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Kasimir

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  1. Storm it. That's...ouch. They'd better fix it good after all that...Good to know you were ok though, despite the auto failure. - Was really tired and wasn't paying attention when I picked up the phone. I'm a bit of a grouch/misanthrope/introvert by nature, so by really bad luck, I got into more hot soup when my work supervisor was on the phone. Some days, I just want to find a hole and crawl in there and never come out again.
  2. The docks of Kae were bustling with activity. A precariously-stacked cart hit a rut and toppled; Kaian deftly side-stepped the shower of vegetables that soon followed. He heard cursing as he moved on through the crowd. The frenetic chaos of the docks was both surprising and alarming. If there was anything that was wholly unlike the stillness and discipline of the monastery, Kaian thought, the docks of Arelon's capital city had to be it. "Watch where you're going!" a man snarled, shoving his way past Kaian. A piece of paper fluttered out of his pocket and into a puddle of mud. "You dropped something!" Kaian called out, after him, almost-bemused. How did everyone in Arelon survive amidst all this overwhelming chaos? Or, said that quiet voice at the back of his head, how did you survive in all that stifling obedience of the monastery? The man looked back and wrinkled his nose at the damp letter. "Keep it," he muttered. "It's filthy and it's unimportant." With a distasteful swish of his cloak, he moved on, splattered a few bystanders as his polished boots stepped in a mud puddle. Someone's going to have to go to a lot of effort to clean that up later, Kaian thought. He bent down and picked up the letter. Despite the spreading mud stains, he could make out the Aonic script with some difficulty. An invitation to the palace? He frowned. He'd never gotten to see a palace before, Kaian realised, wistfully. Maybe this was a chance to do something! A few months away from the monastery and he'd already seen more of the world than he'd ever had before, and now he could add an actual Jaddeth-praised palace to the list! He blinked and examined the letter again with a sinking heart. It was Patriach Seinalan who was making the speech; it was Shu-Korath here, he'd forgotten... You're not a krondet anymore, he told himself. He realised he was crushing the soggy letter in his fist. Carefully, Kaian stepped aside and smoothed it out against a nearby wall, trying to tug it back into shape. He looked at it. The letter was crumpled, crinkled, and splattered with mud, but the Aonic script was still readable, informing everyone that the bearer was to be permitted into the royal palace. Perhaps they wouldn't even let him in, even with the letter. What did he know? I'm going to see a palace, Kaian decided, at last. He folded the letter and set it into his pocket with care, next to the odd bit of string and the chattering ferret he'd befriended in Kondeon. He smiled. Once the decision had been made, there was no point questioning it or letting it weigh him down. So he released it to the winds, and whistling, walked on.
  3. Just three jobs and a thesis left. Done with the scholarship application. Sigh.

  4. Home In Florence - Jesper Kyd Might or might not be playing AC2 while I'm at it...
  5. I'm not actually sure if they have a 'th' sound either, unless maybe in the case of a loanword from English. But then, I haven't had any sleep, and my vocabulary sure is failing me right now... Yeah, I did. They were pretty awesome, even if they weren't a squadron of Roman cavalry
  6. I was listening to the Assassin's Creed soundtrack, and hoping to make something pretty simple. I'd planned for a QF, but these things always tend to spiral out of control. Alas. Cleansing Abstergo Abstergo is one of the world’s leading multinational corporate conglomerates, spearheading the development of entertainment, communication, and genetic technologies. Their Animus Consoles have revolutionised VR gaming technology and opened new possibilities for historical exploration using DNA samples. You are one of their latest batch of recruits, working for the Entertainment Division. Your job is to research locations in genetic memories for future game settings, and you get paid well, with more-than-decent employee benefits. Unfortunately, it seems that saboteurs have infiltrated the compound and are hiding in your midst. You know corporate espionage happens, especially with corporations as high-profile as Abstergo is, but is it enough to kill for? Edit: Updated version as of 31/5/2015.
  7. There's a similar problem with German though. It's actually more egregious in their case because they use the storming Latin alphabet but just choose to go with 'th' when they pronounce it as 't'. ...This totally has nothing to do with that time when I was backpacking through Trier, wondering why everyone was telling me to go see the 'Turma' (which is a cavalry squadron back then in Rome's Empire days) and then realised way too late that: 1. German pronounces 'th' as 't': so, Neander-tal, etc. 2. They really meant the 'Therma', or the Roman baths >>
  8. I told Maili that you massively deserved the Aggro-Magnet award for that and I've been waiting for someone to take over Being hit 5 times in 2 cycles and dying just isn't as awesome as being hit 7 times in one single night and surviving. Take all my upvotes for that single act of badchullness, Meta. You deserve it
  9. Darn, one OTP gone Thanks, GM. It was worth a shot (j/k) Hope no one gets paired with me though. I'm no Aonar (the reigning Dodo), but I just looked over player stats and I realise my survival rates are absolute crem. I'm especially annoyed that Meta's a 'Kill on Sight' player and so is Wilson and they have better freaking survival rates than I do. Like, being me in a game is a death sentence The dice gods must hate me or something.
  10. My name means "as brave as a bear." I'm not sure if bears are brave, but I've been certainly known to play with reckless (foolhardy?) aggression
  11. Hreo: I have two questions. One of them is a rather silly but strange question that I never did get to ask Gamma given similar circumstances in a game. 1. Will we know (say, through the write-up) if the Gyorn has chosen an Odiv or if the Gyorn has actually chosen to/was able to convert people that night? I ask because some conversion games indicate when a conversion has taken place. 2. This is the silly/strange question. Suppose, for whatever reason, that there is massive distrust among the cultists and they have reason to suspect someone among them is the Odiv/a Lover. Furthermore, they cannot agree on who is to perform the kill, and they are split exactly in half, which each half supporting one chosen hitman. How is the situation resolved? Does a 'hung' cult simply not get the kill for that cycle, or does the first one to send in the kill order get priority?
  12. I hate my job sometimes. I'm supposed to be preparing for a scholarship application but I spent most of yesterday and today getting hounded repeatedly by a client. I emailed my direct supervisor and my mentor for advice on how to handle the situation since I'm so inexperienced but received no reply after two working days. And the client was stepping up on the emails. So ok, I figured I'd best say something. And since I'm not allowed to give the standard "Well, uh, lemme check with my boss and get back to you on this," answer, I thought I would just answer from what I knew. Hahaha, nope. Nope. Totally nope. I got it so wrong and I got chewed out by my supervisor who finally managed to email me less than 5 minutes after that email was sent to chew me out for sending it. Clearly though, actually telling me from the start and answering my requests for advice could wait.
  13. I guess there's never such a thing as too much stationery. I'm pretty sure I burned through half a store's worth of foolscap and pens in my A level year.
  14. Speak for yourself. The threat of Wilson's wrath eternal is enough to deter me from shenanigans if I'm tje Dula. She can't stop me from shipping my OTP though More seriously, I'd hate to be the Gyorn. All the heat, a cult trying to kill you, and no retirement benefits, unlike Padan Fain
  15. Three holiday jobs, scholarship application, and a thesis. And now Sanderson Elimination. Why do I do this to myself? :/

  16. Argh. I completely forgot to do the essay in my scholarship application and now it's killing me. Geez. Can I plead the 32nd?
  17. How does that matter? Wilson's point is that she mightn't be able to kill the Dula now, but when Hreo releases the spreadsheet and we know for sure who that poor chap is, she's gonna make his life downright Braize for the next few centuries or so P.S. I'd hate to be the Dula. All those trolling possibilities and you can only pick one!
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