Oh goodness where in the world did this come from. I shall refrain from colour formatting for these answers. You are a wonderful Paul Cezanne. Pokemon Black and White in colour. The future that was both unwound and then lost. The puzzles that required logical reasoning. I am much too frail to rebound via an enormous elastic band. I am not awesome. We may debate this until one of us feigns death. You, here, conducted through text, and to answer this question. It would be an honour, madam. Insane. I have conducted things I am proud of? You were very much quite the Camille Pissarro. You are even more so the Camille Pissarro with but a touch of Monet and Manet. Everything. Except the garbage. And Rob Ford if you are Margaret Atwood. And Stephen Harper. spdude. Watch myself act in a manner similar to Gohan, currently smoking up the marijuana. *breathes* CG: THE JAPANESE ANIMATION IN WHICH A FORMER HALF-VAMPIRE HAS SINCE RECOVERED THROUGH EFFORTS OF A STRANGE MENTOR FIGURE AND ANOTHER VAMPIRE NOW WEAKENED TO THE POINT OF BEING REMINISCENT OF A YOUNG, BLONDE-HAIRED PREPUBESCENT GIRL WHILST ATTEMPTING TO SOLVE THE VARIOUS SUCH PROBLEMS AND DILEMMAS OF FEMALES OF ALL AGES THAT REPRESENT AND MANIFEST THEMSELVES THROUGH SUPERNATURAL CREATURES AND FORCES. HERE. The 20th century. Or the age in which Sara ruled the forum. Lincoln would attempt to emancipate the food on the other table, Louis would be driven off of the table in itself and Hitler would attempt to make lebensraum for his seventeen dish selection. "This reminds me of a puzzle." You were quite appealing, Edouard Manet. You are but an amazing Monet at this point. You may continue your denial of the true excellent game, my good sir! I am sorry, Mami! I offer my dearest apologies! Back away, vile Kyubey! Spoiler I am the man of a thousand voices. All of my 999 voices are horribly conducted however. You are quite the Cezanne, though I do see a bit of Degas in yourself. [video=youtube;hUJagb7hL0E]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUJagb7hL0E[/video] The minimalism in the anthem is represented by the lack of noise. I would treat the Dog Tier Jade with excessive huggles and more saccharine antics. I have already had both diabetes and a heart attack after seeing that Jade so I must be very careful. My first reaction to such would be knocking myself out by the back of my cranium coming in powerful contact with the ceiling and I would learn to live on the ceiling. In my dreaming time or some such. Chivalry is only dead for those who believe it is dead. Only one, sadly. You may certainly do so. I do believe zero is a lovely number. It is both absolutely nothing and yet is infinite in its potential. Puella Magi Steins;Gatica Living with KH-Vids? It would be either one of the two: 1. Lord of the Flies on a larger scale 2. Sloppy make out sessions Possibly both of these at the same time. It is a rather long story rivalling War & Peace or Shakespeare's First Folio in length. What it does involve includes a number of factors from utilising a sock as a wrench and grappling with vicious clones of Fyodor Dostoevsky on the floor of one of Le Corbusier's homes created back in time for Jane Austen. Very Degas. You are essentially a twirling concoction of Degas and Monet. Yourself messaging myself at 4:30 or so informing myself that I was to partake in this question time. The ascension of ginta. I do not recall Shou Tucker writing any essays. But yes. My most vivid or impacting dream? http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=004748 Horrendously disturbing. It is too lovely for my horribly ignorant posting. Charmander. Meeting for the first moment. Pissarro, Monet, and Sisley. All of the hugs, all of them. A true gentleman is always the night. I adore thee as well! Degas and Manet. GlossaryManager. From what I have seen of yourself, you appear to be rather Degas with a touch of Cezanne. Linen thread. Studio DEEN. They both despise my existence. If you have ever heard myself on MSN or Voxli you will hear my tirades on Chrome every three days. Quite the Degas, I must say. You are essentially very Monet. Great literature in the context of my writing is akin to saying that Robespierre was a life-valuing saint. The What would What, as the What What What, if the What could indeed What the What, What? I concur, it certainly was unexpected. I only learned myself this afternoon. Pissarro and Manet, to a lovely combination of Cezanne, Pissarro, and Manet. Ah, whoever said that we had left the general Bering Strait area, my good madam? Oh most certainly! 'tis but an honour to see another lovely artist's work on something as that. I had presumed Canada was simply a part of Florida. Ah, "looking forward to" is the most enormous understatement since American slavery was termed "The Peculiar Institution". A true gentleman prefers Professor Layton. Unless you do indeed enjoy slamming desks. When I was able to successfully insert the vertical tetromino into the side of one of my stacks in Tetris. Happy day! Quite the Degas, but on the inside I certainly see very much a Cezanne and Pissarro combination. Perhaps a bit of Sisley. Nietzsche was always alright towards myself. The firemen. They are wonderful people for risking their lives to save others in such danger. 10. It is perhaps how many times in total we have conversed. We must do so more! I found you, good sir, to be a sort of midway between Degas and Cezanne. You have thus shown a few Sisley colours as well. You are very kind-hearted and affable, and I must certainly commend that sir! Too many electrons in your being I must say. All of the green in the world. To the left of the cube. This question is implying that there are people who do not enjoy being your cousin. Very Cezanne, Sisley, and Monet. Now you are essentially a combination of quite a bit - the aforementioned three plus Manet. Interneting. This is the first question in my two question time threads that has actually made myself blush at first and then attempt to type in another horrible "spdude" joke before I realized I have already done so, and now this headache is limiting my ability. Bravo, madam - you have bested the wild monster that is What?. 1. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 2. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 3. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 4. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 5. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 6. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 7. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 8. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 9. Roxasvsriku - Ban the zombies 10. Tienewman - Throw the server at the zombies Cookiie. That troll. I feel I have already caused mental harm to a few people through these answers so I truly must apologize for that. The root is horrendous punnery. Upset and depressed may be the proper noting, yes indeed, as I was never a fan of those arguments that took place on the forum and essentially turned into wars of flame greater than any fire.
Such is not necessarily always the case - the symbols of John and Jade were green and blue respectively and their text colours were vice versa, but for the sake of simplicity we may conduct this. Pesterchum has been tested numerous times as well and is functioning perfectly. Here is a link to the latest download.
This is possible concept art for the sprite (note how I decided to become an enormous buffoon and place my symbol as a pin on my hat): Spoiler I am horrid at spriting. Exemplary! As for what has been chosen thus: Britishism - Seer of Heart Sumi - Rogue of Time Fearless - Heir of Blitz Jojoj - Knight of Vim Guardian Soul - Judge of Gravity Plums - Thief of Voice What? - Sage of Discord To those looking for titles, you may either randomize one or answer yourself the question of "what challenges you" as it is indeed a title that challenges the player that SBURB places upon them.
ENEMY - Top Hat [■■■ ] 12|20 ALLY - Sforzato [■■■■■■■■ ] 32|40 The Guardian Soul [■■■■ ] 16|36 HTML: COMMAND - > ATTACK > Sforzato ---> Top Hat 2 > The Guardian Soul ---> Top Hat 2 > COMBO > ITEM <UNUSABLE. NO INVENTORY.> > FLEE THE GUARDIAN SOUL > Cane Swipe Missed! SFORZATO > Eighth Beat CRITICAL HIT! - 12 Top Hat 2 defeated! The Guardian Soul gained 25 XP! [■■■■■] 25|25 The Guardian Soul is now Level 2! Health + 4 Learned Cane Crack! [ ] 0|40 Sforzato gained 25 XP! [■■■■■] 25|25 Sforzato is now Level 2! Health + 8 [ ] 0|40 ITEMS > Canned Lazerbeam. "A lazer in a can, for practical use." <CANNOT PICK UP DUE TO LACK OF INVENTORY!> xxx --- You have just survived a SURPRISE ATTACK. You are not even sure where it came from. You are not sure how you were able to beat the HATS effectively with your strange EIGHTH BEAT PUNCHING ATTACK. At least, you don't remember well. Dear god are you confused. THE GUARDIAN SOUL said that you would be safe in the alleyway at least. Glancing around you, you see that this alleyway has NO POSTERS, strangely. You put your TRUST in THE GUARDIAN SOUL once again. He did save you here, somewhat. "Good, you can fight." "What the hell was that?!" "They're everywhere. Top Hats. A bit like dapper, run-down scouts. Tricky little things. They love to take pictures. The good thing, though, is that they have to scuttle back to their buildings to retrieve the data. A bit inefficient for the city, but it's the best for places that don't need too much attention like out here in the boondocks." "Follow me." You decide to FOLLOW HIM. TOP HATS. You will have to remember those horrid little things. At least you feel STRANGELY INVIGORATED and BEARING MORE ENDURANCE AND VITALITY. Very strange. Bah, it is dark. Extremely dark. THE GUARDIAN SOUL informs you to close your eyes. You comply. He begins to lead you, very slowly, through a long hallway. You hear a soft beep. After what is almost an ETERNITY, he pushes you down onto a rather comfy chair. What an excellent break for your hurting backside. "Open your eyes." "Now is your chance to ask me anything, Sforzato." The enormous screen behind THE GUARDIAN SOUL flickers to life, revealing a rather strange symbol and some text below - in English! Thank the gods, you are not completely illiterate here. "Welcome." ASK? >_
COMMAND - > ATTACK > Sforzato ---> Top Hat 2 > The Guardian Soul ---> Top Hat 2 > COMBO > ITEM <UNUSABLE. NO INVENTORY.> > FLEE
Well I do hope you excuse that, we make our livings as stalkers! Cutting the stalks of corn is very hard work, I must say. That is quite...
Today shall be a writing day. First Sforzatoquest and then this lovely satirical work. Do be wary. As for the next play in question, if this is relatively successful a poll may be the best option. Oh certainly, I shall attempt to make references to as many members as possible. Not in Romeo & Juliet. I personally believe you would be an excellent Cassius or Mark Antony from Julius Caesar, however.
How in the world did you manage to capture a photograph of myself when reading my history book?
Have you attempted to reassure the factor of your wish to help?
HOMESTUCK. END OF ACT 5. Oh yes. Yes, I have decided to post a handful of my art in the Traditional Art section. This was created after five or so minutes, and I cannot draw dog ears (or any of this for the matter) for my life. Comments and critique, if you may.
SCENE I. Spam Zone. A public place. Enter XIII-ROXAS and GRAXE, of the house of FEENIE, armed with posts and reputation XIII-ROXAS GRAXE, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. GRAXE No, for then we should be colliers. XIII-ROXAS I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. GRAXE Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. XIII-ROXAS I strike quickly, being moved. GRAXE But thou art not quickly moved to strike. XIII-ROXAS A dog of the house of DAXA moves me. GRAXE To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. XIII-ROXAS A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of DAXA's. GRAXE That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. XIII-ROXAS True; and therefore women, being the weaker members, are ever thrust to the threads: therefore I will push DAXA's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the threads. GRAXE The flame war is between our masters and us their men. XIII-ROXAS 'Tis all one, I will show myself a troll: when I have argued with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their access to the internets. GRAXE The internet access of the maids? XIII-ROXAS Ay, the internet access points of the maids, or their maiden access points; take it in what sense thou wilt. GRAXE They must take it in sense that feel it. XIII-ROXAS Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. GRAXE 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes two of the house of the DAXAs. XIII-ROXAS My naked weapon is out: troll, I will back thee. GRAXE How! turn thy back and log out? XIII-ROXAS Fear me not. GRAXE No, marry; I fear thee! XIII-ROXAS Let us take the forum rule of our sides; let them begin. GRAXE I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. XIII-ROXAS Nay, as they dare. I will negative rep them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Enter MIXT and TY MIXT Do you give negative rep to us, sir? XIII-ROXAS I do give negative rep, sir. MIXT Do you give negative rep to us, sir? XIII-ROXAS [Aside to GRAXE] Is the forum rule of our side, if I say ay? GRAXE No. XIII-ROXAS No, sir, I do not give negative rep to you, sir, but I give negative rep, sir. GRAXE Do you troll, sir? MIXT Troll sir! no, sir. XIII-ROXAS If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a member as you. MIXT No better. XIII-ROXAS Well, sir. GRAXE Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. XIII-ROXAS Yes, better, sir. MIXT You lie. XIII-ROXAS Draw, if you be men. GRAXE, remember thy swashing blow. They fight Enter CHEVALIER CHEVALIER Part, fools! Put up your posts; you know not what you do. Beats down their swords Enter PIKA PIKA What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, CHEVALIER, look upon thy death. CHEVALIER I do but keep the peace: put up thy post, Or manage it to part these members with me. PIKA What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all DAXAs, and thee: Have at thee, staff member! They fight Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Forum Members, with clubs First Member Clubs, bills, and normal members! strike! beat them down! Down with the FEENIEs! down with the DAXAs! Enter FEENIE in his gown, and KELLY FEENIE What flame war is this? Give me my long post, ho! KELLY A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a post? FEENIE My post, I say! Old DAXA is come, And flourishes her posts in spite of me. Enter DAXA and CLAWTOOTH DAXA Thou villain FEENIE,--Hold me not, let me go. CLAWTOOTH Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. Enter ROXASVSRIKU, with Attendants ROXASVSRIKU Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-- Will they not hear? What, ho! you members, you trolls, That quench the fire of your pernicious internet rage With purple fountains issuing from your text, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd posts to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved ROXASVSRIKU. Three flame wars, bred of an airy word, By thee, old FEENIE, and DAXA, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our forum, And made the Spam Zone's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: If ever you disturb our threads again, Your forum presence shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: You FEENIE; shall go along with me: And, DAXA, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of banning, all members depart. Exeunt all but DAXA, CLAWTOOTH, and CHEVALIER DAXA Who set this ancient flame war new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? CHEVALIER Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them: in the instant came The trollish PIKA, with his suggestions prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging quips and wits, Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till the ROXASVSRIKU came, who parted either part. CLAWTOOTH O, where is LLAVE? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray. CHEVALIER Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the forum's side, So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, That most are busied when they're most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing him, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. DAXA Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Alice's profile, Away from the light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. CHEVALIER My noble aunt, do you know the cause? DAXA I neither know it nor can learn of him. CHEVALIER Have you importuned him by any means? DAXA Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself--I will not say how true-- But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. We would as willingly give cure as know. Enter LLAVE CHEVALIER See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. DAXA I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, good sir, let's away. Exeunt DAXA and CLAWTOOTH CHEVALIER Good-morrow, cousin. LLAVE Is the thread so young? CHEVALIER But new struck nine. LLAVE Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my mother that went hence so fast? CHEVALIER It was. What sadness lengthens LLAVE's hours? LLAVE Not having that, which, having, makes them short. CHEVALIER In love? LLAVE Out-- CHEVALIER Of love? LLAVE Out of her favour, where I am in love. CHEVALIER Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! LLAVE Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? CHEVALIER No, coz, I rather weep. LLAVE Good heart, at what? CHEVALIER At thy good heart's oppression. LLAVE Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. CHEVALIER Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. LLAVE Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not LLAVE, he's some other where. CHEVALIER Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. LLAVE What, shall I groan and tell thee? CHEVALIER Groan! why, no. But sadly tell me who. LLAVE Bid a sick member in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a member. CHEVALIER I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. LLAVE A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. CHEVALIER A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. LLAVE Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Spdude's arrow; she hath Laurence's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies with beauty dies her store. CHEVALIER Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? LLAVE She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now. CHEVALIER Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. LLAVE O, teach me how I should forget to think. CHEVALIER By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. LLAVE 'Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black put us in mind they hide the fair; He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. CHEVALIER I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Exeunt
Thank you all good folks for your input. I have my Romeo and Juliet, but it shall stay a surprise until I am able to post the thread. And yes, as it may have been implied before I had already set characters for the other folk, I apologize, but I shall see if I may input a few of you here and there.
Keep in mind the ending of the story. Please post any potential ideas, merci.
Titles have been received by a number of prospective players. Here are a few preemptive logos I have designed for the got tigers (+ the Heart symbol), if we are to use the titles. Spoiler We are doing this, men and women. We are making this hapen. As for music and artwork, I suppose I may submit the latter, most certainly.
Ah, I see. Well, in some cases, people may need to work out things personally, but with your advice taken into account.
And you as well, my good sir. Down? Why may that be? Do you hold any specific reasons besides your unknowing? And I shall link it to yourself...
Thank you. I believe Heart may be the most fitting for yourself. Feel free to suggest something more appropriate.
I hold no general objections. You shall be an excellent GM. Though I may query, will you write in a First Guardian with a role integral to the plot in itself? Also, shall you accordingly decide the lands through looking at and understanding the characters or permit the players to decide them privately?
As I do not hold your MSN sir (which I must remedy immediately), I shall ask you the question here and feel free to answer via Visitor Message or...
Hello there Amres! How are you?
Oh our conversations are always wondrous things. How are you sir? Also, have you viewed my drawing of yourself yet?
