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| Displayed name | Dintiradan |
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| Title | Guardian |
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| Homepage | http://dintiradan.ermarian.net/ |
| Registered | Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Friday, March 23 2007 13:15
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Games I've played the most (not saying I like 'em now): Klondike, Spider Solitare, Jezzball, SimCity for Windows 3.1, Alpha Centauri, StarCraft, Dark Forces II: Jedi Knight I, Star Wars Rebellion, Red Baron, Need For Speed II, Road Rash, Wacky Wheels, Doom I, Wolfenstein 3D, Keen 4 & 5. Good times. EDIT: How could I forget Oregon Trail? Dum-da-da-da-da-da-da-dum-da-da-da-dadada-dum. (DUM-DUM-DUM.) -------------------- Durkon: Aye, I'll be takin' tha Amulet o' Natural Arm'r. It be sendin' me AC inta tha stratosphere. Belkar: He can pronounce "stratosphere" but not "the"? (OotS #130) [ Friday, March 23, 2007 13:18: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Friday, March 23 2007 13:08
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I still visit the Encyclopaedia Ermarian boards occasionally, even though I haven't made an article in months, and never really made any to begin with. -------------------- If I don't look directly at it, it can't kill my brain. - Roy (OotS #127) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, March 21 2007 06:32
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I laughed over that too. I'm so tempted to make a town called Realloc. If JV can have Malloc and Calloc as towns in Valorim, I can certainly have a hamlet named Realloc in the Plains of Array. -------------------- Hmmm. Do you think I could pay for my scroll scribing XP costs with a well-told tale of a drug-addled past of some sort? - Vaarsuvius (OotS #125) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, March 20 2007 19:26
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Johan Miltano. Got a problem with it? -------------------- Do you think that when they asked George Washington for ID that he just whipped out a quarter? - Steven Wright Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, March 20 2007 19:16
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... And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. - Johan Miltano Poet Laureate of the Zsarim Academy of Thought Two Hundred Twenty Three Years before Present Day -------------------- "You have a research permit?" the woman asked, and Ashataro knew that the long day was not over yet. He reached into one of his cloak's pockets, pulled out the vellum scroll, and handed it wordlessly to her. Despite the fact that she had clearly seen him receive the permit from a wizened man two desks to the right, the woman took her time examining the signature and seal. Ashataro knew better than to rush her. It had been four visits since he had last lost his patience with Burrard's secretaries, and he didn't want a repeat of the incident. At long last, the woman handed the scroll back to him. "You said you had an appointment?" she asked without looking at him as she reached to her left for a monstrous tome. Ashataro nodded, returning the permit to its pocket as she opened the book and began running a finger down the pages. Many mortals and immortals alike scorned Burrard, finding his methods inane at best, wasteful and useless at worst. In his defense, Burrard only stated that society depended on his followers to function, and that chaos and anarchy would be the inevitable result if the 'backbone of society' were to fail. Ashataro tended to agree with popular opinion, yet Burrard definitely had his uses. With a loud tsk, the secretary suddenly slammed the book shut. "I don't find you listed as having an appointment," she declared, her tone laced with irritation. Ashataro frowned. "But I booked months ago." "Ah." The women said as she leaned back to reopen the tome, her expression changed to smugness. "You're supposed to confirm your appointment a week in advance. Otherwise, we cancel your appointment. Burrard is busy, you know." She dipped her quill in the pot and held it over an empty page in the book. "Shall I rebook an appointment for you sometime in the next year or two?" she asked with a hint of a smile on her face. Yes, definitely smug. "I remember having a conversation like this last time I visited," Ashataro quietly responded, trying to remain patient. "According to Article 586(e), deities do not need to confirm their appointments with Burrard." "Oh," the secretary responded, crestfallen. Clearly she wasn't aware of Article 586(e). For a moment she struggled with accepting his word and letting him pass. "I'm afraid you'll need to go the Office of Policy Inquiries," she stated finally, a shred of her former confidence returning. "It's in the basement. You'll need to provide three proofs of divinity, and they'll give an authorization slip to take to the Admittance Office, sixth floor. Fill out admittance form AF087-51236 in triplicate; leaving one copy there and taking the other two back to me. Then I'll be able to help you get an appointment with Burrard." Time to fight fire with fire, Ashataro decided. Heaving a sigh, he slowly shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't work, ma'am. See, I'm partaking in Survey 3964Q4549-CT454-9RYT, and one of the criteria I'm responding on is how quick I find the service. I can go to the basement office, if you want, but-" "No, you can go right in," the woman said breathlessly, as Ashataro smiled at her and walked past her desk. "Between you and me, part of my salary this quarter century is dependant on the results of Survey 3964Q4549-CT454-9RYT." Ashataro stopped for a moment, then continued walking, chuckling quietly to himself. He should have known better than to expect that some random gibberish wouldn't exist in Burrard's crazed bureaucracy. His long strides took him quickly down the corridor to the god's private office. Most other deities wouldn't give the old god a moment of their time, but Ashataro knew better. It was confusing to navigate the maze of obscure policies and obtuse secretaries, but once you penetrated it all, you discovered that the ancient god was sitting on a horde of accumulated knowledge. Without bothering to knock - Burrard never answered - Ashataro opened the door to the main office and stepped quietly inside. As far as he could tell, the old god had not moved an inch since the first time Ashataro had met him. Not that Burrard was capable of movement; all that was left of him was a skull, a spine, and his arms. It was rumoured that since those were the only parts of his body that he used, the rest had long since atrophied and crumbled away. The dusty office was completely silent, save for the scratch of Burrard's ever-full pen. The deity was still occupied with the same task he had been for centuries: signing his name on a never-ending stack of paperwork. Watching him, Ashataro shivered, temporarily causing him to forget about the itch he had on the back of his neck. He had studied how the gods aged, how their behaviours changed, how many became solely devoted to portfolios as time went one. He himself had been spending more time cloistered away writing his book as of late. In a century, could he expect himself to do nothing more than write in solitude, absorbed in introspection? It was a chilling thought. Without pausing in his writing or looking up from his work, Burrard spoke, his voice like shredding parchment. "Can I help you, Ashataro?" Ashataro nodded. "I'm here for your information on the latest additions to the pantheon, as before," he responded. Despite his book nearing completion, there was still much more research to be done, much more to be added. "One moment," Burrard rasped, reaching with his left hand for a dossier on his desk, glowing a sickly yellow. Despite having seen the god pull files from it a number of times before, Ashataro leaned forward and watched as with a flash of light the sheet most relevant to Burrard's search appeared in the folder. Ashataro had never understood why Burrard didn't equip his staff of clerks and secretaries with copies of the artefact, and it didn't seem prudent to suggest an improvement of the current system to the God of Bureaucracy. Burrard held the parchment to his face, reading as he continued to sign his name on the stack of forms. A remarkable achievement, though Ashataro mused that the man had centuries to perfect the- "The report wasn't completed," Burrard suddenly stated, a hint of confusion entering his monotone voice. "What? Why not?" "One moment," Burrard said as he placed the file to the side and reached for the dossier again. Ashataro sat down in a small desk on the other side of the room. His neck itched again, but he knew better than to scratch it. After a minute Burrard began reading from the latest sheet. "Initial information gathered and organized by the Office of Diviners and Scryers. After verification of facts by Clerk Twenty Six, relevant information forwarded to Clerk Forty, to be scribed into a complete report. However, Clerk Forty left his post without notice and left the latest report on divinity incomplete." "What else does it say," Ashataro asked, impatient. Burran flipped the page with his left hand as his right continued scribbling away. "The work of Clerk Forty is being forwarded to Intern Seventy Nine. As Intern Seventy Nine has only been working for sixty-two years, no progress is expected on the report until her training ends in four years. As Clerk Forty left without the required two years notice, no severance pay will be offered. This study recommends that a committee be formed to deal with disgruntled employ-" "I don't need to know how you manage your employees," Ashataro interrupted as he stood up. "Apparently, I'll need to locate and interview these new deities myself." "Why not wait until the report is completed?" Burrard asked as he returned the file to the dossier. "It will be done within the decade, and you aren't exactly pressed for time." Ashataro stared. Was that an attempt at a joke? No, surely not. After a moment of silence he simply stated, "I have an itch at the back of my neck again." "You think another of your academies is in danger?" "No, it's not like that," Ashataro responded. "That was more like the prayer feeling that the other gods talk about. This is more like that time five years ago." "You believe something is stirring up in the pantheon?" Burrard asked slowly. "I hope not," Ashataro said as he walked to the door. "I hope not." EDIT: Burrard, not Burrad. [ Tuesday, March 20, 2007 19:20: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, March 20 2007 13:48
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By Aran: quote:You'll always have your bots. -------------------- When I was young, I was the smallest and the weakest. They never let me play in all their halfling games, like Throw the Rock, or Throw the Stick, or Throw the Rock and Then the Stick Shortly Thereafter. All I wanted was to grow up to be a big strong adventurer and go out into the world where I would be accepted. And then, some day, I could return to my home village... and brutally murder them in their dreamless sleep. - Belkar (OotS #125) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, March 20 2007 13:36
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Battle Disciplines <==> Feats à la d20? :D -------------------- Run, run, run, run away from my psychotic teammate! - Elan (OotS #125) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, March 20 2007 07:52
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'Death, Life, and Love'? Judging by your post in the IC thread, you're more of a God of Free Spirits, Adventurers, and Travellers. I'm sure James has his own views on death, life, and love, but that doesn't necessarily make him the patron deity of them. -------------------- Do they have reserved parking for non-handicapped people at the Special Olympics? - Steven Wright Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Monday, March 19 2007 10:54
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Thanks, Lenar. Eventually, I think we're going to need a roster like Slarty/Tyran's for the Avernum RP. Diki, could I borrow Burrad for a post? -------------------- Luckily, none of them can read this comic, so allow me to say: BARBARIANS SUCK! - Belkar (OotS #121) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Friday, March 16 2007 06:53
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By ET: quote:What, did you expect me to say the Midwest? Ethnocentric Yankee. -------------------- No prisoner's dilemma here. Over the long term, symbiosis is more useful than parasitism. More fun, too. Ask any mitochondria. - Larry Wall Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, March 15 2007 20:34
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Direct all Out Of Character comments for the Legends of Divinity RP here. Previous RPs that didn't have OOC threads got cluttered quickly. And by that imperious oldbie tone, I mean the two RPs on SpidWeb I was around to witness. ;) -------------------- Back to the IC thread. Edit: I made the IC/OOC thread relation more obvious because apparently some of the noobs are bewildered. -Aran EDIT: Thanks Aran. What can I say - it was late, I was tired. [ Friday, March 16, 2007 06:27: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, March 15 2007 20:30
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From whence does my power come? What is its source? How was it bestowed upon me, and is it possible that it can be taken away? What are its limits? Most importantly, what am I to do with it? All these, and many more, are questions that should and must be answered. Many gods, previous and current, have taken it upon themselves to shape the workings of Kalandha. I ask: by what birthright? Does our great power entitle us to such mastery over the affairs of mortals? Are we so infallible that we can dictate to them how they shall lead their lives? Only by probing into the very nature of divinity can we hope to shed light on the tangle of morality that every being, mortal or immortal, needs to navigate through... - Ashataro Treatise on Divinity, Preface -------------------- The dark skinned man was already up and dressed by the time the magister came to knock on his door. "Are you certain you want to leave this morning?" the man asked as the traveller shut the door to the guest room and began to walk down the hallway. "It's not often we get scholars passing through here, especially ones learned in such an esoteric field as mathematics." The other man shook his bald head as he adjusted the pack on his shoulders. "Our discussion last night was interesting, Master Wilkers. I'm glad I could help you out in the small way I did. But no, I must be off this morning." The two entered the cloister's main foyer, already lit by the sun's rays. Three of the magister's apprentices were working at small desks in the corner, their quills flying silently over their parchments. The traveller turned back to Wilkers. "I do feel guilty about enjoying your hospitality without reimbursement, though. Perhaps I could make a donation at your cloister's altar?" Wilkers snorted. "A donation would be appreciated, but this cloister has no altar." "Really." The other man raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that this building was dedicated to Ashataro." "Oh, it is," the magister stated, "but we don't worship him here. Truth to tell, I don't believe Ashataro is to be worshipped. All the teachings attributed to him speak of the need for mortals to chart their own course, guided by the universal need for knowledge and learning." Wilkers gazed at the floor for a moment, lost in thought, and then continued. "Personally, I view Ashataro as an impersonal force that embodies these characteristics, and many here feel the same way. That's why we dedicate the places of learning in this region to him." The traveller stared back at him for a minute silently, then finally nodded. "I see. Well, take me to your strongbox then. I'll be glad to donate what I can." *** Half a mile from the cloister, Ashataro glanced back and shook his head ruefully. So I'm an impersonal force now, eh? It probably was to be expected; it was more than a century and a half since he had any major contact with mortals. Most of the scattered academies and other places of learning he had helped institute still viewed him as a god, if a rather minor and withdrawn one. However, others he had visited on this journey, like this last one, had begun to develop their own views on him and his teachings. Ashataro turned and began walking up the path again. It would be against all he stood for to correct them. Besides, this was what he was eventually hoping for. The morning sun was now fully above the rolling horizon of the Zsarim foothills. The crisp wind wound around Ashataro, as he walked and reminisced, gazing at the landscape about him. He always ended his travels here; it was home. At least, it was home nearly two and a half centuries ago. Ashataro glanced skyward. One more visit, and he would return to his current home. His book could use a few more chapters. [ Friday, March 16, 2007 10:24: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, March 15 2007 20:28
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Kalandha is a world that defies a simple description. It is a world of breath-taking natural beauty: soaring mountains, expansive oceans, enormous forests, scorching deserts. It is a world filled with men and women from all races and cultures, existing sometimes in peace, sometimes in discord, sometimes in open warfare. It is a world where guild mages ply their trade in bustling cities, where strange tribes dwell in steamy jungles, where minstrels sing of legends in village taverns. It is a world where gods hold sway over the lives of mortals. Sometimes the debates between scholars over precisely when the first historical reference to a deity occurred can get quite heated. Some say that the first allusions to gods were written in manuscripts over one millennium old. Others state that the oldest reliable records clearly referring to a divine being date back only eight centuries. Regardless, all agree that the presence of gods is a modern phenomenon, and one would be hard pressed to find someone in Kalandha who refused to believe in their existence. The gods are actively involved in the lives of mortals: prophets roam the land spreading the message of their god or goddess and clerics in the upper echelons of their religious hierarchy wield strange powers that they claim stem from their patron deity. Miracles - though rare - occur whenever divine beings feel the need to actively protect their charges, decide that the progress of mortals is too slow, or just whenever the whim strikes. Playwrights often compose elaborate tales of how devout mortals overcame incredible trials only to discover that they had become gods themselves. Such common stories could have a basis in reality; after all, no one knows how the gods came to be whom they are. The fact that gods come and go is also undisputed. Though it may seem that the pantheon is fixed to a certain generation of mortals, history shows that sects appear and disappear frequently, usually having a lifespan of two to three centuries. Whether the religion withers because the deity disappears or the deity leaves because the religion fades away is unknown to mortals, and if the gods know, they aren't telling. Rarest still are the legends of battles between gods; some tales centuries old tell of epic battles between the divine beings, of how some dark god or goddess was vanquished forever (at least, the mortals hope so). One thing's certain in Kalandha: it's never hard to find followers. Whether it's new devotees to the Goddess of the Arts or new templars following the God of Valour hoping to defeat the barbarian worshippers of the Goddess of Slaughter, proselytes are easy to come by. For better or worse, the fate of Kalandha lies in the hands of the gods. -------------------- The premise is simple: you get to play a god. Kalandha is your standard, cookie-cutter fantasy setting. However, you won't be playing adventurers or controlling factions like a 'normal' role-play (RP). Instead, your character will be a god or goddess. The 'portfolio' of your character could range from Olympian-esque (Goddess of War or God of Death), to virtues or ideals (God of Wealth or Goddess of Deceit) to a god or goddess of a specific nation or race. If you really want, you could also play a mortal who is ascending to godhood. Keep in mind that while it might be interesting to have two gods with similar portfolios (think of Ares and Athena's differing views on war), it won't be good to have four Gods of the Ocean. To be safe, private message (PM) a person if you want to have a deity like the one they already posted (in fact, PMing is always a good idea). Some basic rules: - Please keep all posts in this thread 'In Character' (IC). 'Out Of Character' posts should be placed in the OOC thread. - This RP has nothing to do with Exile. This RP has nothing to do with Avernum. This RP has nothing to do with Ermarian. This RP has nothing to do with Geneforge. Get it? Got it? Good. - Most RPs have a "don't be a god character" rule. Obviously, that won't work with this RP. Instead, let's make it a "don't be a God character" rule. Your character, though powerful, can't be omnipotent, omniscient, or omnipresent; make him or her more in line with Zeus or Thor instead of YHWH or Allah. - As with other RPs, killing other player characters without their consent is not allowed (presumably, the gods are immortal). Players giving their gods too much power are also a concern; however, it will also be easier to solve these problems In Character. A God of Completely Unnecessary Chaos and Death can expect every other deity to act against him. Of course, please respect what people tell you in the Out Of Character thread. - Related to this is the guideline that you can't control characters belonging to other players. Obviously, your character is going to interact with the other gods, but there is a difference between using another character for small talk and having another character raze a city for your benefit. Obey the Golden Rule: ask yourself if you would mind other players using your character the same way you're planning to use theirs. Once again, use the OOC thread or PMs, especially early on in the RP when the other players are still developing their gods' personalities. - Finally, this RP is bound to cause philosophical and theological discussion. While the Out Of Character thread is fine for this, it would be more fun to address them In Character. [ Thursday, March 15, 2007 20:36: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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By Excalibur: quote:Yes, but the problem is determining the digits of pi to great accuracy. Short of creating a gigantic circle in the middle of Saskatchewan and making measurements, Leibniz's formula is what we'll have to use. -------------------- Warning: Has been found to cause cancer in laboratory mice. - Label on a box of rat poison Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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Have some bubbly!  Let's see: I'm in in my second year of undergrad, taking CompSci. Right now, it looks like I'll do my Masters after I get my degree. And does working on a project called 'ScriptEase' this summer count as a life-fulfilling dream? :) Tomorrow, I'll be picking up a program planner and be facing the gnarly problem of picking Arts options. A course in cognitive psychology would be interesting. I could take a soft option like one of the philosophy courses on computers and culture, but I don't think I'd like that. Maybe Classical Greek? I dunno. -------------------- Never use while sleeping. - Label on a propane blowtorch EDIT= Formatting~ [ Thursday, March 15, 2007 17:57: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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By Tyran: quote:IT'S COMING, DANG IT! JUST WAIT! -------------------- EDIT: It's fanfreakintastic! [ Thursday, March 15, 2007 20:39: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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  -------------------- Do not use the Ultradisc 2000 as a projectile in a catapult. - Label on a CD player Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Thursday, March 15 2007 13:46
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Using a language that keeps track of an array's size for you makes you weak. ;) -------------------- The poor d12. So maligned, so misunderstood. Shunned by its more popular d6 and d20 bretheren, even the d4 secretly laughs at the poor twelve-sider. The d3 gets more play, and it doesn't even exist. - Elan (OotS #121) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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By Enalya: quote:You wish you were as hot as Gottfried Leibniz. -------------------- Run, my pretty little chunks of XP, run!! - Belkar (OotS #115) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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Besides 0 and 1, all the useful numbers are irrational. Get used to it. -------------------- It's easy to solve the halting problem with a shotgun. - Larry Wall Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, March 14 2007 10:39
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This song will be playing when I meet the love of my life: Log Into You by The Arrogant Worms Right now, I feel: Dangerous by The Arrogant Worms What makes me happy is: Sponges by The Arrogant Worms My love of life was inspired by the song: Stalker Girl by The Arrogant Worms My message to the world has always been: History Is Made By Stupid People by The Arrogant Worms Next time I'm in front of a crowd, I'll say: Let There Be Guns by The Arrogant Worms My friends see me as: It's Great To Be A Nerd by The Arrogant Worms When I'm drunk I say: Drink With Me by The Arrogant Worms My alter-ego is: Malcolm by The Arrogant Worms My deepest secret is: Christmas Sucks by The Arrogant Worms My day will be like: Worst Seat On The Plane by The Arrogant Worms When I'm in the shower, I sing: Christmas In Ignace by The Arrogant Worms My favorite thing to do is: Me Like Hockey by The Arrogant Worms My parents are like this song: Having Fun Is Bad For You by The Arrogant Worms My ultimate song for dancing is: Sex, Drugs, And RRSPs by The Arrogant Worms At my wedding they'll play: Tokyo Love Song by The Arrogant Worms The story of my life is: I Ran Away by The Arrogant Worms My innermost desire is: A Man Has Needs by The Arrogant Worms To cheer myself up I sing: Kill The Dog Next Door by The Arrogant Worms At my funeral they'll play: Trichinosis by The Arrogant Worms -------------------- There's probably a good reason why I don't usually participate in censuses. [ Wednesday, March 14, 2007 10:57: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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I knew it had something to do with 1959 (your postcount), but the '39 release of Wizard of Oz threw me off. That, and I immediately thought Sputnik when I saw the satellite. Oh, right. Grumble. Hey, someone's got to do it! --------------------  Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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That's the problem. When someone says 'Plain Text Format', that means that the file doesn't contain any information about how to display the text; it just contains the text itself. What OS do you have? If you run Windows, a simple test is to try open your script with Notepad. If you see lots of weird characters, your file isn't in Plain Text Format. To be safe, write your scripts with one of the text editors listed here. -------------------- The following two statements are usually both true: There's not enough documentation. There's too much documentation. - Larry Wall Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Monday, March 12 2007 10:51
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You have pretty much free reign with the Empire. In A3, all we see is Valorim - a frontier continent with no real powerbase. There's martial law in the north (Blackcrag and the Army), and in all other places, there's the mayors who do pretty much what they want. There's no reason not to think that the other continents have a more centralized form of government (this is an Empire, after all). Not much in the games talk about how the government works in the more populated areas. We know that there can be political struggle among the mages, and previous roleplays have given rise to the notion that the Empire has ruling Houses. -------------------- I'd put my money where my mouth is, but my mouth keeps moving. - Larry Wall Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Monday, March 12 2007 10:23
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By Eph: quote:I think I remember that fight... the hounds were targeting a spellcasting PC that they couldn't reach because my fighters had blocked a corridor. Since you couldn't win the fight until they had a chance at every PC, I broke the fight and had to reload. Almost as bad as the doppelgangers. -------------------- Doppelganger: Attack me! Attack me! Adventurers: No, you're an illusion. I'm attacking this one. Original: Ha ha! No damage! Adventurers: So we have to disrupt all your illusions before we can even touch you? Original: Of course! It wouldn't make sense otherwise, silly. Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |