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8 yrs ago
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

Most Recent Posts

marcopolonian said I hope my next post will revive this, as I just made a huge breakthrough for my creatures.I AM going to post later today. I promise this. I'll have to put extra points into my cups, to justify this radical change in my cups, and even then, it's a bit of a stretch....


Considering that we're in a slump right now, this is fine.

Jerkchicken said I'll work on a post eventually


Please do.
In Pokemon Thread 12 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
Starting topic: Diancie.

Rock/Fairy type and with the ability Clear Body, both of which are shared by Carbink, which it is related to, probably in a Manaphy/Phione-like connection (my shitty Carbink OC is soon to be one of thousands).

Signature move is probably Diamond Storm, a physical Rock-type move (as if we don't have enough already). Stats are said to be 60/75/175/75/175/50 for a total of 610, i.e. statistically better version of Carbink and Registeel. Possibly related to the giant Anistar sundial and/or Kalos Champion Diantha.

Go.
Geckle drew breath to speak but choked down the words for fear of interrupting any details. The moth was gone as soon as the warning was finished, leaving him in a minor panic. 'Demons'! 'Go no further'! I should give warning of this... Geckle made hushed but urgent whispers and gesticulated fervently for the party to halt. "Hush, hush, hurry! T-terrible things await us this way! We... Should be on guard now, watch out, watch out." He drew a deep breath and looked into the trees warily. "Eyes open now, eagle heard it first, whatever's c-causing those noises is very close. Another path, yes?" Was there anything moving in the menacing trees? He very dearly hoped against it.
Will post in a few hours, my computer's been misbehaving all afternoon and I need to retype a bunch of things.
Honest lol. People are awesome.
Yeeeaah... First half of my post was good, second half not so much; I just wanted to get something significant done as soon as possible even if it's a sloppy job. Like I said earlier, very fast progress + Lots of mistakes isn't what I want to be the norm, although that's mostly what I just did. Anyway, here goes round 1.5.

marcopolonian said Alright then. I'm hopeful this will get revitalized.Question, is the no-wait policy still applicable even here? I mean I've certainly waited long enough, but I still feel awkward about posting again when there has only been a single other post since my last one.


I think I'll need to revise that rule a little. The main idea was that, if two or more players were interacting and one went inactive, the other wouldn't be dragged down by them, because they don't have to wait for the response to continue interacting with that player's species while they aren't around to reciprocate. As for now, considering the minor reboot (hopefully this'll be a one-off for a good while,) feel free to go straight ahead and post now or soon. We'll see who stayed as well as you three.
The sun on the surface had become a familiar sight once more for the Enclosing One, who had been devoting much time and care to its hardy growth on the wave-beaten rocks, watching the shapes and links adjust themselves for continued growth on the harsh places, driven by simple survival. The thin, tightly clinging layer of cells, meager though they were by necessity, had filled its mind with thoughts about future possibilities. The dry surface could be inhabited. Changed, even, to be kinder to life. Presently, it would give very little nourishment... None, certainly, of the sort that the Shore-Dwellers were used to, already packaged up as simple cells and brought in by opportune currents. If ever there was a time for the Enclosure to become self-sufficient at last, it was now. Having observed for enough time the drifting collections of sun-driven cells and the queerly bubbling hemispheres it spotted sharing the Fractal shallows now and again, the Entity began incorporating constructs into the plasma of the cells that imitated the earliest work of the little beings. The alteration brought the Entity great satisfaction. Its joy seemed to reverberate in its adopted progeny as the colour gave a distinctive green tint to the rocks. ...Like the ocean, now. Have I not worked well? Perhaps with an excess of haste... Some among the number still wait, patiently, for sustenance from the current. They are not self-provident. No matter, no matter. Should they live, it is by their own devices now.

The splitting apart of the shore species brought concerning thoughts to mind about the future of the patterned growth. The colonies, by now little resembling the amoebae they had descended from, had spread far through spores and outwards expansion, and the Enclosing One had watched as their genetic code separated into subtly different species with distance. There is potential to do better, here. The patterns are spread far and split apart. Their spores travel, but do not interact with what they descend into... What must take place is exchange across distance. How can this occur? Surely there is no exchange without... Loss. The problem was puzzling, and it did not occur to the Enclosing one to turn attention to the grazers and predators for inspiration, for they lived and reproduced in their own way.

The solution, it believed, was still in the spores. While the functional cells required the full DNA code, the spores only drifted after their birth, so the Enclosing One decided to change how they were produced. Rather than by the usual division, the living units within the protective casing were left with only a single set of the packaged DNA every cell carried within itself in identical pairs, for division. when they split away from their parents. Should they drift to the seabed as intended without interaction, the set would replicate into an identical pair of chromosomes again, and the tiny spore would grow as its like had always done. A new type of drifting fragment now accompanied them in the water, however.

Where the pattern of growth produced a spore-fertile region, it now gave itself a limited lifespan. The fertile cells would die slightly faster than they divided, but their death left behind chemical messengers demanding replacement. When the growing mass responded to the message, they became fertile regions again, but produced a multitude of even smaller fragments in the place of large ones, simple things that fit into and fused with the spores, bringing with them the second set of code. Small spores were created until the region died away, leaving behind the original instruction to produce the primary spores.

The new system was crude, the Entity noted. The protection on the growth spores often prevented the fragments from fusing, and even then, only one of the handful of growing cells would have received the addition. Growing, mothering spores were produced at a much lower rate now, and the contributing fragments were small enough to often fall prey to the colony's own looped traps. Unstable. The Enclosing One regretted the flaws. I have further harmed what I have intended to heal. There will be... Renovations, to this system. There is a little exchange going on, at least... I am but learning, even now. Time will bring solutions.

Short story shorter: I fucked up my own rules when I of all people should've been following them. This roleplay just stumbled something nasty thanks to me, but tomorrow (getting late now) I'm going to post and PM any inactive users and then pray I learned a lesson and don't skip a beat again here. We'll see how it goes, I still have high hopes.
Geckle puzzled over the jokes for a while before chuckling nervously. The lantern was comforting as the sunlight became sparse and obscured. The quietly flying moth kept up its wide circling in the trees, but like the keen-eyed Gwenaël, gave no warning of anything lurking nearby, yet. Why was the palace built here? It's a good question. The goblins may have been hiding here for many generations... They'll know how to stay safe here, but the palace is newer. There's probably a good reason for it. After all, the palace was superbly defended by men and magic. What kind of arcane concoction went into that bubble, I wonder? I suppose I could imitate a little of that, if any good spirits still answer... The druid clasped one hand over the glass amulet he wore and another to his only weapon, praying for faraway spirits to extend their ghostly hands to their servant. "I advise we say a few words to our... Protectors, to encourage ourselves," Geckle offered, glancing at Alexander particularly. "They're, er. better armed than we are."
I can post in an hour or two and state the results from my questions roll as I do that. After that, though, I'm guessing we'll start a combat interaction?
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