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STATUS: 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 6 yrs ago
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6 yrs ago
Current 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
6 yrs ago
I say the words that I wish someone would tell me in vain hope that they might be returned to me.
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6 yrs ago
Existence continues.
6 yrs ago
So much I want to do, so little time...
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6 yrs ago
“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless


NOTICE


Thank you for Noticing This Notice.


Your Noting it has been Noted.


And it has been Reported to the proper Authority.


Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.

In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...

Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)



It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.

--Douglass Adams



All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


~~As You Like It, Shakespear


"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


~~ Macbeth, Shakespear




“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”



“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”



“What do you know?”

“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”

“What do you want, then?”

“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”



"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.

'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'

'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.

'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'

'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.

'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'

'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'

'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'

'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'

'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"

The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.

"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"

"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"

"Let us say it does," the messenger said.

"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"

The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"

...



“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.

“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”



"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."

Silence

"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."



"What is it to be witty, then?”

“To say clever things.”

“And what is cleverness?”

“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”

The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.



“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”

Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”

~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson


"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki

"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."

~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris

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In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wow

Found a really cool charcter image while just browsing google.



You can almost feel that there is a story behind it.
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
*random poke*

Err...I don't feel like scrolling through the IC, so what is going on in general? Anything big or important, or is there mostly character development going on?
In Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed- → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
This seems kinda interesting, I'll think about making a Character sheet, but first, is there a little more information about the RP somewere? For example, I read that there are 5 core elements, yet some characters have more or different elements, things like that. I read the first posts of IC and OOC.

Also, hello @liferusher 😘
In [Idea] ...wait, this is not Reddit. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Suggestions/Problems
One problem that many large roleplays suffer from is having a huge amount of IC posts and being unable to find specific posts in it, so I've been thinking about how to solve this, and I may have come up with a decent solution. (Besides a search bar :P)

My idea is one that I came to after a lot of thought on how to make IC posts easier to read when there are multiple people doing different things in differnt places. And what I came up with, was this:

Being able to manualy move, and organise posts.

This would help tremendously, by enabling the GM, or Co-GMs to move around posts, they could order posts in (IC) chronologocal order or put posts for sub-plots all together. This would help those in the roleplay be able to quickly find, and read certain posts, instead of having to click through 100+ IC posts.

I feel this is a really good, and easy to implement idea. I hope you will give it some thought!
In Oops, wrong spot, please delete :X → 10 yrs ago Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
SORRY, I HAD THE WRONG TAB OPEN.
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
*blankly watches the mayhem*
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
*backflips*
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Anything interesting and or importaint going on IC? I'd read it but I'm too lazy.

Edit: Or somthing causing a big commotion that someone walking through the city would notice.
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ferrin Astra- Yesterday Afternoon


Ferrin parted from Grane, his mind troubled by what he had learned. He emerged from the underground, and squinted at the light. Sunset already? He thought, surprised. "Damn, a whole day wasted, and nothing to show for it." He shook his head. "I guess I will head back to the Twin, and come up with a new plan."

Suddenly his stomach rumbled. He winced. Fighing that shadow thing, and using my magic like that really takes a toll. I will need food and rest before I'm in any shape to fight again. Ferrin pulled out his wallet and upended it in his hand.

A few wrinkled, faded bills fell into his Gauntlet's palm. 400 jewels Ferrin groaned and hung his head. I came to get some form of income, not to trapised around looking for an incredibly dangerous rogue wizard, pro bono to boot. Maybe I should have charged the Twin at least something... Thinking of them, they will probably be as hungry as me.

I guess I have no choice, then. Sorry.

Ferrin wandered around, nonchalantly, sticking near large crouds, looking for the perfect target. It wasn't long until he found one, a gaudly dressed man with a cane a hat, an impressive mustache, and a small guard of some three men, who looked big, strong, and not too bright. The man was probably a noble of some kind. Ferrin discreetly followed him. They took a wandering route through the shoppping distiric, where the man bought a vase, and several expensive lacrima. Ferrin waited patently, taking note of where the man stashed his wallet. He headed back toward the colosseum, where the crouds were thicker. Ferrin ducked into a side street, and with magic, jumped to the roof of a building.

He scanned the throng, tring to find his target again. For a moment, he thought he had lost him, but caught sight of the the three bodyguards. Swiftly, he used the buildings to run ahead of the man. He jumped down into another alley, covered himself in an illusion and a nondescript man stumbled out

He made his way into the crowd, angling toward the man, and his coterie. He picked up the pace, until he was half sprinting, weaving through the crowd, like he was in a hurry. John was in a hurry. He had a very important meeting to attend that he simply mustn't miss or he could lose his job. He push a man out of his way and suddenly there was another, too close to fully avoid. The man saw John running at him, and flinched away. John also moved, so that he only bumped into him, although with some force. "Hey, watch where you're going!" The man shouted. "Sorry." Was all John said. The man dusted himself off. "Honestly, the clumsiness of sone peopl--" his hand brushed where his wallet was. "Wait!" He hurriedly patted a few other pockets. "My wallet!" The three guards glanced at each other as they all came to the same conclusion at once. "That man!" They cried, then they took off after John. John, kept up his pace, dodging and weaving through the crowd. He lead the guards on a merry chase around several blocks before slipping into an alley, and rendering himself invisible. He waited, and the guards ran past. In his head, he slowly counted to sixty.

When he reached that number, there was no sign of them, so he dropped both illusions and he was Ferrin once more. He started laughing. "Man, that never gets old." He laughed. Sill chuckling at his fun he pulled out the thing he had gone through all that trouble for. The nobleman's wallet, pickpocketed when he had bumped into him. Ferrin dumped out the money and counted the bills. 38000...39000...40000 jewels! Not a bad haul. I still have my touch. He didn't feel the least bit guilty over the theft. The nobleman had plenty to spare, and Ferrin had a need. A long time back, that was the only way he was able to survive, by stealing and cheating. When he had joined Fairy Tail, that activity was quickly and abruptly stopped, but he still had the skills he developed from then.

Pocketing the money, and wallet, he found a pawnshop, and sold the nice, silk wallet to dispose of the evidence, and gain a little extra cash. Money in hand, and no guards trying to arrest him, he made his way back to the market, and bought some supplies. By then, the sun had nearly vanished below the horizon. Ferrin made his way out of town, and back to the camp where he had left the Twin.

Upon his arrival they looked up, expectedly. "Well?" Colt asked. "Find anything?" Ferrin sighed and sat on a nearby log.

"Nope. Not a single lead." Their face fell.

"Well, what a lot of help you are." Claire scolded.

"Sis!" Colt protested.

Ferrin held up his mechanical hand. [color=silver]"Its all right. I found nothing today, but tomorrow could be different. By the way, I go some food." He said, as he set down the stuff, and pulled out various spices, vegetables and raw meats. Colt looked at the stuff, confused. "That doesn't look ready to eat." He said, doubtfully.

"That is because it is not. I am going to cook." Ferrin proclaimed, proudly. There was a brief moment of doubtful silence, the only sound as the crickets, softly chirping.

"Y-you can cook?" Claire asked, incredulous.

"Of course I can! Why would you think that I could not?"

"Well...you see...uhhh...you don't really seem like the cooking type..." Colt stuttered.

Ferrin scowled at them. "And what, exactly, would the cooking type look like, hmm?"

"Oh, hey. Is that a owl?" Claire asked pointing up at a tree.

"No it is not," Ferrin said without looking. "And it be damned if it is. Answer the question."

Their eyes turned blue, but they didn't move, otherwise. "It looks like...uh....I donno..." Colt managed.

"If you have no idea what it looks like, then you cannot say that I do not look the type." Ferrin said. He turned away and went back to preparing the food.

The twin hung their head. Nice going, genus. Real smooth talker. Claire thought to Colt. Sorry, he is so intimidating when he is angry. I was just at a loss for words.

Ferrin, whose back was to them, smiled. Messing with people is fun He thought. He laid out wood in the fire pit, and with a quick spell, he set it alight. With that started, he grabbed a pot, and filled it with water from a nearby spring. He walked back to the campsite, and set it aside. Next, he took the meat, deftly sliced it into cubes, and chopped up several of the vegetables. He had gone slowly, taking his time, and by the time he was finished, the fire had burned to coals. He set the pot of water on the coals, and frowned at the coals. Not hot enough. He cast another spell, heating them up and causing the coals to glow orange-red. While he waited for the pot to boil, the Twin stood up. "We are going to take a walk around." Colt explained. Ferrin merely grunted in reply.

When the water finally boiled, he chucked in the meat, vegetables, several spices, and poured in a little wine. He placed the unused stuff in a bag for later. A few minutes later, the savory aroma of the stew pervaded the camp. Night had fully fallen by them, but the almost full moon rose high, providing enough light to see by.

Drawn by the smell, the Twin wandered back. "That smells amazing." Colt said. "Hey! Ferrin, is that food for us, or just decoration! Claire called. Ferrin grinned at them, as he got out some bowls, spoons, and bread. "Come on, see for yourselves." He called back.

They ate his delicious stew over the fire, and as they did, they talked. Mostly it was about unimportant things, all three of them were reluctant to talk about their pasts, but nonetheless, they got to know each other well. The mood was happy, jokes were swapped, stories were told, and food was devoured. They talked long into the night, long after the last morsel had been consumed.

Afterward, they rolled up in their blankets, and fell asleep.
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ugh

Okay, that post at least gets me on the right day.

Now to type up another one.
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