IT WAS NOT YOUR MOM. IT WAS ME.measurebystarsApril 21 2009, 05:54:41 UTC
YOUR MOM SHALL NOT STEAL CREDIT THAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE.
ilu
This is, like, supersupersuper awesomesauce. The Times! The VIGIL! (I lol'd SO HARD, you KNOW people WOULD, these are FORSAKEN, man)
also oh my god
You discovered where the hell all that runecloth in Silvermoon goes! IT GOES TO THE PRESSES. Because they TOTALLY make nice, superfine cloth paper, the stuff that will last foreverz. And UC has, like, re-re-re-recycled crumbly yellows-overnight-in-the-freezer paper. And the Wardrum uses whatever the hell they have to hand, up to and including charcoal on hide if they can't find anything else and there's a leatherworker handy.
...okay, that was a moment of library geekishness that should have never been seen by mortal man. Forgive me.
WITNESS THE MAGIC.jazlowApril 22 2009, 00:10:49 UTC
"No, Daeron! I could never love you!" cried Ithoniel as crystalline tears sparkled in her emerald eyes.
"But, Ithoniel, my one, my only, my darling! I shall die without your embrace!" Daeron begged, alabaster skin glimmering in the caress of the moonlight.
"No!," Ithoniel sobbed, "We can never be together! For your long-lost twin brother is in a coma...and I am pregnant with his voidwalker's baby!"
Daeron gasped, and it was the sound of a heart breaking. "Hax."
TO BE CONTINUED.
I am incredibly amused by the idea that there could be srs business people like Rommath reading my little character's syrupy drivel. XD
I may also quietly be adding the Vol'jin stuff to my personal canon nowz.
You totally read my mind on the Trade Prince Murdoch thing. Maybe some kind of freaky Murdoch/Sumner Redstone gestalt entity. (God help us all when some little tinkering guy accidentally invents a radio - or, worse, a television - that does not explode when you turn it on.)
Lich King story FTW. xD
You've got no idea how hideously happy it makes me that you approve of my stuff! <3
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ilu
This is, like, supersupersuper awesomesauce. The Times! The VIGIL! (I lol'd SO HARD, you KNOW people WOULD, these are FORSAKEN, man)
also
oh my god
You discovered where the hell all that runecloth in Silvermoon goes! IT GOES TO THE PRESSES. Because they TOTALLY make nice, superfine cloth paper, the stuff that will last foreverz. And UC has, like, re-re-re-recycled crumbly yellows-overnight-in-the-freezer paper. And the Wardrum uses whatever the hell they have to hand, up to and including charcoal on hide if they can't find anything else and there's a leatherworker handy.
...okay, that was a moment of library geekishness that should have never been seen by mortal man. Forgive me.
Good money for Ally-version follow-ups?
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"But, Ithoniel, my one, my only, my darling! I shall die without your embrace!" Daeron begged, alabaster skin glimmering in the caress of the moonlight.
"No!," Ithoniel sobbed, "We can never be together! For your long-lost twin brother is in a coma...and I am pregnant with his voidwalker's baby!"
Daeron gasped, and it was the sound of a heart breaking. "Hax."
TO BE CONTINUED.
I am incredibly amused by the idea that there could be srs business people like Rommath reading my little character's syrupy drivel. XD
I may also quietly be adding the Vol'jin stuff to my personal canon nowz.
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Lich King story FTW. xD
You've got no idea how hideously happy it makes me that you approve of my stuff! <3
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