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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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'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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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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Existence continues.
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So much I want to do, so little time...
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“I’ve met some pricks in my time. But you, sir...” He said to the offending cactus.
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NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
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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...
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(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.
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."
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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A quiet soul
A silent heart
A lonely smile
A silent heart
A lonely smile
Whirlwind nodded once to Elvira's response, but otherwise didn't react. He stood quietly and patently for the Deacon's call. He saw no reason to make small talk and he never was good at that sort of thing. Ulysess often remarked that Whirlwind was more eloquent with the sword then his mouth. Thinking of his companion, Whirlwind's gaze wandered over to him. Though most simply saw a Lizardman, Whirlwind saw a formidable warrior, a wise soul, and a kind heart. Whirlwind himself had a healthy respect for the Lizardman, especially after he saw him do something scary once.
When the Deacon made his announcement, Whirlwind was the first to make his way out. He paused and turned back when he realized that Ulysess and Elvira were not behind him. His gaze softened a bit as he saw the little human girl clutching the arm of a large Lizardman. For just a moment, his mask slipped and he gave Ulysess a fleeting grin, but just as quickly as it appeared it was gone. So quickly that there was doubt if it even happened.
Seeing the girl look so vulnerable, Whirlwind slightly regretted his early rudeness. "Worry not, we shall act as your eyes." He said, reassuringly. With that he strode out, leading the way.
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The Smiling Parrot, Floor 3, Room 2 影
Boredom was an old friend to Kage, doing nothing for days on end was nothing to her. That said, spending that time with another was...irritating. Especially if that someone was a loud-mouthed, obnoxious, lecherous old man. When he shouted and complained, she gave no reaction mostly out of petty spite because she knew it would irritate him. She did, however, tilt her head up when the Deacon's call resounded through the area.
"I'm going for a quick walk. Everyone should be distracted by the festival so I think it's safe."
Kage stood slowly and turned her mask to face Theodore. Unnerving shadowy black hands emerged from her sleeves and quickly weaved a series of signs.
Sigh, because wandering around town with a massive lance (here, she gestured at the one he was holding) on your shoulder is a great idea. she signed.
Kage was pretty sure that the oaf wouldn't understand, but it was pretty obvious she was concerned about his weapon.
She then pointed at herself, walked her fingers across her palm, and pointed at him, with a nodding motion her head. The meaning was quite clear, she would go with him.
She was quite curious about what all the commotion was about outside, about this "ascendence".
7,200 posts and counting.
Its amazing
Its amazing
I'm back from my friend's funeral. Really sorry I didn't tell you guys.
Tell me what I missed so far.
Not much, things have been All Quiet at the Homefront.
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@Crimson Raven Cool! Are we sticking with the Sword/Anima Weapon Levels it had in Awakening?
Actually, I had an idea on that, sparked by something you said earlier:
Also, we could change it up from just Swords and Anima if need be. As long as you can write a good backstory for the unit, I might be willing to allow it.
What if he was Dark Affinity, but the catch is, he can ONLY use Dark tomes (for backstory reasons, still haven't gotten that far)
I don't know, though. Just an idea I'm throwing around.
Once knowledge of Ferrin's orgin gets out, he is going to be running from so many people. XD
Like the wizard paparazzi.
Like the wizard paparazzi.
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@Crimson Raven Currently, I have for the Tactician's Base Stats:
HP: 17
Str: 5
Mag: 5
Skl: 7
Spd: 6
Lck: 1
Def: 5
Res: 4
Mov: 6
Is this ok? If not, let me know what you would want to change, and we will look into it. :)
EDIT: Did a lot of work already today. Have functional Butler, Maid, Dancer, and Bard Classes, and the only thing missing on the Ballistician are the weapons it can use.
EDIT2: Now the Ballistician has some toys, and I'm working on implementing a "Chain" weapon type with a few new classes.
I'm working on a stat spread, will PM the completed character sheet when it is done.
But, that is roughly what I imagined. Balanced stats, with a a slight focus in skill and magic.
And finally, Critical Quote no.1:
"Now, this...is true magic!"
"...Heads up."
"And so, curtain falls!"
"...Heads up."
"And so, curtain falls!"
And so, curtain falls!
You'll get no pity from me!
How deep shall I bury you?
This...IS TRUE MAGIC!
Taste despair!
Dance! To the melody of death!
Do I have to do everything around here?
*sigh* You want something done right...
Let me show you how its done.
Heads up!
Out of my sight!
To oblivion with you!
You feelin lucky?
Ooh, look! A dead man!
<Snipped quote by Crimson Raven>
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