Heero

4 hours ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

We should also do away with the TERRIBLE monk revival system and instead use a "You die in game, you die in real life" system. This dramatically improves player retention by blackmailing all applied players & their progeny to play LOTC forever until they die and their VR headset explodes, killing them instantly.

Waaaaay ahead of you, hombre

I will make this

24 minutes ago, argonian said:

"FOA stands for Follower of Alija, by the way," a learned Minitzer adds.

A decrypted and likely deranged Elf instinctually tenses up at the passing whisper of the aforementioned acronym upon alien winds. "I find myself with the sudden inclination to recall Snowy Fields..."

Let me see if I can give you a hand. Look out for a PM from me on the forums here @VonEbs

1 hour ago, yandeer said:

banish heerozero to the shadow realm

You give me anxiety, Rocky

19 minutes ago, drfate786 said:

 

You've just given up.

Nah, just a fun little write up. Mostly just a spontaneous mind-dump.

Also @FlemishSupremacy @Gustando i swear

Back in LoTC's infancy, the bulk of our demographic were kids in the same age range of ~13-16. There was Mineman's big boom in popularity from the sensation of narrated playthroughs on YouTube. We got a shout-out and feature from the YogsCast on two separate occasions. I began playing LoTC either near the end of middle school, or as a freshman just entering high-school. LoTC offered such a unique avenue, especially for that ~2012 time period. There certainly was a form of escapism at hand and a lot of us back caught on to it but continued on no-less. The server and it's community offered a distraction from IRL stresses, the worry of school or the looming weight of actual responsibilities IRL, homework, assignments, etc.

We were dumb kids, had a centralized Teamspeak server that a majority of people would hang out in. The main LoTC TeamSpeak was poppin' 24/7, seven days a week. Mod's asleep? Shitpost with the Aussies. Just the fact we could've all been in the same school more times than not made us extremely comfortable around each other. We enjoyed the popular game of Mineman but had our little special club that uniquely used Mineman like no one else in the world did. I mean, fug, we had a booth at MineCon 2011 that Native ran -- the first ever one where Minecraft was officially 'released' by Notch. Jeb allegedly stumbled upon our booth praised how he found LoTC's premise as something distinctive in the Mineman -- let alone the harsh reality of the rp sphere online as a whole. We could boast we had actual wars, organized conflict, wars and conflicts, fostered governments and municipalities, etc. It blew our little developing brains that we could watch GoT and emulate the things we saw and due to the always online nature of LoTC, turn that influence into our own abridged take. This lead to a plethora of reasons for people to interact, and the social nature of roleplay, Skype being our central means of communication and Teamspeak to idly chat and sometimes try to organize lol. Over the years there were countless people I had the pleasure of meeting, many who left a stark impact on me for whatever reason.

Unfortunately, there's a time when you have to wake up and smell the coffee. Over a decade is a long time. Considerably so. Centuries for a community centered around a vidya game and a niche form of entertainment like roleplay/fantasy writing. Folks grow up. IRL calls. People just go their separate ways. It's the natural way of things but sometimes I do get struck by this sudden storm of nostalgia. I'll take a trip down memory lane through the forums or screenshots I have saved from back then. Probably once a year I'll dust off my Skype and take a peak to see if there's anything I can finagle in terms of reaching out to an old friend I haven't spoken to in ages. But it does hurt somewhat knowing that there's so many people that I regret not talking to or having some form of contact.

I'm an old fart now; somehow feeling old AF IRL despite being in my twenties. At it's core, LoTC's wholesome roots or just general aptitude for what it can provide at times to others is what keeps me around. But deep down, I still miss the folks I've lost touch with over the years and seeing their old posts hurts more often than not

A derelict Elf gasps upon fixing his sight on the ghastly insignia that dots the stray advert, momentarily stunned by the callous omen staring him. The Elf promptly dry-heaves at the realization of the Ourobros embossing. He shudders at the recollection and woes of the Leuvaren forests of Savoy that begin to pollute his dated mind. It would appear there are still folk that would addled by the supposed influence from that sigil of yore...

@zchronik

i'll do this rn and for free if you can say the full name and model for that exact mobile suit @Battle Unit

Menocress in Heat, Porkour's pigman, the Dark Brotherhood, Liri breaking the server every other day, #NeverForgetSnowyFields, etc. Crazy to think it's been a been a decade when honestly at times it feels like that stuff was just last summer. Congrats on the grains both at the iron temple and in the bank.

Got any fond memories that stick out that you'd want to share? No idea if I'm misremembering but you ran with the Von Shlichlen house/company back in Anthos?

10 minutes ago, Man of Respect said:

mitto!!

senor sandking!!1

someone who uses linux or just a fan of techhut's recent video?

Located in parts unknown, a derelict relic of a forlorn era stirs with newfound purpose. With a the knot of a noose readily prepared and renewed venom coursing through their veins, Crumena of Kamees dots any adverbs he encounters of this supposedly rehabilitated order with the sigil of a forgotten covenant and accompanying text etched crudely beneath.

"Blundermore P. WindRaker will hang for his transgressions. Death to the Regenerators."

Meanwhile, situated in parts unknown, the atavistic 'aheral Crumena finds himself tending to one of the only remaining joys that brings the haunted Mali' solace -- his cherished pigeon loft. Abuzz with vociferate coos from the winged patrons, the decrypted Elf lazily skims over the copious mounds of missives that have found themselves forwarded to his residence. He shreds pamphlet after pamphlet upon assimilating their contents, all in the name of fashioning the wastes into would-be nests or fittings for his coop. Yet the discontinuance of a certain missive ushers a perplexed frown upon the rugged and marred features of the gnarled Elf.

On 5/7/2022 at 3:54 AM, un-w said:

P.S.

Send a courier if you intend to write to me. I have a violent phobia of avians.

Squinting to grasp the text a second time, perhaps omitting some vital detail, his attention immediate falls upon his avian company.

"The fuck do they mean?"

Situated in parts unknown, the derelict combatant of Kamees gasps at the revelations made public. His eyes bugling from his visor. "The deranged Du Loc Screamers actually did it."

oh no, not the prince of darkness

You've turned into the the thing you despised, Zhulik. You're a magic stacker now 😔

4 hours ago, DahStalker said:

i think we should just shelf elves instead of khas

excited to try vr. managed to cop a high-end headset for mad cheap (hp reverb g2). been holding off trying it on so i can get some kind of christmas surprise and feel like a kid. just a bit disappointed i couldn't cop a new gpu that isn't horribly over msrp due to scalpers and crypto miners :(

although living the billy sham experience and seeing lotc in vr seems neat. ik kowa went through some extensive means to make lotc vr compatible

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IGN: Heero

Accepted. 

4 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

 

thats how im hitting ur mom rlly