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Unfortunately, such ambitions can't be helped, Scholar. Real life has a way of making guild ambitions seem small, though, so if claiming this guild is what makes you and the Child happy, by all means, take it. You're already paying the rent anyway.

We are here. The Lord Chaos is maintaining this site so we don't make demands on his time to visit the guild. But he is here. Claimed by Newcago? Ha! We are just busy, Child.

I'm just dropping by here for a few to say that it's my rotten luck that the game started in the middle of my trip. I will be back home in 2 days and hopefully I will still be alive then. Vanilla players are generally sacrificial anyway, but still.

Seriously people, if you know Filipinos, then you should offer pork. Welcome Reticents! There are two active Filipinos here so far, as evidenced by this map - me and skaa. Any form of food offered to you will be spiked one way or another, but as a fellow Pinoy, you are welcome to my kitchens. We have waffles. But for you, I'll serve whatever Pinoy dish you like. I cannot of course promise that it will not make you want to stay in my kitchens forever and ever and serve me.

It was the most gullible heartfelt thing we've ever seen.

At the end of the day, all roads lead to Chaos.

I just realized that you sounded almost jealous. And have achieved it!

"He's brooding, Fatebreaker. Better not rouse him for now. You might find yourself unable to leave the alley for a long time." Madness spren flitted around the man, and the Mistress stepped back. Darkness comes in different forms. "While waiting for the Raven King to acknowledge you, perhaps, you'd like a waffle sandwich?"

Lol, that wasn't flirting. I wanted to post something about gullible children sitting on thrones, but I didn't want to rouse you and hear you yapping about your loyalties etc. Agreeing with Voidus was the best way to express my amusement.

Oh, Voidus. That grin is precious.

Might as well RP while I have some time. The warm humid air struck the young woman in the balcony, and she breathed it in, wrinkling her nose at the smell of oil and horse and sweaty workers right below where she was standing. It wasn't even noon yet, and she already wanted to leave the summer manor near the bay and go back to the city. Adjusting her one shouldered fitted lavender dress, she turned around to see her suitor staring at her, a nervous smile on his pale face. The right side of her face was smooth, unmarked and beautiful, but as she turned to face him, the sunlight fell on the other half of her face. An ugly scar ran from below her left eye, going down the side of her neck to her left shoulder covered by the sleeve, and the scar went on to the middle of her arm. "You shouldn't have bothered coming over, Raim. I told my aunt that I was leaving for the city tonight.", she said, facing him fully, aware of how uncomfortable her scar made him. He leaned forward and looked at her, or at least tried, and then decided to talk to her unmarred shoulder. "You are almost never around. I don't know what you find so fascinating in the city. My father told me that riots have begun to happen, and I worry about your safety, Quitty." She hissed, narrowing her eyes angrily, "I told you never to call me that. My name is Quitania. And you really should be leaving. I'm pretty sure your father is looking for you by now." She huffed and left him staring after her, and went to the next room, her haven in the manor, her dear departed father's office. She sat on the large leather chair and looked out the window, tapping her finger to her pursed lips. She must find a way to get out of this arrangement. Marriage was not for her, especially not with that weakling! How she missed the city, and her pretty glass knives. She opened a drawer and took out a revolver, her father’s, and fingered it lovingly. She held the grip tightly and considered shooting the fop by the balcony. An easy way out. No, she thought. She must bide her time and find another solution. There were many surprises waiting for her in the city, and just thinking about the danger that awaited her there made her pulse race with excitement.

"Aah...the smell of donuts in the air. The Scholar must be here." The Mistress sipped from a glass of wine as deep red as her dress. Being in the Raven Throne in the middle of the desert has its pleasures. The cold never really agreed with her. Looking around, she saw the throne fill up. The Dark Alley's advertiser was there, and so was the Scholar. Her palm was itching to stab the scholar again, but she stopped herself. He looked to be on official business, and not from that Child Queen.

@bart, thanks. @Wyrm, the calculations are impressive, but you based it on how Word stores data. Google doesn't store Google docs data the same way. They store it text-compressed. And as far as storage goes, it doesn't even count against your Drive storage at all. (But that long explanation makes me nod and say, "Oh so that's how fast they can fill out the page!") With the expectation that this spec doc will be massive, you should just create a Google Doc with links to each cycle's spec doc. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have a problem with space then. I don't want to bolster additions to the spectators, but Google Docs allows 50 people to edit at the same time, so if there are any more that's planning to join you, it will be a party!

I can almost hear the Herd scream, "Wooona!!!" Bringing about eternal darkness? So Nightmare Moon. I rather enjoy the light myself. A better appreciation of the color in food, all innocent-looking, corruption lurking somewhere in the edges, hidden in the spice, masked by the sweetness and sunshine.

You refer to your slavery under me as a harsh experience then? But I didn't even do anything worth screaming about! *sigh*

Google Docs has a 1,024,000 character limit, so yes, it can definitely be broken by a 200,000-word document.---- And bart, I'm still not in your player list.

Ah my dear Scholar, slavery must still be in your blood to ask an alliance from your sworn nemesis. Spice was your downfall before, and you just never learn. Have you not visited the dark alleys lately? If you have, then you must have seen a shadow of me. Also, it is almost blasphemy to speak so of spikes. Don't you remember employing the same tactics with me in a fight a number of pages ago? I'm afraid I have to say no to your offer, Scholar. It's just way too much fun trying to kill you. I like the way you think of slavery now, though. Still a sliver of compulsion there, I see.

Y'all are probably going to break Google Docs.

Oh, this is rich. The spikes are not in your food, Child. Oh no, not there at all. And Fate, as a member of the Dark Alley, doesn't turn his back on anyone. Rather, visitors must be wary to turn their back on him! I haven't been back in these courts for awhile, and I've quite forgotten how deliciously amusing things can be.

As far as Waffle recipes go, I like Aether's the best. Norwegians know their waffle stuff. Of course, Compulsion Waffles are my specialty.

As she witnessed the Child sign the endorsement, the Mistress of the Wafflesworn laughed. Oh, the gullible child! How beautifully Fatebreaker executed this. She turned around and wove a gateway back to the Raven Throne, where she awaits the transformation of its monarch. Maybe while waiting, she can just give Fate the new waffled cookies she's made. Spikes of Joy, indeed!

The Mistress of the Wafflesworn shrugged. There wasn't much she could do about the Scholar's freedom. She let it happen primarily because he wasn't such a useful slave. Not quite the addition to her ranks as she initially thought. As she walked out of the circle of glowing glyphs, she said, "Don't worry overmuch about the Scholar, milord. Anyone who follows a child in court doesn't really deserve to be my slave. Besides, he's more trouble than he's worth. I'd rather kill him than have him swear loyalty to me." She walked around the throne room, and raised one eyebrow at the Raven King's pronouncement of swearing allegiance and bowing. She gave a low chuckle to that. Her allegiances were set. Chaos has always been central to her. She observed the king's darker countenance appreciatively. It's finally happening. Oooh, this is well worth the wait., she thought, shivering in delight at the darkness and mayhem that is sure to follow.

There should be a filter somewhere for: 1. New members that sign up that have babaji in their usernames. 2. Post titles that have +91 or vashikaran or any of the other spammy stuff.

Aww, bart, why am I not in the player list? It's so tempting to bail out and just join the spec doc, but that little twist on the kandra is too fun to pass up. Besides, Quitty deserves to live longer! Oh, considering that I was one a few games ago, I can just tell you what they told me then. "We promise not to kill you on the first day." What? We won't have the benefit of your unpredictable playing style this time?

Quitania Elariel is back and hopefully will survive more than one cycle this time. RP'ing pregame will be tricky.