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Blacktempler
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Re: Malaz is no more
Okay we of German Fists wanted simply only our fun
which we also had xD Because into our first city we were killed groundlessly
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gomimin
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Re: Malaz is no more
Your sight of fun might have been reason for thus elimination i assume
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bigred
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Mopstar
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Re: Malaz is no more
oh god lolPotjeh wrote:Yeah, Delamore was a million times better at this.
Wolfang wrote:
+1 I don't know how he did it, but Mopstar did steal his own stuff. You have to be a pretty hardcore thief to be able to steal your own things!
+1 I don't know how he did it, but Mopstar did steal his own stuff. You have to be a pretty hardcore thief to be able to steal your own things!
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LimaZulu
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Re: Malaz is no more
This made me want NPCs for one reason. August 22nd, Ray Bradbury's birthday. In every village that's been destroyed (dunno how this would be implemented, but who gives a care, amirite?), there should be a ghost who ceaselessly recites the poem "There Will Come Soft Rains" by Sara Teasdale, which Ray Bradbury based his short story of the same name upon.
"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone."
"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone."