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A magi cackles as he heard of what was happening. Sulieronn slapped his knee. "It just gets better!" He snorted. "They're having a war with no one I tell you! No one cares about you!"

Sulieronn sits with his staff resting simply in his hand, the end of it resting on the ground while he remained hunched over, reading over a missive that lie within the grasp of his left hand. A snort passes from the elven fellow's nose as he comments. "Fools claiming thrones is not something new. This group of moronic bandits should walk into a hoard of undead drones for only there would their smarts start to match up with the crowd. I've seen none as pathetic as they within recent years. Relinquish the name you claim to hold, bandits."

A Magi scribbles down in his notes as he heard of the battle. Sulieronn scoffed and spoke to himself. "Clearly they wish not to fight those whom are simply too stupid to see that this world isn't made for them. Grow Up. Pathetic, truly pathetic, raiders. You are unable to grab an ounce of power so stop trying to make yourselves out to be those born of gods." The elven man had taken a visit to the city he'd once lived in many years ago and took note of how a specific person was banished from that city, curious. Even while feverish, he shook his head and decided to travel to the city once more to ensure that harm would not befall it. "Call them cowardly all you want, but in the end, it's a tactic to keep themselves alive. Simply, you are too stupid to see that."

A strange dark elven man would lean over in his bench as he heard the news. Sulieronn pushed a hand through his hair, some stray licks flowing back down to hang before his eyes as he grumbled "Too much war.. stop trying to claim what you think you deserve. The Maelstorm and Jusmia families relatives.. distant.. but still relatives. Suck up your pride.. you're making Vivian turn in her grave." There was nothing but spite in the man's words as he spat them out with distaste.

Do you still eat crayons?

Dihydrogen monoxide - a deadly poison. The world puts this sh*t on our CROPS! Everyone who's ever had it has died, but it's a requirement. Too much of it and we die, too little of it and we die. It can disintegrate rocks just by hitting it, it can cause some metals to explode on contact. IT NEEDS TO BE NERFED OR REMOVED

DHMO hurt juniper. Just as it's hurt everyone #StopDHMO

Everyone who's ever had DHMO has died. Think about that.

Most popular modern music sucks. Indie's where it's at

"I hate the Palebeast!" A Sorvian shrouded in red retorts, placing their first against their chest. "Long love the Nahaim-Esau!"

An elf repeatedly smashed his forehead against a table.

A watching ghoul of the past, a fellow of red and eyes of null, claps along with an eldritch man. Only, he too rejoices and remembers a poetry of an old Dealer, "Grief."

Holy shit finally, this is like the only thing I care about- my precious items

Hit me with it

I was given a present in the form of Lordship status and a Freddy's giftcard, you think I got cash?

Why is this $2.99? I think it's a ripoff

Not funny didnt laugh

When I was on CT and they had us looking at people's apps and interviews to vote to add them to the team (popularity contest style), I honestly never even looked at Staff Apps in full. I checked the +1s and -1s to see the general opinion if I didnt already know them. If there were an overwhelming amount of -1s from a bunch of different people, I would defiantly take it into consideration. +1s are generally given by friends and through begging so I hardly looked at them

A sworn beast raises a hand, smashing it against their chest as their clay mask of a face looks up at the sky above. "I HATE THE PALEBEAST!" It swore thrice

It has been fixed

Here's some more Tiger art to encourage purchasing

Shattered Memories A simple rose lie within the Elysian Gardens. It's beautiful red petals stretched up high in the air and butterflies constantly visited it. While it had thorns, they never pricked anyone for the flower thought itself too kind to harm. Near it, on the grass, a sleeping visage lie with lips showing peace as he slept. Such a visage was green like the plant's own stem and above it, the young man's hair was made of the same petals as the rose. A dream befell he who slept. -=- Awoken outside a tavern, the plant sat up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Standing before him was the small figure of a halfling. Such a memory was dear to him and he could tell the halfling spoke. though he heard not the words that escaped them. While he couldn't see their face, he could remember who they were to him, how dear he'd held them to his heart. Upon a wall, he sat, gazing at the trees scattered below. Sakuras spread out across the lands and he could see a woman standing amongst them, a face he knew all too well. It was one that brought him happiness, a friend. To the side his head did turn, gazing upon a figure that sat next to him, one he saw vividly. He was never sure what to think of the woman who sat at his side. Their hair was green and their skin orange like a pumpkin, a ring of roots around their head. Close was he to the two. Within the great city of Elysium, he lie, staring up at the sky above him. A pale face with a single eye looked over him, staring down at his form. His hand waved to the woman before she passed by, on her way to do who knows what. His heart stung for he knew the kindness she brought him. A sword's protection to keep he and his flora safe from those wishing to destroy it. Sweets fell next to the man as he remained next to the fountain he so loved to sit by. A woman with red hair walked around and patted his back, encouraging him to eat the sweet delights. So he did, consuming the morsels of sweetness that contrasted his daily diet of herbs. Such was his life most days, a world of calm collection that his mind would give him. It fed him not the terrors for when something bad happened, his mind simply blocked it out. Though, terrors did seep through the cracks of his mental barrier, plaguing him with distain and discomfort. The memories he dreamed of started to turn black as he forgot more and more of his life. People's faces faded away and the background collapsed into an empty void. His hand reached out to grab what little he could manage, but it was too late. He fell to his knees as only slivered remained around him, some of the best and worst memories being there, but not complete. In the back of his mind, he knew this wasn't the first time, but it was too late. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't save the shattered memories. -=- Birds chirped as his eyes blinked open to a new sun. Rose petals flew around him in a slow breeze as his hand lifted up, but it was smaller then before. His head tilted to the side to look at the flower he once held close to himself and it too was small, barely a stem sticking out of the earth. There was no confusion in his head for this is all he knew. A light smile formed upon the rose's visage as his eyes closed once more, letting him drift off in a new world.

Squak doesnt take herobrine seriously!!! How can you expect him to be a good admin?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!??!?!11!??!/?!//1/@kenqpoh In all seriousness, good luck, hope you do some good things for the server as a whole.

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