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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2013 10:57:25 GMT -8
So I'm a generally terrible artist who occasionally does something vaguely resembling decent, but last night someone let me have a piece of paper and a brand-new mechanical pencil, and I started drawing. Here, have an entire thread in case I ever do anything half-decent again. So, on Manor of Fate, I decided to make Feliks go to the costume party dressed as an anime nun. Which is very distinct from a real nun. You'd think there'd be a picture on the Internet somewhere of Poland dressed as a nun, right? Wrong. So I drew this. Took about 1 hour. Mechanical pencil on white copy paper. I shrunk the sketch above using Photoshop, but while I was in there I thought of trying to play with some tools in Photoshop I'd never really used before. Long story short, this was the result. This is, hopefully, the last stage in that project. I kept noticing imperfections and adding further details, resulting in this.
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Post by Astrit Zupan on May 25, 2013 20:49:15 GMT -8
You know what? I'm dumping my little drabblethings in this thread too. Here, have a weird one very loosely inspired by this pic and this fic. I was listening to this song nearly the whole time I wrote it; that may have influenced things. {The Girl of Light}She was so adorable when she laughed.
There was a beguiling quality about nearly all children her age, especially when they were laughing. The light would seem to shine brighter just to glint off those ridiculously cute gap-toothed smiles, the air to grow warmer with the sound of new and innocent joy. No matter how much he tortured himself at night, Matthew could never help smiling at the sight of a laughing child.
He would be kind to this little blonde girl who seemed to shine.
"What's your name, little girl?" the vampire asked, kneeling down to look at her on the level.
"Lili," the girl answered. Her hands were behind her back, but Matthew figured they had to be linked and way out behind her from the way she was turning around with her tummy stuck out. She seemed a little uncomfortable around a strange grownup, so he offered her a benign smile with his mouth closed.
"That's a pretty name, Lili," he told her. "I'm Matthew Williams. How old are you?"
"I'm six. I just lost my first tooth!" she lisped, opening her mouth to show him the gap in the front of her mouth.
"Oh, I see that! Congratulations!" he replied. He loved talking to children, just to see the innocence that knew nothing of all the darkness and blood that marked his existence. It was a beautiful thing, and sometimes he just needed to remind himself that this, too, was in the world.
The girl laughed then, seeming to gather up all the light in the room to throw it back brighter, and scampered off to play with her friends. Matthew watched the children play with a small, human smile.
A week later, he saw her again, under very different circumstances.
He was hunting, as he usually did, after dark. This was as infrequent an occurrence as he could keep it, but there was only so long a vampire could keep himself from drinking blood and Matthew had reached his limit. So he prowled the streets, trying to find someone he wouldn't have to feel too guilty about hurting.
A scream split the air, catching Matthew's attention immediately, and he turned instinctively towards its source. There, in a dark and narrow path between two fairly tall buildings, a man he didn't recognize stood over a tiny blonde-haired girl. The man was holding a baseball bat. The girl was bleeding.
Difficult though it was to speak through the way his throat reacted to the smell of blood, Matthew managed to shout, "Hey!" loudly enough to get the man to turn and look at him. When no further reaction, either to engage him or leave, was forthcoming, the vampire forced down his thirst and approached. "What are you doing?"
"Got to get these orphans to move on somehow," the stranger grumbled, apparently disinclined to be distracted. "This one kept badgering me--" His explanation was cut short by Matthew's slamming him against the wall with considerably more force than one would have expected from such an apparently slight man.
"How dare you." Those would be the last words the stranger heard; the normally gentle vampire had found his perfect victim.
It was only a few moments before his thirst was sated enough that he could attend to the child. It was Lili, the girl he had met the previous week. She looked badly injured, and she was clearly unconscious until he picked her up and she began to stir. After a long moment--too long--her eyes opened.
"Mister... Williams?"
"Yes, that's me," Matthew assured her. Her voice was so weak...
"That man hurt me really bad... it hurts..."
She wasn't even screaming, but Matthew hadn't spent the past decade as a vampire without learning a few things about humans and their fragile lives. She was doomed--and he found that he could not accept that.
"Hold on, Lili. I can fix you, and then you can hurt him back if you want."
The girl clung to him. She didn't let go, even when he bit her to begin transforming her into a vampire. He wondered if she even noticed the addition of a little more pain.
Yes--if she was an orphan, then he could be her new father. Keep her around, teach her how to be a good vampire since her chance at being a good human had been stolen. When her eyes cleared and she showed him her new smile--just the same gap-toothed smile as before, but with fangs now--he saw that she was still full of a child's innocence and hope.
He prayed that she would stay that way for a long time. The world needed light in times like this.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 7, 2013 1:01:14 GMT -8
I MADE A POLAND VIDEO. IT ISN'T PERFECT BUT I LOVE THE SONG AND THE SHIP TOO MUCH TO NOT SHARE THIS.
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asdfghahbasasgadsfahsacva! I can't.. I can't express how I feel. You have overwhelmed me Koko! asdfghadshjnavkds! <3333
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Apr 8, 2014 23:07:31 GMT -8
I drew a sketch of myself with the two muses I have here and one from another site I used to be on. It's only about halfway decent, but I did start this thread based on the premise that I was going to post "anything half-decent" I drew, so... Feliks and Astrit should be immediately identifiable even if I totally butchered the latter's hair. I'm the one in the middle; the girl on my lap is a certain Daphne Elizabeth Wright.
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Post by Astrit Zupan on Oct 14, 2014 22:15:00 GMT -8
At the End of the World { Author's Note }This is the beginning to a very large and complex fanfic I've been working on, which I am now posting slowly in hopes of getting feedback to guide my progress! I hope you enjoy what I have so far, and please help me improve so that I can continue it further. { Prologue - The Last Time You'll Hear My Voice }My name is Astrit Zupan, and I want to tell you about how the world ended. I'm sure you've already heard something. Maybe you've even heard of me—either because I was one of the youngest left alive after the Event, or because of what I did after that. I know I'm a dead man. Yeah... I know what my voice sounds like, but I don't get to grow up any further. This is as old as I'll ever get. So... please, let me have this one. I'm as good as dead now—well, almost. I've got one more night to live, and I mean to use it. After I die, I'm sure that several people will want to tell stories about who I was and what I died for. That's just how it's done, and I can't stop any of them, but I'd like to at least have the truth out there. I don't know what you'll think of me after hearing this, and I don't even care much. The point is to tell the truth, no matter how it makes me look. So here's my side of the story. It starts, of course, with the Event...
{ Chapter 1 - What No One Can Ever Forget }The day of the Event started out so normal, at least for a little while. It was a few days before my birthday, somewhere around eight o'clock in the morning in Prishtina. Most kids were either in school already or on their way. I was blending in with them, as I liked to do back then. The ice on the sidewalk kept thawing and refreezing, so I was walking carefully in order to avoid slipping. They say a lot of people didn't get to see the Event with their own eyes, but I did. I was just looking up to check on some kids walking ahead of me when they vanished. Did I know, then, that I'd just seen the beginning of the world ending? H--- no. I thought I was seeing things. But the kids had been there, I was sure, and now there were just... clothes. Folded clothes, that matched the ones I had seen the kids wearing. The only reason I didn't just decide I'd lost it completely was that I wasn't the only one to react. Everything went quiet for a moment, and then a car crashed into the wall right in front of where I had stopped. Somebody screamed, and it might have been me. The next few minutes were chaos, but by the end of it, all the people on that street had sorted out that there had been young children present just moments before, and now I, estimated at twelve or so, was the youngest around. There was no sign of where the children had gone, nor any indication that they had been present except their clothes and bags that lay abandoned on the ground. We all had many questions, of course, but except for inconsequential things, there were no answers forthcoming. Someone with a cell phone had dialed the emergency number, and relayed to us the news that it wasn't just those children. It was all the children, as far away as they had heard anything. School was canceled, of course, since there were so few of us left to attend. I spent the rest of the morning roaming the city, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and why. If you lived through this yourself, you must know what I found already. But in case future generations somehow find this, here is what I learned that day: Every child in the world vanished without a trace. The whole time, searching the city, I didn't see anyone who looked younger than me, and I met several people who said that teenagers older than I was had also been among those to disappear. Hoping someone there would have some idea, I went to visit the local hospital. When I first entered, I found a woman hidden in a corner, weeping. She told me that she and her husband had wanted a child very badly for years, but they had never been able to conceive; the previous fall, they had finally managed it—or so she had thought, but now the doctors were telling her that she was not pregnant and never had been. She couldn't understand what went wrong. Although I was as scared and confused as anyone, I could tell her what I did know about what was happening everywhere, and offer a guess that she had seen the same thing. I think she was relieved to find out that someone actually believed her. I know I was glad I wasn't alone.
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Post by Era Kastrati on Nov 18, 2014 22:32:04 GMT -8
For no particular reason except professional envy directed at Misso and a certain friend on a jcink site I'm on, I'm going to be trying to create myself some posting templates. Wish me luck! Aeneis Publii Vergilii Maro Primum Librum | Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam fato profugis Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae. Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?
Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni, Karthago, Italiam contra Tiberinaque longe ostia, dives opum studiisque asperrima belli; quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma, hic currus fuit; hoc regnum dea gentibus esse, si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque. Progeniem sed enim Troiano a sanguine duci audierat, Tyrias olim quae verteret arces; hinc populum late regem belloque superbum venturum excidio Libyae: sic volvere Parcas. Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli, prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis—necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores exciderant animo: manet alta mente repostum iudicium Paridis spretaeque iniuria formae, et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores. His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto Troas, reliquias Danaum atque immitis Achilli, arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum. Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!
Vix e conspectu Siculae telluris in altum vela dabant laeti, et spumas salis aere ruebant, cum Iuno, aeternum servans sub pectore volnus, haec secum: "Mene incepto desistere victam, nec posse Italia Teucrorum avertere regem? Quippe vetor fatis. Pallasne exurere classem Argivom atque ipsos potuit submergere ponto, unius ob noxam et furias Aiacis Oilei? Ipsa, Iovis rapidum iaculata e nubibus ignem, disiecitque rates evertitque aequora ventis, illum expirantem transfixo pectore flammas turbine corripuit scopuloque infixit acuto. Ast ego, quae divom incedo regina, Iovisque et soror et coniunx, una cum gente tot annos bella gero! Et quisquam numen Iunonis adoret praeterea, aut supplex aris imponet honorem?" | Astrit Zupan | ### words |
[div align="center"][table style="width:400px;"][tbody][tr][td colspan="2" style="background-color:#244aa5;padding:2px;border:10px solid #244aa5;"][div align="center"][font color="White" size="4" face="script"][i]Aeneis Publii Vergilii Maro Primum Librum[/i][/font][/div][/td][/tr][tr][td colspan="2" style="border:10px solid #244aa5;padding:5px;background-color:#d0a650;"][font color="White"]Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam fato profugis Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae. Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?
Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni, Karthago, Italiam contra Tiberinaque longe ostia, dives opum studiisque asperrima belli; quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma, hic currus fuit; hoc regnum dea gentibus esse, si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque. Progeniem sed enim Troiano a sanguine duci audierat, Tyrias olim quae verteret arces; hinc populum late regem belloque superbum venturum excidio Libyae: sic volvere Parcas. Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli, prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis—necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores exciderant animo: manet alta mente repostum iudicium Paridis spretaeque iniuria formae, et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores. His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto Troas, reliquias Danaum atque immitis Achilli, arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum. Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!
Vix e conspectu Siculae telluris in altum vela dabant laeti, et spumas salis aere ruebant, cum Iuno, aeternum servans sub pectore volnus, haec secum:[/font] [font color="SaddleBrown"]"Mene incepto desistere victam, nec posse Italia Teucrorum avertere regem? Quippe vetor fatis. Pallasne exurere classem Argivom atque ipsos potuit submergere ponto, unius ob noxam et furias Aiacis Oilei? Ipsa, Iovis rapidum iaculata e nubibus ignem, disiecitque rates evertitque aequora ventis, illum expirantem transfixo pectore flammas turbine corripuit scopuloque infixit acuto. Ast ego, quae divom incedo regina, Iovisque et soror et coniunx, una cum gente tot annos bella gero! Et quisquam numen Iunonis adoret praeterea, aut supplex aris imponet honorem?"[/font][/td][/tr][tr][td align="center" style="border:10px solid #244aa5;background-color:#d0a650;"]@kosovo[/td][td align="center" style="border:10px solid #244aa5;background-color:#d0a650;"][font color="White"]### words[/font][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div] Aeneis Publii Vergilii Maro Primum Librum | Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam fato profugis Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae. Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?
Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni, Karthago, Italiam contra Tiberinaque longe ostia, dives opum studiisque asperrima belli; quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma, hic currus fuit; hoc regnum dea gentibus esse, si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque. Progeniem sed enim Troiano a sanguine duci audierat, Tyrias olim quae verteret arces; hinc populum late regem belloque superbum venturum excidio Libyae: sic volvere Parcas. Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli, prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis—necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores exciderant animo: manet alta mente repostum iudicium Paridis spretaeque iniuria formae, et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores. His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto Troas, reliquias Danaum atque immitis Achilli, arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum. Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!
Vix e conspectu Siculae telluris in altum vela dabant laeti, et spumas salis aere ruebant, cum Iuno, aeternum servans sub pectore volnus, haec secum: "Mene incepto desistere victam, nec posse Italia Teucrorum avertere regem? Quippe vetor fatis. Pallasne exurere classem Argivom atque ipsos potuit submergere ponto, unius ob noxam et furias Aiacis Oilei? Ipsa, Iovis rapidum iaculata e nubibus ignem, disiecitque rates evertitque aequora ventis, illum expirantem transfixo pectore flammas turbine corripuit scopuloque infixit acuto. Ast ego, quae divom incedo regina, Iovisque et soror et coniunx, una cum gente tot annos bella gero! Et quisquam numen Iunonis adoret praeterea, aut supplex aris imponet honorem?" | Era Kastrati | ### words |
[div align="center"][table style="width:400px;"][tbody][tr][td colspan="2" style="background-color:crimson;padding:2px;border:10px solid crimson;"][div align="center"][font face="script" color="black" size="4"][i]Aeneis Publii Vergilii Maro Primum Librum[/i][/font][/div][/td][/tr][tr][td colspan="2" style="border:10px solid crimson;padding:5px;background-color:black;"][font color="White"]Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam fato profugis Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae. Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?
Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni, Karthago, Italiam contra Tiberinaque longe ostia, dives opum studiisque asperrima belli; quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma, hic currus fuit; hoc regnum dea gentibus esse, si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque. Progeniem sed enim Troiano a sanguine duci audierat, Tyrias olim quae verteret arces; hinc populum late regem belloque superbum venturum excidio Libyae: sic volvere Parcas. Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli, prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis—necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores exciderant animo: manet alta mente repostum iudicium Paridis spretaeque iniuria formae, et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores. His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto Troas, reliquias Danaum atque immitis Achilli, arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum. Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!
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Post by Era Kastrati on Nov 19, 2014 14:20:27 GMT -8
A posting template that I used on another site, copied over here for the purpose of showing people. Can you hear it calling? Can you feel it in your soul? Can you trust this longing--and take control? | Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.
Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulerit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?
Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni, Karthago, Italiam contra Tiberinaque longe ostia, dives opum studiisque asperrima belli; quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma, hic currus fuit; hoc regnum dea gentibus esse, si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque. Progeniem sed enim Troiano a sanguine duci audierat, Tyrias olim quae verteret arces; hinc populum late regem belloque superbum venturum excidio Libyae: sic volvere Parcas. Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli, prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis—necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores exciderant animo: manet alta mente repostum iudicium Paridis spretaeque iniuria formae, et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores. His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto Troas, reliquias Danaum atque immitis Achilli, arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum. Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!
Vix e conspectu Siculae telluris in altum vela dabant laeti, et spumas salis aere ruebant, cum Iuno, aeternum servans sub pectore volnus, haec secum: 'Mene incepto desistere victam, nec posse Italia Teucrorum avertere regem? Quippe vetor fatis. Pallasne exurere classem Argivom atque ipsos potuit submergere ponto, unius ob noxam et furias Aiacis Oilei? Ipsa, Iovis rapidum iaculata e nubibus ignem, disiecitque rates evertitque aequora ventis, illum expirantem transfixo pectore flammas turbine corripuit scopuloque infixit acuto. Ast ego, quae divom incedo regina, Iovisque et soror et coniunx, una cum gente tot annos bella gero! Et quisquam numen Iunonis adoret praeterea, aut supplex aris imponet honorem?' | | | | OOC Notes: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. | Table by Koko |
[div align="center"][table style="width:500px;border:1px solid azure;"][tbody][tr][td bgcolor="darkred" colspan="3" style="border:1px solid azure;"][font color="azure" size="3"][div align="center"][i]Can you hear it calling? Can you feel it in your soul? Can you trust this longing--and take control?[/i][/div][/font][/td][/tr][tr][td rowspan="2" bgcolor="azure" style="border:1px solid azure;"][div style="border:1px azure;height:300px;width:333px;overflow:auto;"]Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.
Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulerit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae?
Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni, Karthago, Italiam contra Tiberinaque longe ostia, dives opum studiisque asperrima belli; quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma, hic currus fuit; hoc regnum dea gentibus esse, si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque. Progeniem sed enim Troiano a sanguine duci audierat, Tyrias olim quae verteret arces; hinc populum late regem belloque superbum venturum excidio Libyae: sic volvere Parcas. Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli, prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis—necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores exciderant animo: manet alta mente repostum iudicium Paridis spretaeque iniuria formae, et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores. His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto Troas, reliquias Danaum atque immitis Achilli, arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum. Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!
Vix e conspectu Siculae telluris in altum vela dabant laeti, et spumas salis aere ruebant, cum Iuno, aeternum servans sub pectore volnus, haec secum: 'Mene incepto desistere victam, nec posse Italia Teucrorum avertere regem? Quippe vetor fatis. Pallasne exurere classem Argivom atque ipsos potuit submergere ponto, unius ob noxam et furias Aiacis Oilei? Ipsa, Iovis rapidum iaculata e nubibus ignem, disiecitque rates evertitque aequora ventis, illum expirantem transfixo pectore flammas turbine corripuit scopuloque infixit acuto. Ast ego, quae divom incedo regina, Iovisque et soror et coniunx, una cum gente tot annos bella gero! Et quisquam numen Iunonis adoret praeterea, aut supplex aris imponet honorem?'[/div][/td][td bgcolor="azure" style="border:1px solid azure;"][/td][td bgcolor="azure" style="border:1px solid azure;"][div align="center"][img src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z110/mysterygold/AnnieMini-AvatarThing.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/div][/td][/tr][tr][td bgcolor="azure" style="border:1px solid azure;"][/td][td bgcolor="azure" style="border:1px azure;"][div align="center" style="height:150px;width:160px;overflow:auto;"][i]OOC Notes:[/i] It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td bgcolor="darkred" colspan="3" style="border:1px solid azure;"][div align="center"][font color="azure"]Table by Koko[/font][/div][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div]
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