Profile for Faint Piping of Two Demoniac Flutes
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| Displayed name | Faint Piping of Two Demoniac Flutes |
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| Title | Guardian |
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Guardian
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written Friday, February 8 2008 12:42
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You know. . . We could have a continuation. . . Tully's post leaves that open. . . :P EDIT: Really bad typo. :rolleyes: [ Friday, February 08, 2008 12:51: Message edited by: Agrajag ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Thursday, February 7 2008 15:28
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Now, now, Goldy, don't be generalizing here. Nalyd would add a general unlikeability to your statement, as well as the No Child Left Behind act and not cleaning up properly after Katrina, among others, bringing his score down to about -3.5. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Thursday, February 7 2008 14:29
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Erm. . . Sorry to steal your thunder, but Munigant's scene was to take place at the actual end of the universe. Trillions of years in the future. So yeah. :( EDIT: Never mind, Nalyd's found a way around that. Kind of. EDIT 2: You might need to tweak yours a bit, though. [ Thursday, February 07, 2008 14:33: Message edited by: Agrajag ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 6 2008 17:35
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Let's have the characters die with dignity, please. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 6 2008 17:13
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Now is as good a time as any, Nalyd supposes. ---------------------------------------------------- Epochs had passed, eons flitting by like sand through fingers. Father Time had sliced through the years, his dread scythe reaping its gory way through the centuries. While eternities had passed in the mortal realm, far greater things than that cursed Munigant among the sadistic realm of the Bloodlands. While at first there had been the corruptive, insane monstrosities ripping him into horrendous pieces, with the beauteous memories of the sacred realm, the realm of peaceful rest and glorious happiness, burning in his mind like the taunts of the universe, it was revealed that they had been only in the cruder physical torments. He had been driven mindless infinite times, blasted into gibbering mania, had his fragile mortal mind twisted upon itself a million trillion times, always to be returned with memories of the horror. He had been put through every demonic scenario possible, everything and anything that would torture him. And they would not let him forget any of it, and the insanity was naught but brief respite, only worsening the evil of his location. But now, a difference. Nalyd was here. Never before had the god been a part of his torture, and that was a torture in and of itself. Munigant had lived with the watchful, caring presence of Nalyd, and unliving without it was horrific. He looked older, careworn, shriveled. Saddened, even for the God of Sorrow. Even the gods age, but their death came with the death of all else. "Now is the time, Munigant. Nalyd told you what your death would bring, and now it is time that you saw it for yourself." And with that they were gone. Munigant saw the world, saw Rune, unrecognizable now, but he knew it to be Rune all the same. "You shall see through the eyes of gods, Munigant. You will feel as we do." And Munigant was aware of everything. All of it, from the most useless subatomic particle, to the vast, endless sweeps of space and the awesome, rending strength of stellar phenomena. But more than that, he was aware of the life. Of the tragedies, sorrows, epics, thoughts, feelings, lives, triumphs, idealisms, and so much more. His mind was flooded with the all-cursed knowing. He should, by all rights, have been shattered then, burned, twisted, maimed, and all the other torments that he had endured. But he saw Nalyd, the wrinkled, gaunt, and sickly face twist in a sorrowful smile. Saw the wrinkles deepen, the gauntness multiply, the sickness strengthen. "It destroys us all to do this, Munigant, destroys the gods to make you like them. But we are doomed now. Doomed, due to you, and it has been deemed worth our greater pain that you endure the evil that we do." And it all died. All of it. Every iota, every useless particle and every rending stellar force. Gone, in a whirling maelstrom of pain and suffering evil. The death knells of the gods were heard, and their cries echoed among the cosmos, etching deeper agony into Munigant. Beside him, Nalyd's bleeding wound exploded in a tsunami of the bloody essence of sorrow, swirling among the void, filling it with evil. Nalyd looked upon Munigant as his blood poured from him, his face dissolving and curling in upon itself. "We are gone, Munigant, gone. . . But you remain, you who caused this, you who killed everything. . . The afterlives are destroyed, Munigant, as is all else. All but you, and my blood. My Sorrow. YOUR Sorrow." And the last god died. And Munigant felt the swirling onrush of the infinite blood, as the corpses of the gods compacted around him. This would be far worse than any torment. For worse than anything else. Munigant was alone, with the infinite onrushing blood tide and the divine corpses of his work. His Sight had returned, and he looked to the future, but there was naught but void. He looked to the past, but an eternity had already gone by, and it could not be relived. Munigant saw the infinity of his doings, and knew that he deserved every last moment. The Infinite Blood hit him from all angles, and he was crushed beneath the Sorrow. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 5 2008 18:50
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Yes, you would be, wouldn't you? :P -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 5 2008 18:49
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Do not doubt the Emperor. You can doubt Tully, but not The Emperor. ;) -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 5 2008 18:07
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Congratulations. May you not be long lived enough to be driven to the following:  [ Tuesday, February 05, 2008 18:23: Message edited by: Agrajag ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 5 2008 16:30
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quote:Probably the ads. *Cough*parishiltonsucks*Cough* -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, February 5 2008 13:36
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Nalyd doesn't blame you. Much tastier meat that way. Horseflesh just doesn't cut it nowadays. [ Tuesday, February 05, 2008 13:37: Message edited by: Agrajag ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, February 4 2008 17:10
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Happy to help. ;) -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, February 4 2008 16:40
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Yes. Some of us, at least. Nalyd can't design for crap, though. [ Monday, February 04, 2008 16:42: Message edited by: Agrajag ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, February 4 2008 16:05
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Touche. Actually, Nalyd does, barring serious occasions, but he doubts that that is the norm. Nice point, though. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, February 4 2008 15:31
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Nalyd hopes that it's trolling, at least. If you bring things like that up in real life, with as much reason for it as was here, you must be quite aggravating. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Saturday, February 2 2008 19:21
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It was still debatable when Nalyd posted. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 1 2008 20:11
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"Level 28 Warrior" (Real name) Revisiting several low-level scenarios, he decides to check out an outdoor goblin encounter. Upon slaughtering them all with nary a hitpoint lost, combat ends. The outdoor encounter is still there, and so it is fought again. And again. And again. Slowly, and after several hours of reading and pressing the autocombat button, the warrior is whittled down bit by bit, into bloody submission. Much death ensues. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 1 2008 20:03
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Spiderwebs. They look rather awesome, actually. Lack of a digital camera/scanner prevents you from basking in their glory. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 1 2008 18:54
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Trolling, my humble newb(As if Nalyd wasn't). Trolling, he was. As a matter of fact, you have just encouraged him. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 1 2008 18:51
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It is Nalyd's hope that the environment be made obsolete sometime in the next century. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 1 2008 17:43
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Seems. . . spammy. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 30 2008 18:38
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Legality be ****ed. ;) [ Wednesday, January 30, 2008 18:47: Message edited by: Agrajag ] -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 30 2008 17:29
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Nioca- quote:Nalyd was addressing Janitorial Closet. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 30 2008 16:43
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Nalyd sincerely hopes that you were kidding, JC. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, January 28 2008 18:33
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Star War- . . . *Sob* -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |