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#1
General Discussion / Re: Poetry Corner
January 30, 2023, 01:02:18 AM
The universe may stop expanding in five billion years
at which point time will cease
to exist and I can finally stop
complaining. there's a fragile
world reflected in the glassy
pearl of your spit left
on my belly and i'm telling
you, i've never been so
old. the day sucks with leech-
teeth. even given the shreds
of your dead rind caked under
my fingernails there's the black
chasm of want expanding
in my chest the way a bead
of ink breaks, making me difficult
to touch without an exit plan.
imagine, please, a better
continuum. you say earlier
doesn't feel real
and you're right,
not because there was anything
exceptional about the heath
in early afternoon, not because
our chins sticky with cider
was a notable pop in this
quivering glitch of a life,
but because it was too ordinary
to even dare remember,
because we'll someday ache
for any regular Sunday in June
where the sun was a sure
thing and breath tasted like warm
grass and there was not a single
indication the cosmos would one
day shut like your eyes, tight
with pleasure.




Savannah Brown, Sweetdark. Can be enjoyed .
#2
Roleplay / Re: The Trees of Timberwood
January 09, 2023, 01:14:28 PM
The wind drops, and Hanne snaps out of her thoughts to realise that the coffee is no longer in the cups and is now all over a person.

"Oh shit," she exhales, "I'm so sorry." Thinking fast, she rifles in her bag - "Look - I have a shirt you can borrow if you want to change, there are bathrooms in the library, erm, the cafe can pay you back if you have serious injuries..."



This was a bad start. Ericales had made it barely twenty metres down the street before six floating cups of hot liquid floated up to him and then abruptly and messily ceased floating. This felt a bit unfair to him -- *one* errant hovering cup felt viable. A full cupholder was a little hard to believe. Still, at least it got on his clothes, saving him from being burned. Although... he didn't really have any other clothes, did he? He had just walked out of his house with this outfit and some money. Maybe he wasn't cut out for self determination.

He was mollified somewhat by the reaction of a nearby woman, who was possibly to blame for the incident, although it might just as well have been malevolent coffee ghosts.

"Oh," he said, "I was going there anyway, I suppose."



Well, Hanne thinks, at least Nhysalynn isn't getting anything out of those coffees. Ooh, even better - maybe people will see and think wow, Summittens's advertising has finally gone too far.

She examines the - kid? Youthful face, but reminds her of people she's studied with - could be just a few years younger than her. Let's go with kid for now, for simplicity. Might be enough of a snob to try legal action, which would be fun. Or maybe his parents are. Hmm. "Alright, uh. Well. I work for Summittens so it's on them, y'know. I'm sure I can get you a pretty hefty discount."

The pastries lie on the ground like roadkill in the puddles of coffee and Hanne briefly considers picking one up because she's starving but thinks better of it. (But they are individually wrapped, so maybe later.) Sighing, she opens the library door with her shoulder, holds out her uniform shirt to him - black with a white-embroidered icons, two gloved hands forming a heart as they wrap around a coffee mug - ushers them both through.

"Oh, I should get your name, I think?"



Ericales wasn't quite sure how the woman was managing to blame her place of work for the incident, but he wasn't a confrontational type. Arguments were such an energetic activity, far too close to actual work. He followed her through the doors of the library.
"Ericales," he said, still mildly bemused at the whole situation, "And you?"



"Hanne," is her instinctive response, but then she remembers that he'll probably need it for the insurance claim, " - Hannaryn Pfauregard," she adds with a nod. "Are you around here? Wait - " there's an alarming amount of hope in her voice - "you aren't injured, are you?"



"No, no, I'm not injured," he responded, unsure why Hanne seemed so keen on that scenario, "The only casualty was the shirt. And I live down the road," he waved his arm behind him vaguely. Lived might have been more accurate, but he probably shouldn't go around telling coffee wielding strangers his state of homelessness.
"I'll uh.. just change," he said, and headed to the library bathrooms. He took off his sodden shirt, which was unpleasant, and put on Hanne's, which smelled only slightly less like coffee. He left to find Hanne still nearby where he had left her. "Thanks for the shirt," he said, still feeling a bit bewildered.
#3
Spam / Re: CTRL+V
November 26, 2022, 03:05:32 PM
#4
Roleplay / Re: The Trees of Timberwood
November 16, 2022, 01:12:25 AM
It started, as many things do, with a book.

When Father was twelve (as hard to imagine as that was), he had read the biography of William Tenor, the great merchant. Having seen the fame, influence, and stupendous wealth that came to William Tenor, Father decided that this was the goal of life. This is what he would achieve.
And, damn him, he did. Ericales, however, had spent slightly more than 20 years of his life deftly avoiding becoming successful, or doing anything useful at all. Father had already done success. It seemed redundant for Ericales to have to be successful as well. Father did a great job providing endless wealth. His sister did a great job being heir.  Ericales did a great job being a leech. Everyone had their role! However, Father had decided that Ericales should be forced to learn the trader life. William Tenor's biography had been placed on the table between them like it was a holy book with which Ericales would be banished.
'Fine, Father!' proclaimed Ericales, 'I will move out, and make my own life!'
Father raised an eyebrow. It was a terrifying eyebrow. It was an eyebrow that said "You have been living off my money for your whole life due to your complete lack of practical skills, and now you are going to move out and probably starve or something." Father didn't need to say anything, because his eyebrows were making whole speeches about Ericales' inadequacy. 
Ericales fought to retain his righteous indignation in the face of such a demoralising regard. "I will!" he said, in a much smaller voice, "I will!"
Father smiled slightly. He was slouched comfortably in his chair with the unshakeable confidence of someone filled with charisma and intelligence and other irritating positive attributes. After all, he had built an empire of coin, and thus achieved what some people would view as the ultimate success. But what did people know? People suck. Ericales glanced to the chair next to Father, where Fake Robert was sitting. Fake Robert just sat there smiling vaguely, invisible to everyone except Ericales, and entirely unhelpful. Real Robert was of course dead. Ericales looked back to Father, who gestured toward the door in a mockery of magnanimity, and continued to say nothing. Ericales gathered what dignity he could, attempted to wrap it around him like a cloak, and strode out the door.

He admittedly hadn't really planned past this point. He'd need to find somewhere warm to think for a while. The library, perhaps.





#5
Spam / Re: Name Five
October 25, 2021, 11:50:46 PM
lack of a door on my room
the window that broke and can't open
the door that broke and can't close
the mickey mouse that stares at me while I sleep
the picture of the obviously truamatised cat

name 5 of your favourite types of bird
#6
Spam / Re: Post a random song lyric
October 25, 2021, 11:50:18 PM
Excuse me?
what?
Excuse me?
what?
#7
Spam / Re: CTRL+V
October 25, 2021, 11:49:50 PM
First Law (and world)
#8
WARZONE / Re: Match F: Death | The Pyramids
September 01, 2021, 06:59:53 PM
A wise man once said that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life is only the core of their actual existence.

Thus, The Pyramids take a very long time to die indeed.

But then, all lives are the same length from the perspective of eternity. Every hourglass looks the same without sand, every clock is indistinguishable if sped up. A long life makes you no less dead at the end.

Death regretted the end of The Pyramids. Their humans had believed in them so strongly that they became real. One of the great fantasies humans needed, to keep being human. Until they moved on to newer stories. Jesus, Moses, capitalism. No respect for the classics.

Still. The Reaper must reap.

Death stood in the place that the pyramids had been, or would be. He nodded in respect, one symbol of human imagination to another.

The Pyramids died.

Death wins, if you must.
#9
Spam / Re: CTRL+V
August 26, 2021, 03:55:06 PM
Dance With The Dead's "B-Sides: vol 1" (2017)
#10
Spam / Re: Post a random song lyric
August 26, 2021, 03:52:16 PM
Scared of everything but I'm making it punk
#11
Christiano Ronaldo frowns at himself in the mirror. The incredible Christiano Ronaldo, with male pattern baldness? It could not be! The greatest footballer in the universe could not be bald! Christiano Ronaldo is perfect in every respect!

Then he remembers. Ah, I earn 31 million euros a year. I can buy a hair transplant, like that scamp Wayne Rooney. Money buys happiness. I am no peasant, to serve at the mercy of biological whims. He smiles at his muscles and beautiful skin. No, Christiano Ronaldo is perfect.

Satisfied, Christiano Ronaldo returns to admiring himself in the mirror. He really is the greatest.

Christiano Ronaldo wins!
#12
WARZONE / Re: Match A: Film Noir | Keanu Reeves
August 21, 2021, 07:24:56 PM
I have never watched a Film Noir movie. I looked up the wikipedia page and then wrote this. Don't hurt me.

It's late evening. A homeless man huddles by a lamppost, and steam drifts from a vent in the sidewalk. A gentle rain falls, glinting on the road. Our protagonist stands in a shaft of light, slouched. His face is in shadows, obscured by a tilt of his head and a fedora. He has a hand in his trench coat, resting on his trusty revolver.
'Follow the money,' he mutters. Snaps his fingers. 'Follow the money.' He strides into the darkness, vanishing into the gloom. The homeless man turns to watch him go.

We cut to a dimly lit bar. The alcohol is hard, and the patrons are harder. Money is changing hands in the background, cigarette smoke clogs the air, and the sound of chips being thrown cuts through the background hum. Our protagonist walks up to the bar, and leans against it, tapping a finger.
'Jim,' he says, 'You got him?'
'Sure do.' the barman nodded to the corner, where a man with long hair and a charcoal suit sat confidently slouched. Mr. Reeves.
Our protagonist slides into the seat next to him. This was it. It was all coming together. The game was up.
'Mr Reeves,' he says, 'I've waited a long time for this.'
'What's that?', Mr. Reeves replies, with a tilt of the head and a smile.
Our protagonist signals, and three patrons pull revolvers, trained on Mr. Reeves.
'You're a hard man to catch, Mr. Reeves. But a man like you needs to make friends, or they'll get taken out of the game. And you,' our protagonist lights a cigarette lackadaisically. 'Find yourself quite friendless.'.
Mr. Reeves gave a sad smile. It was a smile that said he had seen how the game ends, and it wasn't pretty. A crack sounds, and our protagonist slumps into the table, then is shoved back into his seat as Keanu Reeves throws the table at the three armed men. Keanu pulls the cigarette from our protagonists limp hands. 'In this game, I'm the house.'
The three men are up again, but they just watch him leave, helpless, as their genre unravels around them. They are now normal, fedoraless men. The bar clears of smoke.

Keanu Reeves Wins!





#13
WARZONE / Re: WARZONE: The Battle of All Things
August 06, 2021, 01:33:59 AM
#14
WARZONE / Re: WARZONE: The Battle of All Things
July 24, 2021, 12:06:09 AM

#15
Spam / Re: Post a random song lyric
July 07, 2021, 11:45:27 PM
Life is short until it's not
Honestly it's kinda long
It takes a while to come around,
People always let you down
Find the ones that get you,
Stick to them like hot glue
Dance if you want to
#16
Roleplay / Writing Prompt 1: Wizards are Jerks
June 20, 2021, 01:57:26 AM
Oho! You thought I had forgotten! But nay! I was merely  b i d i n g  my time!

I must preface this with a warning that I am but a foolish computer nerd who doesn't often try to string this many words together, so don't expect to be swept off your feet.

Also forums are so WIDE wow everything takes up so much less space. I put it in a box so everything feels 5% less weird.

Little known fact, golems speak in comic sans. I am very glad the forum supports comic sans.

Sorry but you are not allowed to view spoiler contents.
#17
This question requires me to remember my own life far more than I actually do (I have no idea how Em remembered all the way back to 1996). So this is mostly guessing. 2015 is also when I joined NS so I guess that applies to all the years.

Pre-2015 - Innumerable flash games
2015 - Wizard 101 :D
2016 - Civilization V
2017 - HOI4, Endless Sky, Warfame
2018 - Stellaris, Hearthstone, Warframe
2019 - Stellaris, War Thunder, Minecraft
2020 - Stellaris, Factorio
2021 - Stellaris, Crosscode

I play Stellaris too much.
#18
Spam / Re: CTRL+V
April 27, 2021, 12:48:25 AM
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#19
Spam / Re: CTRL+V
April 26, 2021, 11:34:34 PM
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#20
Spam / Re: CTRL+V
April 19, 2021, 02:27:50 AM
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