Dungeonparty: The Old Cemetery

So the first attempt at D39: The Old Cemetery was a disapointment. We only missed one player but the RNG was totally against us. For the second attempt we had 2 scum missing (BAD SCUM!!!) but our bad luck ran out for a change and we smashed it to pieces... And again, poor Quilp only got to watch us having fun.

 One down 5 more to go! And Scum, potion up and check in! We need all of you. Becasue even one extra hit more at the lower levels might just mean we hit a more lucky RNG later on. If you haven't potioned up yet, do so now! There is still an easy 10% guild bonus to be won, so it will be totally worth it! With Bain still having 75% of his health and Quilp not even in action yet we definately can kick more dungeons this week, especially if we all check in. So let's make this happen.

Next stop: D40: Primordial Beasts!

And while we are all here anyway give your congratulations to Ninastar, because she hit level 300. Making her the 3rd lowlife to do so. Let's see if she can outgrow you all, by doing the personal dungeons she has saved up! Gratz Nina!

You all remember the lass goldilocks?

She's gone from bears to gnomes, the sly little fox.

You see, she met one last night

for some fun that's "just right,"

and it wasn't his porridge that knocked off her socks!

- sbbenchs, "now that's finger lickin' good!"

Unclear posting

Slowly, reluctantly, the sun rises over the horizon, bright beams cutting through smog and low lying clouds to dispel another gloomy night. As a signal to the throngs collected on the shore, the light triggers the mornings unmoorings. Dilapidated scows and heavily worn family heirloom ships struggle into the bay of the city, a milling mass setting forth to drag sustenance from unhealthily garbage strewn waters. No glory lays in the struggle to merely feed the families, the masses, no riches sought nor ambitions beyond life itself. In the cries of desperation and growls of famished bellies, little matters but what can be dragged forth to stave off another day's hungers.


As they dip into the slime of the bay, the worn and oft-repaired nets collect debris even more than they do small fish hiding from the jaws of the predators of the deeper waters. Eager hands draw forth what little bounty can be had, hastily scouring the detritus from the sustenance they seek, discarding the unsought back into the churning waters from which it arose. Discarded boxes and broken furnishings are lifted and tossed in a seemingly unending cycle until as occasionally occurs, a loud outcry is heard.

Minaes Finfoot, a billowing beast of a man burdened by an unfortunate birth defect not unheard of on these waste strewn shores, looks down at the uncommon contents of his net. In the much knotted netting lays entangled a laktofish, a bottomfeeding, spiny fish that is sought not for its meat but rather for its bones which can be enscribed well with scrimshaw. Seizing up the fish, Minaes smacks its head against the seat of his small boat to grant it a fast death that is his usual offering to the Sea god. As the long flat head of the fish cracks soundly, from its jaws is flung a small green gelatinous mass to fall wetly amongst Minaes' other few catches for the morning.

Laying down his prize, the begrimed fisherman moves to clean the mess from the limp side of a small blue bramson which he was looking to eat for his lunch, using a sodden sleeve to wipe the mass from the flesh. His arm touching the blob, Minaes howls as razor sharp teeth sink into his flesh before releasing him. With nary a thought, Minaes lashes out with his one good foot, smiting the blob a blow and sending it over the side of his small vessel to splash back into the water.
As he begins to work at his net once more, a small green form bobs to the surface several feet from him.

ScumFlash: Impressive Scrapbook Improvement

Seeing our Green Menace is a little swamped (haha, the Green Menace is swamped) in work atm. We'll do a very tiny mockup instead.

I should have known he would post something as soon as I tried to cover his boney ass... Fine, I'll make it a scumflash instead!



Impressive Scrapbook Improvement:

• Keldonhing  8.82 %
• Zimmi  5.88 %
• CrusaderBin  4.30 %
• Parrish  2.89 %
• farkentje  2.82 %
• Neithe  1.59 %
• Ciciz  1.47 %
• Revliss  1.30 %

Very impressive progress over the last week scum. Hope to welcome you all to the 95% club soon (apart from Revliss, cause she already is a member).

Apologies folks, I am a little behind the times today.  Hope your Sunday was great and you weren't too disappointed if you noticed the column missing.

I've got some more links to check, but in the meantime, let me introduce you to a stripper named Heaven.  Because I love all you guys .. here you go.  While it looks much like Heaven is about to bare it all .. it's actually the last moment that Heaven is really herself,  a not-so-wise stripper with a heart of gold and a bad boyfriend.  Who may also be a pimp ... not quite sure on that score.

At any rate, Heaven has a melt down on stage, suffers some amnesia and has a li'l monologue on the way home .. she's discovered her identity by rifling through the pockets of her coat.

Oh, you had to know that with a leading lady named Heaven, there also had to be a mix up of religion .. the fight between good and evil.

Heaven does have her moment of epiphany .. and recalls that she is Avengelyne reincarnated.  And someone has stolen her old body and is doing bad, bad things with it.

I'm not normally into stories that involve good v evil in such an overtly religious fashion.  However, I think I'm willing to set that aside to watch how this story develops.  If it gets preachy, I'm outta there.  Until that point though, the plot is still in development and the artwork is more than a bit of fine.

Avengelyne updates every weekday.

Click the link below to read on.