and Peace!!!-- Vash the Stampede CM is the abusive spouse of gaming. It really loves you and it -was- kind of your fault you fell down the stairs twice in a row.-- Wisdom Incarnate. I want to ask who we should submit our FMM to so that they can be evaluated for hilarity before we post them.-- More Wisdom. Different Incarnate |
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#157
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> look at my potion
You look at your smoking green potion. A stone vial, containing some green liquid, and letting off gouts of smoke. On the outside of the vial is a label with a picture of a skull, and the words "hair growth potion." This potion has four doses remaining. > drink my potion You drink your smoking green potion. You feel hair growing along the length of your tongue. > stick my tounge out You stick your hair-covered tongue out. woohoo! Dirt strikes again!
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#158
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StoryMomma Rory moves from Solar Meerclar to a sly courier.
StoryMomma Rory smooches a sly courier repeatedly. StoryMomma Rory cringes. StoryMomma Rory says, " yea those were meant for you lol." |
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#159
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So... meerclar asks me to check why only certain animals can speak languages, and why she can't set more than one animal to speak it. I check out my code and find...
for($i=0;$i<sizeof($array);$i++) { $element = Arr($array[$i]); /* assume there are just two values in $element because I'm lazy */ if(!Get($actor, $element[0]) || Get($actor, $element[0]) != $element[1]) { EmitTo($actor, "Although you know it, you cannot speak " + dialect + " as a normal language."); return FALSE; } } I think I found the bug... Azrael - bringing you quality coding 2 days a week! |
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#160
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You wave cheerily to Meepers.
You skip to Meepers. You pat Meepers' head fondly. You look at Meepers curiously. You mention to Meepers, "You could be a statue for all I know." You add, "But then I would be talking to myself." You frown, "And that wouldn't not be good." You poke Meepers' tight black rhinestone choker, "Cute." You add happily, "If you're a statue I could just take it and no one you know." You peer left-and-right. You stealthily step to Meepers. You unbuckle Meepers' tight black rhinestone choker. You carefully tug Meepers' tight black rhinestone choker. The sound of men bursting into hearty laughter can be heard from afar. You jump highly. You scamper. You grumble, "Pretty necklace could be mine." Meepers touches her tight black rhinestone choker. You appear to be innocent. Meepers says to you, "Please do not touch me You widen your masked round honey brown eyes at Meepers, "Didn't touch pretty lady, Didn't." You grump, "Mean boy. Mean Mean boy." Meepers nods to you, "I have been collecting money for a communty center for the children...he pickpocketed some of that money." You grump, "Even meaner boy." You nod decidedly, "I shall stomp his foot. I will. I will." Meepers nods to you. You raise your dirty right foot testingly. You stomp on your dirty left foot. You widen your masked round honey brown eyes surprisedly. You whimper at your dirty left foot, "That went ouchies." You nod decidedly, "No stomp on mean man's foot. stomping makes foots go ouchie." Meepers smiles at you, "No do not hurt yourself." Meepers considers, "Maybe just bite him." You raise your left arm to your plump mouth. You open your plump mouth slowly. You clamp your teeth on your left arm. You bite your left arm. You squeak. You open your plump mouth. You release your left arm. You huff, "Meanie. You mean too." Meepers says to you, "I didn't mean for you to bite yourself." You grumble, "Gotta practice." You peer at Meepers' limbs. |
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#161
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Captain Joshua shakes his head, "It'd do you good if I kicked your sorry ass around a bit."
You laugh at Captain Joshua, "Oh come now, you know you love my sorry ass Loki remains forever amused. Captain Joshua laughs also. You wink at Captain Joshua cheekily. You turn your back to Captain Joshua. You wiggle your rump at Captain Joshua jokingly. Captain Joshua says, "Right, like I said, I've been hiring guards. Those I know, I make deputies. If people approach me, and I don't know them, I make them probationary deputies, until we know what they're going to be like." Captain Joshua blinks at your rump. You hear Captain Joshua backward. You turn back to Captain Joshua. Captain Joshua says, "Um...that's very....distracting, Detective."
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You mention to Captain Joshua habitually, "You look like crap Captain.." > Captain Joshua nods to you, "Thanks." > You assure Captain Joshua, "Anytime." Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. Expose your ideas to the dangers of controversy. Speak your mind and fear less the label of 'crackpot' than the stigma of conformity. And on issues that seem important to you, stand up and be counted at any cost. ~Thomas J. Watson |
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#162
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Kitty Bits
Senora pokes Jongleur Tomas' protruding nose, "beep!"
Jongleur Tomas considers, "What is the 'beep?" Jongleur Tomas wonders, "If I touch you do you make that noise too?" Jongleur Tomas considers Senora simply. Senora grins lopsidedly, "its just a noise." Jongleur Tomas mischievously shifts his masked owlish jet-black eyes. Jongleur Tomas pokes Senora's nose. Senora honks. Jongleur Tomas pokes Senora's navel. Senora squirms ticklishly. Senora giggles hysterically. You chuckle at Senora and Jongleur Tomas. Jongleur Tomas grins, "I like that one." Jongleur Tomas pokes Senora's navel. Senora laughs infectiously. Senora wiggles totally. Jongleur Tomas grins at you, "this is fun." Jongleur Tomas pokes Senora's navel again. Senora spasms laughingly. Senora gasps breathlessly. Jongleur Tomas nods, "Time to stop begfore she bursts." Jongleur Tomas really meant to say begfore, really. Senora chortles. Senora eventually relaxes. Senora sputters occasionally. You peer at Senora. You grin. Senora sways her black-tipped tail fully. Jongleur Tomas peeks at Senora, "not going to burst into kitty-bits?" Senora titters slightly, "kitty-bits." Senora chuckles singingly, "Itty bitty kitty-bits." Jongleur Tomas peeks at Senora, "hmmm?" Jongleur Tomas considers, "you might have something there." Jongleur Tomas tucks his keyed fiddle under his chin. Jongleur Tomas taps his manicured right foot rhythmically. You listen amusedly. Senora repeatedly yodels, "itty bitty kitty-bits." Jongleur Tomas begins playing the cords of his fiddle, a lively tune "Itty bitty kitty-bits, oh how much they make me itch! I'm likely to burst in laughing fits, or burst my sides until I twitch! Senora harmonizes with Jongleur Tomas gigglingly. Senora echoes Jongleur Tomas, "kitty-bits." Jongleur Tomas sings loudly, "IIIIIIIIITTTYYYYYYYY biiiiiiiiiitttyyyyyyy KIiiiiiittttyyyyyyyyyy.....bum bum bum (that's the orchestra) Biiiiiiiiiiits."
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<(Currently Closed to Players)"Is THIS how it's told now? Is it all so old? Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob, Ankle, Cold, Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck, Time for me to retire now, And become a duck." ( ')< ![]()
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#163
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> OOC -- Tariris says, "*A glimpse inside the mind of Tari's player... >You see a bunch of cobwebs, old books, and magazines with the letter X on them. Nothing else."
> The sound of men bursting into maniacal laughter can be heard from the tavern. |
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#164
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> Storykitten Bast allows you to bite her.
You approach Storykitten Bast. > You bite Storykitten Bast. Storykitten Bast tastes like rain straight from heaven as it touches your lips. > Storykitten Bast nibbles you back. > Storykitten Bast purrs, "Bleh." > Storykitten Bast purrs to you, "Now that just tastes yucky." > Storykitten Bast purrs to you, "Why must I always be the guinae pig?" > You say, "I didn't bite you." > You say, "that was the zombie sickness. I forgot a player bit me." > StoryHermit Death says, "So bast is sick now too?" > You nod. > Storykitten Bast sniffles. Storykitten Bast purrs, "Fix it!" Oops! Gotta remember that diseases can spread to staff, too.
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#165
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Lovecraft Country: Albert Zero Castle Marrach: Cody the Blade StoryCoder Azrael tells StoryHermit Death, "I *did* get told "you're amazing" by a girl when I was saucing my hotdog..." |
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