Experience

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Those in the tavern could see a figure in the corner slouched in his chair. They could see the sadness surrounding him, if not by the tears then by the shaking in his body as he silently sobbed. Those in the tavern could not, however, see what Mike was seeing. A memory. A scar too fresh to be reopened, too painful to touch. The day his father had died. ... Mike's family had a special gift. One that traveled through bloodline, generation to generation. Many families had gifts, but very few held the ability to manipulate the magical energy found with in every living thing. Many people didn't recognize this energy within themselves, as they had very little. Someone without magical powers had barely any magical energy at all, as the universe had no significant plans for them. Michael hadn't been born with the ability to manipulate this magical energy restorativly. He hadn't had very much magical energy at all, at least compared to the rest of his family. In other words, he was a dud. Expendable. Almost useless. That was how most of his family saw him. A failure. Michael had been denying those claims his entire life. His father had been one of the strongest manipulators among his loving family members. He had also been one of the very few that believed in Michael. Really believed in him. You see, Michael's father could manipulate magical energy to modify time. This required massive amounts of magical energy inside of someone, which only allowed him to use this ability on himself - to see the future, or at least possible futures. Many of his prophesies came true. Many did not. And so it wasn't a surprise that not many believed him when he claimed all that Michael would become. Even Michael didn't believe, as he could never have foreseen this unforgettable and life changing day. ... Mike found himself walking alongside his father. He was a magnificent man, though many thought crazy was a more accurate description. They were in a narrow cavern. The walls were metallic and reflected the soft yellow glow caused by lanterns placed intermittently along the path. Michael's father was taller than Mike by a few inches, though Mike was sure he'd catch up within a year. His father had always claimed he never would never see a day when he was shorter than Mike. Wait. This feels familiar. No. I can't watch this. Not again. Michael's father looked down at his son, a proud smile lighting his face. "I have been waiting for this day for a very long time, Michael." Mike looked up at his father quizzically. "What do you mean, father? What's so special about today?" "Today you wi-" No! Stop! The tunnel disappeared, as well as Michael's father. Mike found himself in a dark place, with no visible light. Many would call it a miserable place, but Mike was relieved. Even if he was a failure, he couldn't relive those moments. Because no matter how much he had tried, those wounds couldn't be healed.

Those in the tavern could see a figure in the corner slouched in his chair. They could see the sadness surrounding him, if not by the tears then by the shaking in his body as he silently sobbed. Those in the tavern could not, however, see what Mike was seeing. A memory. A scar too fresh to be reopened, too painful to touch. The day his father had died. ... Mike's family had a special gift. One that traveled through bloodline, generation to generation. Many families had gifts, but very few held the ability to manipulate the magical energy found with in every living thing. Many people didn't recognize this energy within themselves, as they had very little. Someone without magical powers had barely any magical energy at all, as the universe had no significant plans for them. Michael hadn't been born with the ability to manipulate this magical energy restorativly. He hadn't had very much magical energy at all, at least compared to the rest of his family. In other words, he was a dud. Expendable. Almost useless. That was how most of his family saw him. A failure. Michael had been denying those claims his entire life. His father had been one of the strongest manipulators among his loving family members. He had also been one of the very few that believed in Michael. Really believed in him. You see, Michael's father could manipulate magical energy to modify time. This required massive amounts of magical energy inside of someone, which only allowed him to use this ability on himself - to see the future, or at least possible futures. Many of his prophesies came true. Many did not. And so it wasn't a surprise that not many believed him when he claimed all that Michael would become. Even Michael didn't believe, as he could never have foreseen this unforgettable and life changing day. ... Mike found himself walking alongside his father. He was a magnificent man, though many thought crazy was a more accurate description. They were in a narrow cavern. The walls were metallic and reflected the soft yellow glow caused by lanterns placed intermittently along the path. Michael's father was taller than Mike by a few inches, though Mike was sure he'd catch up within a year. His father had always claimed he never would never see a day when he was shorter than Mike. Wait. This feels familiar. No. I can't watch this. Not again. Michael's father looked down at his son, a proud smile lighting his face. "I have been waiting for this day for a very long time, Michael." Mike looked up at his father quizzically. "What do you mean, father? What's so special about today?" "Today you wi-" No! Stop! The tunnel disappeared, as well as Michael's father. Mike found himself in a dark place, with no visible light. Many would call it a miserable place, but Mike was relieved. Even if he was a failure, he couldn't relive those moments. Because no matter how much he had tried, those wounds couldn't be healed.

Eddies gamemaker went in as well, right? And Cassie totally counts

I mean, the Gamemakers kinda went into the arena last time...

This problem also appears when replying to PM's

Ahhhh I'm so excited!!!

Someone may have already posted about this, but when you reply to status updates it replies but appears to be frozen until you reload the page.

Yeah, I feel like if it's not automated it's just wayyyy too much work for the mods (other than giving yourself an exclusive awesome achievement). This means they could probably only be for things that the site already tracks.

But you have the option to hide it when you post it... So posting a deleted post?

So there's an option to hide a post when posting it. Is there some function with this that I'm just not thinking of? It seems somewhat useless.

Ideas: Bot Destroyer - Report 100 bots. Maybe have levels of achievements?

The lake around Mike disappeared and he found himself in the inn once more. Great. Now I'm going insane as well. He wandered over to a table in the corner and sat down. He considered getting a beer but knew that wouldn't help anything. Plus, he couldn't get drunk anyways. He leaned his head against the table and tried his best not to cry as he began to panic.

Okay, so we know that rep shows up as an achievement but I assume there's more than just that. Have any ideas of achievements they could add in the future?

Oh my goodness how do you remember that xDDDDDDDDD

Is there a reason that you can't see how much rep (likes) a post has? It would also be nice if you could see exact numbers when you hover over them for things like number of posts, rep, etc.

20 people this is going to be awesome!!!

Shades below. "Just leave me alone!" Mike spun around but found himself alone in a shallow lake. "Wha-?"

"No. I'm done. Just leave me alone. Please." Mike walks into the inn, hoping there are enough other people to stop them from making a scene.

Mike touches her and wills the magical energy around her to heal her wounds. "There. Now leave me alone. I don't want to hurt anyone else." Mike turns around and leaves.

Mike takes the hit without feeling any pain but ignoring it completely. He starts to run away. Anywhere but where he was. If I'm not near them, then they'll at least be safe.