[01:44:15] Chase: I can sum up why the open roleplays I've been into worked in one single sentence
[01:44:40] Chase: people cared more about WHO their characters were instead of WHAT they were
Originally Posted by Captain Whosit
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
why am I suddenly terrified now
Because you have common sense.
Originally Posted by Captain Whosit
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
whosit the rest of the forum
With a freakin' shotgun.
Originally Posted by inexplicableSigns
"asdf." coherent like a boss
Verty: I was following my signature
Verty: which is supposed to be the order that I made them in but for some reason Joreak is up at the top now
Verty: I don't remember moving him there but okay
[S]: Ocfos: lol
[S]: Ocfos: He likes to be on top. B)
Verty: ...
[01:44:15] Chase: I can sum up why the open roleplays I've been into worked in one single sentence
[01:44:40] Chase: people cared more about WHO their characters were instead of WHAT they were
Originally Posted by Captain Whosit
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
why am I suddenly terrified now
Because you have common sense.
Originally Posted by Captain Whosit
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
whosit the rest of the forum
With a freakin' shotgun.
Originally Posted by inexplicableSigns
"asdf." coherent like a boss
Verty: I was following my signature
Verty: which is supposed to be the order that I made them in but for some reason Joreak is up at the top now
Verty: I don't remember moving him there but okay
[S]: Ocfos: lol
[S]: Ocfos: He likes to be on top. B)
Verty: ...
[01:44:15] Chase: I can sum up why the open roleplays I've been into worked in one single sentence
[01:44:40] Chase: people cared more about WHO their characters were instead of WHAT they were
Originally Posted by Captain Whosit
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
why am I suddenly terrified now
Because you have common sense.
Originally Posted by Captain Whosit
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
whosit the rest of the forum
With a freakin' shotgun.
Originally Posted by inexplicableSigns
"asdf." coherent like a boss
Verty: I was following my signature
Verty: which is supposed to be the order that I made them in but for some reason Joreak is up at the top now
Verty: I don't remember moving him there but okay
[S]: Ocfos: lol
[S]: Ocfos: He likes to be on top. B)
Verty: ...
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
[QUOTE=Two Seconds Lighter;4625968]
Originally Posted by Laasya Apria
Now you've done it.
I've got to make a profile for this guy now.
Curse you and your supercute troll.
(I'll see about watching a little of it. Maybe. But it's good to know that if I don't I won't be on an island of not knowing alone.)
I can't wait! he looks really fun to draw, so once I get to know him better I can draw her being silly and him facepalming xD
I've left the forum community, I'm afraid.
Bye guys.
it's been real.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Made an AU version of Phidal. He goes from yellow blooded revolutionary with a heart of gold to purple blooded glubgrub with a cold disposition and massive ego.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Yep that's it, this thread is officially progressing too quickly. One day i'm gone, and 10 whole pages of ohgog material, and I missed a spriter in a good mood.
More trolls, mixing up their friendships and quadrants and oh god, I haven't gotten ANYTHING done. Jeez, ok, I am getting it together.
My act that is. I really need to get my scanner fixed.
Troll questions: Holy god, does someone want to make a better-than-mine AB sprite of UU?
Secondly, what happened to the big seemed-to-be-dissension thing between the three redbloods and the violet back there?
Third, whatintheheck's a cafe thread?
Finally, TSL, how is that guy so cool?
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Be the flighty broad.
Your name is Nixali Rifeis, and... sadly, that accusation is fairly accurate. You have a tendency to become quickly fascinated with somewhat random things, distracting you from matters that are generally far more important than whatever minor discovery you've come upon. Your hive is littered with numerous shinies, doodads, thingamabobs, and so on that you've found on the ocean floor. An entire room is devoted to a collection of rusted soda cans of all the colors of the rainbow. However, you've never bothered to figure out what any of these things are for, as that would take all of the mystery and magic out of them.
Yes, mystery and magic. And miracles. Ever since finding a crate of paraphernalia related to a certain obscure cult, you've been an avid member of their ranks! Granted, you don't have a solid grasp on the message of the Mirthful Messiahs, but you like to think they will usher in an age of joy and celebration that will bring all peoples together. That's right, all peoples - even your fellow stodgy members of the nautical aristocracy. You've never really seen eye to eye with them, on account of being fairly sure that all colors are just as pretty as the others. Something tells you that the hemospectrum was just something taken terribly out of context. Granted, you don't mind the cushy life of the highborn, as having ready access to most of what suits your whim is friggin' awesome.
Your general disagreements with the more hemo-aware members of society have caused you to frequently visit the surface in an effort to make new friends, and show them that you're hospitable. It's a little difficult coaxing them into going with you back beneath the waves. Sometimes, you have to knock them out or drag them forcefully along so that they can be shown just how friendly you are! But you also tend to forget that the land dwellers live on dry land for a reason, and thus wind up with a lot of corpses by the time you get back to your hive and check on your friends. But since they were so kind to stop by, you help them stay by tying weights to their legs so they don't float up to the surface. Truthfully, you don't want them to leave, because with how mean the other purple bloods are, they're the only friends you have. Sometimes, wandering fish will nibble on your friends, or a shark will take one whole, which makes you sad. But that's okay, because you have so many great and wonderful friends and you have such wonderful conversations with them!
In all seriousness, maybe it'd be easier for other seadwellers to be more friendly toward you if you didn't have scores of corpses tethered around the exterior of your hive.
A completely unrelated hobby (no, seriously, there's no possible way it could ever be tied to your friends!) is your fondness for the arrangement of lights. Spotlights, strobe lights, glowsticks, rope lights, Perigree's Eve lights, glowing algea, any you can get your hands on! Your lusus, a giant anglerfish you call Gibbous, sort of inspired this hobby with that wonderful glowy thingie attached to her head! Sometimes you stare into the pretty lights a little too long, but this has never affected your ability to see. As such, you have far less trouble with your color-coded fetch modus than a certain other troll.
You've only found need of two different kind abstrati for your strife portfolio: clubkind, for incapacitating your friends, and hookkind, which you've found really useful for grabbing fish when you're hungry. Sweeps of dealing with struggling friends has made you actually quite proficient with these silly little weapons.
Your trolltag is luminescentAnemone. Because the typist is tired of coming up with quirks that can by typed naturally but still register as quirks, you type however the glubbing hell you want, depending upon the situation.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Originally Posted by Panzerbear
Be the flighty broad.
Your name is Nixali Rifeis, and... sadly, that accusation is fairly accurate. You have a tendency to become quickly fascinated with somewhat random things, distracting you from matters that are generally far more important than whatever minor discovery you've come upon. Your hive is littered with numerous shinies, doodads, thingamabobs, and so on that you've found on the ocean floor. An entire room is devoted to a collection of rusted soda cans of all the colors of the rainbow. However, you've never bothered to figure out what any of these things are for, as that would take all of the mystery and magic out of them.
Yes, mystery and magic. And miracles. Ever since finding a crate of paraphernalia related to a certain obscure cult, you've been an avid member of their ranks! Granted, you don't have a solid grasp on the message of the Mirthful Messiahs, but you like to think they will usher in an age of joy and celebration that will bring all peoples together. That's right, all peoples - even your fellow stodgy members of the nautical aristocracy. You've never really seen eye to eye with them, on account of being fairly sure that all colors are just as pretty as the others. Something tells you that the hemospectrum was just something taken terribly out of context. Granted, you don't mind the cushy life of the highborn, as having ready access to most of what suits your whim is friggin' awesome.
Your general disagreements with the more hemo-aware members of society have caused you to frequently visit the surface in an effort to make new friends, and show them that you're hospitable. It's a little difficult coaxing them into going with you back beneath the waves. Sometimes, you have to knock them out or drag them forcefully along so that they can be shown just how friendly you are! But you also tend to forget that the land dwellers live on dry land for a reason, and thus wind up with a lot of corpses by the time you get back to your hive and check on your friends. But since they were so kind to stop by, you help them stay by tying weights to their legs so they don't float up to the surface. Truthfully, you don't want them to leave, because with how mean the other purple bloods are, they're the only friends you have. Sometimes, wandering fish will nibble on your friends, or a shark will take one whole, which makes you sad. But that's okay, because you have so many great and wonderful friends and you have such wonderful conversations with them!
In all seriousness, maybe it'd be easier for other seadwellers to be more friendly toward you if you didn't have scores of corpses tethered around the exterior of your hive.
A completely unrelated hobby (no, seriously, there's no possible way it could ever be tied to your friends!) is your fondness for the arrangement of lights. Spotlights, strobe lights, glowsticks, rope lights, Perigree's Eve lights, glowing algea, any you can get your hands on! Your lusus, a giant anglerfish you call Gibbous, sort of inspired this hobby with that wonderful glowy thingie attached to her head! Sometimes you stare into the pretty lights a little too long, but this has never affected your ability to see. As such, you have far less trouble with your color-coded fetch modus than a certain other troll.
You've only found need of two different kind abstrati for your strife portfolio: clubkind, for incapacitating your friends, and hookkind, which you've found really useful for grabbing fish when you're hungry. Sweeps of dealing with struggling friends has made you actually quite proficient with these silly little weapons.
Your trolltag is luminescentAnemone. Because the typist is tired of coming up with quirks that can by typed naturally but still register as quirks, you type however the glubbing hell you want, depending upon the situation.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Originally Posted by Panzerbear
Be the flighty broad.
Your name is Nixali Rifeis, and... sadly, that accusation is fairly accurate. You have a tendency to become quickly fascinated with somewhat random things, distracting you from matters that are generally far more important than whatever minor discovery you've come upon. Your hive is littered with numerous shinies, doodads, thingamabobs, and so on that you've found on the ocean floor. An entire room is devoted to a collection of rusted soda cans of all the colors of the rainbow. However, you've never bothered to figure out what any of these things are for, as that would take all of the mystery and magic out of them.
Yes, mystery and magic. And miracles. Ever since finding a crate of paraphernalia related to a certain obscure cult, you've been an avid member of their ranks! Granted, you don't have a solid grasp on the message of the Mirthful Messiahs, but you like to think they will usher in an age of joy and celebration that will bring all peoples together. That's right, all peoples - even your fellow stodgy members of the nautical aristocracy. You've never really seen eye to eye with them, on account of being fairly sure that all colors are just as pretty as the others. Something tells you that the hemospectrum was just something taken terribly out of context. Granted, you don't mind the cushy life of the highborn, as having ready access to most of what suits your whim is friggin' awesome.
Your general disagreements with the more hemo-aware members of society have caused you to frequently visit the surface in an effort to make new friends, and show them that you're hospitable. It's a little difficult coaxing them into going with you back beneath the waves. Sometimes, you have to knock them out or drag them forcefully along so that they can be shown just how friendly you are! But you also tend to forget that the land dwellers live on dry land for a reason, and thus wind up with a lot of corpses by the time you get back to your hive and check on your friends. But since they were so kind to stop by, you help them stay by tying weights to their legs so they don't float up to the surface. Truthfully, you don't want them to leave, because with how mean the other purple bloods are, they're the only friends you have. Sometimes, wandering fish will nibble on your friends, or a shark will take one whole, which makes you sad. But that's okay, because you have so many great and wonderful friends and you have such wonderful conversations with them!
In all seriousness, maybe it'd be easier for other seadwellers to be more friendly toward you if you didn't have scores of corpses tethered around the exterior of your hive.
A completely unrelated hobby (no, seriously, there's no possible way it could ever be tied to your friends!) is your fondness for the arrangement of lights. Spotlights, strobe lights, glowsticks, rope lights, Perigree's Eve lights, glowing algea, any you can get your hands on! Your lusus, a giant anglerfish you call Gibbous, sort of inspired this hobby with that wonderful glowy thingie attached to her head! Sometimes you stare into the pretty lights a little too long, but this has never affected your ability to see. As such, you have far less trouble with your color-coded fetch modus than a certain other troll.
You've only found need of two different kind abstrati for your strife portfolio: clubkind, for incapacitating your friends, and hookkind, which you've found really useful for grabbing fish when you're hungry. Sweeps of dealing with struggling friends has made you actually quite proficient with these silly little weapons.
Your trolltag is luminescentAnemone. Because the typist is tired of coming up with quirks that can by typed naturally but still register as quirks, you type however the glubbing hell you want, depending upon the situation.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Okay, so I was wondering if one of the awesome sprite artists here could help me out?
I just wasted the last thirty minutes trying to edit an AU Vriska into aberrantEspada to no avail.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
You are DESHAC DESPAS. You dabble in magic tricks so your strife specibus is Cardkind. Your trolltag is aceofSpades and you speak like you're uSing a DeCk of CarDS. Nobody knows your real blood color, and you prefer it to stay that way.
(I can't draw.)
Why does everyone hate me? ;-;
I'm aceofSpades on Pesterchum. I'm new to forums and I can be awkward sometimes, so if you want to talk to me, you've been warned.
Originally Posted by SWari69
Originally Posted by projectlex
Theory: Gamzee is hiding inside the Pyralspite plush. That is why Terezi could not captchalogue it, even though she could captchalouge Cal.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Originally Posted by AceOfSpades
You are DESHAC DESPAS. You dabble in magic tricks so your strife specibus is Cardkind. Your trolltag is aceofSpades and you speak like you're uSing a DeCk of CarDS. Nobody knows your real blood color, and you prefer it to stay that way.
(I can't draw.)
This has to be the shortest description i've ever seen in my life.
Re: TROLLSLUM 5: More trolls than your thread name has room for
Originally Posted by ZDG
Originally Posted by AceOfSpades
You are DESHAC DESPAS. You dabble in magic tricks so your strife specibus is Cardkind. Your trolltag is aceofSpades and you speak like you're uSing a DeCk of CarDS. Nobody knows your real blood color, and you prefer it to stay that way.
(I can't draw.)
This has to be the shortest description i've ever seen in my life.
Wait, is that a Laconic description?
No, I simply can't write well and just wanted to get the general profile up.
Why does everyone hate me? ;-;
I'm aceofSpades on Pesterchum. I'm new to forums and I can be awkward sometimes, so if you want to talk to me, you've been warned.
Originally Posted by SWari69
Originally Posted by projectlex
Theory: Gamzee is hiding inside the Pyralspite plush. That is why Terezi could not captchalogue it, even though she could captchalouge Cal.
but oddly, i don't wAnt to do thAt right now. i thinK i'd rAth<3r Just talK with you.
JOREAK, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WANT TO FUCK EVERYTHING
STOP BEING IN LOVE THIS INSTANT
Originally Posted by scintillatingMoniker
scintillatingMoniker's theory of freudian control
L2 = -C
As the libido of the fantroll increases, the amount of control you have over them decreases.
Because it's the only explanation for what happened to Joreak and Ava.
Originally Posted by momatoes
((pfft everyone knows that cramming pays off more than constant dedication)) kids don't listen to me
Originally Posted by NARFNra
*enters Trollslum General Chat*
*sees the word guro*
NOW WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE
...
*clicks link anyway*
Originally Posted by EnigmaticD
Man might have dated cannibalistic mermaid. More at twelve.