Dat Oni

[17:10]Sakura Mitarashi: Say would you like some tea? [17:11]Koporo Aporo "..Is that some kind o' liquor?" [17:11]Sakura Mitarashi: "No no. It's a drink that's supposed to be calming." [17:11]Koporo Aporo "...Liquor." [19:59][FC] hnnnggggh my masochism is kicking in [20:00][FC] *Punches Ella* Did that feel good? [20:00][FC] yes

The pettings. They will never stop, Kage. Turns out, Kopo was dying his hair blonde this entire time. Now he looks more like his sister~ HOLY SHIT IT'S CHRISTMASSTARLIGHT

*Hug the kitty*

Book Kitty

Hrm, touche'. Alright, I find myself nodding in agreement. Well played, Master Melkire.

Believe it or not, the main website's item gallery can be helpful, as it lists everything and has much larger thumbnails. It also has the option for users to upload screenshots of them wearing that specific item, so you can see what they look like in depth. Hell, I've seen dyed augmented ironworks weapons thanks to this feature. Check it out.

omfg this. ATTN: FFXIV COMMUNITY Some of you like to pretend this game, outside of several coil turns, is hard. PSA: it's not. With all due respect, Melkire, I was referring to newbies that entire post. And for them, it can be very hard. You should know, because the fact remains: WE WERE ALL NOOBS ONCE.

People who are afraid to admit they're new. Guys. If you don't know the instance, fucking tell me, especially if you're the Healer. I'm the Tank, you can rely on me to keep Karlabos distracted, but if you don't know about Tail Screw, or the poison-upon-poison-upon-poison, we're going to have a bad time. And if you think you can ninja your ignorant self through the instance, you will quickly find, no, you can't. It's fairly obvious. I'm not going to vilify you for being new in your run of the mill Roulette instance. That's not something either of us can control. It's much better that you admit your inexperience so that I can TEACH YOU and you'll be able to speedrun this seemingly difficult and complicated shit in the future.

Nuuu! Am I too late?!

As do I. Expect payment ASAP.

The fire crackled as a tiny hand poked the brush with a stick. The pit cast a soft glow against the figure, the Dunesfolk Koporo Aporo, as he twisted the cap off his flask and took a swig. The evening had turned the sun-baked Thanalan into a quiet, cold place; Koporo nestled into his blanket and rubbed his hands together in front of the fire, sighing. On the other side of the flame, propped up against a rock, there was the shield of the late Natalie McBeef, a gift to him, as was specified in her testament, and now, a companion piece for him this lonely night, there at Fesca's Wash. His eyes watched the embers of the firepit for a moment, before turning to focus on the shield. He cracked a small smile, briefly, before reverting to a saddened expression. Again, he turned to the flask, downing another ounce or two and giving a knee-jerk shake of the head in response to the drink's potency. For such a little creature, Koporo fancied drinks that would knock most taller beings flat on their ass, cringing and gripping their guts as if they had just plunged a knife into their abdomen. If Koporo had tolerance for anything, it was alcohol, and he found himself trying to find progressively stronger and stronger drinks as his resistance to the previous tiers grew. He thanked the Twelve every day there were madmen out there ever willing to push the boundaries of the strength of their brew, especially considering recent events that were pushing him to his limits. A worse event, a stronger brew. It seemed to be the way of things, as of late, and Koporo was not arguing. The wind blew, and Natalie's shield slipped ever so slightly to the side. Koporo's upward-pointed ears twitched as his eyes darted. If the shield had anything to say on the matter, it was being rather quiet about it. Then again, it was an inanimate object, was it not? Koporo sighed, placing the flask on the dirt as he lay down on his side, wrapped in his warm blanket. Finally, after minutes of silence, he spoke up: "...It ain't fair." He looked down at the dirt, watching as a tiny little beetle made its way past him. "It jus...It ain't fair, what's happenin'." Koporo gave the shield a good hard look. "It's all gon' t'all Seven Hells an' back since ya went an' left, ya know?" The shield gave no response, as shields are wont to do in a conversation. Still, he continued, "Ya ever once picture in yer career th'people ya done swore t'protect would come t'hate ya'll an' everythin' ya do fer em'? All th'hurtin', all th'sneakin', all th'...Th'gods derned sacrifices ya'll make? Fer them?" Koporo turned his head and picked up his falchion from the ground behind him and began to scan around. His eyes spotted the beetle from before, and with one swift motion he stabbed the dirt in front of it. The beetle jumped back instinctively, poking the obstruction with a feeler, before marching around the large blade. "That th'Citizenry would come t'hate the Sworn?" The glow of the fire illuminated a sad expression on the Dunesfolk. "An' that o' all people, not even Crofte would know how t'stifle it?" He turned his head back to the shield. "Don' git me wrong, I believe in 'er, an I respect 'er...But she ain't so good at th'false certainty deal. I see right through it, ya know? An' it makes me...Nervous. An' th'worst part is, I know exactly why she ain't so sure." Koporo lay his head in his hand, giving a long sigh. "I took up th'sword an' shield what fight back 'gainst those who fight wit' their own weapons, righ?" He began to pick himself up off the dirt, finding himself increasingly uncomfortable. "But these folk...They don' fight wit knives, er swords, er spears. Thems fellars fight wit' words. Words what come out their mouths, an' words what wrote on' paper, handed out t'every bleedin' impressionable bastard in th'city. An' ya jus' can't fight words wit' swords." "They're tearin' us down wit' their gods derned opinions. One by one. None o' us er safe. From th'Captains t'the poor fellars what jus' signed up, they're out t'ruin every single one o' us. An this stupid Editorial has th'gall t'try an play innocent an' act like they jus' wanna rid th'city o'the bad folk in our ranks, righ? What bad folk? I ain't seen no bad folk. An I reckon if'n ya'll weren't six feet under, ya'd be noddin' yer 'ead righ' now." He clenched the balled-up article from the Tonberry's Lantern in his hand and tossed it into the fire, sending a brief plume of flame up into the air. "Worm shite." He shook his head. "Ya'd know what t'do. Idjit that ya were not bringin' me along t'save yer ass, ya'd still know what t'do fer all o' this. But ya done went off an got yerself killed, now what the hells am I s'posed t'do?" He stared at Natalie's shield, as if expecting an answer. When no words came, he shook his head again, sighing. "Look at me, talkin' t'a derned shield. This is drivin' me crazy, ain't it? Soon I'll be seein' things an' they'll 'ave t'send me back t'what's left o'Mama's Clan." He chuckled a bit at the thought. "That'll be th'day. Momma, I love ya, but ya'll done lost it, an' ya'll never find it, again. Dammit, now I need 'nother drink..." As he finished off what was left of the flask's contents, he looked at the shield one last time. Placing the flask in his pocket, he realized there was an old song playing in his head, a tune he had learned from a bard in the Forgotten Springs, and one of his first tastes of the Eorzean language. He grabbed the bag of sand affixed to his belt, and emptied its contents over the fire, making sure it was properly starved of air. Pulling the visor affixed to his turban down over his eyes, he lay down on the ground and nestled comfortably into his blanket. "Dust devil swept ya away..." he whispered, as he began to nod off. "What's left o' ya is ash an' urn in this silent...Yaaawn..." VYffGOMCcMQ "...Horizon."

LLpP0Wfq1gU DAT HIGH NOTE IN THE CHORUS. :love:

Someone to cuddle up against this season. :blush: A new set of ink and pens for carving runes. Something Allagan related. Anything really.

[23:21][3] (EVERYONE GROUP HUG CROFTE) [23:22][3] (BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARS) [23:22][3] *And suddenly, as if by convulsion, Rose had the urge to hug Crofte*)) [23:22][FC] ~pounces Sano, again~ [23:22][3] (( *hugs crofte*)) [23:22][3] (*Huuuuuuuuuug Crofte*) [23:22][3] Crofte, I can't control my feelings for you. *hugs*)) [23:23][3] (avoids doing hugs) [23:23][3] (Shas has never known love.) [23:23][3] ( *smothered* mmmpf mmm blrfffmm! )

Edgar: "Delial, just take the medicine..."

Character Name Koporo Aporo Theme Stage Description Anyone who knows the Dunesfolk knows that their home of choice is one built upon the side of a massive beast of burden. It is on one such beast, the almighty Great Berimu, on a creaking walkway built into its side bridging several homes, that Koporo challenges his foe to a duel. The whole time, the players will not only contend with each other, but the dangers of potential pitfalls as the walkway contorts, along with hazards in the forms of ladders from houses above, buckets on strings, and other misc. objects guaranteed to give a good bonk on the head, stunning the player temporarily, and giving the other a much needed advantage... Moveset Description What sorts of moves do they have? Magic? Fist-fighting? Swordplay? Do they prefer to stay up close or attack from afar? Do they attack lightly but quickly? Slowly but powerfully? Special Moves (or Limit Breaks if you wanna be fancy) Special 1: Special 2: Special 3: Nemesis Do they have an enemy of note? A special boss they defeat in their campaign? Intro Quotes General 1: General 2: General 3: Win Quotes General 1: General 2: General 3: Lose Quotes General 1: General 2: General 3:

Oli/Jajara/Chachan for Tiny Triple Threat? All must submit. Bow before the popotoes. "Ya'll fergot me." I notice a distinct lack of fightan gaem information on him, so no. No we didn't. I'll get to it, eventually. But seriously, you're going to ignore Jajara's older brother and Breaker of Shins? You have a death sentence, mate?

Oli/Jajara/Chachan for Tiny Triple Threat? All must submit. Bow before the popotoes. "Ya'll fergot me."

I FEEL YOUR PAIN!

Sad this language isn't like Al Bhed, where the alphabet is literally just rearranged from the english one.

If it makes you feel any better, the emote doesn't actually make the character models hug. You have to position and time it juuust right to get it to look like that sample screenie, sadly. =c I can deal with having to position myself. What I can't deal with is that the end product of my efforts WILL look better than the hug emote, WILL express emotions better, WILL make better screenie material, but WON'T be available to those who want to avoid being that one guy who does marriage solely for the goodies and not the rp, aka people like myself. It just...It sucks. It's petty, yes, but it still sucks.

...Sigh. Close the thread.

I believe this is a necessity. We all have issues, be they with various facets of life, or with other people, and eventually, we all reach a point where something has to give or we're going to burst a blood vessel. I'm establishing this thread as the go to thread for the snarkiest among us to come and vent our frustration in the most positive way possible, though, there MUST be ground rules: Anonymity must be protected. Be as vague about people as possible. No photos of the person, no namedropping, no addresses, no IPs, etc. Pick a name for the person if you must. This is NOT a thread to passively expose people who harass others online or generally break the rules. Those kinds of things are best sent to the administration. If someone is hurting you online, this is not the place to post about it. And if you are suffering verbal or physical abuse in the real world, this is also not the place, though I ENCOURAGE YOU to get help. Overall, I think it should be fairly obvious what is appropriate to vent about in this thread: the little things that piss us off. Please don't vent about shit that hasn't actually happened. As inconvenient as I can imagine the day of the nuclear chickens is to the farming industry, you're wasting our time if it hasn't actually caused you any grief because it's a figment of your imagination. The same goes for over-exaggerating the details: You stubbed your toe, it didn't explode in a bloody mess upon the surface of the wall like a bad horror film. And with that, I'd like to request Freelance keep an eye on this thread. Now then, vent away! -Please don't make me regret this thread.

Aaron Iceblood: Yeah, yeah i'll sit. Edgar Gandervalt slowly but surely, the room fades on one side of Aaron's view. It is awkward, to say the least. Aaron Iceblood blinks rubbing at his eyes Edgar Gandervalt "Leave it alone. It's numb. You don't want to damage it." Aaron Iceblood scoffs agitated. "Ok ok ok." Edgar Gandervalt looks at his wrist-watch. Except he didn't have one. "Tick tock tick tock." Edgar Gandervalt "Watch me count time on a magic clock~." Edgar Gandervalt "Speed it up or make it stop." Edgar Gandervalt "A happy mage and his magic clock." Aaron Iceblood facepalms. ". . . please stop. ." Edgar Gandervalt "You are not a fan of the Time Mage's Timepiece? I love that rhyme." Edgar Gandervalt "Tick tock tick tock~" Aaron Iceblood: Obviously not. . . Aaron Iceblood: Can I move yet? Edgar Gandervalt "Watch me count time on a-Can you see out of your damned eye?" Aaron Iceblood: No. . . Edgar Gandervalt "Then sit. Also, you interrupted me. Now I have to start over. Ahem...Tick tock tick tock..." Aaron Iceblood facepalms. "Motherfu--"