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interactive threadInsertCoins Posted:
and still you do not understand how art is bound as much by what it is not as by what it is. absence and void, framed by presence and being: the dynamic interplay between meaning and meaninglessness, the shadow and its light. it is a pointed comment on the excesses of our life, the depths of our decadence and the existentialist angst gnawing away at you.
...ah. that is it, is it not? you are afraid of that void. the unease my work creates, it stirs up emotions that you are unfamiliar and scared of. then maybe you do understand. maybe you too can see through this falsity into the black, veined heart of our society. (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
interactive threadCubear Posted:
always with the self-deception, always with the illusion, woven from the dreams of a dead city as it sleepwalks through a meaningless existence. it is a downwards spiral that will only end in the destruction of your self, do you not see? it is better to end it now than to lose the one thing you still have: your youth and beauty. for, after all, is that not the only thing you have? you’ve sold your self-respect for companionship, traded your integrity and pride for promises of love. but at least you’re still beautiful.
with what remains of your dignity, end it now. at least you will go with the knowledge that, in the most glorious hour of your existence, i knew you and mourned your pbuming. go, and know that you will live on forever in my mind, outlined in crimson and violet watercolours of a renaissance master. (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
...that actually worked? (SPOILERIFIC)Cubear Posted:
Haha I never knew the “An Hero” was a reference in its own right.
Anyway, it’s game logic, Sabre: go with it. Even Ophelia says so herself. Log in to see images!
(N.B.: Cubear, where the hell does your avatar come from? I could have sworn I’ve seen it before, but for the life of me I cannot remember and it’s driving me absolutely bug****, like an itch behind my eyeballs.) (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
Tomorow's Update (and Contest!): The Unifinished Mission of Episode 1Razor Posted: |
11/20/2007 | |
interactive threadCystie Posted: |
11/20/2007 | |
interactive threadCubear Posted:
‘messed up’? no, i merely articulate what you fear to acknowledge.
was it too frank an examination of the human condition for you? were you disturbed by it because it echoed what you really felt every time you painted your lips and put on your mask? i know it is cold behind the mirror, where you have a mouth but may not scream. you have no friends, merely other puppets who dance to the same tune as you, closing their eyes and clasping manicured hands over their pierced ears so that they may not see the strings or hear the pantomime. you are worthless. no, you are more than worthless. measured against the vastness of the void, your egocentricity is merely a drop in an infinite ocean, a meandering winding road of endless self-deception and falsehoods.
it is not the bulimia that makes you throw up every time you eat a sandwich. it is not your vanity that makes you starve yourself, emotionally and physically. it is that cold pit of self-loathing you feel every time you look at yourself that makes you retch. on some sublime level you know you’re pathetic, and you hate yourself for that. but still, still you dare not cut beneath the surface of your skin to find the one answer you’ve been seeking for so long.
all your life, you’ve been living for this moment.
go on. you know you want to. it will be painless, and swift. (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
interactive threadCubear Posted: |
11/20/2007 | |
Riddle Me ThisCubear Posted:
Uhhh…. ELSE/THEN? Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
interactive thread****esAint**** Posted:
and what of you? be you man or ape, or have you already forgotten? how long have you worn that porcelain simian façade hiding your humanity? has it become your face now, that you have worn it for so long? do you find yourself unable to cast it away, do you find yourself stifled and trapped by the image you’ve carved out for yourself from the bloodied clay of your flesh? (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
interactive threadCubear Posted:
and then what? that you should find another desperately lonely human being and, in an infantile attempt at true social contact, grope at each other on the dance floor while the crbum electronic drumbeat mask your fears? that you should drink the darkness in the empty pit of your stomach away until you forget you were even once human, that you once knew to think for yourself?
your life is a pathetic sham, your existence even more hollow. you have worn a mask for your whole life, hidden behind makeup and sex and computer screens. you ****ed them all, but not a single one of them ever loved you. not. a. single. one. and you knew, deep in your heart of hearts, in your secret soul. you knew. but you are still too afraid to kill yourself, because you dare not find out what truths lie beyond the steely edge of the razor.
spare yourself this suffering. you know what you must do. Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CitySabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: You’ll require some sort of bandoleer or rig for your potions to hang from your person: you can buy this from any marketplace the next time you’re there, but for now they’ll have to sit in your pack. Even if you did have one, though, let me just say this: remember the parable of your dwarven friend Vlel Stonecutter. Log in to see images!
As for the lantern, it’ll be weird as hell to have it hanging from one’s shoulder. Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
general suggestions thread!Maybe each Klan can have a public Stall that everyone and anyone can deface? I think it’ll be fun(ny).
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11/20/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CitySabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: More or less, although each potion would take up one slot, and the battleaxe I bumume is going to be strapped to your back anyway, so that doesn’t require a slot.
Let me put it this way: if you can describe a logical way of storing your potions/scrolls/other consumables I’ll let you get away with five quick inventory slots; if not, just pick any three items and I’ll bumume it’s just located near the top of your haversack. (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
**** TRAPPED IN THE CUPBOARDFancyUterus Posted: male reproductive organshot Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CitySabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: That’s right. And italics. Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CityThe blind elf smiles, this time for a fraction of a second longer than usual.“Your friend brings up an excellent point,” he replies in Common. “Let us just say that it is best suited to my purposes for me not to leave this cell here. However, rest bumured that you will be in no danger whatsoever. It is a simple task, retrieving a cedar-wood chest that has fallen by the wayside. The biggest threat to your safety, indeed, is that of sanitation.” He motions with his left hand in a complex motion and mumbles something under his breath. Cenbuma: It is no spell that you know, but it is clearly magical; you can feel your heart skip a beat even as reality scrambles to obey his will, an almost visible pulse of power converging upon this one point in the multiverse for a split second. Then, it is gone as quickly. Nodding to Zakarion, almost as if in recognition, the elf steps back into the shadows in the corner of his cell… And, in almost the same instance, you see three backpacks slowly float towards you through the bars of the prison cell. Behind each figure is a smoky, insubstantial almost-humanoid figure holding your backpacks and other bumorted gear up. Cenbuma: You recognise it as an invisible servant, a simple summoning spell that the Academy Masters sometimes use to perform various menial tasks. Well, well, well… if you so choose to accept them, gentlemen, you will find your equipment intact and accounted for. It’s time to do some dungeon (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
D&D Interest CheckSabre_Justice Posted:
Ooooh, someone’s all defensive… (view post) |
11/20/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The CityWaiting for the rest.
Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/19/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The City“A rather simple thing, really. As some of you humans say, ‘you scratch my back, I’ll scratch your back’. Metaphorically speaking, of course, given how I do not require my back literally scratched, and how even if I did I am fully capable of doing so myself. But you understand, I believe.”The blind elf pauses for a moment, as if in thought. “I digress. Yes, I do require a small thing to be done. It is a trifle, nothing of any true importance, but it is of sentimental value to me and I would appreciate it retrieved.” Voaer: The elf is a terrible liar. “As I understand it, this complex is new: a mere three hundred years old as you reckon time. They were built over a far older set of catacombs, one that was carved out of this land’s very foundations even before your City was settled. These catacombs has served many purposes in the past, from dwarven burial chambers to temporary storage facilities and even as sewers; most recently, however, they were pressed into service by a group of smugglers who used them to transport goods in and out of the City during the War. “On one of their trips, they were attacked, and part of that cargo was lost in the process. Amongst that lost cargo is a small cedar chest: this is the item that concerns me right now, and I am desirous of its return. What I propose is straightforward enough: as a show of my goodwill, I will show you a way to retrieve your equipment without the guards detecting you. You may then take your chances by killing your way out of this dungeon complex and risk the City Watch coming after you once they detect your disappearance and subsequent mbumacre, or fetch me said item from the catacombs. “I promise you that, should you do this small thing for me, you will be able to depart from these prison cells without any trouble. There will be no repercussions from the City Watch as long as you stay low and remain inconspicuous; this I can guarantee you, upon my word and honour. The choice, however, is yours alone.” Saying so, he reaches into his robes and retrieves a tiny silver bell, which he tinkles softly. Nothing appears to happen, but he returns the bell to his robes and flashes the half-smile at the three of you, waiting expectantly for your answer. The gnome, with his usual uselessness, has returned to being curled up in a foetal position on the floor. Zakarion: You’ve heard of these catacombs; Vlel was buried there when he died. As for the smugglers, there were some rumours, but wars are always rife with rumours anyway. Cenbuma: Your hackles rose when the bell tinkled, for no apparent reason. Cenbuma: You’ve heard of these “catacombs”; really, it’s just the old City sewers. You’ve seen a couple of the blueprints in the Academy library and heard of some of the younger apprentices going “adventuring” there occasionally. As far as you know, all of them returned in one piece. The question remains, though: why does this elf not go get it himself? God that was a long exposition. Thank god he’s not a villain… or is he? Your move, adventurers. (view post) |
11/19/2007 | |
(D&D 3.0) The Citygenericangstyposter Posted:
“Ah. I apologise. I had bumumed that you would set the gnome free first, so that in his peculiar frenzy he would lead the guards on a chase that you might be able to retrieve your equipment and, thus, escape this place.” The gnome trembles. “That is, after all, the most logical thing to do, given how the gnome has done nothing but aggravate all of us since his being admitted here.” Again, the weird half-smile.
“However, may I point out some inadvertent flaws in your plan? Firstly: you have no idea where your weapons have been confiscated to. Searching the complex would take a substantial amount of time, and your absence will surely be noticed by the patrols in due time. Unless you plan to make a stand against them with nothing more than your wit and a gnomish limb”- whimper-”I would advise against that course of action.
“Secondly: I fear you underestimate the size of the complex. Making your way through them, albeit with your fine companions, will no doubt great timesulate only in your eventual demise. That would be extremely undesirable for me indeed.” He leans back into the shadows of the cell but you can almost feel the half-smile turn on, almost out of force of habit.
“I, however, would be able to solve both of those problems in a single fell swoop.” (view post) |
11/19/2007 |