3/7-3/14
THIS WEEK
Well, folks, an extra week of Pokelovings should've done you all some good. But yet again it is time to say goodbye, but don't fret! There's tiny little charms that appear in your hand (or your belt loop, keychain, whatever's popular fashion for you crazy kids), just a reminder that your little buddy's still there with you. Who knows when you might need them again?
Pity it's not this week. They'd be awfully curious about why you're acting so strange.
TAG EFFECTS:
♥ You suddenly appear as if you've been rotting in the ground for a few years. Entire bones are visible, your body has tinted a cool blue, and make sure no one steps on your eye when it pops out of your socket.
♣ Taken prisoner by a rabid sweet tooth, you find yourself suddenly overflowing with the most oddly creative candy treats, and you simply must find a way to create them and market them to the public.
♦ True love has clouded your judgement. You're overcome with the desire to serenade your true love with an epic ballad, and it'd be terrible if something were to happen to them. Perhaps you should stalk them from the bushes just in case someone else has fiendish plans.
♠ It simply wouldn't be you if you didn't concoct grand schemes to scare the living daylights out of anyone you come across. Creepy crawly yet colourful bugs are at your beck and call to ... well, that's up to you.
EVENTS:
Everything seems relatively normal for the City. During the day, that is. But something downright odd begins happening at night. Pristine white buildings disappear, the scenery warping into something quite unusual. The city gates have modified to a crumbling, decaying mess with a rusty front gate that won't open. The city's beautiful flowers have had a growth spurt, and they even appear to be singing a cheerful little song as you pass them by. The rest of the city has transformed, and could that be a disembodied grin floating in the air and following you around?
And yet it all disappears in an instant once the sun rises. How interesting.
The first person to correctly guess the inspiration for this week's theme wins absolutely nothing as the answer is too danged obvious.
There's also something else quite odd appearing here and there in the city, but this one seems to be targetting anyone of Avatican descent or rank. That may include you turncoats as well. At least the little creatures are gone, but you can't help the feeling that you're being followed.
And every time you turn around to catch a glimpse of something, as you're quite certain that your shadow is taking a mind of it's own and either making funny faces, wiggly hand motions, or "oogly boogly" sounds, the second you turn around it changes back to normal. And do be careful with that large aircraft of yours, Avaticans, something keeps tinkering with the power generators. Don't crash, 'kay?
... golly, what an odd week, eh Solace?
WEATHER:
A bit of a chill during the day, yet warm and toasty at night.
ETC:
If you're new to the game or are just otherwise lost, come on down and bother us modly folk. We'll catch you right up to speed. If we're unavailable right away, do check out entries under the mighty tag of modly might for a refresher, and we'll be along as soon as we can to answer any questions.
Well, folks, an extra week of Pokelovings should've done you all some good. But yet again it is time to say goodbye, but don't fret! There's tiny little charms that appear in your hand (or your belt loop, keychain, whatever's popular fashion for you crazy kids), just a reminder that your little buddy's still there with you. Who knows when you might need them again?
Pity it's not this week. They'd be awfully curious about why you're acting so strange.
TAG EFFECTS:
♥ You suddenly appear as if you've been rotting in the ground for a few years. Entire bones are visible, your body has tinted a cool blue, and make sure no one steps on your eye when it pops out of your socket.
♣ Taken prisoner by a rabid sweet tooth, you find yourself suddenly overflowing with the most oddly creative candy treats, and you simply must find a way to create them and market them to the public.
♦ True love has clouded your judgement. You're overcome with the desire to serenade your true love with an epic ballad, and it'd be terrible if something were to happen to them. Perhaps you should stalk them from the bushes just in case someone else has fiendish plans.
♠ It simply wouldn't be you if you didn't concoct grand schemes to scare the living daylights out of anyone you come across. Creepy crawly yet colourful bugs are at your beck and call to ... well, that's up to you.
EVENTS:
Everything seems relatively normal for the City. During the day, that is. But something downright odd begins happening at night. Pristine white buildings disappear, the scenery warping into something quite unusual. The city gates have modified to a crumbling, decaying mess with a rusty front gate that won't open. The city's beautiful flowers have had a growth spurt, and they even appear to be singing a cheerful little song as you pass them by. The rest of the city has transformed, and could that be a disembodied grin floating in the air and following you around?
And yet it all disappears in an instant once the sun rises. How interesting.
The first person to correctly guess the inspiration for this week's theme wins absolutely nothing as the answer is too danged obvious.
There's also something else quite odd appearing here and there in the city, but this one seems to be targetting anyone of Avatican descent or rank. That may include you turncoats as well. At least the little creatures are gone, but you can't help the feeling that you're being followed.
And every time you turn around to catch a glimpse of something, as you're quite certain that your shadow is taking a mind of it's own and either making funny faces, wiggly hand motions, or "oogly boogly" sounds, the second you turn around it changes back to normal. And do be careful with that large aircraft of yours, Avaticans, something keeps tinkering with the power generators. Don't crash, 'kay?
... golly, what an odd week, eh Solace?
WEATHER:
A bit of a chill during the day, yet warm and toasty at night.
ETC:
If you're new to the game or are just otherwise lost, come on down and bother us modly folk. We'll catch you right up to speed. If we're unavailable right away, do check out entries under the mighty tag of modly might for a refresher, and we'll be along as soon as we can to answer any questions.