Maebius

Well said. :)

I would agree as well. Citizenship may "technically" have been removed for Magistra due to the mechanics of leaving an Alliance, but should not effect eligibility for this vote. If Magistra wins, the citizenship would be restored. She can also now put up a vote for "regular" citizenship too, if she wishes, through the usual game-mechanics ways.

Ditto Ditto. (belatedly)

gah, again, Belated, But Blessings for Birthdays. :) (if it's not too late)

Birthday blessings!

As you wish... :P My second quote of course would be: "The Souffle is not the Souffle, the Souffle is the recipe". or perhaps: "There's no point in growing up if you can't be Childish sometimes" And Tarq, I now must go re-watch BladeRunner. Thanks! :D

I'd love to see a list of anonymous-ized replies to the Submission form on there. I enjoyed drafting one. :D

Entropy is the gravity that levels the water on an infinite bumpy slope. There are quite a few points for "stability" to form lakes on the mountainside, but crack one open and it still flows down to the next "false zero". :ph34r: :blink:

darn it I missed the date. Happy happy belated Birthday, regardless! Hope you got your fondest Wishes. :)

wow, I'm a bit behind the times... My hugest congrats and warmest welcomes. Glad you finally made it here. :D

I loved it. :) Think Mur woudl mind if I make that screenshop of doom my windows background for this week?

Yes, very nice post, and I'm glad to see it, to direct folks that MD is different. After all, "Do you want to play a game?"

Hmm, while I see the value in more "internal MD" stuff like guardds, or broken patterns, or such, I think in some ways that misses the spirit of what drew me here initially. (Note: the below is obviously biased, cause I [i]really[/i] like clickable scripts!) The power of this realm is that We make it run smoothly, or not so smoothly. Expanding Story Mode, or working with official repetitive Quests would be a short-term benefit for most players, as this new content would quickly be 'solved' and back to the same state we are in currently. However, the fact that anybody can do almost anything, given time, luck, and skill, is the real draw of this game for me. I like what you wrote BFH. Ignoring the obvious historical issues with some 'events': Want to make another GGG event? Grab some friends and start it. Want to liven up Loreroot's people? Find a bit more Sludge and run with it. Want to gather people in the Park for a time instead of GoE? Put hangman on the signpost. Want to irritate people, or find some like-minded new allies? Deplete resources everywhere. There's such a myriad of things to do, using the tools already provided, which are "official" because they happen. Granted, not everything becomes popular, or persists. But things that do, do so because they fit best with the current state of MD. We hold the power, really really. Heck , when Molquert was added to give us an "[i]official Thing to use for ressurrection[/i]", what happened? He died. Says something about our little realm, doesn't it.

As with all the other wishes, may this one find you well. Happy birthday!

[quote name='dst' timestamp='1362476363' post='133439'] Should I check deeper? [/quote] Well, two (per day) were used, it seems. That being said, I figure, with any tools, abuse is possible, but why not give someone the benefit of the doubt. If Fyrd gave him a jar willingly, we don't need to concern ourselves too harshly with why or how it is used. It was Fyrd's tool to share. Fang now has it. Tools are meant to be used. If they are abused, then act upon that and deal out harsh punishments. That also being said: Fang, sometimes silence is stronger than words, which seem to tend to get you tripped up when any flaw is found.

Placeholder for future, as my local region still has about 4-6" of snow, and ice below that. [size=2](We ordered our seeds, but planting outside is usually a Beltane Event here, in upstate NY, due to microclimate being colder than the national weather-zone map would imply)[/size] Cool weather starters tend to happen around the end of March at the earliest...

Happy Happy Birthdays.

A bit late to the party, but I agree with Shadowseeker's comments there. While I thought the 'selfish wishes" was more to simply gague our personal motives and inspire some furure events or concepts within MD, granting a bunch more than the top three was a nice friendly touch. (I say this unselfishly). MoC is such a clown, though, isn't it?! For those wishes ungranted, and those to-be-later. I think this is good cause to keep working towards those goals now, to make them "real" even if not yet manifest. That's the overall "theme" I considered the origical topic to be meant for. Springboarding our imaginationsa bit. Well done, all!

Life is a game we play with others. Life is -really- a game we play with ourselves.

Forgive the delay in replying to this, but it seems the results of a public poll quite well reflect my own thoughts and the other secret judges. Though it was a much closer call in my mind. Congratulations to #7 (PLIX PLOX) for those winning wings! I'll be organizing prizes for every submission this week. (just back to MD today, after another sudden work trip, then vacation... so catching up a bit today. )

I was just thinking the same thing. Happy Mursday, Manu.

I've seen these and figured they were weird artefacts of idle people, or, as you said locations with 'invalid/hidden/secret/something' coordinates that hte map smooshes up at pixel # 0,0.

What they all said! ^ Happy Borthday!

Belated, and thus extra-saved-up Birthday Blessings to you Both!

[log='Entry #8'] "What are your Wings?" [color=#ff0000]Love.[/color] link to picture: [url="http://storenow.net/my/?f=5805"]http://storenow.net/my/?f=5805[/url] [/log] [log='Entry #9'] My wings - are ignorance. Only if I allow myself to forget everything I know, only then I can feel as wind fills the wings If I become naive, then nothing is impossible for me. And I can fly easily, without doubts. Because with knowledge comes doubts, and they starts to crowd in mind, prohibiting to move freely and fly. So sometimes, ignorance is virtue. At least for me. Three times folded Wings of crystal gray. Leaves that are under snow - All of them are sleeping. [/log] [log='Entry #10'] [color=#008000](Maebius Note: the file linked at StoreNow below is a zipped MP3 of the recording sent to me.)[/color] My wings are my ears. Not that they are that big (:-p), but since I was a child, music and sounds really made me fly. With eyes closed and all other senses expanded, gates to otherworldly realms can be opened at the tiniest vibration. Sound as the primal spark, the OM. Imagination as the fuel, Transposition (as in synesthesia) the mechanics allowing me to "play a poem". For your quest I let madness flow as well and tried to "play" the poem outside Sage's Keep. "Scrolls of every size and shapes - that may lead to the world's demise" So here we are: first of all I recorded sound samples. I took papers, scrolls and books and recorded page flipping, paper ripping, paper crumbling etc. I assembled "page flipping" sounds in the space, I added a chirpy and airy synth sound as a flying carpet, because Marind Bell is (also) a realm of Imagination, because of Wind's Sanctuary, because of Wings of wind etc. I wanted this sound to be Brian Eno-esque, ambient music, something vast yet minimal, in order to display a realm full of possibilities. An open space. The pages turn always at the same pace to create an hypnotic effect, or... isn't it just you falling asleep? Wake up! After around 2' something happens. The sound of page flipping is replaced by a harsher one, scrolls are now ripped, crumbled.. Together with the scrolls, the very structure of sound is ripped. Time is stretched until it reveals its essential components, its "nerves". It's the world's demise. Papers seem to be whispering while ripped.. The music changes too: the initial synth sound changes into a minor key and then degrades away (the effect I used actually reduces the sample rate of the original sound, hence it acts in a Entropic way... 3'45" - 4'15"). In the meanwhile, an old church organ emerges to play what once was Chopin's "Funeral march". Even this has been Time-stretched and reverberated as to assume cosmic proportions (it is, in fact, unrecognizable: from a cosmic perspective, or a detached plane of existence, even the world's demise can be accepted :-p). From 4'30", the church organ is dubbed by a detuned sound, which used to play the same piece as the organ but without being synchronized. Both the detuning and the a-synchronization represent to me clues of Entropy. Music and tuning are all about Syntropy, but musical instruments - being subject to Entropy - tend to go out of tune. The cool thing is that I learned to play a brief excerpt of Chopin's funeral march specifically for your quest. The execution (on keyboard) was not perfect because I'm really not a key-nius; but that was functional to the feeling I wanted to express. Recording crappy music and trying to make it sound good through electronics is the 21st century alchemy! :-D [url="http://storenow.net/my/?f=5885"]http://storenow.net/my/?f=5885[/url] [/log] [log='Entry #11'] I have written a number of poems, each describing a different aspect. They may not be as classy as your own, but then again, I'm no poet So yeah, it took quite some time. _________________________________________________________ This first one shows how wings are a little related to creature fighting: Come to me, my little angiens, My prodigies, my cherubins. I seek thy wisdom! Thy knowledge! Thy power! Rise, my angiens! Let the whole world be known! Protect me, my angiens! As I have raised thee! Endowed thy purposes with words and made them known! Share my feelings, my angiens! Avenge me at betrayal! For thee, and thee alone, make my wings. Wings that allow me to be free, and experience the greatest ecstasy! __________________________________________________________ This next one is on how my wings are a symbol of freedom: I rise into the skies, enjoying the light breeze against my face. They take me anywhere, Everywhere. Feeling free, I scream. But not with fear, but delight! The delight of being free! Oh, the sweet bliss that liberty brings along, The sheer unending joy I've waited for so long! I soar over the seas, gazing at the horizon. Flutter over the forest, to see what nature has gifted me with. Rise over the mountains, and see the world, with wings! Knowing now my way! Finally loving myself! ________________________________________________________ Last one, which shows wings as a symbol of guidance: Prithee, my wings! Show me the light, the world behind the trees! Show my the light, which wisdom's eye sees! Prithee, my wings! Show me the path I seek, not one so bleak! Guide me towards the right way, and lead me not astray! Prithee, my wings! ________________________________________________________ Hope you liked them! =D There is a deeper, inner meaning inside each of them, if you close your eyes for a moment and Seek, Search, Choose, Ask, Act, Try, Know and Fly. Thank you for teaching me that, Maeb [/log] [log='Entry #12'] What are my wings? I guess I never got an easier question! I am using them every day. As soon as I wake up in the morning I stretch them, stroke them, dust them, so that they shine again…and fly. Every moment they support me, give me strength when I am weak, hold me when I stumble and carry me away when I get into trouble. I look more gracious having them; I would be the most miserable creature losing them. But that will never happen because they are a part of me. Maybe, reading all that, you are moving on your chair impatiently waiting that I actually say WHAT they are. I am not going to torture you any longer:) Those wings started growing the first day I saw HIM at the Maple Road. It seemed HE didn’t even notice small and unsure girl, standing in front of big and mighty Guards of Loreroot. Or did he? HE suddenly started speaking and I felt something like a wind carrying me softly away…I looked around, not fully understanding what was happening. The next moment I realized that there was an utter silence…he looked at me, waiting for the answer to some incredibly difficult, tricky question to the unknown and complicated fighting system, the question which I haven’t even heard. I smiled…and HE smiled in return. From that day I realized that something is changing, something is growing in me, making me see the world from another perspective. One day I woke up and realized I have wings. So WHAT are they? My Friend, I almost sure that you know the answer if you already had the precious privilege to love and be loved in return. [/log] [log='Entry #13'] I will understand it as "what makes you tick". Thirst for cognition, to understand the world we are in and the very existance, escaping the feeling of mass pointlessness. Moments of pleasure and joy, even tho I always feel an urge for them, pass, and the feeling of their pointlessness comes. How do we feel comfortable about ourselves, how do we feel human, without understanding our 'mission'? If there is no realm for our 'souls' after our deaths, is it our task just to help the future generations by sharing our experiences, just for the whole race to stumble some million years later, rather than now? How do we escape the thought of us being someone's programs in a virtual world, that will die out and vanish, like our computer ones do? Seeking I see as an only legitimate way to counter this madness given to us by the very existance. Can one really call himself a human without a thirst for seeking an answer? Wouldn't he just be a simple animal, ignorant in their beauty? Even though the final answer may be horrifying, wouldn't that still liberate us? "Earning your wings", you once mentioned to me in fun. Earning by understanding? There was a thought in ancient philosophy, about virtues being tightly related with understanding. One would, and only then could, become brave if he would understand the essence of being brave. Conclusion is that there is only one true virtue - understanding. Although I get a feeling of becoming trapped. My greatest stimulation for being alive makes me 'die'. As much understanding you get, you tend towards the status of the observer, who passively observes and does not interfere. It is a known comparison of action being life and passive state being death. How do I preserve my wings that are slowly wearing out? [/log] [log='Entry #14'] I'd have to say that my friends are my wings. They lift me to places I've never experienced, new heights of joy and wonder, and they also glide down with me when I am lost and disconsolate. Without my wings, I'd be alone in a large and wide world, unable to move on and find my next roost. Without my friends, I'd be dejected and gloomy all the time; with my friends, I can soar on wings like eagles' to peaks and places of wonder. My wings lift me up and set me down gently. My wings get me where I want to be. My wings push me on to new heights and new goals. My wings let me fly. [/log] [log='Entry #15'] What gives you wings? what makes you fly? what brings that sparkle in your eyes? It is not an item no, to me it are my friends aye, I’d follow them to whatever ends They’re always there for you they support you when you’re sad they’re people to hold on to they worry when you’re feeling bad I don’t know what I’d do without them by my side there’s so much I’d lose and every day I’d die a little bit inside [/log] [log='Entry #16 - INELIGIBLE as it's an old poem I wrote that semi-inspired this quest] In times of quiet desperation, I turn to seek the storm. For in that tempest-tossed fury, in the twisting of the world around me, I am lifted up. I lose control. And then, I am truly free...[/log] (The edit was to split the post into two chunks, and format the poll better, no real content was changed)