Malphystoh

SAMMYYY >.<

Five by five :3

I wouldn't mind being a corpse in the morgue lol. Just a bit part ? These are just so incredible.

Seven is lucky right? :3

This is one of the first tenants of role-playing. Playing In Character. If you are having difficulty separating Ghost info from IC info you just really need to... Well hell. From my perspective. I observe for 45. Join as Sec Borg due to apathy and willingness to RP and help. Know its cult. or X whatever. Know of certain people. Know of compromised areas. How does one not just use this info? You really have to put yourself into the entity you are creating. Willful ignorance frankly. even to the point of not even looking at them to make the sprite turn in their direction. Within the first 5-10 minutes of assuming said roll suddenly I am getting information from my coms or from AI. I always ask what the situation report is, or investigate the current situation to get a general idea. You can very rapidly become up to speed on the situation without compromising playing in character. It's kinda a weird separation from ego. Not just speaking from IG stuff here, also speaking from many many years of table top dice and pencil role-playing. Where groups just wouldn't tolerate OOC info. It's just standard to me. So I don't mean to make it sound so easy, it certainly took me a looong time to get really good at it.

What makes a man turn neutral... >.<

What about... stop getting banned? Just a thought :3

-1 :3

so many feels. Love the story. Love Smol Zeke. >.< So many feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeels !!!!!!!!! *rampage

Just incredibru!

but necromancy is fun and wholesome !

Clown Culture 10/10

Four score and seven henks ago... our Clownfathers brought forth on this planet, a new nation, conceived in laughter, and dedicated to the proposition that all Clowns are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great space war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great honk-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their shoes that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave Clowns, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The galaxy will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly henked. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great honking remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of humor -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have honked in vain -- that this nation, under Honk'sie, shall have a new Banana of freedom -- and that government of the Clowns, by the Clowns, for the Clowns, shall not perish from the universe. Bananablaster the Henkmeister Clownplanet - Unspecified date and time during the Clown / Mime war.

Three curses on dorkmin :3

Yuuuuussss >.<

Fourteen jerks ruining a good thing :3

Four score and seven henks ago... our Clownfathers brought forth on this planet, a new nation, conceived in laughter, and dedicated to the proposition that all Clowns are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great space war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great honk-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their shoes that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave Clowns, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The galaxy will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly henked. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great honking remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of humor -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have honked in vain -- that this nation, under Honk'sie, shall have a new Banana of freedom -- and that government of the Clowns, by the Clowns, for the Clowns, shall not perish from the universe. Bananablaster the Henkmeister Clownplanet - Unspecified date and time during the Clown / Mime war.

Wowww!!! Thats really neat! Thank you so much!

This is Faustius Maximus, a human! He is wearing an executive suit with a black tie, a waistcoat, and a purple scarf. He is wearing an Black Leather jacket. He has a satchel on his back. (the side satchel) He has some fingerless gloves on his hands. He is wearing some laceup shoes on his feet. He has sunglasses covering his eyes. He has a headset on his left ear. Sometimes the outfit varies but by and far its similar. Once again he is fairly androgynous, attractive and lithe. Sarcastic, playful, witty and fiercely independent (sometimes outright rebellious)

People always check my PDA pen >.< or just steal your headset. it helps to have a good stash place. Or if you think they are gonna search ya. Well time to go give them some pain. Run like hell. Drop water behind you. Then Edagger them down. That'l teach em to rando search :)

Pretty damn awesome all around!

The hair that never cares! XD The Purp-a-trator. The Mouth with the Moves :3 Faustius! Pretty awesome B.E.E.R! <3

Extra points if me and Steven are starting to argue lol. <3

Meeeeeeeeeeee shot of whiskey and just starting :D

Could be interesting!