Harold

@Vegeconquering Oren was a highlight

@Treshurebrave post, some interesting conclusions and thoughts but please do look to the answer that lies in the comments for all to see through some very detailed and heartfelt posts. LoTC has lost something along the way, and unfortunately isn’t the same place it used to be anymore. That, and real contender alternatives are available now, with better everything not least to say management who care.

Yall ducking noobs 

Sometimes you live long enough to become the antagonist 

All the best. 
 

 Cheers,

Harold

Can I be snorlax

On 11/14/2020 at 1:26 AM, Aengoth said:

no

cry harder x

hehehe

hope u r well aengoth 

House Winter was pretty neat, you're welcome LoTC.

i want to be exodia

Hieden Grandaxe awakens.

Nice to see that the comment deleting squad is out in force still to this day. I said that this thread was an interesting read in my last post. It seems perhaps I should go further, so that my comment doesn’t get deleted again.

Muffins let the power go to their head. I said this clearly, especially when I was here before my long term hiatus. The community meetings were whitewashed and avoided any sort of difficult question. They dismissed any sort of critical thinking critiscm with a very rude and aloof behaviour that in my mind does not suit an admin. Especially one with the easiest task on the admin team. Muffins deserves everything that comes to them, and should rightly resign. The boats sailed, you were removed from your position of expertise, and insult to injury, the community hates you.  That much is clear. That’s something difficult to achieve without being a moderation admin or the chairman himself. Congratulations, it’s time to go back to being a player and learn from your mistakes and repair the damage you have done to not only the community, but also your friendships on the server. 
 

Good luck and god bless.  
 

cheers,

H

What a shame.

there are better alternatives 

Boomer confirmed

Harold Winter XV listens to the rain patter against the thatched roof of his four bed, two bathroom abode with loft crawl space, with surrounding plant pots in the modest garden and patio.

“Verily! I do forsay, whoeth be eth you eth?” He says sneeringly at the missive as he adjusts his powdered wig with his free hand. He promptly throws the missive to the floor and spits on it at least twice in vexed outrage and disgust.
 

“Youeth noteth Be eth a Horeneth!!” He yells into the nearest pot plant.

[[hope this is okay I got warned for poor roleplay for my last post]]

there is no plan

Hahahahahahahahaha

Release date: 2025

Harold winter says yes

LoTC is a hugbox 

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Longbeard Clan Elder Hieden Grandaxe “the Heavy” would smile as the notice begins its way across the lands of all nations. He would muse to himself, having discussed previously in the stone day with the current Ork leader. 

”...and so it begins once more.”

Hieden would pickup his armour, his sword, and kisses his wife as he heads off to war once more.

Longbeard Clan Elder Hieden Grandaxe “the Heavy” would look to the little hearing trumpet in his hands as he rests up within his manor, his eardrums blown by the blast. Having signed the grudge earlier, he would begin to look to the armour stands and sword racks that adorned his halls.

“LO, LET DEH’ BLOOD O’ DEH WICKED ORCISH RACE FILL DE’ STREETS.” he would yell to himself, his trumpet still in his hands unaware he was yelling as he closed his eyes and heard the screams of his King and kin over and over in his head.