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My brain is incapable of remembering these things...

Label

(I thought the Lion was on that box that looks like a....never mind.)

http://www.gamesites200.com/mpog/in.php?id=3037

this website has something really funny, the Voice part of the capture does random, i got "in the next episode of nabneffa boy" or something

Tee hee this is my submission.. soo vivid... Herrrrees Mother!


[IMG]http://i817.photobucket.com/albums/zz93/Asterdai/unleashmother.jpg[/IMG]

Edit : if you wanna see my mother being released - here she is
http://s817.photobucket.com/albums/zz93/Asterdai/?action=view&current=mumandrobertsingingMD.flv
complying to the rules see fun for all the family!

that you are my friend, that you are.

Z

Sir Noobalot. Apparently chopped Bob down, just like that, out of nowhere, with a magical axe that apparently came out of thin air....with people standing right in front of him...who obviously wouldnt stop him...obviously. So miraculously Bob was healed...just like that....funny thing that.

Z

er...two...why?

Z

Going through my work e-mails, I found the following from a company called Aarca...for some reason...I have no idea why *cough* it made me laugh rather a lot...

[i]"This year we won't be sending you a Christmas card.
Instead we have spent our Christmas card money on a Goat for struggling people in the third world.
But it doesn't stop there, we are paying for the goat to have an animal shelter built, food and vet/medical care so that the local people truly get the best out of it.
Goats provide loads of benefits – they give a family milk to drink, fertiliser for their crops, and kids (baby goats!) to add to the herd or to sell at market.
We hope you do approve – the cards would be binned in January – the goats will give people a sustainable income for a very long time!"[/i]


Z

From Asterdai


Entwined in The Weave

The Great Spirit, The World Tree,
the vast forest of the life and the song
woven in its roots are you and me,
there is a feeling here, its where we belong
wandering this forest, trees tower above
alone now, i am keeping you near
i may lose my way but never your love
in my heart now, i have nothing to fear
we will allways be together, though you are gone
in this vast forest of our life and our song.

From: Mysteria Blue

Ode to Bob

Tree that needs protection
You honor us with a reflection.
Seeing you with leaves
Would allow me to spread the rumor that you are the King of Trees.
Drink much water and grow strong
And honor us with your rustling song.

aldwin30: Bob i wish for you the gift of movement
aldwin30: The only worthy and needed improvement
aldwin30: Sight would certainly scar your visage and grace
aldwin30: You would see the world living in disgrace..
aldwin30: Speech will denyof your ambience and solitude
aldwin30: Which will certainly erase my will and fortitude..
aldwin30: Hearing shall give you nothing but pain and suffering
aldwin30: It gives your a plethora of memories not worth remembering...
aldwin30: With movement you could come with me to a better place..
aldwin30: A place away from this one...towards a kinder and gentler race...

Here is what has already been given:

[b]Marvolo:[/b]
[url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9hPp_OHUHg"]Song for Bob[/url]
[b]
Prince Lewas:[/b]
[url="http://www.humyo.com/FKKxjYC/MD/Dawn%20Mist.mp3?a=pJLz2d34dHc"]Song: Dawn Mist[/url]
[b]
Aldwin30:[/b]
Oh tree with a shriveled head..
For you my blood will shed..
Because you have cared for me everyday..
And always listened to what i have to say..

[b]Intrigue:[/b]
Lonely Tree, Lonely Tree,
Are ye still alone as I sit by Thee?
Watch those who pass along the road,
Naught of thought of you or me.

[b]Kouros:[/b]
Ancient Tree both tall and broad,
Full of leaf, flower and fruit,
Cool shade and refreshing dew,
What wisdom did you hold?
Secrets of power ripe for plucking

Withered now and twisted of limb
Barren and blighted by power unknown,
What will it take to renew your vigour?
Daily we care for you begging and pleading

Show leaf, show flower, show any sign at all
That one day you’ll be green again
Proud, and straight, and tall.

[b]Khalazdad:[/b]
Tree, tree of life,
Loreroot’s avatar and sigil,
Survivor of droughted strife,
Standing such a lonely vigil.

Guarded by these mortal men,
Sleeping, smoking, telling stories,
Of distant woodsmen, Kith and Kin,
Harkening to faded glories.

Sleep well, sapling of old mother,
Slumber in peaceful contemplation,
In this, the age of Sister and Brother,
Safe from evil and isolation.
Guarded by these mortal men,
Harkening to faded glories.
[b]
Kouros and Tzaroth747:[/b]
Bob, noble Tree, lonely but not alone,
You stand as a silent sentinel, and gather about you strange creatures of beauty,
A mix, each on their own of a different make,
But all sharing a similar love, a common purpose,
You, most worthy, to you we devote our affection, our kindness, our protection,
Water, and nuts, and hugs, and fertiliser,
And other nice things, all of these we shower upon you,
As we both walk along with busy plans,
Or stop to stand and admire your quiet beauty,
Friends, you have, friends enough to make the enemies keep their distance,
Ever aware of our staunch vigilance,
Fear not, great Tree,
For your protectors are watching.
[b]
Ledah:[/b]
Burn, Bob,burn!
I really wanna watch Zlei yearn,
As he realises tis all for naught,
And you’re your ashes in an Urn.

Purple, green or orange fire,
I’ll make you into a Sacred Pyre!
I really wanna burn you, Bob,
Burn, burn, burn =D
[b]
Z:[/b]
Bobby is my favorite Tree
By his side I love to be
and when he blooms excitedly
I often faint with pure glee!

Some thought that tree was surely dead
From it's protectors they often fled
Protectors shot them in the head
Hide the bodies...garden shed...

Oh Bob the Tree you are divine
you have a new friend in Aqune
who'll help us conquer Dst
now wouldn't that be lov-el-y

Here is what has already been given:

[b]Marvolo:[/b]
[url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9hPp_OHUHg"]Song for Bob[/url]
[b]
Prince Lewas:[/b]
[url="http://www.humyo.com/FKKxjYC/MD/Dawn%20Mist.mp3?a=pJLz2d34dHc"]Song: Dawn Mist[/url]
[b]
Aldwin30:[/b]
Oh tree with a shriveled head..
For you my blood will shed..
Because you have cared for me everyday..
And always listened to what i have to say..

[b]Intrigue:[/b]
Lonely Tree, Lonely Tree,
Are ye still alone as I sit by Thee?
Watch those who pass along the road,
Naught of thought of you or me.

[b]Kouros:[/b]
Ancient Tree both tall and broad,
Full of leaf, flower and fruit,
Cool shade and refreshing dew,
What wisdom did you hold?
Secrets of power ripe for plucking

Withered now and twisted of limb
Barren and blighted by power unknown,
What will it take to renew your vigour?
Daily we care for you begging and pleading

Show leaf, show flower, show any sign at all
That one day you’ll be green again
Proud, and straight, and tall.

[b]Khalazdad:[/b]
Tree, tree of life,
Loreroot’s avatar and sigil,
Survivor of droughted strife,
Standing such a lonely vigil.

Guarded by these mortal men,
Sleeping, smoking, telling stories,
Of distant woodsmen, Kith and Kin,
Harkening to faded glories.

Sleep well, sapling of old mother,
Slumber in peaceful contemplation,
In this, the age of Sister and Brother,
Safe from evil and isolation.
Guarded by these mortal men,
Harkening to faded glories.
[b]
Kouros and Tzaroth747:[/b]
Bob, noble Tree, lonely but not alone,
You stand as a silent sentinel, and gather about you strange creatures of beauty,
A mix, each on their own of a different make,
But all sharing a similar love, a common purpose,
You, most worthy, to you we devote our affection, our kindness, our protection,
Water, and nuts, and hugs, and fertiliser,
And other nice things, all of these we shower upon you,
As we both walk along with busy plans,
Or stop to stand and admire your quiet beauty,
Friends, you have, friends enough to make the enemies keep their distance,
Ever aware of our staunch vigilance,
Fear not, great Tree,
For your protectors are watching.
[b]
Ledah:[/b]
Burn, Bob,burn!
I really wanna watch Zlei yearn,
As he realises tis all for naught,
And you’re your ashes in an Urn.

Purple, green or orange fire,
I’ll make you into a Sacred Pyre!
I really wanna burn you, Bob,
Burn, burn, burn =D
[b]
Z:[/b]
Bobby is my favorite Tree
By his side I love to be
and when he blooms excitedly
I often faint with pure glee!

Some thought that tree was surely dead
From it's protectors they often fled
Protectors shot them in the head
Hide the bodies...garden shed...

Oh Bob the Tree you are divine
you have a new friend in Aqune
who'll help us conquer Dst
now wouldn't that be lov-el-y

aldwin30: Bob i wish for you the gift of movement
aldwin30: The only worthy and needed improvement
aldwin30: Sight would certainly scar your visage and grace
aldwin30: You would see the world living in disgrace..
aldwin30: Speech will denyof your ambience and solitude
aldwin30: Which will certainly erase my will and fortitude..
aldwin30: Hearing shall give you nothing but pain and suffering
aldwin30: It gives your a plethora of memories not worth remembering...
aldwin30: With movement you could come with me to a better place..
aldwin30: A place away from this one...towards a kinder and gentler race...

From: Mysteria Blue

Ode to Bob

Tree that needs protection
You honor us with a reflection.
Seeing you with leaves
Would allow me to spread the rumor that you are the King of Trees.
Drink much water and grow strong
And honor us with your rustling song.

From Asterdai


Entwined in The Weave

The Great Spirit, The World Tree,
the vast forest of the life and the song
woven in its roots are you and me,
there is a feeling here, its where we belong
wandering this forest, trees tower above
alone now, i am keeping you near
i may lose my way but never your love
in my heart now, i have nothing to fear
we will allways be together, though you are gone
in this vast forest of our life and our song.

er...two...why?

Z

[center].tip.
.of the top.
.reaching skywards.
.branching outwards.
.the cream of the crop.
.those apples a dangling.
.so deliciously tempting.
.and the crisp of the crunch.
.So, my memories will stay.
.for all eternity this way.
.although you are barren.
.so pale and grey.
.nothing.
.to fear.
.no need.
.to cry.
.you are.
.here.
.and so.
.am i.
.stay.
.here.
.amidst.
.warm.
.arms.
.oh how i wonder now.
.what my life would have been.
.if i were you and you were me.[/center]

Personally, to a degree and in the majority of cases, I think the scenes only seem static until you do something to give extra growth to them. Force of the masses or of high intellect, as has been proved on many occassions but which seems to get frequently forgotten at speed. Time therefore does have some sort of relevance indeed, as does imagination to a huge degree...but having said that I do love this concept of static memories as a thought experiement, and would hope someone will go into the aesthetic significance of what they define as a snapshot, just because I would enjoy reading.

Incidentally, glass being a liquid is an urban myth unfortunately propegated by far too many sources but quite obvious if you try pouring your window over any given period, or by doing some research if you want to get more specific. Maybe a better example would be a plant, its growing and moving, just at a different percepive level to us. At it's own level it appears quite animalistic as anyone who has seen the program "life" could testify to.

Z

Personally, to a degree and in the majority of cases, I think the scenes only seem static until you do something to give extra growth to them. Force of the masses or of high intellect, as has been proved on many occassions but which seems to get frequently forgotten at speed. Time therefore does have some sort of relevance indeed, as does imagination to a huge degree...but having said that I do love this concept of static memories as a thought experiement, and would hope someone will go into the aesthetic significance of what they define as a snapshot, just because I would enjoy reading.

Incidentally, glass being a liquid is an urban myth unfortunately propegated by far too many sources but quite obvious if you try pouring your window over any given period, or by doing some research if you want to get more specific. Maybe a better example would be a plant, its growing and moving, just at a different percepive level to us. At it's own level it appears quite animalistic as anyone who has seen the program "life" could testify to.

Z

Personally, to a degree and in the majority of cases, I think the scenes only seem static until you do something to give extra growth to them. Force of the masses or of high intellect, as has been proved on many occassions but which seems to get frequently forgotten at speed. Time therefore does have some sort of relevance indeed, as does imagination to a huge degree...but having said that I do love this concept of static memories as a thought experiement, and would hope someone will go into the aesthetic significance of what they define as a snapshot, just because I would enjoy reading.

Incidentally, glass being a liquid is an urban myth unfortunately propegated by far too many sources but quite obvious if you try pouring your window over any given period, or by doing some research if you want to get more specific. Maybe a better example would be a plant, its growing and moving, just at a different percepive level to us. At it's own level it appears quite animalistic as anyone who has seen the program "life" could testify to.

Z

Name – |_Ark_Mattarox
Player ID – 10113
Title/Tag – Controlled Shade
Undefined entity commonly referred to as Shade. Usually being a fragment of a larger cluster and without individual identiy.
Interests – Individuality
Petition – I believe humans would call this my birthright

Name – Ledah
Player ID – 5305
Title/Tag – The Puppet Master, Necrovion Archivist (unofficial)
Role – Collector and researcher of all kind of information about Necrovion, he will push himself to his own limits in persue for a single drop this precious knowledge.
Interests – Necrovion Lore, Shades, Black Water, Liquid Dust, Creatures.
Petition – I would like to a citizen of Necrovion because this land had always some effect on myself, ever since Khalazdad recruited me and because it the land I am most affiliated with

Well, let's just see it this way..

Action=reaction. The question just is how big it is, because humans don't react equally.

And..although this is unasked for, since jail does sound harsh, it isn't used for administrative reasons as much anymore it seems, because Mur would ban directly. Plus, you can still RP inside the prison. The madman just gets even more mad, if that is possible, talks to nonexistent people, etc. And when he gets out, he's even crazier, attempts it even more vile.

Also don't forget, you can even make forum polls to get out, aside from just escaping from jail.

Well, I'm a firm believer that the truth is out there...which brings me to the point:

[img]http://lh6.ggpht.com/_F7PZ_1Ghzm8/SyJCOz7Q4_I/AAAAAAAAAso/43CwpXAaWSw/SNAG-0017.png[/img]

I think I'll go into the fortune-telling business, reading the future in random captcha's
On an off-topic fortune-telling side-note - you MUST read Cristopher Brookmyre's "Attack of the unsinkable rubber ducks" - amazingly funny and eye-opening book on the subject, by a relatively young author, winner of the Glenfiddich Spirit of Scotland 2007 award for writing - if you can't find it paperback (I found it in Amsterdam airport, now home of about 400 of my hard-earned euros, spent there on books this year), try isohunt, but do buy it if you like it, such works really deserve recognition.

This is the story I submitted. Forgive me for artistic license in portraying characters.

King Firsanthalas, leader of the Guardians of the Root, is standing with Tarquinus and Prince Rhaegar in the meadow. They talk quietly on strategy as members of the Guardians, the Savelfusers, and the Children of the Eclipse make preparations and ready for battle.

A shout goes up as Captain Sparrhawk arrives in the battlefield. “Sparrhawk! What is your report?” asks Firsanthalas. Bowing low, Sparrhawk answers. “My King, Ailith and the Sentinels are now entering past the Guards at the Gates!” Firsanthalas replied. “Very well. Bring it on.”

Another shout goes up as Darrybarry runs in from the Hidden Exit. “Hail Tarquinus!” he utters breathlessly. “Well met, darrybarry!” replies Tarquinus in a quiet tone. “What tidings do you bring?”

Darrybarry clentches his fist upon the hilt of his Sword tightly. “The MR’s are even now passing Alchamys Statue. And they are not alone, Lucius. I spotted Yrthilian walking with MRD.”

First glancing at Princ Rhaegar and then Firsanthalas, Lucius acknowledges the information and sends Darry to help the others prepare.

Looking disdainful, Princ Rhaegar looks back at Firsanthalas and Tarquinus. “This battle is not yet won or lost.” he said quietly. “With this first snow fall, the enemy has also not had time to prepare and train for this battle. We can only hope that the cold will take them down first, if not our warriors.”

Suddenly the battle field erupted with sound as the members of the Loreroot Alliance raised their voices as One. From the South, Ailith and the Sentinels had walked into the clearing. Jeers and trash talk erupted from both sides before subsiding.

From the Hidden Exit, the MR’s came into view and Loreroot and the Sentinels exchanged verbal confrontations with the MR Alliance members before King Yrthlilian raised his hand, momentarily quieting the Alliances.

“King Yrthilian. said Firsanthalas. I don’t recall you being invited to this little skirmish.” Yrthilian smiled without warmth. “I didn’t know I needed one to pay a you a visit, King Firsanthalas.” he replied. “You call the MR’s and the Sentinels but leave me out of a battle? That is just cold my friend.”

A female voice interrupts. “If you boys are finished posturing like peacocks, can we get on with this? My feet are getting cold and Sagewoman promised the victors get hot drinks back at the Root of the Matter Inn.”

As one, the men turn their attention to Ailith, leader of the Sentinels. Pleased that she had their attention, Ailith went continued. “Forgive me if I got this incorrectly. We are not to use spells, magic, creatures or weapons for this battle?”

Firsanthalas nods his head and then spits off to the side. The spit turns into an Ice Cube as it lands in the ankle deep snow. “Just how are we to fight? Fist de cuffs? How droll.” said Ailith dryly.

Prince Rhaegar, looking impatient, speaks up. “Woman, do you not see that we have to use what is at hand?” Use your Head!” Bending down, Ailith scoops up some snow. “Oh, do you mean this?” she said sweetly. Ailith throws the snow into Prince Rhaegars face.

With a roar, the field broke out into scuffles as members of the Loreroot Alliance, the Golem Alliance and the Sentinel Alliance start making and throwing snowballs.

“Battle Stations!” shouted Firsan as he ran through the snow to his Alliance. Tarquinus, using hand signals, indicates to his Knights and Priestess to uncover the readied surplus of snow weapons and pray that they landed where they were thrown. Not to be out done, Prince Rhaegar too had his Priests grabbing prearranged spots on the battle field.

The MR’s, though in foreign territory, were no slouches in making weapons spur of the moment and with guidance from King Yrthilian, snowballs were being thrown with accuracy. Several of the Savelfusers were getting targeted and much Cursing was heard echoing in the battle field.

Ailith and the Sentinels showed no quarter and it didn’t matter who got hit. Equal opportunity with the Guardians of the Root as targets or the priestesses of the Moon. At one point, Ailith herself was bombarded with snowballs from her own Warriors!

King Bull, once a Sentinel, took exception to that and came to Aliliths rescue while Caru became a human shield, sacrificing himself on behalf of his mother.

Clearly, the snowball fight had become a free for all. Watching from the path and out of harms way, Zleiphneir and King Lifeline watched the me lay with amusement.

“Pitiful.” said Lifeline with a gleam in his eye. “Bloody aweful if you ask me.” replied Zleiphneir. Suddenly Zleiphneir and King Lifeline found themselves flung into the battle by invisible hands. “No sitting on the sidelines you two!” said Mur del Mur with sadistic glee.

By now all the Alliance members were cold and feeling a bit out of sorts with much slipping and falling in the by now trampled battlefield at Wasps Totem. Clearly not taking any sides, Zleiphenir and Lifeline got their shots in as well as taking their lumps.

Feeling a Burst of ingenuity coming on, Zleiphneir jumped King Firsanthalas and held a snowball to his face and rubbed it in. When Firsan yowled his protest, the Alliances of Loreroot rallied to his side only to be held off by the MR’s and the Sentinels. Clearly, the battle had come to a stand still.

"I think, said a grinning Zleiphneir, that this battle is lost with the taking of the King. The battlefield became quiet as the Alliances Heads thought this over.

Finally, Ailith spoke up. “I think I can speak for Everyone when I say I can’t feel my feet nor the fingers of my hands. And he isn’t even in this battle.” Yrthilian helped Firsan up off the ground and clapped him on the shoulder.

“My friend, I believe she is right. I could use some warmth.” said Yrthilian. “Oh alright!” replied Firsanthalas. “My Kilt is stiff as a board and that isnt a good thing. I declare this battle a draw.” With much good natured complaints and booing, the battle field was left behind for the warm of the Root of the Matter Inn.

The End

For me...this is how it is:

MP3 is a level for learning
MP4 is an RP level
MP5 is a fighting level...the ultimate fighting level actually as defined

So...forcing MP levels seems like a total change to the system as a whole for me. A change that makes the system more automated and functionally processed which, if thats where it is going, is a good idea, but from the perspective of a role player isn't such a great idea. I suppose it really depends how you view the game. For me, as most are aware, its a no simply because I don't like the enormous cocky attitude and arrogance that resonates within the fighting system ruining the RP for me, and (sorry if i misinterpret here but...) not having enough people to batter doesn't seem like a good enough reason to me. However, if the game is indeed to become a more automated system then RP has little to do with that factor and as such this idea is a viable one.

Z