HRPT

Started by Bogre, November 15, 2009, 10:40:20 PM

True that... and when you play as hard as I tend to... the end comes all that much quicker.
The glowing Nessalin Nebula flickers eternally overhead.
This Angers The Shade of Nessalin.

I found out how the world ends:

"Never was anything great achieved without danger."
     -Niccolo Machiavelli

Quote from: LauraMars on December 06, 2009, 01:53:24 PM
Quote from: Bogre on December 06, 2009, 01:39:02 PM
Quote from: perfecto on December 06, 2009, 12:26:39 PM
SO I just spent a third (literaly) of november absolutely engrossed in a character who ended up getting murdered, unarmed, holding her helm in her hand.... can't wait to see how my newb does with this unbelievable Shit-Storm that's coming now...

Utep's Balls everyone!

I had an extremely new character survive an HRPT. The 'kill them all' scenario, actually. New chars can definitely survive.

And old ones can die in an instant.

It's all a dice roll, and how lucky you are, and how much understanding of the combat code you have.

p.s. Thanks for fixing the weather, Tiernan!

:'(  So true..

Anyway, here's hoping my new(er) character survives!  I wanna see what happens this time!
Quote from: Dalmeth
I've come to the conclusion that relaxing is not the lack of doing anything, but doing something that comes easily to you.

It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

omfg - VAMPIRES!
Quote from: LauraMars
Quote from: brytta.leofaLaura, did weird tribal men follow you around at age 15?
If by weird tribal men you mean Christians then yes.

Quote from: Malifaxis
She was teabagging me.

My own mother.

OMG THERE IS VAMPIRES IN ARM? Thanks for ruining it. GOD!  :'(
Someone punches a dead mantis in it's dead face.

The pale, doleful-looking young man has arrived from the west.
The area is filled with a sparkling light.
Child, child, if you come to this doomed house, what is to save you?

A voice whispers, "Read the tales upon the walls."

WOAH WHAT KIND OF LIGHTZ IS THAT. I wants. Wait.. is that a scary man?
Someone punches a dead mantis in it's dead face.

OMFG! Do you mean Twilight came to Zalanthas?  :o
Quote from: brytta.leofa on August 17, 2010, 07:55:28 PM
A glossy, black-shelled mantis says, in insectoid-accented sirihish,
  "You haven't picked enough cotton, friend."
Choose thy fate:


The buff, chiseled man has arrived from the east.
The shirtless, sinewy man has arrived from the east.
The broad-chested, square-jawed man has arrived from the east.

The buff, chiseled man subdues the doleful looking, dark-haired girl.



Ya werewolves too.
I tripped and Fale down my stairs. Drink milk and you'll grow Uaptal. I know this guy from the state of Tenneshi. This house will go up Borsail tomorrow. I gave my book to him Nenyuk it back again. I hired this guy golfing to Kadius around for a while.

I was shuffling through my music and couldn't decide on something...

Right now we got a fusion, jazz and klezmer explosion going!

Brandon
Quote from: Ghost on December 16, 2009, 06:15:17 PMbrandon....

you did the biggest mistake of your life

Quote from: FuSoYa on December 06, 2009, 04:05:49 PM
I was shuffling through my music and couldn't decide on something...

Right now we got a fusion, jazz and klezmer explosion going!

Brandon

Watching LotR in TNT right now, and Minas Tirith is getting beat down, so the music and mood are very fitting.
Quote from: Twilight on January 22, 2013, 08:17:47 PMGreb - To scavenge, forage, and if Whira is with you, loot the dead.
Grebber - One who grebs.

Quote from: 5 day lifespan on December 06, 2009, 01:18:03 PM
BTW, Tiernan, your avatar and picture sig make me about the happiest ever.  EVER.

Thanks!  You may also like this:


Inside a Wooden Callbox [Leave Quit Save]
   This wide, brightly lit chamber appears much larger than one would expect,
upon first entering the callbox.  The walls are a clean, metallic grey, and a
variety of glass portholes open up to show the landscape outside the callbox.
In the center of the chamber is an octagonal pedestal, adorned with a variety
of knobs, switches, and lights.  A small, octagonal cylinder gyrates up and
down in the center of the pedestal, humming softly with each cycle.
A small metallic dog is here rotating the small metal discs on his head.

> look pedestal

This pedestal is octagonal, and covered with a variety of buttons, knobs,
switches and other sorts of lights and displays.  Etched over one such
console is a plaque identifing that section for "Tardis Control".

> look dog

The small metallic dog in front of you is made up of several pieces.  A
body unit, a head unit and a short neck unit.  The body unit has in bold
white letters K - 9 painted on his sides.  Atop the middle of his back is a
rectangular piece with small square buttons and a greyish crystal.  The head
unit is made up of a pair of glowing eyes behind a red crystal.  On top of
his metal head are two small discs which rotate as if they are searching for
something or someone.  His nose is a metal tube which appears to telescope
out as needed.  Under the body unit is what appears to be rows of obsidian
black rollers.
A small metallic dog is in excellent condition.


I have to thank the late Becklee for K-9.  Thanks Jay, we miss you.

QuoteI have to thank the late Becklee for K-9.  Thanks Jay, we miss you.

I'll drink to that.
Nothing to see here

Quote from: FantasyWriter on December 06, 2009, 04:13:28 PM

Watching LotR in TNT right now, and Minas Tirith is getting beat down, so the music and mood are very fitting.

Yup, got the LoTR soundtrack playing.

I tripped and Fale down my stairs. Drink milk and you'll grow Uaptal. I know this guy from the state of Tenneshi. This house will go up Borsail tomorrow. I gave my book to him Nenyuk it back again. I hired this guy golfing to Kadius around for a while.

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There are 0 visible Immortals currently in the world.

There are 100 players currently in the world, other than yourself.


Why can't we always have these numbers. Every day would be a HRPT. :(
Rickey's Law: People don't want "A story". They want their story.

QuoteIt is dark.  All the normal, natural patterns have been disrupted.  The animals are jittery and acting unpredictably, some dangerously so... because it is not-ending dark.  Some of the sparse vegetation of the Zalanthan eco-system has started to wilt and droop... because it is still inky, no-Krath-anywhere-anytime dark out there.

As the Zalanthas becomes the land of mushrooms..............Now we finally know the real reason behind Olgaris poop code.
A gaunt, yellow-skinned gith shrieks in fear, and hauls ass.
Lizzie:
If you -want- me to think that your character is a hybrid of a black kryl and a white push-broom shaped like a penis, then you've done a great job

I kind of expected more death by now. But I guess I've been very lucky.
Quote from: brytta.leofa on August 17, 2010, 07:55:28 PM
A glossy, black-shelled mantis says, in insectoid-accented sirihish,
  "You haven't picked enough cotton, friend."
Choose thy fate:

Quote from: X-D on December 06, 2009, 04:44:57 PM
QuoteIt is dark.  All the normal, natural patterns have been disrupted.  The animals are jittery and acting unpredictably, some dangerously so... because it is not-ending dark.  Some of the sparse vegetation of the Zalanthan eco-system has started to wilt and droop... because it is still inky, no-Krath-anywhere-anytime dark out there.

As the Zalanthas becomes the land of mushrooms..............Now we finally know the real reason behind Olgaris poop code.
Maybe the Smurf Village was more than just a legend?
EvilRoeSlade wrote:
QuoteYou find a bulbous root sac and pick it up.
You shout, in sirihish:
"I HAVE A BULBOUS SAC"
QuoteA staff member sends:
     "You are likely dead."

For the sake of HRPT immersionz, I'm going to have to stop reading this thread.  It's dangerously close to becoming an OOC twitter for each little cool thing we all see/complain about.  Wish up peoples.  :-[

hai u guys, I have to go eat poutine now at Valentine's for an hour or so, can we all take an hour break for dinner and pause the hrpt?
"When I was a fighting man, the kettle-drums they beat;
The people scattered gold-dust before my horse's feet;
But now I am a great king, the people hound my track
With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back."

I don't even know what that is but it sounds French. So no, denied.
Rickey's Law: People don't want "A story". They want their story.

Quote from: Malken on December 06, 2009, 05:15:42 PM
hai u guys, I have to go eat poutine now at Valentine's for an hour or so, can we all take an hour break for dinner and pause the hrpt?

kk
Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air?

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Will need some Burzum for the end of my zalanthan world.
Free your hate.

Sssssssshhhh! It's so quiet.
Respect. Responsibility. Compassion.