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Better web spiders?1338h4x Posted:
An easier implementation would probably be to have each .moar file set a flag on the character when its picked up that interacts with the random roll loot table to say “Player has these flags & has this spider equipped – Reduce loot chance of these files by x%”. Seems like it’d remove a step or two in the process.
My own personal suggestion, though, would be to have a series of main spiders (Simple [no reduction bonuses], Advanced [25% reduction bonus], Supreme [50% reduction bonus], and Ultra [75% reduction bonus] – all very expensive, to act as cash sinks), and then have a series of clbum-specific spiders.
Think of it like this: For the .moar files that add into secondary stats (sexiness, tears, ect. ect.), most of them only add into one specific secondary skill, as opposed to being completely beneficial for multiple clbumes. It’d take some additional work on ET’s end, but flagging each .moar file for a specific clbum (or as ‘generic’ for the ones that don’t add into secondary skills) and then releasing clbum-specific spiders that have a higher chance of snagging only the .moar files beneficial to your own character would make for a great high-level quest reward. I’d suggest that they don’t have any of the additional roll bonuses that the other, shop-purchasable spiders have, though, just to balance it out a bit – You can either complete the ones you’ve got, or you can go searching for the ones that are more beneficial to you. Maybe not have them pick up the ‘generic’ flagged .moar files either. (view post) |
11/30/2008 | |
Nominate Forumwarz for a Crunchie! (free E-Peen!)Done! (view post) |
11/23/2008 | |
Week 5: SRSLY's attempt to reward RP with BPI dare say that this entire contest is far from a mere mockery – It is a sham! Utterly rigged, completely biased, and totally unfair! How dare someone believe that the “skills” (and I use the term as loosely as the gaping hole between her legs) of Mrs. Misantihomorifficwhatever could outshine mine! Utter blasphemy! This contest is rigged! I would demand my money back, but thankfully I was intelligent enough to realize before-hand that any amount of money wasted on a wretched hive of sgreat times such as this would be too much. A show of nothing more than favoritism! Utter and complete bollocks.
That said, I see a need to reclaim lost honour, and so I shall take it. Consider someone else’s “role play” better than mine, shall you?! Hah! Perish the thought! I hold you to your challenge once more, for I. AM. IN. (view post) |
05/19/2008 | |
The Feelings Thread -- All Are Welcomemary misanthrope Posted:
And I feel strongly that you are a vapid whore. There, see? My feelings have been shared! Aren’t you glad you posted this thread? (view post) |
05/18/2008 | |
The Feelings Thread -- All Are WelcomeFeelings. You wish to know about feelings, do you? Feelings of despair. Feelings of loneliness. Feelings of terror, of evil, of darkness. The feeling that somewhere, deep inside the core of your being, there’s a raging madman clawing at the surface, waiting to be unleashed upon a world that would never suspect it. The feeling that when you stare at the reflection of the moon in still waters, that somewhere within it’s luminous gaze you see your own, true nature. The feeling that everyone around you simply wants to oppress and repress the things you feel are right, that you feel are sane. The feeling that somewhere, someone wants to see you burn, and the only reason being that they cannot understand the enlightenment that you carry on your shoulders.
I have these feelings every day of my life. When I step outside into the burning sun. When the old lady at my drug store job refuses to call me by my True Name. When I hear their laughter, scorning me because I’m “another one of those weird goth kids”. They don’t understand what it is to truly be gothic and dark. To experience the night as one of it’s creatures. They can never know what I know. And somewhere, deep down inside, I laugh at them because of it.
My feelings are deep, mired in years of too many people trying to force their lifestyle choices down my throat. As though they know what’s best for me. I alone steer the ship of my destiny, it’s captain and master, sailing forever into the blackened void. Because that’s what awaits us all, in the end – A shapeless, formless void, stretching into eternity itself. But as I embrace that knowledge, so too am I scorned by it, tossed aside into a lump category of things people loathe because they cannot understand.
Damn them. Damn them and their small minds, their stupid preconceptions, their idiotic sensibilities. Damn their “morals”, damn their “rules”, damn their “religion”. No matter how many pills they try to shove down my throat, I will never accept their way of life.
I am Correnth: Dancer of the darkened skies, traveler of the nothingness, crafter of worlds and dreams and realities. They cannot understand what it means to stare into the abyss as I do, cannot grasp the concept of embracing the night. They hate me for who I am, and for what I believe. And, frankly, I feel just fine with that. (view post) |
05/18/2008 | |
Blood and great timesmary misanthrope Posted:
I would like to take the time to thank you for proving my point for me. You see, this is a wonderful example as to why the preconceived notion of a “kind and loving god” is utter and complete nonsense. This world is filled with pain, torment, and suffering, bringing those around us to seek comfort in the “knowledge” of a higher power. To waste our time playing make-believe and hoping in an invisible ghost-like figure to bring us to some form of salvation, while children rot in the streets. Frankly, the very thought turns my stomach. I myself have seen enough tragedy in this world that even *without* scientific evidence to the contrary the preposterous notion of a deity looking down on this sad display and marvelling in their works is to admit to one’s own selfish stupidity.
Also, pointing out the “I’m smart, you’re dumb” comment means very little from someone who’s poetic talent consists of mentioning how much of a harlot they are. And my parents wonder why I’m slowly coming to loathe all women.
Now, back to the subject at hand:
Lucinda Sherwood Posted:
Ah-hah. There. No greater evidence needed, ladies and gentlemen (and I do use those terms loosely in the context of these ridiculous forums). When asked for proof of her supposed god she turns tail and attempts to place the need for justification on someone else. No, Mrs. Sherwood, I have no intent of following through with your request until you yourself offer some form of proof regarding the existence of your “god”, your “christ” – Even your “holy spirit”. I would gladly accept any factual evidence you have regarding their existence, and would even then consider debating with you. But until that point I fear we have reached a stale-mate, one in which you continue to prove me right.
Ah, the joys of torturing the brainwashed mbumes. I doubt that I shall I never tire of their lamentations.
Also:
pixiekidd Posted:
Another small joy of mine in life is watching the eventual destruction of hopeless dolts such as yourself. One day you’ll come to understand that life is pain, that the world will destroy you, and that your hope means naught. Love is a lie, the flowers are dying, babies die in their cribs, music fades into the air never to be heard again, and the sun is only pleasing reflected from the moon. Your “bright side” also comes with a very, very dark undertone, my dear, and one day you’ll experience the same blackened pit as myself.
I so wish I could be there to taste your tears when it does. (view post) |
05/18/2008 | |
Blood and great timesLucinda Sherwood Posted:
And believe me, Mrs. Sherwood, when I reiterate that I would truly love debating with you in some fashion or form if it were only possible in the first place. You see, you seem to have been misreading my prior statements – Perhaps, as you said, my “obscurity via verbosity” was *too* well written for a simple-minded dolt such as yourself to understand. With that in mind, I will begin the simple explanation:
You’re stupid. I’m smart. Go away.
You claim to wish for a “debate” regarding your illogical insistence on an antiquated and miserable deity vs. my rational standpoint of fact, truth, and science, but then proceed to claim that I have yet to address your original query. Well, Mrs. Sherwood, I would say that the burden of proof now lies on you – Whereas I have facts and evidence to back up my claims at your so-called “god” not existing, you have yet to offer anything explaining exactly why you carry around this half-baked notion that an intangible whisp of air is watching your every move. You claim that I began this “debate” by denying the existence of your deity, and that much is true – However, to claim that I was the first to break the convention of discussion on the topic is nothing but fallacy. Your “rebumal” to my initial statement included nothing anywhere near the lines of a logical reasoning for your ridiculous notion that some great space ghost aided in the origin of the human race. So by all means, feel free to begin this little masquerade – I await your “proof” of god with baited breath. (view post) |
05/17/2008 | |
Blood and great timesLucinda Sherwood Posted:
Naturally, of course, the blind fish catches a scent in the water – Just the faintest aroma of a long dead morsel – and swims eagerly toward it, taking it within its mouth. But then its too late, and the hook is set, reeling it in for the long harvest. Oh, of *course* dear Mrs. Sherwood, I would *love* to offer you a debate on our spiritual differences. Unfortunately, the ultimate issue with such a thing is that for someone so blinded to reality there can be no “debate” – Only the sound of your own mind screaming as the truth enters your ears, fingers desperately attempting to plug the canals but knowing deep within your very heart that the lies you send every night to the empty skies above are never heard by anything but your thirty cats.
As to the rest of your statement, when speaking of “Fathers” and “climbing young men”, please refrain from doing so in the same sentence. Quite frankly, I’d rather not hear of what your Father Joseph did to those poor elementary school children – Though I love the sounds of agony and fear, I shudder at the thought of their tortured screams as this Joseph fellow followed along the path of others in his religion and proceeded to fill them with the love of christ
up their bum.
You see, Mrs. Sherwood, I have little tolerance for those of your ilk. Instead I’ve come over the past sixteen years to loathe those like you. A deep-seated, pbumionate hatred, the fires of which could only be matched by the myth of your “hell”. No, I have met many like you, and sent just as many away crying delicious tears, the knowledge of reality infesting their minds, breaking down the precious little walls they’ve built to sequester themselves away from reality. You are an escapist, Mrs. Sherwood, running from the truth of life. That there is no god. That your christ is a lie. That you’ve wasted your life on a pursuit that only gives you lost time, a tree that bears naught but rotted fruit, its branches swaying impotently in the torrential wind known as life.
You are trying to escape, Mrs. Sherwood. But soon there will be no place to hide. (view post) |
05/15/2008 | |
Blood and great timesLucinda Sherwood Posted:
And just when I believed I had seen the lowest of the low infesting these pages, I find something even more despicable just lurking around the corner. What gives you the right to come here and press your viewpoints upon someone who obviously does not share pathetic, sheltered beliefs? Who died and made you the crusader of all that is good and just in this world? And if you try to answer by claiming that your false “god” Jesus did, then I’ll be forced to take this debate to a much less pleasant level.
You’re no better than the rest of the ignorant sheeple who follow your dark, twisted religion, trying to prey on the ones you feel are weak and vulnerable. Naturally, how *dare* someone try to look beyond the false “light” of your blasphemous christianity (and yes, that’s uncapitalized on purpose, you simpering old ****). Honestly, the nerve of you and your damnable “religion”. Go back to your laughable church and pray to your impotent god – I promise you he’s not really listening. (view post) |
05/12/2008 | |
A SERIOUS poetry thread!Far too long since I last shared my poetic genius with the mbumes – Since my last update things have been rather hectic in my life; a sad tale involving woe and love lost, which I will refrain from entering into here. Suffice it to say my heart has been beaten down once more, driven into dust; while I feel naught but pain, such agony is good for creative and artistic expression, which I have indulged myself in quite a bit as of late.
My previous piece was written in the mixed-media format of tissue paper and blood – For this piece I attempted a different format, one involving using my own tears as a solution, mixed with various pigments to create a form of water colour. In doing so I was able to create a piece written in several different hues, yet all of them as dark as my withered heart. Unfortunately, as this “forum” (and as always, I use the term loosely) has no formatting for colouration, you will simply have to experience the piece in black and white. The title of this poem is “Burn’t”.
Burn’t. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Smoke rises upward from our sun Dead against the endless wastes Scurrying forward into the light We fail as arms come to bear
Never seeking another truth Words decaying in each breath I spill against the floor, unbent Unbroken and yet tossed aside
Flames lick my ears as though sirens Calling out pbumionate words They tempt and tantalize Speaking in lustful haiku
The smell awakens old memories Long evenings on top of the hood Engine idling as I watched the stars Forever in silence, but gasoline burning
My clothes ignite, a new feeling Pain echoing across my mind But I smile, and would laugh If I could catch breath
But the oxygen is running out. (view post) |
05/12/2008 | |
A month of fabulous personry: SRSLY's attempt to reward RP with BPUtter buffoons. Honestly, as though I would dare define upstanding member of societyte myself to this… childish level. You dare mock one such as myself with your concept of “role playing” on a forum like this? Please. The vast majority of you unwashed mouth-breathing simpletons couldn’t even *begin* to fathom the sheer poetry that comes from expressing one’s soul through the act of role play. I long ago gave up hope that any form of artistic talent could spread from this cesspool of a site, and thus ceased attempting to converse with the wastes that inhabit this corner of the internet.
... but, perhaps, I could view this as a lark. Yes. An attempt to finally prove to the world what simplistic and utterly vapid neer-do-wells seek refuge on this site. I would call it a “challenge”, but frankly I believe the act of peeling a banana would pose more of an issue than highlighting the sheer stupidity which infests this damnable game.
So yes. I accept your challenge whole-heartedly. Perhaps for once someone can show these dolts for what they really are.
I’m. In. (view post) |
05/12/2008 | |
my poetryI would advise you that you are merely wasting your time and energy by attempting to bear your soul to these cretins, but I doubt that you would listen regardless. Needless to say it is pointless to show such creative effort in these gods-forsaken wastelands, as I can bumure you that the imbecilic morons that inhabit these forums are beyond any and all hope—To even bumume that intelligence such as my own (and, meaning no offense to a fellow poet, your own mental aptitude is slightly debatable) would be welcome here is to foster a grave misunderstanding. (view post) |
12/26/2007 | |
pst in dis thred and i will rite a hert on ur stall ^-^I never replied to your damnable thread, nor do I want your diseased heart, you worthless, vapid trollop. How dare you litter my profile with your insepid spam. You would do well to stay far away from my profile in the near future, lest very Bad Things happen to you. (view post) |
11/09/2007 | |
A SERIOUS poetry thread!^sighs deeply while rolling his eyes^ I spend a day away from the computer, and this is what I come back to. Honestly, the entire bumembly of you are pathetic. I sincerely doubt any of you could even attempt writing *real* poetry. But, then again, that would make an bumumption about your general intelligence, which I won’t even bother doing. If you think you’re going to discourage me or those like me, you’re sadly mistaken. I won’t be persecuted for my beliefs in the virtual world as well as the real one. Here, *I* have the power and control – If you don’t believe me, simply try crossing That Line. I bumure you, you *will* regret it.
Now, with all the unpleasantness out of the way, I thought I might share my latest creation with you all. I found my previous lover with another man today, and penned this shortly after I arrived home. I wish this forum allowed for colouration formatting, as some of the words were drawn in my own blood, to symbolize their internal pain. But, instead, capital letters will have to suffice. A shame to be so limited by technology.
THIS is how i FEEL around NOT YOU
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THIS is me i am not anything but a STAIN to you now left behind on the pavement dropped DOWN against the earth and STOLEN from form SUBSTANCE and the SUN darkening against my moon’s PALE hue forEVER entwined, the roots sapping LIFE LIE FIRE BREATH from the dirt below the concrete buckles and breaks the tides separate everything fades and DIES in due time in entropy WHY you are still there and now so is he and your LIPS press tightly mirroring mine once reflections of the past melodies of life love’s lost refrain
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Such things none of these idiots will ever understand. To bleed for your art, to feel the pain written down not only mentally but physically… at least I have lived. All you will do is die. (view post) |
11/09/2007 | |
A SERIOUS poetry thread!SouleXtinction Posted:
That in and of itself is poetic enough. Afterall, life is simply a cycle – From birth to the inevitable death we all experience, both in the grander scale and every single day. Death is a part of us as much as it is anything else, and our poetry reflects this fascination with the black, the unknown, the eternal entrapment of suffering.
I pontificated on the subject for quite some time today, and found myself writing during my lunch break at The Oppression (what I oh-so-lovingly refer to my “school” as. as if they could truly teach anything of consequence.) That said, I wish to share my latest creation with those of you so included beyond the blackened veil.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There Is No Title For This Poem.
I see, before me, a lid. Red plastic. Primary colours. Signifying, signaling, spiraling. Red means go. Green means stop. Stop. Against the flurry of septic waste. Against the masters of disease. Plastic slicing bone and flesh, three-ninety-nine please, your receipt is in the bag. Some money, some change, exchanged, brief glances of hands and contact, pale skin sweat tears running down Black trails ensue. How much did your soul cost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I, of course, take all criticism seriously. Unless you have no idea what you are talking about, in which case you will be promptly ignored. Also, to address this before it becomes an issue, all poetry I post here is copyright myself (Correnth), and is not to be posted elsewhere without express written permission of the author. I know, I know – it is a shame I have to resort to such things, but there have been issues with people attempting to steal my works and pbum them off as their own. A shame the world we live in, is it not? (view post) |
11/07/2007 | |
Friend me plzzzzzzzzzzBeavisSaves Posted:
Please. I have as much right to be here as you do, if not more, and I feel it necessary that someone take charge for exposing this harlot for the charade that she truly is. At the same time I might even be successful in my attempts to enlighten philistines such as yourself to the greater truths of life – perhaps even inject a bit of intelligence into your otherwise dim-bulb brains. But, truth be told, I sincerely doubt it. (view post) |
11/06/2007 | |
A SERIOUS poetry thread!Phlegmatic Posted:
And:
BeavisSaves Posted:
^heavy, dramatic sigh^ And so the philistines already appear from their diseased, rotten woodwork. As though they had nothing better to do than simply discover new ways to “ruin” other people’s entertainment. Please. As though you could even begin to understand what I have created here. I understand that my use of larger words may confuse you at times, but please – Do feel free to find a dictionary and return once you have a basic grasp of the english language. Or perhaps, to do myself and the other budding artists of this forum a favour, I should simply clarify using less verbose vernacular.
You are idiots. Leave now.
There, was that comprehensible enough? (“comprehensible” means “understandable”, by the way) (view post) |
11/06/2007 | |
A SERIOUS poetry thread!First off, let me say that I take poetry with a deadly seriousness. Despite my young age, I am full aware of the weight that the world utilizes in bearing down on the souls of those artistically inclined (such as myself), and I won’t tolerate any foolishness in this thread. Those of you who cannot spell the word “you” properly are well-advised to stay clear of this topic, as it is only for those who take poetry as a serious life-style.
That said, I welcome everyone else to what is going to be, I’m sure, a fascinating and enthralling thread, filled with delightfully soul-wrenching verse. Long have I wanted an outlet with which to share my deepest desires and thoughts, and truly I hope that there might be those here who also wish to loosen their inhibitions and enlighten us to their soul.
For the first part, a poem that I wrote one year ago last month, on the occasion of my birthday. It was a troubling time for me, and I believe the poetry reflects that in it’s darker tones. This poem is titled:
Cake Knife
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Glinting against one starlight kitchen blue, antiseptic gleam, fluorescent and ever-radiant. Your delicate hand pierced through the cream and soft, moist food. Sweet. Sustenance. Icing mixing downward, pushing past the center and I wondered how your fingers could hold the handle so gently, caressing, never faltering in their appointed task. Duty brought the blade to it’s job, one smooth motion slicing through the middle, exposing it to the warm autumn air. The cake was red.
The cake became brown.
Your wedding ring slipped asunder, clattering to the tired/tiled floor with all the chiming of bells and I felt the pain of the unknown. Older. Not wiser. No more. The knife is mine.
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I hope you enjoyed my work, as I remain very proud of it to this day. Those feelings, which I’m sure you all know quite well, never truly fade.
And now, share! Show your inner-most feelings, bare them to the world. Come and enthrall with how you view the world. For it is your world to view… (view post) |
11/06/2007 | |
Friend me plzzzzzzzzzzYou all make me ****ing ill. Look at you – Pathetic goddamn worms scrabbling at the diseased teat of some anonymous whore parading herself about on the intangible aether that makes up the virtual world. You’ve all fallen for her lines as though they were mana from the heavens itself, and for what? Some easily faked and reposted pictures? Still frames of emptiness that carry no more meaning than an autumn breeze? ****ing fools, the entire menagerie of you. I, for one, know better than to let myself be sucked into the charade of such a pitiful, disgusting trollop – The fact that so many here have allowed themselves to do as much simply lowers my faith in humanity that much more. (view post) |
11/06/2007 |