Sorry it took me so long! "^.^
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And surprisingly, there was a Guild where the spamming had suddenly come to a halt.
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And surprisingly, there was a Guild where the spamming had suddenly come to a halt.
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10 yrs ago
And then you realize you've been doing nothing but refreshing the home page and reporting bots for the past 2 hours.
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10 yrs ago
Don thy typing fingers and BBcode cheatsheets for those times you forget to put the /URL things beside links, for we will be up 'til dawn. Rise against the gambling and furniture. Bot-Killing.
10 yrs ago
I'm now giving myself impromptu therapy. It's working slowly, but it's hard and causes a lot of emotional pain. Meditative accompaniment activities include Zentangles and drawing realistic people. V.V
10 yrs ago
I think I'm getting impromptu therapy. Using Internet huggles and long, drawn-out mutual "FUCK THE WORLD"s. Well, we're both getting therapy from it, I suppose. @WilsonTurner
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Hi, I'm Lily.
Roleplays:
Undertale: Above The Ground
I do mostly anime, some tabletop, generally things I find interesting... mostly fantasy, though. Usually fantasy.
My Skype is lilygold21, if you want to reach me there.
My Tumblr is usuallynerdyphilosopher, if you want to reach me there. I do free art on request there as well, though business is slow, so an ask on that blog would be much appreciated~
My Steam is lilygold2, if you... Need to know that for some reason? Or want to reach me there? I dunno.
Here, have a totally relevant thingamabob poem:
One day the queen was bored, alone
And sent for a companion.
The people sent her hunting hounds
And the three they ran in.
The queen, disgusted, ran them out
And they sank from all they lived for.
They found me alone in the forest
And then hunting hounds there were four.
Roleplays:
Undertale: Above The Ground
I do mostly anime, some tabletop, generally things I find interesting... mostly fantasy, though. Usually fantasy.
My Skype is lilygold21, if you want to reach me there.
My Tumblr is usuallynerdyphilosopher, if you want to reach me there. I do free art on request there as well, though business is slow, so an ask on that blog would be much appreciated~
My Steam is lilygold2, if you... Need to know that for some reason? Or want to reach me there? I dunno.
Here, have a totally relevant thingamabob poem:
One day the queen was bored, alone
And sent for a companion.
The people sent her hunting hounds
And the three they ran in.
The queen, disgusted, ran them out
And they sank from all they lived for.
They found me alone in the forest
And then hunting hounds there were four.
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Katheryn narrowed her eyes at his response. A tune was playing invisibly, probably Static-work. To be honest, she didn't care about whatever traps he had set at this point, just surviving this experience. "Personally, I prefer the less death-y option. No grudge, man, but could you please try to refrain from the killy-killy attitude? It's starting to creep me out. Take me into custody if you want, but I'd like my answer." She steeled her eyes. "What business do you have with me?" If she wanted, she could be as fierce as she liked. The serpent's eyes seemed to laugh at her, and she refrained from struggling enough to activate his traps. She had surrendered. He didn't need to terrorize her, in her opinion. Now that she got a good look at him through the mist, his smug look was disgusting. A scowl graced him with its presence upon her face. She wasn't a fan of being trapped, and certainly not by a man without enough honor to answer a captured opponent's questions.
No problem! I look forward to this.
A story about Color.
When all things were made, many things were made. Ice, Lightning, Fire, Creation, Change, Water, Time, Stone, Ice, Wind, Sea, Earth, Peace, Hope, Life, Knowledge, Emotion, Willpower, Time, Space, Heat, Chaos, Moon, Shadow, Gratitude, Victory, Truth, Ideals, Music, Death, and Nothing, to name a little more than a few. Another of interest would be Light. When Light was created, it in turn created Color. You see, Color was then a small and impudent force. Because it was only the sub-product of Light, a much larger and widely recognized force of Making, the other forces of Making would not accept it as a force to be dealt with. Color, frustrated at its lack of ability, decided to create something. This something was not a smaller sub-force, it was a perfect crystal. The perfect crystal was to be so amazing, it would slip into the Fourth plane, not the Third plane which Making's forces ruled over. Color would become the sole proprietor of unknown territories. Then the other forces would seek it out for help to rule a share of the Fourth, and Color would gain a stranglehold over the ruling of both planes, making it ever more widely respected than Light. However, as Color toyed with the creation of the thing, the Prism, it could not figure of a way to make it more brilliant. It showed the Prism to the forces, but the forces waved it off. Color spent so much of itself on the Prism that the Prism consumed Color. And so, from the Prism was born two entities. They called themselves White and Black. Meanwhile, as a world stood barren and nothing flourished, White and Black came down and decided to watch over it. The small planet, a fascinating target, captured the individual interests of each entity perfectly. White wished to reveal itself to the world and teach it of all the forces of Making, bathing the world in brilliant truth. Black wished, in turn, to watch over the world in silent, influencing the thoughts of individuals and groups from afar, washing over the world a clash of ideals. The two entities fought for control of the world, using the place as a bloody battleground to wage their war. As the two fought, there came a time when they silently agreed upon one matter. Neither would ever win. So, they met in the planet's centerpoint, and there they fought one final duel. Eventually, their power destroyed each other. White's remains laid buried within one half of the planet, Black in the other. From White's remains there came a race, and from Black's remains yet another. Doomed to fight each other for all eternity upon the surface of the planet, which the races named Prism (fittingly). White's race named themselves the Spectrum. They were a race of colors, diverse in many ways. Red, Green, and Blue became the main powers of their society, and each Spectra had their place among the three, perhaps leaning to one, all, some, or none at all. Black's race named themselves the Palette. They, too, were a race of colors, diverse in many ways, and each Spectra had a Paletan counterpart, as vice-versa. Within the Palette, Red, Yellow, and Blue were the forefathers of all the other Paletan, and each Paletan had a generation or was a neutral one, praised for being rare among the ever-standard generations and not bound to a generation at all. Some Paletans were tints or tones, part of the same family as a mainstream Paletan but not a pure Paletan, so to speak. The two races warred occasionally, but did often live in harmony as White and Black could not. The symbol bestowed upon one point on the planet as a dying gift from the two entities, a white wisp chasing after a black wisp's tail which was chasing after the white wisp's tail, but each wisp with an eye of the opposite wisp's color, served as the meeting place for Spectrum and Palette negotiations. To the Spectrum, it was the Yin station, and to the Palette the Yang station. Ah, well, they can't agree on everything, now can they?
Now wasn't that fun? There's your story. Within Us A Color.
When all things were made, many things were made. Ice, Lightning, Fire, Creation, Change, Water, Time, Stone, Ice, Wind, Sea, Earth, Peace, Hope, Life, Knowledge, Emotion, Willpower, Time, Space, Heat, Chaos, Moon, Shadow, Gratitude, Victory, Truth, Ideals, Music, Death, and Nothing, to name a little more than a few. Another of interest would be Light. When Light was created, it in turn created Color. You see, Color was then a small and impudent force. Because it was only the sub-product of Light, a much larger and widely recognized force of Making, the other forces of Making would not accept it as a force to be dealt with. Color, frustrated at its lack of ability, decided to create something. This something was not a smaller sub-force, it was a perfect crystal. The perfect crystal was to be so amazing, it would slip into the Fourth plane, not the Third plane which Making's forces ruled over. Color would become the sole proprietor of unknown territories. Then the other forces would seek it out for help to rule a share of the Fourth, and Color would gain a stranglehold over the ruling of both planes, making it ever more widely respected than Light. However, as Color toyed with the creation of the thing, the Prism, it could not figure of a way to make it more brilliant. It showed the Prism to the forces, but the forces waved it off. Color spent so much of itself on the Prism that the Prism consumed Color. And so, from the Prism was born two entities. They called themselves White and Black. Meanwhile, as a world stood barren and nothing flourished, White and Black came down and decided to watch over it. The small planet, a fascinating target, captured the individual interests of each entity perfectly. White wished to reveal itself to the world and teach it of all the forces of Making, bathing the world in brilliant truth. Black wished, in turn, to watch over the world in silent, influencing the thoughts of individuals and groups from afar, washing over the world a clash of ideals. The two entities fought for control of the world, using the place as a bloody battleground to wage their war. As the two fought, there came a time when they silently agreed upon one matter. Neither would ever win. So, they met in the planet's centerpoint, and there they fought one final duel. Eventually, their power destroyed each other. White's remains laid buried within one half of the planet, Black in the other. From White's remains there came a race, and from Black's remains yet another. Doomed to fight each other for all eternity upon the surface of the planet, which the races named Prism (fittingly). White's race named themselves the Spectrum. They were a race of colors, diverse in many ways. Red, Green, and Blue became the main powers of their society, and each Spectra had their place among the three, perhaps leaning to one, all, some, or none at all. Black's race named themselves the Palette. They, too, were a race of colors, diverse in many ways, and each Spectra had a Paletan counterpart, as vice-versa. Within the Palette, Red, Yellow, and Blue were the forefathers of all the other Paletan, and each Paletan had a generation or was a neutral one, praised for being rare among the ever-standard generations and not bound to a generation at all. Some Paletans were tints or tones, part of the same family as a mainstream Paletan but not a pure Paletan, so to speak. The two races warred occasionally, but did often live in harmony as White and Black could not. The symbol bestowed upon one point on the planet as a dying gift from the two entities, a white wisp chasing after a black wisp's tail which was chasing after the white wisp's tail, but each wisp with an eye of the opposite wisp's color, served as the meeting place for Spectrum and Palette negotiations. To the Spectrum, it was the Yin station, and to the Palette the Yang station. Ah, well, they can't agree on everything, now can they?
Now wasn't that fun? There's your story. Within Us A Color.
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I am sorry to announce the official closing of this roleplay. Due to some problems IRL, I had to leave the site for long periods of time and can no longer maintain this roleplay as an active GM. I had already, I believe, lost several members to unfulfilled promises and lost time. And so, due to general unreliability, real-life issues, and a regular incompetence for running anything at this time, this RP will no longer exist.
My condolences,
Lilygold, GM
My condolences,
Lilygold, GM
No problem. Will get to it soon, hopefully.
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DAY 1
(IC, I choose you! Now be free, my pretties!)
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@vancexentan No offense taken. That is ENTIRELY MY FAULT, I keep on and keep on saying I am so, so, so very sorry that I'm so horrible. Everything is just really... bleh. Still, I do need to find something-or-other for Yuu. If nothing happens which Yuu has any part for within... Let's say 3 days, I will (probably) ease your wishes for an IC. I really, really hate it as much as you do. So...you aren't the dick here, I am.
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Nobody except Yuu is actually currently in school if I interpret it correctly, so I'm still not sure how Yuu would know anybody here...I'm still working on it though. (And correct me if I'm wrong there.)
All of the relationships with Stratovarius are up-in-the-air right now, just saying "something with Stratovarius", so if you could get that sorted @ClocktowerEchos?
All of the relationships with Stratovarius are up-in-the-air right now, just saying "something with Stratovarius", so if you could get that sorted @ClocktowerEchos?
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