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You have a devestating critical as far as points are concerned in this case.

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I consider my smiting as full and complete sir.

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No hope for the damned RP [IC] in General
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It would be nice to say there is at least one fundamental truth about deserts in the universe, however there isn’t.

Jeran stared out across an endless expanse of greyish yellow sand. Oh well he thought I tried. His arm felt better after a few hours, and the bruises had already faded from his dark skin, leaving the toned muscles to their solitary splendour. He sat under a scrawny bush, sword slung across his back as always, arms crossed over his knees, face twisted in its usual contortion of angry suspicion.

He hated deserts. Give him a one-man stand against the forces of eternal death, destruction and extra French homework any day. The last time he’d been in one a tribe of rather-older-then-was-good-for-the-body tomb guards has been chasing him because he had apparently violated some long-forgotten ten thousand year old burial site, thrice cursed by some god not even the rocks remember now. He’d escaped of course, after falling down a precipice into a lich lair and finally convincing it to return him to civilisation after several bottles of millennium-old desert grape wine and an invitation to dinner, which was sadly later interrupted by a band of tomb-robbers who had been informed of a mysterious black figure lurking around the triangles and swearing as he was hit by the various decades-old traps the pharaohs had installed to protect their cobwebbed old dungeons and paradoxically, Jeran himself.

Adventuring was never an easy profession; the fact that he had never been one was not the issue. He hated adventuring, with a fury. Unfortunately due to quote “Past influences” end quote, he was now inextricably linked with such a career. Life losses its subtle lure after several millennia of uncooperative servitude towards beings a person would just as soon stab repeatedly with a glowing rod of sharpened starmetal.

He repressed the urge to sigh, as around him, sighing generally caused continents to collapse and dark lords to be born. Ok, so this isn’t entirely accurate, around Jeran, sighing generally caused creatures to take an interest in him and transport him to places were such things were actually happening at the time. So that’s cleared up. He plucked the old sword from his belt and swung it about for the heck of the thing. It was an old, corroded blade that had stalwartly endured his rabid attempts to sharpen it. In a pinch it would probably make good firewood, and if he was really desperate, the woodworm in the handle would make a decent snack. His inventory consisted of provisions for another day, the sword, and the only thing that he was assured to keep in his planar travels. The Voah Stone. Perhaps one day I’ll find a use for it he thought absently, returning the sword to its place and securing the little opal-like stone back in his travelling cloak.

He had just settled down to sleep, when his near-perfect hearing caught the slightest of sounds in the bushes. It was classified in the humming, whirring cockpit of his brain as a red-liner, an invasive noise, the noise of something without the grace of nature, and the stupidity to attempt to creep up on him. Old, half-dead senses began to reassert themselves, the neurological equivalent of old computer software chugging into overdrive to cope with the graphical requirements of some vastly updated configuration system.

Or the reverse; in short, Jeran’s body was undergoing a transformation, gone was all the old sarcasm and demeaning behaviour, in its place was a consciousness honed by three thousand years of trial and hardship. A primal creature, driven by naked instinct and bloodlust, one implanted in his genetic memory in a universe so far divorced from this one that even the gods feared it in their ancient halls of thought. Unfortunately, this was all taking part in a place of memory that Jeran had long since sealed away and trapped so that he would never find it again. Therefore, his reaction was to get up slowly (Terrible idea) and stare wildly around the featureless plains. There was a pregnant pause while the universe remembered who it was dealing with, then Jeran realised.

“You’re behind the bush aren’t you?”

Something hit him in the back, lifted him off his feet and deposited him in a heap several metres away. He struggled upright, shaking sand deposits off his travelling cloak and staring around for his assailant. He didn’t have to search for long. A massive, hulking figure shambled out of the darkness, reaching for him with long, blunt appendages. He yelled a curse to the air and dodged nimbly aside as a woody arm-like protrusion slammed into the rock he had been lying on, smashing it into an intricate stonework jigsaw puzzle. There was no fire nearby, no light, and all his vision was telling him was that something that looked horribly like a massive bush was coming at him with alarming speed. He somersaulted behind another rock as a wine sneaked out from the writhing mass and slashed the area were his head had just been. He could just make out massive, dagger-like thorns on it before it was sucked back into the plant-creature, which shambled towards him again, as fast as a running man and a thousand times as smelly.

Methane He thought wildly fire, have to get some fire!

The stench was almost asphyxiating, but he ignored it as he dodged and weaved his way over to his pack, he had exactly three seconds to reach inside, snatch a tinder box and leap away again as the animated cookbook nightmare leapt at him from yards away, the entire bubbling mass somehow launching itself into a clumsy long-jump to grab at his legs. A tentacle/vine/whip appendage caught him in midair around the ankles, thorns tearing into his soft flesh, liquid fire was the only way to describe the searing agony that lanced through his body as he was plucked out of the air, and he realized numbly that the creature must be poisonous as well as smelly. Then he was on the ground, his feet being dragged steadily into the centre, or maw of the heap, then he realised that this was exactly where he needed to be. As the wet mass began crawling up his chest, his hands struck the flint into the thing. White flame roared skywards, a massive bonfire erupted among the rotting leafage of the thing, and an unearthly crackling, screaming, tortured bellow issued from it. Jeran dragged himself out of its trailing tentacles, and rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames, he had timed it right, the explosion had been funnelled upwards then outwards, away from his body, which had been pressed face-down to the ground.

He lay on the damp grass, breath coming in laboured gasps as dark blood oozed from his torn legs, to coagulate with the pinkish-green secretions of the dying creature as it screamed. The pain from the venom had dulled, and Jeran registered dimly that in fact he wasn’t hurting at all, it was clearly a slow-acting anaesthetic, to prevent prey from damaging the creatures intestines as it was swallowed whole for processing in the stomach. This was all rather hazy though, as his vision began to fail him. It was better to regenerate now and view the remains later, then try to fight this poison. He let himself turn inwards, secreting himself away in the most secured parts of his mind, his bodies heart-rate dropping, the processing of the poison slowing, the flow of blood decreasing, the cell replacement increasing, much akin to a dead troll regenerating lost limbs then rising to plague foes again. The phoenix would be reborn…tomorrow.

Jeran drifted on endless dark wings through corridors of the timeless void. And at the back of his mind, an ancient dark thread began its steady pounding on the walls of sanity.

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The Time has Come in General
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I know, it was for dramatic effect.

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Hey, is anyone else getting all forum text in sixe 18, and bold at all times?

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I just can't win can I?

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I believe a new clarity has just desended upon me in all its incredible glory. Excuse me a moment while I find my face.

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The Time has Come in General
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My surprise is incredible and unessesary.

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Except the death of everything we have ever created here in all possible time-frames ever and again.

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No hope for the damned RP [OOC] in General
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Originally written by Ephesos:

Jeran, you're missing the point of the RP. You can't just burn rubber across the desert, it's a major undertaking. It's a freakin' desert. So if your character is going it alone, it's more or less a death sentence.
And the point of having a bunch of villagers who have in all likelyhood never even seen a stretch of sand on this trip would be...?

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If it's money you need, I've got about 600 stashed away at the moment from various enterprizes.

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No hope for the damned RP [OOC] in General
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What meeting? I'm already way ahead. Just how many miles is it between Emerald and the lost city?

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Who is?

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Originally written by Nemesis.:

You know where the door is. But don't expect to get your sanity back.


I have been insane from birth, I hold absolutely no illusions about the stability of my mental state. Seriously.

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Female's get the "Sir" title like men? Wouldn't it be "Mistress" or "Master" or "Siress" etc?

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That is myself.

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Geneforge and Online Play in Geneforge 4: Rebellion
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Amen. Some games are made for online play. Others die from it.

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Behold II in General
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Actually, anyone know were the Almighty Iffy One has been gone for the past week or so?

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I noticed that bit, but I got the idea he was still relating me to "it"

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A Question in General
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Originally written by Nemesis.:

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Originally written by Xel'Raga:

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Originally written by Nemesis.:

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Originally written by Xel'Raga:

(censored)!
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Fair warning: some of us consider that offensive.

Some of us swallow paper clips, but I will edit that post.

Not the most tactful fellow, are you?

*sigh*

In my experiance Xel, certain members here find it utterly impossible to drop a subject, no matter what you try. With him, sarcasm is not only dead, but buried under a concrete bunker and surrounded by tactical nuclear mines.

[ Sunday, March 23, 2008 08:47: Message edited by: Jeran Korak ]

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I am honestly trying to think of something to say here that will not annoy Dikiyoba, unfortunately I cannot find any response that you will not immediately turn into another one of your annoying jokes. So I'll just ask you not to continue this, or I will lose my temper. Stop stereotyping me to some purile FF noob wannabie, I've spent years distancing my character in every way from that purile show, and at every turn it's been "O_o he uses a Greatsword, it must be a Final Fantasy one guys! WTF lol noob!" I'm sick of it beyond belief, even if it’s a joke it makes me want to break things. So just stop.

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I believe it was ensnaring Fibres, which were exclusive to GF5.

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quote:
Originally written by Drew:


You obviously have a vivid imagination, and that's great. Just try to channel it a little more reasonably and appropriately. You're from Ireland, and that's cool. I'm certain that most of us are much more interested in your perspective on things about the real world than we are about you pretending to have a giant Final Fantasy-style sword.

While I appriciate what you are trying to say, may I just state.

IT IS NOT A BLOODY FINAL FANTASY SWORD!!!!I CANNOT OVERSTATE THIS ENOUGH!

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Originally written by Xel'Raga:

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Originally written by Jeran Korak:

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Originally written by Jumpin' Salmon:

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Originally written by Jeran Korak:

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Originally written by Jumpin' Salmon:

You know stareye is messing about just to render all of our posts obsolete.

Well fine. This will never be obsolete.

Stareye is a Dunder-head.

IÀ!

For future reference #7557, this post of yours is spam. Aside from moving a post from page 1 to page 2, you have added nothing to this discussion. I find it sadly typical that you do so two posts after stareye posts warning that reads,
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Implicit in this was "meaningful posting" which is "not spam".
Moreover, I'm fairly sure you have no idea what a Dunder-head could be. So, get over yourself and the obsessive need to post your nothingness.

Thanks.

#5755: Practice what you preach.

Burned?

All aboard the quote train!

I find this entire forum an absolutely perfect example of the old saying "All property is theft...except mine"

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Originally written by Jumpin' Salmon:

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Originally written by Jeran Korak:

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Originally written by Jumpin' Salmon:

You know stareye is messing about just to render all of our posts obsolete.

Well fine. This will never be obsolete.

Stareye is a Dunder-head.

IÀ!

For future reference #7557, this post of yours is spam. Aside from moving a post from page 1 to page 2, you have added nothing to this discussion. I find it sadly typical that you do so two posts after stareye posts warning that reads,
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Implicit in this was "meaningful posting" which is "not spam".
Moreover, I'm fairly sure you have no idea what a Dunder-head could be. So, get over yourself and the obsessive need to post your nothingness.

Thanks.

#5755: Practice what you preach.

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