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Post by FinlandiaWhiteEyes on Dec 29, 2011 22:34:35 GMT -5
Hey, new people! Leave a post here, say hi to all of the nutters, tell us a bit about yourselves, speed up the process of getting to know each other, *other obvious point about this thread*. I'd also suggest using the same name for forum and the chat, to avoid confusion. Oh, and if old people want to introduce themselves to the new folks, that'd be fine too. I'll start, so it's not awkward for anyone else. I'm Finny/FK and I'm one of the mods on the forum. Any problems let me know, and I'll try and be as helpful as Noven. I joined the Moogle-movement around about the time of Oblivion. I'm an English student, from the UK, and I tend to ramble about things that make sense and matter to only myself. In public places. It's a bad habit. Now, you go. Go, before the silence gets too long and awkward. >.> EDIT FOR DA RULES (Such as they are): markism-association.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1Try to adhere. They're in a nice big book and everything. With golden pages!
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ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
Problem officer?
Posts: 407
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Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Dec 30, 2011 0:25:26 GMT -5
I'm ThatOneGuysBro, aka Tog. I love long walks on the beach, kissing in the rain, and poking dead things with a stick. I joined about half way through Moogle's Hobbit LP, so I'm not exactly old school. Found him through his MGS walkthrough, but I digress. I've been on the older forum for a while but I still consider myself a bit of a newbie. I suffer from chronic lethargy and subsequently come here far more than I should. I'm also an RP'er with an inferiority complex! Well, that's all I've got. Now you!
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Post by skippie902 on Dec 30, 2011 0:49:04 GMT -5
I made an account. I think I was a moderator on the old Moogle forums that Killer6666 ran, so I'm a psuedo-old guy?
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Post by ballerscuba on Dec 30, 2011 0:52:59 GMT -5
I'm ballerscuba. I'm the semi-official creepy old man on the forum. Since I'm in California and work pretty late, most of you will never see me unless you either stay up or get up at an ungodly hour. I've also been known to LP...from time to time. No, but seriously, did I just sign on? Then, it's past your bed time. Your mother worries, you know?
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Post by Noven on Dec 30, 2011 0:57:00 GMT -5
OH GOD, WHERE TO START. I am a no-life supreme. I love me my games, enjoy anime from time to time, and follow various LPers and random shizz on YouTube. Beyond that, I spend tons of time here on teh forum and in chat, and am quite glad to, as honestly most of my best friends are here. Nerdy indeed, most of you/these guys beat the shit out of my real life pals XD Um, I'm an admin of this site, feel free to PM or hit me up in the chat if you've got questions on anything, I'll do my best to respond/cater to your whim.
Uh, yeah, I guess. XD I'm Noven. TheKingmanUltra on YouTube (shut up, I hate the name too B( ) annnd my real name's Isaiah. THAT'S ALL I'M PUTTING OUT, THE ILLUMINATI ARE ALREADY OUT TO GE-FADFASDLFSA *dragged off*
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kierie
Opinionated Little Git
It takes two to tango!
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Post by kierie on Dec 30, 2011 1:22:16 GMT -5
*Wave wave* Hello!
As my profile states, I am a pervert. That is the core of my being. Not flirty, not playful - perverted. I also enjoy eating good food, spending time with friends, and doing various nerdy activities that I'm sure most of you also partake in. Video games, science, robotics, DnD... But I also like to sing and draw. While I am doing these things, I'm usually watching Moogle's videos. I really enjoy them. I love life and my family. And cheese. Mmmm cheese.
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Post by (´・ω・`) on Dec 30, 2011 2:11:06 GMT -5
and so I was finally able to get the duct tape back over her mouth, so she wasn't able to tell anybody. Hmm? OH, uh, hello everyone. I'm Graybeardhalt. Most call me Gray or Halt, so either of those are fine, I'm a pretty big troll, but with a sensitive side(ay luv u FIVE-evah). I just recently got a new computer, so if I'm ever quite in the chat for a long time, I usually messing around with some new shiny thing I found..... >.> Anyway, I also RP and a bit of a writer, so I may pop out the VERY sparse story from time to time ANDIEXPECTYOUALLTOLOVETHEMO_O . Other than that, I'll leave off with saying my name is-....no, NO, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! *portal opens up above. flies into space* Oh....my.....god.......I'M IN SPAAAACE!!!!! Space?! Space!!!!!! SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE
May the loving comfort of the sun god Ra embrace your souls
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDOIGAJER;LGJSAEROTIJHSFDKGJHLKERAHTALKEWHTKJALBGEAKJHRTAERWT
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Reave
Able To Click
We are meant to dream.
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Post by Reave on Dec 30, 2011 7:55:56 GMT -5
My name is Victor, but you may call me Reave. I'm quiet and simple, though I am a bit shy... I hope we get along, however if I do not speak the problem is most likely my own.
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Dec 30, 2011 8:07:59 GMT -5
I'm Fallout. That is all.
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Post by Luke on Dec 30, 2011 12:13:41 GMT -5
*Whips Lazor into shape* Hush your beautiful face! You are a fantastic RPer and I won't hear otherwise! Now finish your peas. Oh and just as Finny deserves Fallout? Dear god that night...*flashbacks of horror*
Greetings, I am Luke, or Lukuz, or Lukuz13, or Luk, o- you know what, call me whatever the fuck you want, I LP, RP, play games, anime, and other nerdy media, and am one of the biggest supporters of Zombies and Dungeons and Dragons around this craphole of a forum...I mean lovely hole of a...you know what, never mind. Either way, I am generally a source of great knowledge on many subjects around this place, as I have an ear to the ground and a eye on everyone :3...except Baller...somehow that fucker manages to know more then me by a mile. Regardless, I think I am quite kind and nice to many that I know, and I try to remain that way, so if you need some help settling in, I'm that neighbor that helps you move without asking for anything and is always offering cookies at your door...mm...cookies...
Oh, and I also run my own RP, On Death's Doorstep, but I am still on the fence about bringing it here... as I am a lazy tard. Still all the same, welcome newbies!
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Post by Mathinza on Dec 30, 2011 13:45:39 GMT -5
My name is Mathinza, (yes that is my real name) I haven't exactly been here long, but i can tell you guys here are an awesome bunch of people. I think this is a forum i can honestly say i'll enjoy.
Most things about me are mediocre and unneeded, so i'll skip that.
This is gonna be fun.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Dec 30, 2011 14:47:02 GMT -5
My name is Spore. I'm the weakest link of the chain, but still strong enough to hold my own in an argument... for 10 phrases. I'm very antisocial and hate change. If you were to put my personality to the test, I'd be a Golden Retriever, very loyal to my friends and family, but if you poke me with that stick one more time, there'll be one less man around this forum. The color that best describes me is Green, the most balanced color, between blue and yellow, and opposite of red. It describes me because I know when to back down and be trampled on, and when to speak up and do the trampling. I am a mushroom, HEAR MY VOICE AS I SHOW YOU MY DIAGRAM!!
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Phrost
Sexy Member
Puddi puddi.
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Post by Phrost on Dec 31, 2011 20:28:26 GMT -5
Oh dear God, what is this?
*ahem*
My name is PHR05TT. I honestly don't care what you call me, I prefer "Phrost", just not "Frost", as we already have a "Frost".
I am a notoriously bad chat RP DM, but I've started a legit RP. Seems like it's gonna work, right? That RP is set in the Western Border States and is titled "Exodus in America"
I am fond of my role as the forum weirdo and the creator of the Markism Game Days.
I like to believe that I'm loved...but I'm not so sure.
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Post by Mog on Jan 1, 2012 13:57:43 GMT -5
Hello, I’m Moogle: your administrator, lord of the dance, god of space-time and mortal enemy. I had a very simple, regular childhood. My mother was a milkmaid for a young lord in the mountains of the far north, and through a young rich man’s indulgences I came into the world a la any porn film. As the bastard son of a nobleman I found myself unwanted no matter where I roamed, my higher treated me as an upstart and those in class rungs beneath me thought I looked down on them. In the end I was left with only one terrible option, and a choice I regret making to this very day. Leaving my then dying mother behind in her luxury cottage (thanks partially to her years of excellent servitude but mainly because of her silence) I set off with no belongings, no name and nothing to tie me down to my old identity.
Not 4 months later I was scraping my way through life in some foggy city filled with dirt and crime, I still don’t know the name of the place, even now, years later. After being fired from every one of my jobs through a string of bad luck involving a deadly strain of Holyshitivitis I had been forced into begging for many a week, and now it seemed the generosity of my betters was running dry. Through a chance pick pocketing of a currently in town circus owner and the ensuing comical and musical chase scene with the town’s police, where I somehow managed to keep one jump ahead of the nightstick, I was allowed the chance to redeem myself through a means other than having my right hand cut off. That night, I arrived at the circus.
Looking back, I’d say my time spent with the circus was a happy one, if only by comparison. It was there I honed by already brilliant acrobatic abilities, there where I was given the title ‘lord of the dance’ by the roaring crowds, and the title ‘Moogle’ by my peers due to the odd red hued birthmark on my back. Little did I know then the significance of that mark, and the darkness that even then was building in the great deserts of the west like a bubbling vat of evil porridge that would eventually choke anyone who tried to eat it a bit, only adding to the subtlety of its evil capabilities as porridge. The spotlight and the bright colours of the circus were drained from my life the day a certain pair of men arrived to see my show at the circus, several months into my career and after I, my abilities and the odd marking on my back had become common knowledge for miles around.
Three hours after what turned out to be that circus’ last show ever I found myself running from the still-flaming wreck of the circus tent, covered in the sticky blood of myself, my friends and one of the men who had come for me and, after simply enquiring if I was the one with the moogle-like tattoo had seen fit to attack me there and then with a killing intent and no further explanation of why. I had managed to kill one of the two men by dropping a piano on him from high above. Looking back, I’m sure it was highly amusing to the audience at the time who had no inkling that this may not have been part of the show. Then, after a lengthy fist fight, then a short sword fight, then a fight using clowns and the two giant cannons, then back to sword fighting I attempted to set the tent on fire before leaving, trapping my adversary inside. Whoever he was, I recall thinking to myself as I ran from that tent that whoever that man was, he was a capable warrior. Despite the vast clouds of darkness swirling around my situation even then I had not given up all hope. My many years of begging and petty crime had made me knowledgeable on where the information lay in this city. I set off, slipping mainly through shady alleyways and dank passages, in the direction of Mr Trustworthy.
Quite Trustworthy may seem to have a name suggesting trustworthiness, but you would be most wrong, as the man was the lord of all criminal activity in that dirty, dark city. However, I remember thinking begrudgingly, if anyone knew where those men had came from and why, it would be Trustworthy with his many long, outstretched fingers. After a lengthy conversation, a card game that turned out to be rigged, a bout of tea drinking that turned out to be poisoned and a trip to his off shore oil collection facility that wasn’t yet rigged I felt I had finally gained enough of the trust of Trustworthy and had proved myself worthy to him. However, during the time I’d spent with Quite Trustworthy I had not proven to be totally trustworthy as, without the permission of Quite Trustworthy I had become quite friendly with Quite Trustworthy’s daughter Totally Trustworthy who, after bedding had told me I was quite a solid 6, information I considered totally trustworthy from Quite Trustworthy’s daughter Totally Trustworthy and also quite pleasing. Unfortunately, after only garnering the small, nebulous piece of information from Quite Trustworthy that I might find the answers I seek in Africa, after only being given the meaningless coordinates of an ongoing excavation dig there, after receiving the pointless travel clothing, jabs and survival equipment I was caught mid-way through enjoying the delights of spring with the daughter of Quite Trustworthy, who had the pair of us thrown from his city. With nowhere else to go, we set off with heavy hearts, following the scraps of information we had gotten from Quite and well aware he would likely now be telling all those chasing us of our destination, to the darkest reaches of Africa and straight into the oncoming whirlwind of total chaos that would soon assimilate my being.
After some difficult bartering with the owner of a discreet flying plane using the otherwise pointless money we had been given by Quite, Totally and I set off for the excavation site, feeling always as if my enemies were hot on my heels but still not knowing why or how they were able to track me, aside from my constant recording of all my adventures so far on random pieces of paper I find, the walls in art galleries visited and on the insides of bathroom stalls, and the trail of chaos and fire we were leaving behind us in our relentless advance into the source of all evil. Upon arrival we found nothing but rubble, which is actually quite usual. Along with it there was naught but stalled workers and the occasional British learned type with a curly moustache and too many colours in his clothing. Totally and I quickly learned that while the ruin they had found was almost completely intact as about as scary inside as you’d expect, however none of the archaeologists could enter the ruin due to a terrible cure put upon the place that stopped entry on pain of death. The head of the operation explained to us with the voice you’d use when talking to a baby that this curse was placed in an age long ago when technology was much more advanced but everything was made of stone and magic because builders didn’t exist and being able to see through time, the wizards of that age knew it would be wrong for them to invent them early so they simply had to make do. After telling the team there about my quest and my birthmark I was greeted with a set of shocked stares and a staggered attempt to convey that the same such symbols adorned the entrance to the ruin. Stood in front of it, minutes later, with the bubbling heartburn of oncoming doom rippling away in my stomach like a terrible hang-over of hell, I set off inside to meet my death and destiny.
My torch light cast terrible shadows up the walls of the ruin, making me think I had seen ghosts at every turn. Alone now, having told Totally to wait outside, I wasn’t terribly surprised to find the curse was not having the same effect on me as it did on the bodies that littered the floor around me as I walked. However, I was feeling awfully queer, my body racked with mild tickly pain, my hair rustling with no hint of a breeze and most importantly my occasional blackouts. Honestly, to this day I don’t know when I was conscious and when I wasn’t in that cave. I may’ve only taken 30 steps inside in the waking world, I may’ve only turned one corner. But for me, it was a long, gruelling, terrible experience. I saw things in that ruin and in my mind no amount of words could describe, the enormous monsters I saw in there may’ve been tiny insects, perhaps I had merely shrunk in size myself, making them seem all the more gargantuan and horrible in their gelatinous, tentacled hideousness. I went mad in that ruin, gazing at those symbols matching the one on my back, then I went sane, then mad again, then I skipped past going sand and went double-mad, which is worse than regular mad because you have a nasty taste in your mouth while you do it.
Finally, I emerged from the ruin to hear that I had been gone for 40 days and 12 nights, not sure where my sanity lay behind me. In my hand I held a great orb, about the size and shape of a watermelon that was slightly bigger than a regular watermelon but somehow light as a feather. In fact at one point the wind blew it away and as a group we had to chase it. It was a great red thing that I couldn’t help but feel some strange unexplainable attachment to. During the journey back to that old, misty city I was becoming increasingly short with the excavation team, snapping at them for the smallest of things. It seemed only the touch of Totally could keep me from losing my mind to the strange power of the red orb.
Quite Trustorthy’s home... empty. Not quite empty. Totally empty. No servants, no thieves, no hitmen, to Quite, no furniture, no walls, no roof. The building had been completely blown from the ground. All that remained were shards of a red glass-like substance I recognised instantly, they were of the same material that I held covetously in my hands. It looked as if another red orb had shattered here, that it had blown up and taken everyone with it was the most popular theory at the time. Oh, how wrong we were, I, Totally and the African Excavation Team. At the time I could feel my mind roiling as if my being was caught in a great, awful storm on a sea made of chocolate and the blood of others, which just left horrible dangerous chocolate. Totally Trustworthy was in tatters over the apparent loss of her Father. She revealed to me as I consoled her by lightly patting her chin that she was merely an adopted child, a street urchin he had taken a shine to, meeting Quite had been the first good thing that had ever happened to her. The African Excavation Team remarked it was lucky she had been thrown out, else she too would have been caught in the blast. My mind was a rolling torrent of thoughts and theories, and I knew even then that whatever storm was occurring around it, I was at the centre with whoever had detonated this orb. Totally and the Excavation Team may have played a role in my favour, but I already knew in my heart of hearts what had happened here, though then I didn’t know why I knew. And more importantly, I knew in the darkest parts of my mind what would have to happen next. The front of my mind was more occupied with the call I was feeling from my gut, as if someone miles from here was calling my name, needing my presence elsewhere. I wanted to go home.
I wasn’t surprised. I should have been, but I wasn’t. My mother’s cottage was a smouldering wreck. Whilst Totally and the Excavation Team wondered what could be going on I turned and stared grimly at my destiny. The young lord’s stately home, back where I had began. Literally. I knew in my heart it was time I met the man who had brought about my existence. As a group we entered the main hall of the mansion. The building was almost entirely devoid of people, furniture was strewn everywhere as if a battle had taken place. In the centre of the houses main hall stood a familiar figure. The young lord, my father. Totally gasped. It was Quite Interesting.
Over the ensuing conversation I learnt the terrible truth of the matter. Quite had sent me to the ruin to get the gem after he had failed to have me killed whilst I was in the circus. His original plan was to have me go get the red orb when I was old enough, completely unaware of my interesting fate, so he could then kill me and take the orb for himself. All the while through his speech, as he went on to talk about how I had thrown everything into disarray by running away from home, the red fluffy ball attached the the back of his head by a wire bobbed up and down. From the looks of my companions I became aware I was the only one who could see it. And then came the most shocking piece of information of all. I had been able to enter the ruin, I had been able to handle the red orb and I had known where to go next without actually knowing bugger all because I was not human. In Quite’s tongue I was Mog Khiin: Moogleborn. I don’t think he expected me to look surprised. I didn’t. It was like an old door in my mind opening, and all of a sudden I had always known what I was, all of a sudden time wasn’t the same shape, all of a sudden I knew exactly what Quite was planning to do with the orb in my hand and I knew exactly what I had no choice but to do to stop him. Crushing the orb in my hand, a feat I had been totally unable to do a few seconds ago, there was a huge blast of red light, engulfing the entire room. I remember Quite’s cry of anguish to this day, as well as the short sigh of Totally and the African Excavation Team. When the light cleared my beloved and my new dig-fanatical friends were gone, the walls covered in ash and smoke, the pit of energy in my stomach bubbling and seething. Lifting my head to look at Quite, I felt the bobbing of something attached to my head. I curled my hands into fists as Quite did the same, vast warps of magic filling the room.
Several hours later I left the remains of that mansion the victor, the floor strewn with rubble, sawdust, swordfish, giant toes, blue flames, dead bodies of people who had never existed, chicken feathers, still living bats and the ashy remains of Quite’s mortal body. For the first time in many a day I felt myself smile, as if some great evil pudding had been successfully digested, leaving nothing but sweet plums and extra space for the dessert of happiness. I would never forget the faces of those who had been lost on my journey and, as I beat invisible wings and began to rise up out of Earth’s atmosphere, I vowed to fight on in their name for all eternity.
So here I am, the silent hidden watcher on many a message board, forum, holograph messenger, carrier pigeon post office and much more. Here I sit waiting for signs of my brethren and the great evils some of them choose to spawn from the darkness I have faced. Here I stay, watching for edible evils.
Have a good time on the forums!
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Post by hachpo on Jan 4, 2012 14:11:04 GMT -5
Hello everyone, I am Hachpo, the joke of the chat, and the cause of the bye hachpo phrase that plagues moogle's livestream chat more than arrow to the knee joke plague youtube. I'm kinda shy and I love talking to people as weired as me :3
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