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[fieldset title=" " width=80] Contact Name receiving text message fun times! fa-duotone fa-thumbs-up fa-4x sending [/fieldset] A little format box for simulating a text messaging app. The fieldset is used to constrain the box to a certain width, while the HR lines are used to make sure...

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1032743856179007508/1086390596782014544/metaworldsbanner.jpgfa-solid fa-head-side-gogglesMetaWorlds 2034 "] fa-solid fa-location-dot Main Hall "Why did I let you convince me to come here again?" It was only the first day and already the convention hall...

Any combat instincts Ash had were suppressed by the illness clouding his thoughts, and so the sudden opening the door was met with a bleary stare rather than any jump to action. Then Rael's pile of food began to wobble, and he stepped forward in an attempt to stabilize the tower of food with one...

The scent of blood was sharper in this land than in the world of the living. It glowed with vitality. And it drew the attention of the vultures, who did deign to notice the souls surfacing from the river. Their eyes shone bright, and one might imagine they would salivate if they possessed the...

"The what." Ash didn't have a chance to put the rest of this thoughts together before the others were off with their moose loads, trailing the smell of blood and viscera in their wake. He barely had a moment to draw his runestone before the polar bears were out. "Spirits, heed my caaaa-" His...

fa-duotone fa-user-pen Vargold Posted: 4:29:48 If you lost someone, you can honor them here. God knows the truth won't show up in the obituaries.

You should check on- No. Help out with the- No. At least send a- "No." [ Congratulation! fas fa-party-horn ] Ash glared blearily at the system message, only half-processing the contents. If it had been any other moment, he might have been excited to have something about the game he'd spent so...

fa-solid fa-quotesThis Blog is Not a Metaphor I just think gamers don't know what's going on Comments beastfolk can go into berserker rages elves can manipulate emotions and dreams faerin are cursed with monstrous hunger humans don't need an excuse to be fuckers don't let magia become faerin...

245 Time grew slow, then marched in reverse. Something emerged, an eye he couldn't focus on as it poured infinity into his skull. Life into death into life into death and Ash had never even been a child so how- It stopped, but the memory remained, clouding his thoughts. For a moment there...

Ash's sudden huff of laughter isn't mean-spirited at all. It's just tired. Ask myself the same questions every day I log in to this hellscape... For a moment, he wonders if he should... pat her on the shoulder, or give her any sort of reassuring contact, but it seems like an overstep here...

Ash approaches @Harper. Even he has to admit that Rael's answer lacks much in the way of clarity. "...Szofrit's the one 'killing' people now, sure. But what really kills people here is Terrasphere. Szofrit's just the latest thing doing that. If we can find out why this happened, if this entire...

"...hm." ...yeah, Ash definitely doesn't like that guy.

People were still talking. People were still talking at him. What roll did he fail to have so much attention today? He glances at @Aerial. She's been angry this whole time. He doesn't blame her. "We vote against the dead all the time. We just call their vote 'tradition', and we spend years...

Zzot! "OW-" Ash recoils, fur on end as he shakes off the fading headache. Sound and memory bleed back into awareness as he retracts his scattered claws with a growl. "...I have a vote too, fuckers." "Thanks for that, Luthien." That had been... him, but not him. Something drawn out by the...

Ash's gaze remains fixed on Luthien, as did the hovering claws. He was having trouble paying attention to her words. They kept slipping out of his grasp, leaving other ones in their place. "The dead want their vote. Her victims will not stay quiet." There's something strained in his voice as...

Ash's eyes darted towards Luthien. It's not just the tone of his words - there's a sharpness to his gaze that she's never seen before. And yet, there's something unfocused there - like he's not entirely seeing her. Disconcertingly, a few spectral claws rise in reaction to her touch, as if ready...

The world snaps back into focus, but Ash is longer to catch up. Unfamiliar memories throng his mind, and the presence of the eye is so overwhelming he can't even focus on it. The air is thick with the smell of Dissonance, still seeing the fully distorted Szofrit in his mind's eye... "This can't...

245 pinkIMMORTAL [ 120 / 490 ] -10 HP (GSL) -25 HP (Memory Bleed) -50 HP (Exceed) -50 HP (Exceed) -60 HP (Ley Spears, x2 from Vulnerable) +15 MIT (Aegis) ▪ Location: 3 ▪ Status: Vulnerable from Critical Attack ▪ IMMORTAL "Alright, let's go-?! It was the last thing Ash was able to say...

Ash blinked at the offered sword. He had his own sword, and wasn't sure what could set @Schilva Flasch's apart from his, but he recognized a motion of trust when he saw one. "I'll do my best." Ash moved to sheathe his own blade, only for one of the claws to nab it from his hands first. A...

Ash startled at Schilva's abrupt appearance. There's a moment where a few of his spectral claws are readied to attack but... no, it's just the guy who thought swords were a good tool for opening coconuts. "Plan? Ah-" He glanced towards the chaotic storm that was Szofrit in the distance...