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written Sunday, February 5 2006 07:10
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Check the two most recently locked topic if you really want to know. Just don't say I didn't warn you. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, February 4 2006 21:39
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TM thinks he's funny. Occasionally he's right. This, however, was not one of those times. To get all upset over it, however, is going a little overboard, as I'm sure you'll learn with time. You haven't had much time yet; give yourself more. TM, I agree that people should get over it or get out, but it's not really your place to chase away new members hoping to benefit from Spiderweb's forums. Spiderweb keeps this place up as a service to its customers, not as your playground. If you want to harass the newbies, go somewhere you don't risk chasing business away from a small company. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 3 2006 21:40
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quote: quote:??? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 3 2006 21:34
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OOC: Definitely. Sorry for forcing revisions, but there was simply no way to fit everyone else's posts with yours. This one's good because the only interaction occurs after the action described in my post. I'd prefer to post again after Sherlock or Nazgul... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, February 3 2006 21:20
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Nothing says "globalization" like sushi with ice cream. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, February 2 2006 09:32
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Uhh. Thralni, that still makes no sense. There's no way to work Filbert into that scene as anything more than an observer. If you want him involved in conflict, you're going to need to find a way past Lisha et al. I apologize for completely contradicting your last post, but that was under false assumtions. You can't simply ignore what I've written IC. EDIT: Assumptions, not pretenses. [ Thursday, February 02, 2006 09:34: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 1 2006 22:24
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OOC: It's fine by me. Reminds me of Act IV in Diablo II, actually. IC: He is only mortal, or was, at one point. The traces linger. The demon rose to his full height and roared, almost a cry of freedom. He whirled on the body lying at his feet and bent towards it, taking it in his claws. Lisha threw her cloak open and drew two long, wicked daggers from within. A shot of pain struck her as she crouched, but she gave no sign of it. He said this would happen. He knows. He said not to fear harming his demonic form, but he doesn't know the power of the desert. I cannot poison him. With the demon's attention entirely on Edith, Lisha pounced, driving both knives deep into his back. The demon rose up again with a deafening roar, shaking his body to dislodge his attacker. Lisha held on with her legs and the daggers, evading the flailing, grasping arms. He paused for a second, panting, and she took the opportunity to pull out a dagger and plunge it in again, closer to the neck. This time the roar was more restricted, and had taken on a note of shrillness. Lisha's heart paused for a beat. If this demon dies... Suddenly, the beast tensed and began stumbling backwards. In half a second Lisha's fear for the demon turned to fear for herself; she released the daggers and pushed off just in time. The demon slammed against the wall, further embedding the daggers in his back, then immediately launched himself from the wall at Lisha. Surprised, shesidestepped clumsily and received a claw across her cheek in return. She stumbled back, trying to right herself. The demon turned with an unnatural agility and charged at her. Without conscious thought, Lisha drew a dirk and sliced at him in one swift motion. He jerked away, then crouched, circling, searching for an opening. Lisha transfered the blade to her left hand and groped for a throwing knife with the right. The demon's soulless eyes flickered to her hands, then back to her face; he continued circling. A chill ran down Lisha's spine. Cain is stil there, in a way. The demon knows that I can fight left-handed. As Lisha hurriedly unbuckled a pouch, the demon dodged to the left, then threw himself at her right side. She slashed his arm, but it was a pinprick; his weight struck her shoulder and she fell beneath him, scrambling desperately to regain her advantage. The demon struck her stomach, and the breath caught in her throat. He raised his fist again, brought it down. Lisha rolled, caught the blow on her shoulder. Returning to her back, Lisha raised the dirk as the demon prepared to strike again. He checked himself just in time to avoid impaling himself. Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, Lisha pushed herself away and stumbled to her feet, sprinting in the direction of the rest of the group. The demon roared and followed. As she ran, Lisha dipped her knife into the pouch she'd used on Filbert. She drew it out. The paste barely gleamed on her blade; there was not nearly enough to rbing down the demon behind her. Glancing desperately over her shoulder, Lisha opened another pouch. She plunged the knife in and pulled it out, checked to make sure it was coated. In a few bounds, the demon put itself within five feet of her. Whipping around, Lisha let the dagger fly. It struck the demon's chest and embedded itself. The demon cried out in rage, clutched his chest in pain as the poison took hold. It was a simple poison, the essence of a popular vegetable in Tass Shanti cuisine, but when concentrated and released directly into the blood, it produced the sensation of quickfire running through the veins. The beast ripped the dagger from his chest and threw it aside, groaning in pain. With a murderous look in Lisha's direction, he turned and sprinted back toward Edith. Damn. Lisha was used to killing, not protecting. She retrieved the dagger and began running back after the demon. She hurled the dagger; it struck his thigh and was flung aside. The deon stumbled, but did not stop. She drew another, still running, and quickly went through her inventory of poisons. Pain? Useless. Madness? Useless. Rage? Redundant. Death? Lisha fingered the pouch that had brought down the Hunti warlord, the Eastern guards, that Osirian necromancer. It previous victims were many, its secret known only to her and the trainer with whom she had developed it. She'd used it for demons before. But not allies. Even if it doesn't kill him, it will leave him permanently weakened. The demon was nearing Edith; his intent as obvious. Well. As long as he's still able to hold Orloki off. After that, any weakening will most likely be a favor to the rest of the mortals. She smeared the knife with the numbing potion, more than enough to keep a full-grown man immobile long enough to restrain him with rope and get him safely on a pack animal. A demon wouldn't feel quite the same effect, but this one was still partially mortal. Still flesh and blood, however corrupted. The demon reached Edith. He took the still form in his claws and threw it against the wall like a ragdoll. The knife left the numbing pouch and entered the one of her own creation. Just the tip. The demon went to the wall and bent down. The knife sliced through the air. Thunk. The demon straightened suddenly as if surprised. He reached around for the dagger protruding from his back, but couldn't reach. His thick arms useless, the demon turned to outside help. He backed up to a stalagmite and swung around, catching the knife and tearing it out of his body. The stone shattered; the knife landed at Edith's feet. Cain's demonic form backed up against the wall, panting, it seemed, but slowly, ever more slowly. He leaned heavily on the stone. Dust fell around him. Slowly, as Lisha watched, the hulking form slid to a sitting position, then began to tip over. In a few seconds, the demon was in a heap on the floor. Still. Lisha smiled grimly. He won't die. Not from that. I hope Cain will understand. Just not too well. She walked over to Edith's equally still form, keeping and eye on the demon. I'll still need him. He'd better return soon. [ Wednesday, February 01, 2006 23:59: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, February 1 2006 22:06
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I'm sure I'm leaving out some big ones, but this is what I can think of off the top of my head: All of Rent, with the possible exception of "Out Tonight" (which isn't so much a brick as a... well, never mind) Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi - Carl Orff (Carmina Burana) Don't Look Back in Anger - Oasis Wounded - Third Eye Blind When I'm Gone - 3 Doors Down Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve Losing Lisa - Ben Folds Speed of Sound - Coldplay The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand On Top - The Killers The vast majority of Jesus Christ Superstar Your Song - Moulin Rouge (I'm not a huge fan of the original) -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 31 2006 19:37
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Congratulations, that one was the first to give me murderous intentions... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 31 2006 19:25
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OOC: Yeah, Cain hadn't lost himself yet by Ephesos' post. I would advise a complete revision of that post. I also doubt that Filbert would be able to get there so quickly after his little run-in; remember, too, that there were only two ways to the place our characters are now. There's a reason nobody mentioned chosing a path; there's only one choice, so far, and that is backward or forward.In addition to that, I find the reentry somewhat unbelievable; nobody would stop fighting, that's for sure, and at least two or three of our characters would kill Filbert on sight, wolf-killer or not. He's going to have to do much more than kill a wolf if he's to be accepted; I highly doubt that Lisha would ever put any trust in him whatsoever. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, January 30 2006 19:33
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The Zelda series, in my experience, tends to be very artistic. Graphics aside, Zelda music is some of the best game music ever written. The stories, especially in the older, less action-based games, tend to be well thought out and worthwhile. There was a part in one of the Game Boy Zeldas that I'd go back and watch several times when I reached it. Very artistic games, in my opinion. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 29 2006 20:38
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I could never get very far in that game. Once I tried attacking the guards in one city and getting them to follow me to an enemy city just to see what would happen, but they just waited until I came back and then killed me. Eh. There are some scenes in Diablo II, especially Act V, that I absolutely love. As in, I sometimes just sit there and watch the snow fall or walk around the mountain peak to see all the fortifications below, and I always watch the end scene in which Tyrael throws the sword and destroys the crystal. Actually I tend to watch all of the videos. Starcraft too, and even Warcraft III (just not so much). Sometimes I think Blizzard should stop making games and just make game animations. Then I realize I'm not willing to entirely give up my hope for SC2. Some day, I swear. There were a lot of really awesome backgrounds and weather effects in Ambrosia's Farazel's Wand - I remember calling a friend over to my house just to check out the wind and rain once - but they're probably horribly outdated by now and just looked relatively cool at the time. Though I've never played Half-Life 2, my friend showed me a swinging corpse once that was very well animated (i.e. believably affected by gravity). -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 29 2006 18:57
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Non dico, Kelandon? If you can write it, you can speak it, to some degree... Je parle français, anglais, et un peu de latin. |-|4X0R = 3|\|6|_15|-| 1|= 3|\|6|_15|-| 5|*34 <4r5 |_|53 17, |_1|<3 516|\| |_4|\|6|_|463 =\ -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 27 2006 08:23
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Eh... I seem to have been absent from that particular lesson. It's intertesting to know, though. I actually thought along the same lines as Thralni, because there is another Sealand in that region of the world... EDIT: ttypo. [ Friday, January 27, 2006 08:24: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 27 2006 08:17
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Yes, he does still exist. Eh. Welcome back to both. I'm not here enough to notice that someone's gone for a week, even if it is Thuryl, but I did notice your absence, Marlenny, and I am glad it's over. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, January 24 2006 00:04
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Lisha was the product of decades of training, the majority of which had put her life at risk in one way or another. Not all who were trained for her position sruvived; in fact, many did not. Had she not learned how to deal with demons, and learned quickly, she'd never have lived so long. In fact, demons were relatively weak; they usually needed some sort of outside force to bring them into the world, and only the most careless of summoners would allow his slave to exceed him in power. Orloki was different. How he had come into the world, she did not know, but he had most likely been residing within the mountain since before arcane summoning had become an ability of mortal man. Orloki was no slave, of that she was sure; he was his own master, and, it seemed, self-mastery was not enough. She would find no mage whose death would weaken Orloki, no artifact bound to his existance. The demon himself was her only target. And yet, he does have minions. A groan rose from the floor, and Tuulentekija pushed himself into a crouch. He put his hands to his head, obviously in extreme pain. Suddenly, Lisha reached for a particular pouch and a knife and made her way to the warrior. She knelt near him and showed him the blade. He looked at it, then at her. "I have a paste that numbs the flesh around an affected area. If you will allow me, I'll make two cuts above your shoulder, here, and below, here." He recoiled. "Small cuts," she added. "It is a temporary solution, and not one I'd normally use, but my own healing supply is depleted and Edith..." She trailed off, uncharacteristically. "Do it," he whispered. She nodded and pulled back his cloak. She smeared a small knife with the poultice and grasped his arm tightly. The blade cut through his skin and entered him temporarily, just scatching enough to show red, then was drawn back out. Tuulentekija shuddered in pain, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Lisha pressed her palm against his skin to keep the numbing blood within him, then made the second cut about half a foot further down his arm. Tuulentekija clenched the fist of his other hand tightly and gave a low, suppressed groan. As the others watched, Lisha kept the areas compressed until the bleeding halted. Then she replaced the cloak and straightened. Tullentekija moved his arm experimentally, then yelped in pain. "Give it a little longer," she said. "It's subtle, but if you move your arm in a minute's time, you'll feel only a heavy dullness." She turned to the others. "Let us continue. Orloki is trying to stall us; we cannot allow him success." Cain snarled, nodding in the direction of Edith. "What about this?" Lisha stared into empty eyes, eyes that had once betrayed a great depth of knowledge and now betrayed their old master. "She will come with us. Cain, you will watch her. She is in no state to escape." It seemed true, too. Even with the demonic power strengthening her, Edith looked ready to fall apart. Being thrown against a stone wall had taken a toll on her. They continued along, Cain watching Edith/Orloki nervously. What Lisha had said about Cain's soul lingered with the group; Tuulentekija and Sequoia watched Cain and Edith before them, wondering if parts of them, too, were in Orloki's possession. They came to a bend in the cave. A rustling noise caught their attention; Melora bent down to pick something up. "What is-" "He's destroying it," the elf snapped. "Hurry." Suddenly, Edith, who had been staying ahead of Cain, began sprinting down the corridor. Cain yelled in anger and, in a few bounds, caught her in his claws. "The woman is useless!" cried the voice of Orloki from Edith's lips. "Do with it as you will; I need it not!" No one moved. After a few seconds of silence, Lisha spoke. "Kill her." All heads turned toward her. Sequoia stepped forward. "You said-" "Kill her." He turned to Cain. "Wait." He went to Lisha, clutching the necklace. In a harsh whisper, he said, "You told me not to kill her. That would be playing into Orloki's claws. Why have you changed?" He adopted a slightly nervous look. "Has he- are you-" "No." Drawing a knife, Lisha walked over to Cain. "Edith is already lost. Only Orloki remains. He will use this body as a tool of our destruction. Let us not aid our enemy." Reaching into her cloak, she made a show of selecting a dagger and a pouch, and, beneath the cloak, smeared her weapon with poison. "If anything is left of the woman we knew, she will feel nothing." Melora spoke. "Do not touch-" "It is too late." Lisha shot them a quick glance. "She is gone." She flashed the dagger out of her dark cloak and drew the blade across Edith's breastbone, avoiding severe physical damage but planting the poison near her heart. Edith/Orloki gasped in pain, then slid from Cain's claws, tumbling to the cold stone floor. After several seconds of silence, Tuulentekija drew his horrified gaze away from the body. "You killed her." "No." "What?" He looked at her, pointed at the body. "She is dead!" "There was no poison on that blade," Lisha responded with a mirthless smile. "Orloki must have let her go, believing her body lifeless. No; she has life, but her soul is lost." "Orloki..." "Cain." He raised an eyebrow. "You are connected with Orloki somehow, are you not?" He nodded reluctantly. "Good. Then maybe you can determine what he has done with Edith, and how to restore her before Orloki discovers what has happened. We will stay with her. The rest of you, go ahead. We will be with you shortly, one way or another. Attract his attention, maybe, but keep it from Edith. We may yet restore her." -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. 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written Monday, January 23 2006 21:40
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Yes... it would help if there were alternative font colors, but I suppose we can't have everything. EDIT: No, unfortunately we cannot. [ Monday, January 23, 2006 21:41: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, January 23 2006 21:31
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Death rates have significantly decreased since that period of time, even with nuclear weapons. The ability to kill people without being anywhere near them may be scary, but this kind of technology would probably be put to far better use than killing individuals; intercepting missiles, for instance, or possibly disabling hijacked airplanes (I'm completely making that but, but it seems like there should be some way to slow a hijacked airplane without destroying it...). Also, I'm liking the other notable route this technology is taking - using pain and nausea to disable attackers. Sure, it could be devestating in the wrong hands, but then, so could every modern weapon. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 22 2006 18:30
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Sadly, there are currently 180 emails in my Gmail spam box, three of which I moved there from my inbox. Compared to Netscape, though, it's an oasis. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 22 2006 18:13
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People and lizards, then. And the lizards are armed too. Maybe that explains the minute-men... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 21 2006 22:42
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quote:He's not talking about other forums, just this one. What he's saying is that his Spiderweb account may not be secure, so if we see him acting abnormally, that is why. It's not likely that that will happen, but it doesn't hurt to give forewarning. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 21 2006 22:33
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If you don't know what this poll is about, it's probably because you haven't read *i's post about halfway through this page yet. I couldn't let that question go unanswered, and I think we have to count all the Aloraels as only one. If they post as one, they vote as one. Poll Information This poll contains 3 question(s). 58 user(s) have voted. You may not view the results of this poll without voting. function launch_voter () { launch_window("http://www.ironycentral.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=poll;d=vote;pollid=lkgfXwOBhKtu"); return true; } // end launch_voter function launch_viewer () { launch_window("http://www.ironycentral.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=poll;d=view;pollid=lkgfXwOBhKtu"); return true; } // end launch_viewer function launch_window (url) { preview = window.open( url, "preview", "width=550,height=300,toolbar=no,location=no,directories=no,status,menubar=no,scrollbars,resizable,copyhistory=no" ); window.preview.focus(); return preview; } // end launch_window   -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 21 2006 22:06
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quote:Account names wouldn't be the first to be poured from it... would you really want to put that much stress on Aran's program? I'm kind of curious now... I'm going with *i's suggestion, whether he meant it or not. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 21 2006 21:41
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I kind of agree with Semodius, though. Compare Avernum to other turn-based RPGs, tiled or not, and you'll see what I mean. No, Avernum's graphics can't compare to the latest from Ambrosia or Microsoft, but they're a hell of a lot better than others in the category. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 21 2006 14:17
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^Speaking of "what is there to gain..." Why compare them? Because they had notably different philosophies, different goals, and different ways of achieving them. If one followed Malcolm X's example, their actions would be significantly different from someone who followed MLK's. What there is to be gained is the knowledge of experience that can be used to address those unfulfilled, fundamental goals. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |