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Topic: Forum Games / [SIGNUPS] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [ALWAYS OPEN] [STARTING LEVEL CAP INCREASED]

Fenix is accepted. For my convenience, can you edit this new profile into your post on the previous page? That way I won’t have to edit the character list.

Vinyl, however, has several problems.
1. Only Fallen Angels have black wings. Those won’t exist until more than halfway into the game. All Angels have a white and light color schemes.
2. It kinda looks bad on you when you misspelled “Chinese” while claiming you can fluently speak the language. Especially since I’m Chinese myself.
3. You can’t start off at level 4. At the moment, the starting level cap is 2 at most.

Originally posted by Shandys:

The last passage i wrote was in Page 10.

Satellite falling down like heck.

Okay, a very brief summary… James, Shade, and Shadow got recruited into the Infernal Legion for their impressive feat of defeating a level 6 Demon while only being level 2. Lucifer started his war against Celestia; Demon armies began pouring out of Infernal Portals into Mediorum, targeting locations with Celestial Portals so they can get into Celestia. The first battle took place in the forest village of Agribestia, which is quite close to an Infernal Portal. Mostly everyone was there. The Angels won that battle due to superior numbers and an overwhelmingly powerful leader. The Demons retreated; their leader commanded them to go train in the pits of Hell until they’re called to battle again. Shadow decided to stay in Mediorum because he decided that meditating is a better way to gain strength compared to eating other spirits. Right now all the Angels and Neutral Spirits are in Agribestia, with all the healers working in a village hospital to heal the wounded.

Topic: Forum Games / Official "Choose my Next Game!" Thread

They all had a plot… I see a problem in that.
Games dont need plots, so looks like I need to work on that.

Honestly, that’s one of the most stupid things I’ve ever heard. I make games for plot and only plot, because I’m a writer more than a gamer or a roleplayer.

Originally posted by Gastly101:

Free World & Powers = Game.

However, not all are free world, but many have powers and spells. Games are fun when you can blow things up or set stuff on fire, ect.

It’s probably going to be a very free world in the beginning. I’m just afraid that people will be too lazy to do anything if I give them too much freedom. But yes, things will be blown up and stuff will be set on fire.

Topic: Forum Games / Official "Choose my Next Game!" Thread

So I’ve been planning this game. Then I realized that the premise has been done many, many times before. Meteor shower from outer space, normal people getting superpowers, secret organizations doing cruel experiments on these superpowers, an apocalyptic disaster of sorts… The only thing unique about it is that it shares a universe with my other game, Transiens Aeternum; spiritual powers from TA and superpowers from this game come from the same source. If I make this game, then the two games will be crossed over some time in the future.

The question is, should I make this game? The basic premise is quite cliched. Is it going to attract any players, other than those who know me well?

Topic: Forum Games / [SIGNUPS] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [ALWAYS OPEN] [STARTING LEVEL CAP INCREASED]

No, I mean, what was happening in this game when you left?

To answer your question, unfortunately Developous is still around and hated by some. Personally I don’t bother, but some people are trying to help him make good games and be a good FGer and such. Don’t have your hopes up though; he’s just too deluded to know better.

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

Reverse Aether

“Keith, increase your mana input! Jane, make sure none of it leaks out in your corner!” The woman barks out orders in a slightly panicked voice. Like every other mage present, her hands are aglow with magical energy, weaving mana in patterns that instantly catch my attention as my nigh-undetectable presence passes over them and their ritual. “Don’t screw up now! If we can do this, we’ll be promoted for sure!”

How interesting. There are twenty mages in total, including the woman. Eight of them maintain an intricately structured cage with their magical powers, psychedelic geometric patterns lighting up the air and ground beneath them. Eight more of them pour their mana into that structure, filling it with even more vibrant colors. The remaining four, seemingly the most powerful and skilled of them all, are straining every ounce of their concentration to control and guide the maelstrom of energy before them, shaping the magic into…

“WE CAN DO THIS!” One of the mages scream.

“GLORY TO THE NUO!” Another yells.

The magic suddenly bursts into a blinding flare, before rapidly collapsing in on itself, coalescing into a shape that feels tangible and alive to my mythical senses. It…

I choose this time to materialize in their midst, a humanoid figure of red light, twisted crimson lightning crackling and writhing around the sleekly built, vaguely masculine body. “Fascinating,” I whisper. “It appears that you have created another one of my kind.”

“W-What…?” A third mage stares at me, dumbfounded. “Another elemental…?!”

“Correct,” I say before striking him squarely in the chest with a bolt of scarlet electricity. The mage screams in agony as red metallic veins thread through his body, whatever magic remaining in him corrupted and absorbed into my being.

“M-Mack!” Another mage stutters, horror and terror both evident in her voice.

Blasts of magical energy are sent toward my direction, balls of fire, shards of ice, and missiles of simple destructive energy. Maniacal laughter emanates from my very being as I take in all of the attacks, red lightning snaking around me to convert all hostile magic into my own. These mages are exhausted from the feat they accomplished moments ago, and thus possess nowhere near enough power remaining to harm me; dozens of veins of red energy erupt from me to impale them, draining them dry of magic. As all of the mages lie on the floor convulsing, their fleshy human bodies slowly changing into organic metal, I turn my attention to the newly born elemental.

The magical entity is, at the moment, nothing more than a simple sphere of light around the size of a human skull, glowing a beautiful sheen of violet. Excitement trembles through me. Oh, the power I can obtain by assimilating another one of my kind! My body breaks apart, a writhing, twisting mass of blood red energy that holds no resemblance to its previous humanoid form. Tentacles of magic wrap around the violet orb, dragging it into me, the rest of my magical flesh closing around it like hungry jaws. My corruptive power immediately begins to digest the newborn elemental.

Ah, yes! The power! I can feel it, filling my essence, feeding my magic, making me stronger. Yes… As I have previously thought, consuming an elemental yields much more than those measly human mages. With even a single one, I am already more powerful than ever. This elemental does not even possess a functioning sapience; nearly no effort at all is required to completely assimilate into my being.

However, moments later I begin to notice something curious. Though not sapient, what still remains of this elemental’s sentience seems to caress my thoughts and memories with its magic, trying to make sense of the images and sounds that are beyond its comprehension. That… is not something all elementals are capable of. This must mean that this newborn elemental’s Self magic is related to the mind, thoughts, consciousness… An ability that may come to be useful in the future. Perhaps, rather than smothering it completely, I can keep this elemental’s consciousness inside me, sharing a body, like I have once done with Legion; this elemental will then serve me, in exchange for its survival.

No… Such a crude tactic will not be necessary.

Now only an iota of the elemental’s magic is left, barely tethering its mind to existence. Halting the digestion process, I instead reverse it to pour my own mana into this elemental. So much mana that, within moments, sapience begins to emerge from its formerly simplistic mind.

What is your name? I ask. Spoken words are not necessary; this entity can directly hear my very thoughts.

…Melusine, it responds. A soft, ephemeral whisper, vaguely feminine in tone. It is possible that this elemental has taken on some aspects of the sorceress that led the ritual of its creation.

I think for a moment. That name is not fitting to your power. From this moment onwards, you are called Psyche.

Very well, Psyche answers in a neutral, compliant tone. And your name?

I would sport a twisted grin if I possess a pair of human lips. I am your Creator, your Master. In return for bringing you into existence, you will serve me and obey my commands. You will obey and serve Aether.

Topic: Forum Games / [GAME] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

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[Please start writing your posts now, Knoob and Adeeb. Get the story moving.]

Topic: Forum Games / [SIGNUPS] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [ALWAYS OPEN] [STARTING LEVEL CAP INCREASED]

Originally posted by Shandys:

Did something big happened since my leave?

Uh, when did you leave again? Did the war start yet at that point?

A timeskip of about a day or so will take place once IE makes his post.

Topic: Forum Games / General thread

Honestly, Minn, a mud elemental is lame. Nothing unique comes from your elemental combinations. Remember when I asked about elemental combinations many pages back? I tried to give something unique to each combination, something neither of its parent elements can do.

Topic: Forum Games / General thread

Quit being Frost, you.

Frost actually has a very good reason for believing that ambition is evil.

Earth + Water should be Poison/Acid/Wood/Nature. You know, Green from MtG.

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

Frost

We both sat cross-legged on the soft grassy ground. It was quite far up north now, the air somewhat chilly, though neither Cheryl nor I truly had any problems. A single blade, crafted entirely from silvery white metal, sat on my lap, the sharp edge glittering faintly in the fading twilight. The sword’s design was simple, minimalistic, with none of the intricately carved patterns and ancient Chinese magical runes engraved on the Heaven-Devouring Blade.

Cheryl stared at the silver blade. “So this is from…”

“…Wu Ming, the late Crown Prince of the Wu Dynasty. Oh, pardon me,” I quickly corrected myself, adding a hint of mocking sarcasm in my voice. “The late Emperor of the Wu Dynasty.”

“Okay…” Cheryl frowned. “Um, no offense, but keeping the dead body of your evil cousin with you at all times is kind of creepy.”

I remembered Wu Ming’s corpse, still magically preserved and stored inside my Mindscape. “True, but a strong fighter like him may be of use to us some time in the future.”

“But still…” Cheryl grimaced with distaste. “Whatever. At least his sword is useful now.” She held out a slender finger and touched the blade, feeling the cool, pristine luciferite surface. “So you’ve tried to use this, and nothing worked?”

“Indeed.” I thought back to my numerous past attempts to harness the energy stored in this silvery white metal. “I have tried to absorb it, manipulate it, convert it to other forms, meld my own life force with it, so on, and so forth; all such attempts were futile.” Holding out a finger of my own to touch the blade, I could sense the subtle yet vast reserves of energy contained in the silver metal, far more concentrated than what I had felt from the luciferite cross I formerly wore as a lowly soldier of Novus Ordo Seclorum; it seemed that Lucius Ferre had forged an especially powerful weapon for his trusted servant Wu Ming. From what I understood of the mythical metal, a sizeable but only finite amount of energy could be drawn from it at any time, yet its energy reserve would never run dry. It would help us immensely against this Arthur McQuietus villain whose precognitive image terrified Cheryl to such a degree. But even now, as I inserted my own energy into the sword to attempt to bend the blade’s power to my will, it would simply slip from my grasp as if I was trying to take hold of immaterial light.

“And you don’t know how your evil cousin managed to use it?” Cheryl asked.

“Scanning his deceased brain told me nothing,” I said. Gleaning information from a corpse, even if reanimated, could be quite difficult, especially if the corpse was damaged badly. “And I was not exactly the best of friends with my dear cousin, you see.”

“Guess that’s where I come in, huh.” Indeed; her clairvoyance was very, very useful. “Well, here goes nothing…” Cheryl closed her eyes and began to concentrate, finger still touching the sword.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then her body began to shiver, her breaths becoming ragged gasps, as though some horribly disturbing scene was playing in her mind. Moments later she let out a small scream, violently withdrawing her finger as though the blade was coated with lethal poison. Though not as terrified as when she had seen McQuietus, Cheryl now appeared rather badly shaken.

“Are you all right?” I immediately asked, with much more urgency than my usual calm mannerisms would display. Seeing her like this made me distraught as well. I reached out to take hold of her hand, releasing a stream of soothing energy into her through the skin contact.

“N-No…” She took a few deep breaths, and shuddered some more. Looking into me directly, Cheryl’s eyes showed a mixture of anger, fear, sadness, and revulsion. “Do you know… how many people… this thing killed…?” She glanced at the elegant silver blade lying before us.

My face became grim. “I can attempt to estimate.”

“Well… It’s probably a lot more than you think…” Cheryl gritted her teeth. “That guy, Wu Ming… he’s a monster!”

“I am more than aware of his nature,” I said, forcing a neutral tone to my voice. “However, the nature of a blade depends only on its wielder; this weapon can indeed be used for good if we so choose.”

“Beg to differ…” Cheryl deadpanned, making a little gesture at the Ten Thousand Cold Nights sword. “But okay, I get what you mean…”

“And did you see anything of interest, aside from my cousin’s abominable deeds?” I asked. “Anything that would help us utilize the energy stored in this weapon?”

“Actually, yes…” I then realized that our hands were still held, the softness of her skin feeling exquisite in my palm. “Um, I’m fine now,” she said with a slight blush.

I quickly let go of her. “I’m sorry. Carry on.”

“Okay, so…” She seemed to search through the images she had seen, suppressing a few shudders. “So your cousin’s boss, that evil masked guy, had one of his soul shards or something in the sword. With some mind link or other fancy thingamajig, that let Ming use the sword’s energy, apparently. And… just before he got killed, Ming used some super ultra attack that sort of overloaded the soul shard and destroyed it, which meant nobody can really use this sword anymore…”

“So even Wu Ming was only able to use it with Lucius’s help…” I sighed.

“Hey, don’t just give up here!” Cheryl glared at me. “We’ll figure something out! I’ll help you!”

I chuckled. I was not able to decipher the secrets of luciferite by myself. Perhaps with Cheryl’s help, it would be different. But if even that was not enough… I did not look forward to the alternative. I did not want to wield a blade whose nature in itself was malicious.

Topic: Forum Games / [SIGNUPS] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [ALWAYS OPEN] [STARTING LEVEL CAP INCREASED]

Hey Shandys, your writing improved! It’s much easier to read now! :D

Summary… Uh. Anyone other than me feel like doing it? I’m curious to see what you guys think of the story so far.

DA3 is dead BTW. I’m never making another parsed game again.

Now, should we do a little time skip? On Rina’s side at least. Start looking for the Mediorum Guardians and such.

Topic: Forum Games / [GAME] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN]

James Hawking

I looked at the three pits still with Demons remaining in them. One of them was filled with Demons much weaker than us, mindlessly ripping one another apart like the savage beasts they were. The other two pits were much more controlled, though much more deadly; everyone in them appeared to be more powerful than us. None of these three pits felt like a worthwhile way to spend time.

…whatever. I’ve had enough of fighting for now. Though our bodies were ideally suited for battle, even we Demons could not continue to fight forever without rest. I looked at the diseased trees of the swamp a distance away from me. Not exactly the most visually pleasant setting, but I had to go with what I got. “I’m going for a walk, Shade. Want to come?”

[Now, Knoob, this might be a good time to finally let Violet meet up with the gang.]

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

Reverse Aether

I scream, a mixture of madness and terror and rage that would drive mortals insane. Hundreds of veins of red lightning erupt from me, digging into the earth, the air, everything around me. Whatever minute traces of energy I can find, I corrupt and make it my own. After what seems like an eternity I finally recover, now the same humanoid figure I was before though made of red light. Scarlet electricity crackles around me, automatically lashing out at whatever it approaches.

Heh heh… Enjoy the victory while you still can, spiteful laughter escapes my metaphysical throat. For your transgression, I brand you as prey. Should we cross path again, you will no longer be Legion, no longer be many. Instead, you will be one; you will be Aether.

My physical form dissolves while I fly into the horizon at nearly the speed of light.

…

“W-What are you?!” The mage screams in terror. Gusts of magical wind sweep outward from him, but I only feel annoyance at the mage’s pathetic attacks.

I do not respond. Again, it is pointless to talk to prey. A beam of red lightning strikes the mage in his chest. Red metallic veins spread outwards from the point of contact, corrupting my victim’s fragile human body, while my magic infected and warped the mage’s magic. As he is incapacitated, I strike the mage with several more blasts of red energy, speeding up the process of his corruption. Moments later I swoop down, absorbing all of the human’s magic in one siphoning motion.

Ah, the feeling of power. I feel refreshed as the mage’s raw magical power is added to mine. And I am sure that the power of a fellow elemental would taste even better. I will absorb power from all creatures of magic I encounter, until I have enough to crush the mass murderer that calls itself Legion. Then his power will be mine.

I leave the human, not bothering to check if he still lives. Much work is ahead of me.

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

Reverse Aether

The bolts of cyan lightning strikes my barrier, damaging the spherical wall of solid magic just a bit more heavily than I would have preferred; this shield will not hold up forever. Bolts of red lightning erupt from me, wrapping around and trapping Legion’s cyan electricity; the corruptive effect of my magic soon transforms Legion’s magic into my own, which I proceed to absorb. This repairs the damage to my barrier, though likely not quickly enough; I must go on the offensive if I wish to take Legion’s power for myself.

Take Legion’s power for myself… yes. This new magic, the correct way to use this magic, allows me to corrupt and assimilate the magic of others. How ironic that in order to gain power, I must go down a similar path to this enemy in front of me. But no matter; the euphoric feeling of power is worth whatever the price.

I do not answer to Legion’s taunts. After all, why bother talking to what will soon become a part of me? Veins of red lightning gathers in front of me to form another sphere, a dense, writhing ball of corruption that is launched toward Legion at high speeds.

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

Aether

Cautiously I lower my magical barrier; it can be re-erected in an instant. My magic reaches out to touch Legion’s veil of cyan electricity, and my transformation begins.

Hmm… What a curious sensation, creating a fully functional soul out of the soulless. I immediately feel the pull of Hell on this disembodied soul, but fortunately a vessel of pure magic is quite sufficient to root me in this plane of existence. After all, Legion is able to do the same to thousands of souls.

Tentatively, I dive into the ocean of spirits that is Legion. “Now, temporarily relinquish control of your body and power to me.”

Legion does so. The resultant rush of energy is nothing short of exhilarating. Such power, at the command of my simplest whim! I am now beginning to understand why one would hoard power for the sake of power. Legion’s body shift to resemble my own humanoid form as I slowly bring his magic under my command.

And yet, at the same time, a sickened feeling begins to dawn on me. I feel the presence of souls, thousands of souls smaller and weaker than I. If I transform Legion itself into a soul, all of these souls will be still trapped within Legion, for a bleak eternity without ever the hope of salvation. A being such as Legion does not deserve the privilege of continued existence.

With this power I now wield, I can end Legion. And then this power will be mine to keep.

I begin to shift Legion’s body using my magic, though not in the usual ways that I shift and change myself.

Legion seems to quickly catch on after the first few moments. It attempts to forcefully wrestle its body back under the control of its own sapience. When I do not let go, I am greeted with the excruciating sensation of electricity running through my entire being. I struggle, but my efforts are futile against Legion’s overwhelming strength. For an instant, my mind becomes blank. My last memory is the feeling of rushing air as my newly formed soul is ejected from Legion’s body.

…

Images flash before me. A young mage, kneeling, maniacal laughter and anguished cries escaping simultaneously from his throats. Magic, with the ability to Change. And the correct, forward way to use such a form of magic.

…

Reverse Aether

Power explodes from me. I gather myself as an orb of twisted red lightning, pulsating like the heart of some alien magical being. The thick spherical magical barrier almost instantaneously reforms, now red as fleshly spilled blood. Veins of crimson electricity crackle around the shield, striking the ground and surrounding walls. Similar-looking veins quickly spread out from the points of contact like an infectious disease, transforming the rocks and rubble into some red metallic substance that simultaneously resembled the flesh of some living creature.

I take in Legion’s visage, which is quickly returning to its original form. I remember the feeling of nigh-absolute power when I am in control of that body. That power… I must have it back.

“What incredible power you wield… and what a wicked sapience that wields it!” My voice is now a maddening congregation of whispers, interlaced with the grating sound of metal grinding against metal and the squelching sound of metal crushing flesh. “You deserve not to wield such power, murderer of thousands. Better to give control of that power to someone more fitting!”

A thick bolt of blood red lightning erupts from me and strikes Legion in the chest. Crimson veins of energy begin to slowly spread out from the point of contact, the infectious, corruptive magic warping Legion’s magic into something that is more I and less him.

[If you want to know exactly what is going on right now with Aether, just PM me. I have a perfectly valid explanation.]

Topic: Forum Games / [SIGNUPS] [RP] Transiens Aeternum [ALWAYS OPEN] [STARTING LEVEL CAP INCREASED]

Do you guys think that a co-host for this game would be a good idea? I’m rather busy with schoolwork, and often don’t have time to do stuff with this game during weekdays. However, I do have time to at least check and read the thread each day, so if the co-host does something I don’t like then I can just tell the co-host to edit. The co-host is mainly charged with creating smallish events and keep the plot going and such, when I have no time to do so.

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

Akayama Hikaru

“The experiment is a success, Akayama-dono,” the Japanese head priest said to the Great Commander after a deep bow. “The subject has fully fused with the bloodsteel, and appears to possess the abilities to utilize the mineral’s properties for both offensive and defensive purposes.”

Hikaru observed the chained man before him with emotionless eyes. Veins of bright and dark red pulsated all over the man’s skin, glinting with a metallic tinge yet writhing like the living flesh of some abominable creature. “Release him,” Hikaru commanded.

“As you wish.” With a clap of hands and several murmured words, the gleaming golden chains fell apart and magically dissolved. With nothing to support him any longer, the unconscious man collapsed to a heap.

Looking down at the former human coldly, Hikaru drew forth his gleaming silver blade shot through with veins of red. With the faintest contemptuous scoff the Great Commander slashed downward without mercy, cutting a vicious gaping wound in the unnamed man’s shoulder.

The man’s blood red eyes snapped open. A horrendous scream escaped his throat, a sound that was almost human but was eerily offset by a sound that was halfway between sickening gurgling and metallic grating. Red veins of fleshy metal burst from his wounds, intertwining with one another, quickly sewing the wound shut and sealing it with a thin layer of bloodsteel; several seconds later the wound had all but disappeared. Snarling incoherently, the man reached up like a viper, sharp spikes of red metal erupting from his hands to stab toward Hikaru’s heart and neck.

With casual disdain, Hikaru effortlessly blocked the strikes with a single wave of his sword, as though he saw the attacks coming before his opponent even made them. Before the head priest could interject, Hikaru silenced his underling with a hand wave. He continued to look coldly at the mutated human without a word.

Roaring in rage, the man opened his jaws impossibly wide. For an instant he vomited forth what seemed like blood, but it immediately sublimated to shoot outward as a stream of red energy simultaneously resembling a lightning bolt and a vein of blood. As Hikaru precognitively dodged the assault, the energy blasted past him to impact against a wall. Immediately, red veins of organic metal spread out from the point of contact, slowly turning the materials around them red too.

“Excellent,” Hikaru smiled, reaching out with his mind. The man let out a last cry of terror before his thoughts were subjugated.

[Why did I just write this? You’ll see later.]

Topic: Forum Games / The World After (Ather City 2) [Main Game]

[Wait, are we all using our main accounts to post for our alts now? Minnakht is doing it with Weed, and Coolo with Amy… I guess I’ll do that too due to laziness. If this is not allowed, tell me to stop and I will.]

Aether

“As you already know, the element of my magic is Change. Anything that does not kill me, I can transform into. Stone, fire, light, and even… souls,” I say to Legion. “Your own power to absorb and manipulate souls was not always as such, was it? When you were under the control of five hundred human souls, your power was instead the corruption of matter; you are only what you are now after the emergence of your own sapience. Thus, the power and effect of an elemental’s magic is determined by the sapience that commands it.” The orb of light that is my magical barrier shift in color until it is the exact same shade of cyan as Legion’s spiritual lightning; though for now, this is nought but a cosmetic change. “I can transform myself into a soul, Legion. Absorb me into you, and temporarily relinquish the control of your magic to my sapience. That should change the effect of your magic to match my own; that, as you may guess, allows me to transform you into a soul as well. After you expunge my presence from yourself, your magic will return to what it is now… yet you will remain a fully fledged soul in your own right. Should this succeed, you will no longer need to kill, Legion. Like all other souls in existence, you will have the right to enjoy continued existence in Hell or the Floating Islands.”

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris OOC [:P]

Nobody around here seems to understand hope at the level I do.

Haha. Nobody around here seems to understand despair at the level I do. Though I’m sure some people in the world did; they probably all committed suicide.

No. You do not deserve to take my ideas. Know this, Developous: I never forgive. If you take any of my dead games, the consequences will be as though you’re given a “doom point”.

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris OOC [:P]

Then explain to me why you should care about a trash heap in the first place. Forget about that issue, and explain ONLY this.

1) Paranoia. You will take my ideas and twist them into a sick mockery of my creativity.

2) Pride. You do not deserve the privilege of using my ideas, even if you give me credit.

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris OOC [:P]

You’re not transcendent, Developous; you’re delusional. That’s the furthest thing from transcendence, actually; you’re so blind that you can never transcend your own errors. I’ve given up trying to reason with you, because any attempt only makes you sink further into delusion.

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris OOC [:P]

Quit acting like a baby crying over spilt milk.

No. YOU quit acting like you have any form of actual authority here. You are not a moderator of this forum; you do not have any powers that everyone else doesn’t. In other words, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE THE IDEAS OF OTHERS WITHOUT PERMISSION.

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris OOC [:P]

Only dead ideas. And what’s so wrong with being a vulture? Just dont let the games suck in the first place.

Dead ideas are still MINE. You have no right to take them.

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris OOC [:P]

Now would you be so courteous as to explain your hatred over my ‘graveyard’ system?

You DARE take my ideas without my permission?!

Topic: Forum Games / Attamaris RPG [Present Vultures: 1]

I wont rest until I get banned

Seriously, sometimes I think you should be banned already.

QUIT SPAMMING ME!

Finally got a taste of your own medicine?

I should keep spamming you until you drop this stupid idea.