|17 Feb 2009|| Kim Schoonover (Darth Maulīs scary sister)|
YOU the master?! Please, as if you have it in you to be master of anything but this pathetic little rock with its crumbling walls and Grotesque.... penguins... *shudders* that is all that remains of your once, well, slightly less dilapidated realm.
*sniffs haughtily* Puh-lease.*glares back* I’ll have you know it takes many years and a lot of wars to get a realm this dilapidated!! Maintaining this level of decay is an art form!!
Hmph. I go away for a few months and suddenly lose all respect. Hmph. *sulks in what’s left of a corner*
I am at very least semi-active around here... as you may have noticed, I uploaded a picture. *strikes a dramatic pose*
You may have moderated it, but honestly, can you really claim to anything more? All you are is a measely undead. An undead moderator, maybe, but that is all, with your... camping, of all things... honestly.Though I do like ’undead moderator’. ^^
Frankly, I am insulted.Well, it was the least disturbing and most narcissistic of the options, so what do you expect. ^^
Seriously, ’I am a spirit and you are my corpse’??? CREE-PAY.
*the rest of the hut collapses on top of her before she can continue* Megan Proverbs
replies: "*sends a shoggoth to drag Kim down the nearest abyss. In fact most of the floor now consists of gaping abysses*
*wanders around, grumbling, wedging some remaining bits of rubble back into upright positions, ’cause you can’t have respectable ruins without some dramatically sticking-up bits*"
|18 Feb 2009|| Kim Schoonover (Darth Maulīs scary sister)|
*crawls out of the abyss, rubble and various Penguins falling aside in the heroic emergence*
*still hanging half in, glares at Megan*
There, you happy?
*finishes clambering out before more of the floor can cave in, which it does shortly after*
An art form? *glances back at the abyss* Are you crazy? Although, I supose in this day and age in which urinals are an art form, anything goes...
But still, eveything’s just caving in; before I came back and disturbed it, it looked like a perfectly respectible fishing hut; there was actually something here, but... now it’s just a hole! I mean, there are some bits of drywall upright in places, and the ugly gateleg table you should have gotten rid of ages ago anyway has somehow remained, but other than that, you barely even have rubble. It’s certainly not a structure... and you really haven’t been ’maintaining’ it, anyhow.
Honestly, in our positions, the corpse/spirit one might be the most accurate, despite the creepiness... Now if only there were a zombie/wraith one, or something. Or two corpses. Or ’we are at war’...
Though at this point we really aren’t. But we could still try to maintain an image.
*more of the floor collapses and the ugly table carreens into the chasm*
Ooo, a bit of luck. Maybe this dilapidatedness is good for something, after all. *idly peers after it*
Oh, right. Maintaining an image. *takes a step forward, starts to pull out a --*
*falls in the hole again*
|18 Feb 2009|| Colton Hamshire|
Hey, I have been a member of elfwood for only a few days and have recently published my first two short stories on the site. They are titled Trail of Hope and Barroom Brawl, both are tagged on the wyvern’s library main page. If you can please check them out and tell me what you think I would really appreciate it. Thank you very much! Megan Proverbs
replies: "Oh well, I only hope my comments are useful..."
|23 Feb 2009|| Colton Hamshire|
I just posted 3 new stories if you’re interested! Megan Proverbs
replies: "Okay, I will try to get around to reading them."
|23 Feb 2009|| Colton Hamshire|
I’m gonna have to check out some of your writing when I get off work tommorrow. The concepts you have sound intersting Megan Proverbs
replies: "That would be great. "
|24 Mar 2009|| Kim Schoonover (Darth Maulīs scary sister)|
We misses you, our beloved...
[insert various creepiness/stalker stuff here]
In all seriousness, how’ve you been? Megan Proverbs
replies: "Oh, up and down. Lately, mostly down. Somehow I have to get a job rather quickly so that I can make some money rather quickly so that I can go to Amsterdam. So Elfwood is low on my list of priorities. "
|31 May 2009|| Zach Polar Bexar Rath|
someone is in austraila! hey what does "Dummy Spit" mean? just wondering.... Megan Proverbs
replies: "Yeah, an actual person in Australia! Amazing, isn’t it? I live here all by myself, you know. With the kangaroos. In a rusty tin shed, making up my own laws and writing them on gum leaves, and then trying to make music with the gum leaves, but that never really works.
Spitting the dummy means throwing a tanty. ^^
Would you like a bone? I’ve got lots. Can’t guarantee that all of them are mine, though.
Sorry for being weird. When all other forms of amusement are lost, insanity is the only option. o_O"
|4 Aug 2009|| Kim Schoonover|
Hey, Megan. >.<
Things have changed a mite around here, no? Eh... like the fact that because of the more automated moderation system, I now have four published accounts... changed. Eh. And the ads and formatting and templates and such, too.
Take care of yourself. >.< Megan Proverbs
replies: "*shrugs* Everything changes eventually. I’ve stopped being an active member of this site as it doesn’t inspire or excite me anymore. There just doesn’t seem to be anything here for me anymore. I’m disillusioned with the whole fantasy genre, just the same dull, stale, insipid themes being repeated over and over again; moderating has become tedious... and because of all this I’ve lost the inspiration to write, as well, because nothing makes me want to write anymore.
Well, take care of yourself as well.
|8 Nov 2009|| Jake 'Lightfoot' Hamilton|
Whoa, I still remember my password.
Anyway, I thought I’d write here rather than spam the comments for The Name On The Tower.
You seem different. Though it’s been <insert number of years here>, so that statement’s pretty useless. Good ol’ times.
Just stopped by to say hi and see how you were doing.
|22 Mar 2012|| Megan Proverbs|
Wow, I just realised that last comment by me, several years ago, was a bit grumpy-pants. Oops. Sorry about that...
Anyway, any new people visiting my page feel free to read my stories (they aren’t going anywhere) and don’t mind the peculiar comments.
It is a fantasy site after all. Weirdness is to be expected.
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