Here you may post any comments, criticisms, or sarcastic remarks that strike you. Comments are not screened and anonymous posting is not enabled. I'm an adult; I expect to be approached like one as well. If I'm doing something that may seem wrong or 'off', believe me, I am eager to know so that I can stop doing it. So please don't avoid contacting ( Read more... )

Such a stupid, stupid boy.

We've similar festivities in some regions of my own world. Most attribute it to the god of light, Avo, but I can say from personal experience that Winter, itself, is cause enough to cause people to huddle together to feast and share warmth by the fire. I for one could throw quite a party at this time. Rich, decadent foods ( Read more... )

I don't know this place at all. Listen -- whoever bought me here, there's nothing to gain from it. I and my family are of humble means; you'll get no ransom, and I am no one of great enough skill to be made useful.

...I have pressing business. You must return me to Oakvale.

I know that someone can hear me!

These miserable little beasts would be a good deal more enjoyable if I had something to shoot them with.

(ooc: Reaver has been decidedly quiet over the last week. Take of that what you wish, but you should probably just take comfort in it.)

Fellow denizens of the Barge, it would seem we've an influx of new arrivals and a few window shoppers as well, if rumors are to be believed. How quaint. As seems to be customary for these events, we might expect the latter visitors to vanish within the next day, so do take advantage whilst you can. Why, you could run into your own mother out there ( Read more... )

If previous entries have been any indication, then I am not the only person seeing scenes of various violent incidents, deaths, maimings, et cetera.

Might someone inform me why, in the dining hall, legions of the Barge denizens were killed by enormous quacking garbage receptacles?

[Private to Merlin]

I do believe you wanted to talk. Perhaps a few ( Read more... )

Clearly, this is where rich men must go in the afterlife. A veritable Valhalla of beautiful people, extravagant food, elegant architecture, and shopping that only the greediest can afford. Really, who's to say the Aristocracy is dead?

[Private to Merlin]

You've hardly uttered the word 'no' once since we've arrived here, and I'm beginning to think ( Read more... )

[The following text should not be public, but a jumble of improperly sequenced keystrokes appear to be to blame for the filter not setting properly, as the writer's hands are shaking too much for him to get it right.]

what have you done you WRETCHED LITTLE BEAST WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

(ooc: Merlin has cursed Reaver with old age. He is presently holed up ( Read more... )

[Reaver is his usual cheery self, though his desk lamp shows off circles under his eyes, almost perfectly concealed, but not completely.]

Really, are the changes on the deck so unbearable? Why, I'm sure with a little tender, loving care, we could have it back to normal in no time. Some polish, patch work here and there, some drapery? Who knows?

I, ( Read more... )

Misled or not, some of you are far sweeter than even a black heart such as mine can withstand. So many offers of support or friendship; how touching. And how easy it would have been to take advantage of that, though you'll remember I did not. The game quickly became stale, but I am still warmed by your sentiments. If any of those words in my last ( Read more... )