You guys do not understand, fate doesn't fuck around with me when I step out of line
Last time there were rolling blackouts and water shortages, mysterious sicknesses
lives were lost
That's... intriguing. I still say you should follow our suggestions. You can't bend to the whims of fate. Sign up, and take hold of the reigns of your very world.
Hey Ahava, how's it going? I actually still have you as a writing buddy from last year, along with jdark and a few others. I'm a little behind already, but coming back from an insurmountable deficit of words is one of my favorite things.
The airship launched, to the cheers of a truly monstrous watching crowd. Yet, strangely, the cheers were not quite jubilant. It was almost as if the crowd knew something was about to happen - other than the launching of Wangcastle's first Leviathan-class airship, of course - and they were cheering the event yet to happen.
The nobles on board reclined to enjoy their fine liquor. All of the processes on board the Phallae had been automated during the renovation, so there was no need for them to be disturbed by any damnable commoners. Pleasing music began to play over a set of ironically tinny brass speakers, when dark rumbles from the core of the airship began to trouble the gentlemen and ladies.
When two explosions ripped through the wings of the airship, they sprang into action - only to be confronted by the corpse of one Batsuo Louvre, a lecturer from University of Wangcastle. Who would murder a scholar, they wondered, quickly; who would find it in their hearts to harm a man of learning?
But rapidly that question dissolved, to a more pressing one. They had all heard the tales of the Phallae's first flight, all those years ago. Most of them had dismissed them as legend and whispered error.
"Automatons?", one noble whispered.
"No," said a firm man, with a quivering moustache. "This is the work of the Army of Common Men and Women. Those fools think they can aspire to a place above their station. I suspected they might sneak aboard, but not that they would be so brazen."
The moustache was stroked into submission by a calm and steady hand.
"We shall hunt them. We shall stop them. We shall teach them the manners that they so clearly lack. But it shall not easy; the commoners are treacherous, as is their way. They could be hiding amongst us. This journey shall be eventful, but I shall enjoy rooting out the scum of Wangcastle from within our ranks."
The moustache barely covered the man's grim smile.
The Dead: B:L - Batsuo Louvre the lecturer nobleman - killed by a mystery assailant
A bomb was detonated on the port wing. (-8)
A bomb was detonated on the starboard wing. (-8)
The Condition of the Phallae The main engine is in perfect condition. (30/30) The secondary engine is in perfect condition. (30/30) The cockpit is in perfect condition. (30/30) The port wing has been slightly damaged. (22/30) The starboard wing has been slightly damaged. (22/30) The dorsal fin is in perfect condition. (30/30)
Day One has begun. It shall end in approximately 22 hours, at 0000 GMT.
Role PMs shall be sent out shortly.
What is the difference between Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary objectives?
The game will end when a faction fulfills their primary win condition; the game may also end when certain factions fulfill their secondary win conditions, although this is not necessarily the case.
Tertiary win conditions are extra objectives so that you may claim a minor victory in the face of defeat.
I have consulted my ledger of past wrongdoings and grievances and, strangely enough, not found entries for any of our present company. Instead, I have consulted my personal numeral synthesizer and compared it's results to our passenger manifest.
Curiously, !ebfan's ticket number came up.
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Pip pip.
That's... intriguing. I still say you should follow our suggestions. You can't bend to the whims of fate. Sign up, and take hold of the reigns of your very world.
Hey Ahava, how's it going? I actually still have you as a writing buddy from last year, along with jdark and a few others. I'm a little behind already, but coming back from an insurmountable deficit of words is one of my favorite things.
The airship launched, to the cheers of a truly monstrous watching crowd. Yet, strangely, the cheers were not quite jubilant. It was almost as if the crowd knew something was about to happen - other than the launching of Wangcastle's first Leviathan-class airship, of course - and they were cheering the event yet to happen.
The nobles on board reclined to enjoy their fine liquor. All of the processes on board the Phallae had been automated during the renovation, so there was no need for them to be disturbed by any damnable commoners. Pleasing music began to play over a set of ironically tinny brass speakers, when dark rumbles from the core of the airship began to trouble the gentlemen and ladies.
When two explosions ripped through the wings of the airship, they sprang into action - only to be confronted by the corpse of one Batsuo Louvre, a lecturer from University of Wangcastle. Who would murder a scholar, they wondered, quickly; who would find it in their hearts to harm a man of learning?
But rapidly that question dissolved, to a more pressing one. They had all heard the tales of the Phallae's first flight, all those years ago. Most of them had dismissed them as legend and whispered error.
"Automatons?", one noble whispered.
"No," said a firm man, with a quivering moustache. "This is the work of the Army of Common Men and Women. Those fools think they can aspire to a place above their station. I suspected they might sneak aboard, but not that they would be so brazen."
The moustache was stroked into submission by a calm and steady hand.
"We shall hunt them. We shall stop them. We shall teach them the manners that they so clearly lack. But it shall not easy; the commoners are treacherous, as is their way. They could be hiding amongst us. This journey shall be eventful, but I shall enjoy rooting out the scum of Wangcastle from within our ranks."
The moustache barely covered the man's grim smile.
The Dead:
B:L - Batsuo Louvre the lecturer nobleman - killed by a mystery assailant
A bomb was detonated on the port wing. (-8)
A bomb was detonated on the starboard wing. (-8)
The Condition of the Phallae
The main engine is in perfect condition. (30/30)
The secondary engine is in perfect condition. (30/30)
The cockpit is in perfect condition. (30/30)
The port wing has been slightly damaged. (22/30)
The starboard wing has been slightly damaged. (22/30)
The dorsal fin is in perfect condition. (30/30)
It shall end in approximately 22 hours, at 0000 GMT.
Role PMs shall be sent out shortly.
I speak for the automatons aboard this lovely vessel.
Worry not about Army of the Commoners.
A glovefucking is in right order.
A true gentleman fights with his fists!
I agree my good sir.
Only a coward or a brigand would not face his opponent directly.
Win!
Clarification denied.
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Obviously.
http://www.audioentropy.com/
The game will end when a faction fulfills their primary win condition; the game may also end when certain factions fulfill their secondary win conditions, although this is not necessarily the case.
Tertiary win conditions are extra objectives so that you may claim a minor victory in the face of defeat.
kime, if you start typing like the guy mocked in this video talks:
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=retsupurae#p/u/101/YbvZeOnHI_w
I will murder you.
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I won't hesitate to throw various painful instruments at you Kime.
Good.
Two'f ye've gone'n threatened me poor tender heart already. I'm thinkin' I must be doin' some'n right.
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Arivia,Typhus733 and Daius are the only ones responsible of this Crime.
Thus my vote goes to Daius!
I say, my good man. I find the fact that you arbitrarily omitted A in your arbitrary analysis to be quite suspicious.
*Gasp* You do not even know how to properly spell the word "monocle!" Such illiteracy reeks of the working class!
!Fluffy
!Ebfan
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Clearly riff-raff that wouldn't know about class and style. And spelling.
!Ebfan
Gentlemen, let us begin.
I have consulted my ledger of past wrongdoings and grievances and, strangely enough, not found entries for any of our present company. Instead, I have consulted my personal numeral synthesizer and compared it's results to our passenger manifest.
Curiously, !ebfan's ticket number came up.