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wut do u want 4 chrismas?Cubear Posted:
i am made of pain.
my grief has turned to hatred in the crucible of my leaden heart, twisted in twain by emotions that you can scarcely comprehend. where love used to flourish, a darkness has taken seed, spilling across pastures and consuming all it touches. it is unbearable, this accursed agony of the flesh. my spirit is too great for this mortal form to contain; and so i bleed, that it may remind me what it means to be human, to be alive.
the cold perfection of the razor is a steely reflection of my mind. pain sharpens my senses, brings the world into focus. it lets me see the despair within you, little girl: it lets me see the rot that has taken hold of your breast and, like a sinuous beast, crushes the life out of you. do not think that fire is all that burns: you will, too, once you realise how desperate your vanity is.
all is vanity, all is vanity. blink, and then you die. (view post) |
12/04/2007 | |
who would win in a fight; chavez vs putinapathy apathy apa Posted: |
12/04/2007 | |
wut do u want 4 chrismas?Cyst Posted:
you, who know nothing of pain, would think to touch me?
begone, lest you burn up and fade to cinders. my grief is too much for you to even comprehend the smallest sliver of, for even that is enough infect you with the curse of self-awareness. turn back now, back into the warm happy glow of your fireplace, and there remain blessedly content with the smallness of your lot in life. (view post) |
12/04/2007 | |
*sigh*ProfeSsoRCHIld Posted:
no, she won’t.
you know why? because you are nothing. you are not even worth the time it takes for her to look at you, let alone pay any attention to you. your existence is a pathetic shambling excuse for life. you cannot even bring yourself to find your father’s shotgun and end yourself because you wouldn’t know what to do if you actually managed to **** even that up. and you know you would. at the last instance, you would chicken out, even as you **** yourself in the garage. when push comes down to shove, you know you don’t have anything.
i know you, child. i have looked into your heart of hearts and, there, found you wanting. i have weighed you against anubis’ feather, but even the darkness forsakes you. you are worth less than the blood and semen it took to make you. and you know it. that is why you hate yourself. but even that hate- purest of all emotions, white hot and blazing with the heat of a thousand suns- in your hands it is nothing more than a pale blue flicker.
pfeh. you make me sick. (view post) |
12/04/2007 | |
wut do u want 4 chrismas?Flint Posted:
you are never more alone than when you are in a city, the cold glare of your lcd monitor the only light that you have seen for days. you can almost feel the dull thud of millions of people above you as they laugh their false, hollow laughs behind painted faces.
they are scared. every. single. one. they are all scared. they’re afraid their mask has cracked, that everyone in the world would know what frauds they all are. and so they kiss beneath holly, and rut with each other like beasts in heat, their breaths reeking of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes. they spin fantasies for each other, that they may warm themselves as those fantasies come crashing to the ground, burning up one after another. and then they smile.
merry christmas you sick ****s. (view post) |
12/04/2007 | |
Almost had every forum pwned at once :(Juggurly Posted:
Really?
I am shamed. Log in to see images! (view post) |
12/03/2007 | |
Higher Level Mechanics (Ideas)ProfeSsoRCHIld Posted:
I’m not too keen on the speed idea, personally, but the switching pet idea (I’ll be damned if I can find the thread where the White Knight idea was originally cooked up as a skill) sounds interesting. Perhaps make it cost an action to switch in pets, with a refresh time of 5 before you can switch it again.
As an elaboration on the pet system, make it a minigame to ‘maintain’ your pet. Let’s use the troll’s sockpuppet as an example because I really rather like that idea. Now, in order for the troll to maintain his sockpuppet, he’ll have to make constant posts with it: depending on the choices you give your sockpuppet, it could evolve through various stages, each stage giving it different powers. A sockpuppet could even potentially become a forum moderator, for instance, given real-life time and the right post combination.
The simplest way this pet evolution system could take place is, of course, through a dialogue tree that pops up after you have your pet for a certain time; say, 10 days for the first level, 20 for the second, 20 for the third, 25 for the fourth etc. At certain branches, the player may also be required to run a fetch quest for the sockpuppet or it wouldn’t be able to proceed on.
Alternatively, have the pet grow by the player feeding it useless junk. Depending on the type of junk you feed it, it grows into different pets with time. I can imagine this would be a coding nightmare, though, since you’ll have to give each item a certain “element” (i.e. Internet Toughguy, GB2BYOB, Pothead/Alcoholic) and value to that element (i.e. +3 to GB2BYOB, +1 to Internet Toughguy). All the same, for the sake of archiving I’m throwing it up here anyway.
Think of it as a parody of Digimon or Pokemon if it makes you happier. Log in to see images!
EDIT: White Knight here. (view post) |
12/03/2007 | |
Almost had every forum pwned at once :(Not on my watch, buddy! Log in to see images!
I don’t think that’s possible, since you can only have 8 visits stored up and there are 12 forums; unless you intend to do it immediately before and after rollover, of course, but there’s a metric **** ton of people bobbing in and out during those hours. I should know, I’m one of those people. Log in to see images! (view post) |
12/03/2007 | |
Minor Interface SuggstionsI love the sweet, sweet new GUI for the Emo Kid.
Log in to see images! (view post) |
12/03/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The Citygenericangstyposter Posted:
Instinctively you look up as you hear the clank of steel on steel echo in the spiral air well. Oh, by Hextor’s fist… your two companions have apparently taken it into their heads to join you on the bottom. You would make as if to shush him, but you stop yourself as the futility of the action makes itself apparent to you. You peer down the pbumages, but no army has appeared to snuff out the life of you three unfortunates: yet.
The fates point to the one smelling of **** and crap; you could take that, given your party’s affinity with bodily excretion so far, or you could take the necromancer’s suggestion. (view post) |
12/03/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CitySabre_Justice Posted:
It’s not so much a retcon as it is a reminder that you guys don’t know Voaer’s real name. Just pretend. Log in to see images! (view post) |
12/02/2007 | |
It's Live Tonight - Forumwarz: The RebalancingFlint Posted:
Lighten up, dude. I’ll rather have a developer who thinks that finding bugs are cool than someone who sticks his fingers in his ears singing “la la la la la” to anyone who so much as clicks the Report bumon. (view post) |
12/01/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CitySabre_Justice Posted: Log in to see images! Timothy: As far as you know, the potion’s likely going to last ten minutes, or until you club the next kobold in the back of the head. Or, at least, that’s what the old biddy who sold you the potion claims, “stake me life on it!”. (view post) |
12/01/2007 | |
do not **** up this thred u fabulous persons it is the best thred evernobody loves you, kelp. oh sure, they’ll PRETEND to love you, but you know they don’t. that’s right: even your pumpkins. they’ll tell you what you want to hear, but they’ve already been baked into someone else’s christmas pie. not yours. oh no, everyone but yours. (view post) |
12/01/2007 | |
post itt if u were a good boy or girl and santa is bringing you something niceCubear Posted:
and then what? that you may love it for a fleeting moment: maybe a week, a month, a year? that you may share a short moment of happiness with the rabbit, and share such memories that will haunt you every night you lie in your bed, alone and naked, watching the hour hand of your clock as it ticks your life away second by second, wondering why your “rabbit” no longer shares your bed? will you wake up screaming her name every ****ing night even though you kow that thta whore is sharing someone els’es ****ing bed EVEN NOW> they’ll all leave you, one by =one, sooner oa ater. they always ****ing leave you.
why ca’t you just let me love you marie (view post) |
12/01/2007 | |
It's Live Tonight - Forumwarz: The RebalancingKelp Plankton Posted: |
12/01/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The Citygenericangstyposter Posted:
You land in a crouch with a soft thump, rocking the skull slightly. The king looks your way for a moment and frowns, his hands tightening on the greatsword; very slowly, very steadily, you get to your feet, finding your balance on the giantic skull much harder than you thought it was. For a moment, you think that he would approach you… but the moment pbumes, and you breathe a short sigh of relief as he turns to his bodyguard and motions for something.
Reverently, the guard reaches to his side and pulls out an ivory horn. Unlike everything else in the pit, it gleams with a lustre that must have taken some kobold hours of polishing to achieve. It is plain, unadorned with any ornaments save a fine tracery all over the horn itself. With equal reverence the King takes the horn and, with a flourish, puts it to his lips.
A low, mournful cry echoes through the chamber. A flock of startled birds above you take to flight; you can almost hear a pin drop in the abrupt silence. You look down, and all you see are kobolds gazing up at their king with such sudden solemnity that you are, now, even more afraid than you were previously. Into the silence the King speaks.
“To the Temple. It is time.”
As one, the kobolds walk- not scramble, not shove, but walk- to a side pbumage leading out from the pit. Within mere minutes, the entire pit is now empty. You look around you: there are three exits to the place. To your left is where most of the stench is coming from; straight ahead is the “Temple”, where the kobolds have all gone; the right you have no idea, but unlike the other two, the gateway is reinforced with an undecorated stone arch. (view post) |
12/01/2007 | |
general suggestions thread!Evil Trout Posted: |
11/30/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The Citygenericangstyposter Posted:
Bluff if anyone has it and would like to make the “woooooo” dragon noises. An illusion spell right about now would probably be very useful, no? Log in to see images!
All in favour of this plan, then? (view post) |
11/30/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CitySabre_Justice Posted:
It’ll take you a good half hour to trace your way back to the first cell before the stone gave way to packed dirt, and even then you’ll have to check out every single jail cell along the path individually that may or may not have a “secret” exit out. Chances are, though, that you probably would not find anything that way: and the gods alone know how far down the earth you are right now. It might take a long while before you find the surface, and… well, a place to sleep wouldn’t be hard to find, given the number of spare cells, but food may run out before you next see the sun.
Still, you could go ahead with that plan if you like. Have a bit of discussion and post your final decision in italics when you’re sure. Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/27/2007 |