Watyll

"Sausage fest."

"That non-edge used our word! Slap a *****!"

Damn straight, edgy.

A hooded dark elf with bright red eyes backflips on top of a building and looks out over the crowd of other assorted people. He waves to the crowd, and it would be noted that his hands have knives attached to the fingers. "Karin'ayla friends! I speak to you today about the oppression of one word. Edgy!" Throughout the crowd elves and other such characters boo and hiss, the cacophony of it reaching the treetops, where a blood red moon sits and the wind blows for dramatic effect. The figure raises his hands for a hush. "But now I say to you all, embrace it!" The people look confused and started, and hidden blades snap out as a reflex action, they do not know how to do much else. "From now on, Edgy is our word! Slap a ***** who isn't one of us who calls us Edgy. Am I right, Edgies?" Great cheering echoes through the forest as the edges begin their new use of the word. "Edgy, that flying leap kill was kickass!" "Damn edgy, those spider eyes look /fine/ on you." "High five, my edgy!" The hooded figure nods, backflipping away unnecessarily into the night. ((Fun OOC way to resolve any butthurt about the IC use of the word. Our word now!))

Alone in a sunny woodland, Caribo meditates as he has for many a year. His eyes flicker open as he hears the rumble of distant thunder. "He has returned. My way is clear." Caribo stands up, putting his hands into the sleeves of his robes. He walks to the west, to Darkhaven.

*admires the stunning work of art*

Cordal, standing dutifully behind Lilith as always, receives the letter, which drops into his mailed fist. His burning red eyes examine the Raven for a minute before his head swivels down to the letter with a creak of metal. The Dreaknight tears open the letter and scans it, tilting his head to the side slightly in a gesture of curiosity. "I know not who you are, Demones. May the creator have mercy on you, for my brethren are not known for their mercy."

The thing I have campaigned for since a month into the server has come to pass.

Going off Gaius's statement, there was a huge thread in Asulon where a few people wanted to build a prison where criminals went when killed. They wouldn't be able to soulstone out and would have to role-play amongst themselves in an open-type prison. After their allotted time they were allowed out.

"Shais O'Kais Ishakama" Kais isn't even edgy.

This almost made me cry.

There should be benefits to everything honestly. I don't know why orcs don't have pvp bonus still.

I don't understand how the solution to people breaking the rules is to not have rules.

That was a 1920s system prohibiting alcohol. There is no comparison to a Minecraft server system for combat in the 2010s.

People find a way.

The rules aren't the problem, people who exploit them are. There are always loopholes.