You would be surprised at the crap some "professional" chefs get away with putting out.
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Posted by SliceAndDice on 26 February 2015 - 07:24 AM
You would be surprised at the crap some "professional" chefs get away with putting out.
Posted by Kind of a Manly Man-chan on 20 February 2015 - 12:05 PM
From "I did it for lulz" to "You stole my Lulz".Sure it is! There's a reason this time.
Posted by Officer Judy Hopps on 18 February 2015 - 07:52 PM
Posted by SliceAndDice on 12 February 2015 - 11:50 PM
aka lycans suck
AKA fite me
#rekt
Guess you don't want an invisible mount.
#doublerekt
lol this is why you mutts are on the bottom of the food chain smh
kiri pls we bros
No, yur finna git rekt soon. After I have my musical battle vs hime I come tu kill yew.
ok we fite for alpha status
What a lovely day to visit the arena. Reginald? Another drink while the galdiators hit each other. Two parts wine, one part blood. AB+, if you have it.
Posted by Officer Judy Hopps on 07 February 2015 - 03:07 AM
Incessant, deafening rattling of the chains that bound her brought her snapping back unto consciousness. Warily opening one eye as the cart continued to bumble its way forward through the torch-lit streets, the flickering shadows that traversed with the cart she was bore upon created shadows that would haunt her nightmares for days to come. For this moment, while their guard was on high, Laika pretended that she was still unconscious. With the fresh, aching lump still making itself known at the base of her neck from where they had struck her into a fitful state, it was not difficult to pretend.
For when she opened her eyes, luminous sparks that travelled through the air made her eyes ache as well. As if she were still beneath the disorienting misery of that vampire's illusion, and there was little she could do about the troubling nature of it. It was simpler to suffer one does of pain, instead of two.
Grinding to a halt, the cart's door unfolded and something tight wrapped about her neck, yanking her from her small darkened corner with the brash orders coming from the slave seller. Slumping as if trying to make herself less marketable, the tall, lithe man standing in front of her flicked his fingertips upward. With this gesture, she stood taller, and in a faux pride that made her tower head and shoulders above everyone else here. As much as she wished to fight this order, there was nothing she could do. She had no choice, no chance, no will of her own in this instance.
Weakly, she bore her sharpened teeth at the vampire, even though she couldn't snap at him. He however, in his pale, almost luminous skin, smiled with a sinister sense.
"Now now, girl, fetch a good price for me on the market. Go on."
At first, she didn't budge. Stubbornly, she battled his will with her own weakened state, until begrudging she marched forward with the crack of a whip upon her spine. It burned, an unholy, horrific burn that made her whimper as she was paraded onto the stage. There, as she stood in her shackles before the expansive crowd, the world seemed to keep spinning as even with her heightened senses, the voice of the auctioneer seemed muffled. Even the faces of the crowd not ten feet away seemed almost indescribable as the lights continued to blind her.
Yet the crowd seemed mostly silent. She was tall and lean, not the same quality that most sought when buying a Lycan slave. And the muffled voices began to sound clearer just enough so she could hear the permeating mumble over dissatisfaction at her state. A hiss reached her ears then, and it was the sound of a whip traveling through the air to strike her again. Yelping as a second burning streak lined her back, Laika stumbled and fell; landing hard upon her palms as she struggled to stand despite the pain. Even while she struggled to stand, the Vampire seller was merciless.
A third strike consumed her mind with pain, and with this consumption came a new type of strength. Her veins pulsed, her muscles rippled, and in a harrowing mixture of a roar and a howl, Laika rose to a stand. Renewed might brought her to tear her chains apart and free her claws, spinning to face her captor. Blood lust was all that she sought as she surged with incredible speed across the short distance, swinging the broken chain to hopefully collide into and crush his skull.
Yet the dancing lights blinded her again, and she crumpled to the ground. Overwhelming her senses completely as she could not hear, see, or smell at all in the least. As horrific as her might had been, she had made her mark. There was far, far much more to be seen than what met the eye in her. Now, as she could barely move, the only thing she could see was the venomous smile of her slaver, as the prices continued to rise into the heavens.
He had made a lucky catch, and now he was sure to profit from it.
With the final bid touching well over a thousand pieces of gold, she was ferried off by a small herd of Vampire guards. Carted through the streets as one of them continually kept her beneath a disabling illusion, she found herself being brought into a castle. It was a massive, expansive labyrinth, leaving her just as befuddled and confused as before.
But nowhere near as befuddled and confused as she was led to an open courtyard, and released from her chains.
"Move it, Mutt." Harshly muttered one guard, prodding her with a spear as she was marched forward across the courtyard. He remained close, only to back away slightly as they approached a little girl. A child no less, which was befuddling to Laika. Who was this?
As if expecting company, the child slowly turned and didn't look the least surprised. Offering only the most eerie and mischievous smile that Laika could have ever imagined. With a sweet voice, she introduced herself.
"My name is Lune Astor, seventeenth in line for the throne. What is yours, pet?"
"Laika."
Posted by Leshrac on 07 February 2015 - 02:11 AM
Digimon TV Series > Pokemon TV Series
Pokemon Game Series > Digimon Game Series
At least that's how I saw it when I was younger.
Posted by Officer Judy Hopps on 04 February 2015 - 09:54 AM
PC Gaming is clearly superior.
Faster, more powerful, cheaper. Ah, Steam is my best friend. ^.~
Posted by Rainbow Dash on 28 January 2015 - 07:59 PM
Posted by SliceAndDice on 27 January 2015 - 05:22 PM
Posted by Juro on 19 January 2015 - 12:25 AM
Posted by Rainbow Dash on 21 December 2014 - 04:53 AM
The Crusaders fought poorly, their cohesion shattered by the stronger than expected vampire assault. A border skirmish had ended badly and the humans were now breaking. Their shieldwall faltered and it seemed the vampires would breach through. It meant the death of the men and women they were defending, but there was naught else they could do.And then he arrived. A figure wrapped in golden glowing light leapt clear over the Crusader's lines and into the midst of the vampires. Runed platemail covered him from head to toe. In his hands was a greatsword almost as large as he was. Alone he stood in the center of the vampires. They swarmed himAnd he danced.Martial prowess too elegant to be considered mere swordplay brought each vampire low as they came for him. He dodged each claw, each sword, each lunge by the tiniest of margins. Every swing of his blade left another vampire dead. Within moments the vampires had thinned and their morale cracked. With a mighty roar the Crusaders, now bolstered by their saviour, pushed forward.What vampires could flee ran immediately, but most were caught between the shieldwall and the knight. Soon there were none left. The Crusaders cheered for their hero, the bravest warrior in all the lands, Sir Galalot of the Order of the Knights Valiant.Sir Lancehad found Galalot standing alone in the ruins of a building. He was staring at the charred remains of a skeleton. One far too small to be an adult or even a teenager."I'm leaving the Order, Lance", he said. "I will still do what needs to be done, but alone now. I need answers to questions in my heart"Lancehad reeled back in shock. "But Galalot", he begged, "you were always the best of us. Why would you do this?"Galalot turned to him slowly and Lancehad could see the weariness behind his friend's eyes. He licked his lips and hesitated. It was obvious that what he wanted to say was hard for him and would be even harder for Lancehad to hear. But Galalot had done so much for mankind. The youngest to ever join the Order and incredibly skilled. A decade later, he good he had done outweighed every other Brother in the Order. It was the least Lancehad could do to listen to him."Sometimes I look to the heavens, Lance. I look to them", he said, "and I now think they are empty. Or perhaps, if not empty, then whatever dwells up there is far too monstrous to worship"Lance felt tears in his eyes. His faith screamed at him to rebuke Galalot butwas outweighed by his love for his Brother. "If not for love of God, Brother, then why do you fight?" he croaked, tears flowing freely.Galalot gave a small smile and placed a hand on his Brother's shoulder. "Because it doesn't change what is right"
Posted by SliceAndDice on 12 December 2014 - 01:13 AM
So wait, Dark's character is an actual Princess? I presumed that was just a title he grabbed for the lulz.
Posted by Jod on 19 October 2014 - 04:09 PM
The Dark
Dew sat in his little office cubicle, staring listlessly at the many holo screens that inundated his workspace that lit gloomy atmosphere with their characteristic blue tinged light. He counted exactly five hours, twenty five minutes, four seconds and, so milliseconds until he could get back home and start on that raid. Information for the raid had been expensive, as had been the preparation. However if his guild could pull it off, the payoff would be tremendous, and perhaps even enter the big leagues.
Thats all he wanted really, to elevate his guild, the Gordian Knot into a pro guild. It would allow him to finally quit this dratted job of his, money wouldn’t be an issue. He sighed and decided to take a small break. Switching on the news, there was a big debate over 696, some new virus that was spotted in the wilderness of the internet. Of Course rumors had clearly blown the damn thing out of proportion, since it was impossible for code to exhibit ‘magical’ effects. Hence it was definitely impossible for code to cause someone to disappear..
He snorted derisively at their far fetched claims and shut down the display. He decided that it was time for a small break, and the best way to enjoy a break was of course inside the game. He took out the Simulator from his backpack, it was a simple black orb, with a thin cord wrapped around it. Unwinding the cord he plugged it into a small port behind his ear. Instantly the device whirred into life and within a few seconds he had already warped into the game.
He spawned on the top of a large hill, all around him he could see similar hills as far as the eye could see. All of them were covered by the same blue green grass. To his east was a large forest, whose edge glimmered with the raw magic exuded by the trees within. Dew was of course smiling broadly, the game always made him do that. He stood for a few moments to let the ambiance soak in.
In fact he would have continued to do the same, if it wasnt for the searing flash that suddenly cut past his cheek. He turned around as fast as his bulky armor would let him, his rather humongous shield at the ready. It was of course a manticore, red and bristling with spines. Its emerald feline eyes regarding him with some measure of intelligence.
However, it was then that he felt something was wrong, he could feel liquid drip down the side of his cheek, and that searing feeling wasn’t stopping. It took him a few minutes to realize what was happening. He was bleeding. He was also feeling pain. Both supposedly totatly impossible in the game. He then began to feel something that he hadn’t felt in that in the game, ever.Fear. Something was very wrong.
He spoke aloud “System Command, Log Out”, however nothing happened. The usual pillar of golden light that erupted from the heavens never appeared…….
---
It had been a week of horror, a week of despair. The last of the survivors were cooped up in the tower that had served as the home of the guild Gordian Knot. It served as the command center for the last territory held by the Players. In better days times the Hopes Gambit had been called the Junction Bazaar, but now it had lost much of its sheen none of the neon lights glowed and all the vendors had disappeared.
Right after the Incident, the Shadow had erupted from the innards of the labyrinth. Relm by relm it made its way towards Junction City, turning each it another flavor of the Helmrealm. The Players might have been able to fend it off, if not for its most horrible price. Those killed by the forces of the shadow, did not return, instead they became corrupted, immensely powerful beasts, yet retaining their intelligence sans their humanity. The Players had begun calling them the Revenant.
Their every loss made the Shadow stronger, and so now after days of intense war the Players stand upon their last stretch of uncorrupted land…..
OOC:
Tell me what happened during these seven days, and how you finally ended up in the Hopes Gambit. Use this time to form up ties with each other, I want everyone to be at least acquainted with everyone...
Posted by Jod on 29 August 2014 - 06:17 PM
First of all, let me get the aspect of the tech used, the RL setting is pretty far in the future. Everyone has a neuro-machine interface implant, like ghost in the shell if you will. The machine as such connects to a port behind the ear, and its primary use is to act as a subsidiary processor for the game.
Now as for pain, the interface does allow for the transmission of all sensations, however their are very severe and powerful locks over this. The breaking of these locks is a serious offense, and is very high on law enforcement hit list.
As for the game, no, pain is not a factor. Its just not good business nor design and very illegal. However there is a sensation that takes the place of pain, best way to describe it as kind of numbness+prickly feeling.
Another point is that a NPC wont feel pain. Why? they are not living things, and hence have no real sensation of pain. All NPC's are controlled by a super AI, torture of any kind would cause whatever NPC law enforcement to swarm onto you.. eventually.
Via hacking and such It might be possible to make people feel pain, but will be seriously investigated by both the company and law enforcement. You can literally go to jail for a long time, think of it like violating a persons mind, cause literally that is what it is.
Posted by Johnny Paradise on 28 August 2014 - 09:52 PM
Illegal equipment is not necessary to cause people harm over the web.
For example, this conversation has caused me undue amounts of pain.
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