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2 yrs ago
Current I do not "brainrot". I brainferment so my brain will become even smoother and even more potent than before in its smoothness.
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2 yrs ago
I live. I die. I live again!
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4 yrs ago
I was gone for a lot longer than I thought >.>"
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4 yrs ago
Sorry for my absence! A Volunteering position suddenly turned into a Volunteer Leadership position I was not expecting at all so things have been hectic.
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4 yrs ago
Look at you posers, having to bang dragons or sell your soul for magic when you could just play a lute for some. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. - Bards
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Might be interested in a merchant shopkeeper.
@TwhirtleyQuestions for thieves and people who don't have a stable income. Should we just never get income or can we digitally roll dices to stand in for the things we would have stolen going from a few bits to some valuable family heirloom with the latter being rarer?
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@ClockTowerEchos - Interested in joining either of the quests? You're the only one not in them. You don't have to join, totally optional :) Just making sure to be inclusive of everyone


I think I will be joining in some way.
Galawynd was continuing his cursing marathon, swearing in every word, language and dialect he knew or thought he knew. Thank god he wore all black, the shadows blended him quite nicely because of that but he still wondered if the woman was blind. For all the dark clothes he wore, it won't be worth a damn if she saw his fire-red hair. Whatever the case, it seemed his stealth was paying off.

He watched the woman leave the room and come back with some heavy book, mostly like a ledger of sorts. Perhaps this was some shop? Sure looked like a plant shop given the amount of vines and flowers coming out of the wood work and on shelves. The lurking thief wondered if he should try and steal a plant. They should be worth something and if not, well he'd have something to burn on long cold nights.

Slowly crawling out of the shadows, the made sure no try and not to give away his presence, the woman would most likely scream and then the guards would come and then all that fun stuff would ensue. Depending on your variation of "fun" of course. One limb at a time, he did his best not to make a sound, very light squeaks from the floorboard cause his heart to race, hoping that the women was also deaf enough to not hear those noises.

Keeping his eye trained on her as she flipped through the pages of the book, Galawynd kept moving towards the window, hoping not to ruin his chance. Which he promptly did by smacking his head into a shelve. This was clearly going going swimmingly.
Posted. @RomanAriaI'm going to hold off on introducing Qing for the moment because I'm a lazy sod since I just want to do Bai right now
"This is going swimmingly I think." Baihu smiled to his guards as they untied his straight jacket, "Isn't the weather beautiful today? You can almost smell the smog of the factories from here!"

The routine had been in place for as long as the Chinese boy had been in Nova Infinitum, it had been like this. Straight jackets, isolation cells, heavy security, one might feel bad for him. In truth however, one should feel worse for poor bastards watching over him. Baihu wasn't the... easiest of characters to guard.

The straps fell to the ground and something else did too, something clunker. One of the guards leaned down and picked up a handgun that fell out of Baihu's shirt. He just stared at him before throwing it to a corner, having someone else remove it. Of Baihu's skills, smuggling was his chief attribute. When ever the guards searched the boy and found a gun, he'd manage to amass an armory somewhere else. At this point all but the most zealous guards who brownnossed their commanders bother searching him. There was no point to it.

"Hey hey hey, easy on the Glock there Jerry, " Baihu tilted his head at the guard, "That's a modified one I got from a good fellow in the middle east."

The guard (who wasn't actually named Jerry), rolled his eyes and punted Baihu out of the room. Baihu angrily shook his fist at Jerry for possibly dirtying his pants but like usual, he was ignored. After picking himself up, the smuggler maniac strod down the hall, wondering what would be for breakfast, what would he be assigned and how long until he'd manage to get himself back into solitary.

So important many questions he had while walking towards the cafeteria, as of right now the most propionate was "is the food actually edible this time?"
@Flagg Thinking of renaming my place to Ostvinberk, is it allowed?
@Monochromatic RainbowI'm going to say that you guys can't grow too much in the desert?

Also, how industrialized will you be? Just curious.
It also seems to vary somewhat judging by the other nations. A more industrious one would likely be able to get away with more firearms.


That is the case but I'm certain that most people are either blending old and new or sticking to most old stuff. We're trying to have it be more story based and world building, not an NS pissing contest.

As someone whose trying to create such an industrial nation, I do have a large number of firelegs but that's more or less the only thing I have which is actually quite a disadvantage in some cases.
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