Elfen High 2 (OOC 8, Closed, Will it Hurt?)

[Nationstatelandsville]

Khan, Crowley has an eyepatch - how could one eye explode without making him blind?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Khan, Crowley has an eyepatch - how could one eye explode without making him blind?

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An edit may be in order.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Khan, Crowley has an eyepatch - how could one eye explode without making him blind?

...

An edit may be in order.

You could just say he's blind for the moment.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

...

An edit may be in order.

You could just say he's blind for the moment.

I just did.

[Individuality-ness]

Night is not forcing me to post more in the OOC. Nope.

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me...

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Night is not forcing me to post more in the OOC. Nope.

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me...

It's either this or doing debating with idiots. Better to hang out with better idiots.

Also, you should world build.

[Individuality-ness]

Night is not forcing me to post more in the OOC. Nope.

Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me...

It's either this or doing debating with idiots. Better to hang out with better idiots.

Also, you should world build.

I'm technically supposed to be doing homework.

But I'll see if I can parody that.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So, I got a few mods for EU4 (to allow Jews, Sikhs, Parsis and stuff).

The Sikhs have colonised British Columbia, Washington and Oregon and are ever expanding.

There is no hope.

[Individuality-ness]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Something that will amuse you little buggers is that it is very difficult to colonise Pennsylvania for a bizarre reason- the natives keep uprising.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

I'll add it, but I'll wait for you to make something good quality as well, though you should also do your homework. Just be sure to be here on occasion rather than your debates.

[Esternial]

Frankly, we tend to be too locked up in our little ivory tower for me to have noticed what other people are doing.

So that fairly well answers that question.

I admit it's part of the reason I hop around from P2TM OOC to OOC and take a mild interest in how the subforum is doing (what groups are forming, what cultures are being built, what trends are going, etc.) because it appeals to the sociologist in me to observe that.

I also agreed to the crossover with PL and allow them into our OOCs and vice versa in an effort to help build that sort of community and occasionally jump to a different tower, but that didn't work too well.

P2TM is kind of a collection of separate groups, partly intertwined but not truly one homogeneous entity. While the Traveller's Café has brought some co-operation to the table, I'd still like to see some more unification between the separated groups of RP'ers.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

So that fairly well answers that question.

I admit it's part of the reason I hop around from P2TM OOC to OOC and take a mild interest in how the subforum is doing (what groups are forming, what cultures are being built, what trends are going, etc.) because it appeals to the sociologist in me to observe that.

I also agreed to the crossover with PL and allow them into our OOCs and vice versa in an effort to help build that sort of community and occasionally jump to a different tower, but that didn't work too well.

P2TM is kind of a collection of separate groups, partly intertwined but not truly one homogeneous entity. While the Traveller's Café has brought some co-operation to the table, I'd still like to see some more unification between the separated groups of RP'ers.

I'd also like to see you post IC.

[Individuality-ness]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

I'll add it, but I'll wait for you to make something good quality as well, though you should also do your homework. Just be sure to be here on occasion rather than your debates.

Seriously, there's a sentence in my homework assignment which literally translates to "can I hitch a pig to a plow so that I can till the earth?". WTF?

[Mavorpen]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

Sea of Monsters? Great, now you've reminded me of that shitty movie.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'll add it, but I'll wait for you to make something good quality as well, though you should also do your homework. Just be sure to be here on occasion rather than your debates.

Seriously, there's a sentence in my homework assignment which literally translates to "can I hitch a pig to a plow so that I can till the earth?". WTF?

Your fault for taking Latin.

Though even I, an Indian, blinked at that sentence.

[Astrolinium]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

Can I move here?

[Individuality-ness]

Seriously, there's a sentence in my homework assignment which literally translates to "can I hitch a pig to a plow so that I can till the earth?". WTF?

Your fault for taking Latin.

Though even I, an Indian, blinked at that sentence.

It's just a whole ton of pigs stuff. So the world-building thing was basically me mocking my homework assignment.

[Esternial]

P2TM is kind of a collection of separate groups, partly intertwined but not truly one homogeneous entity. While the Traveller's Café has brought some co-operation to the table, I'd still like to see some more unification between the separated groups of RP'ers.

I'd also like to see you post IC. :p

I'm not in the mood right now.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

Can I move here?

You should write a oneshot about Eric and Parnell honeymooning here.

And fighting a Roman Catholic fundamentalist or something.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'd also like to see you post IC.

I'm not in the mood right now.

Mkay, take your time.

[Individuality-ness]

Obviously I only spent the last few minutes bullshitting this one. Hence, it's not Indi-worthy world building quality to be posted.

I don't give a shit.

Name: Insulae Nautae et Agricolae
Leader: Filia Agricolae
Flag: n/a
Composed of: a small set of islands somewhere, maybe in the Sea of Monsters?
Language(s): Latin. Not the one spoken during Mass, but the one spoken when Virgil walked the Earth.
Description: This is a mythical group of islands, where everyone speaks Classical Latin and where the only people who exist are farmers, sailors, farmer’s daughters, poets, girls (who aren’t daughters of pirates, farmers, poets, or sailors; whose daughters they are, I don’t know), and pirates.

For some reason the girls are either in love with the pirates or the sailors, and the sailors are always in love with the girls. Poets are often found in the tavern in the morning, drinking. Drinking what, who knows?

Also, for some reason someone’s been wandering around asking whether they could plow a field using pigs.

I don’t know why this happens either.

Characters from here: n/a
Changes since magic was revealed:

Really, there hasn’t been much a change, given the fact that this place was only discoverable using magic anyways. And even then, you have to make a freakishly wrong turn somewhere to end up here.

The few people who showed up in this mythical island are often confused at the comings and goings of this place. Plus, since most of them don’t know Latin, they invariably don’t understand what is being said. They often disappear from the real world, never to return. Some people say that these people have been assimilated, becoming one of these mystical people.

But who knows, really?

Can I move here?

If you can find it, sure.

Don't mind the pig stuff though. *nod*

[Astrolinium]

Can I move here?

You should write a oneshot about Eric and Parnell honeymooning here.

And fighting a Roman Catholic fundamentalist or something.

Fall Break starts after classes tomorrow.
So I think I may actually be able to do this.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

You should write a oneshot about Eric and Parnell honeymooning here.

And fighting a Roman Catholic fundamentalist or something.

Fall Break starts after classes tomorrow.
So I think I may actually be able to do this.

Excellent.

[Individuality-ness]

You should write a oneshot about Eric and Parnell honeymooning here.

And fighting a Roman Catholic fundamentalist or something.

Fall Break starts after classes tomorrow.
So I think I may actually be able to do this.

Lucky. I have school next week, and the week after that, and the week after that, all the way till Thanksgiving.