| cabbagepatch - by Unknown |
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| 1: | You hold your hands in front of your body, move them in a circle and gyrate your hips. |
| 2: | <player> dances the "cabbagepatch" in front of you. What a dork. |
| 3: | You start cabbagepatching and sing, "Go <target>. Go <target>." |
| 4: | <player> starts cabbagepatching and sings, "Go <target>. Go <target>." |
| 5: | <player> starts cabbagepatching at you and sings, "Go <target>. Go <target>." |
| 6: | You do the cabbagepatch for your recent accomplishment. "Go me. Go me." |
| 7: | Proud of <him/her>self for <his/her> recent accomplishment, <player> dances and sings "Go me. Go me." |
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| 1: | You quickly move aside as a roving herd of Calabi start to stampede. |
| 2: | <player> easily avoids being trampled by a stampeding herd of Calabi. |
| 3: | You chuckle as <target> is trampled by stampeding Calabi. |
| 4: | <player> chuckles as <target> is trampled by stampeding Calabi. |
| 5: | <player> chuckles as you are trampled by stampeding Calabi. |
| 6: | You try to avoid the stampeding Calabi, but are trampled anyway. |
| 7: | <player> runs from the stampeding Calabi, but is trampled anyway. |
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| 1: | You feel the urge to mislead everyone about Canada again! Muahahaha! |
| 2: | Wow! <player> sure must want to get to <his/her> igloo! Look at that dog sled go! |
| 3: | Looking for a sucker, you spy <target>! Time to tell <him/her> about Canada, eh! |
| 4: | <target> is amazed by <player>'s stories about Canada. What a hoser, eh? |
| 5: | What a cruel Canadian tradition! <player>'s throwing Timbits at meese again! |
| 6: | Ohhhh yeahhhh!! Canada has the best hockey players! Let the taunting begin! |
| 7: | <player> is telling everyone how to spell Canada again! C-eh-N-eh-D-eh! |
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| 1: | Whoops! That's not the 'a' key. |
| 2: | <player> accidentally hit the caps button and ruined everyone's day. "WHAT? WHAT'S THE MATTER?" |
| 3: | Irritated by <target>'s constant shouting, you give <him/her> a keyboard with spring-loaded needles in the caps button. |
| 4: | <target> attempts to shout some n00bish phrase but instead yells "AH MY FINGERZ BLEEDIN!!!1" <player> laughs. |
| 5: | Hye d00d u r l33t h4x0r! c4pz r00l! OW U'RE FINGERZ BLEEDIN!!! hye, whyz <player> laffin? |
| 6: | OH HOW YOU HATE THE CAPS BUTTON! IT IS THE BANE OF YOUR - whoops, sorry. |
| 7: | <player> beams with pride at <his/her> latest invention: a keyboard with spring-loaded needles in the caps button. |
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| 1: | You scream for all the mud to hear, "I'm not FAT, I'm Big Boned!" |
| 2: | <player> reminds you of that FAT kid from South Park. |
| 3: | You say to <target> , "Hey, aren't you that fat kid from South Park?" |
| 4: | <player> is guessing that <target> is NOT Big Boned at all! |
| 5: | <player> asks you, "Hey, aren't you that FAT kid from South Park?" |
| 6: | <player> keeps repeating over and over, "I'm not FAT, I'm Big Boned!" |
| 7: | <player> whines pathetically, "No, really, I'm Big Boned!" |
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| 1: | You wave your bloody spoon wildly, looking for another victim. |
| 2: | <player>'s spoon is pointing in your direction. RUN AWAY!! |
| 3: | You feel an unearthly pleasure while carving <target>'s heart out. |
| 4: | Blood sprays everywhere as <player> carves <target>'s heart out. |
| 5: | Bloody and grinning, <player> holds your still beating heart in <his/her> hand. |
| 6: | Driving the spoon into your chest, you begin carving with a fanatical glee. |
| 7: | You watch in utter terror as <player> carves <his/her> heart out. |
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| 1: | You build a computer out of spare parts to MUD on! Yay! |
| 2: | <player> builds a computer and starts looking for some network cable, Time to MUD! |
| 3: | You build a computer for <target>, and charge <him/her> a 500 dollar setup fee. |
| 4: | You see <target> hand 500 dollars to <player>. Wonder what's going on? |
| 5: | You feel better and worse as <player> builds you a computer for 500 dollars. |
| 6: | You build a computer for yourself, Hope it was worth it! |
| 7: | <player> builds a computer for <him/her>self, Hmmm, where are these parts coming from? |
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| 1: | You walk around, thinking you are a celebrity. |
| 2: | <player> walks around with an inflated celebrity ego. |
| 3: | You point at <target> and scream, "CELEBRITY!!!!!!" and run after <him/her>! |
| 4: | <player> points at <target> and screams, "CELEBRITY!!!!!!" and runs after <him/her>! |
| 5: | <player> points at you and screams, "CELEBRITY!!!!!!" and runs right for you! |
| 6: | Yes, yes. I am cool and I need to find a mirror. |
| 7: | <player> makes goofy looks in <his/her> invisible mirror and inflates <his/her> ego. |
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| 1: | You're a curious little monkey named George with an obession for large yellow hats. |
| 2: | This is <player>. <he/she> is a good little monkey and always very curious. |
| 3: | You distract <target> with your large yellow hat and then pop <him/her> into a bag. |
| 4: | <player> quickly picks <target> up and pops <him/her> into a bag. |
| 5: | Distracting you with a large yellow hat, <player> picks you up and pops you into a bag. |
| 6: | *SNNNNIIIIIFFFFF* Mmmmm. Ether. Look ma, I'm flying! |
| 7: | <player> must have gotten into the ether again. <he/she> is acting a little loopy. |
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| 1: | A small dog runs over at the sound of a splat. |
| 2: | <player> has dropped the chalupa! |
| 3: | You shout at <target>, "Drop the chalupa!" |
| 4: | <player> shouts at <target>, "Drop the chalupa!" |
| 5: | <player> shouts at you, "Drop the chalupa!" A small dog in the corner looks at you and nods. |
| 6: | You anguish over your decision to drop the chalupa. |
| 7: | <player> anguishes over <his/her> decision to drop the chalupa. |
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| 1: | No personal attacks, please. |
| 2: | <player> stands up and says 'No personal attacks, please. Read help harassment.' |
| 3: | You let <target> know the rules of conduct. |
| 4: | <target> was caught! Run! Channel police monitor <player> is after you next! |
| 5: | <player> tells you 'this si chanel police, no personal attax' |
| 6: | You grab your uniform and Channel Police badge. You're ready. |
| 7: | <player> flashes <his/her> Channel Police badge and says "ACPD! Freeze!" |
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| 1: | You release CHAOS upon the warriors of Aardwolf turning them into Newts!! |
| 2: | <player> releases CHAOS into the realm, you pray you're not a smelly warrior! |
| 3: | You realize <target> is a dirty warrior and use CHAOS to turn <him/her> into a Newt! |
| 4: | <player> realizes <target> is a retarded warrior and uses CHAOS to turn <him/her> into a Newt! |
| 5: | <player> calls upon CHAOS and turns you into a something worse than a disgusting warrior....a thief! |
| 6: | The Three Moons lets loose CHAOS upon you because you are a warrior, so you r SUX! |
| 7: | The Three Moons lets loose CHAOS upon <player> because <he/she> is a warrior, so <he/she> r SUX! |
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| 1: | You dream of joining the ranks of {CHAoS}, you silly magic-user you! |
| 2: | <player> dreams of joining {CHAoS}, that whacky magic-user! |
| 3: | You use your {CHAoTIC} magic and steal <target>'s password! Mwahaha! |
| 4: | <player> uses <his/her> {CHAoTIC} magic to steal <target>'s password! Uh oh! |
| 5: | Thanks to <player>'s {CHAoTIC} magic, Lasher is yelling at you...hmm.. |
| 6: | Your magic fails, and you end up joining DoH...delete now please! |
| 7: | <player>'s {CHAoTIC} magic fails and they join DoH..just kill'em!! |
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| 1: | You ask if anyone be needin the services o a ship chaplain? |
| 2: | You wish you could locate the ship's chaplain. Wait! <player> is here! |
| 3: | You comfort <target> and convince them that they are the best pirate they can be! |
| 4: | <player> walks over to <target> and suddenly boosts their morale! Wonder what they said..? |
| 5: | <player> convinces you that just because you scrub the decks, you aren't inferior. |
| 6: | You boost your own morale by muttering consoling pirate lingo. |
| 7: | <player> starts muttering "A Mate in Need is a Mate indeed." and other nonsense. Is <he/she> alright? |
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| 1: | Time for supper! Lovely supper! |
| 2: | <player> wanders off to the kitchen. What's that burning smell? |
| 3: | You ask <target> to make you some supper. Is that wise? |
| 4: | At <player>'s request, <target> produces <his/her> supper, which appears to be a plate of hot charcoal. |
| 5: | At <player>'s request, you merrily head off to the kitchen to make supper. Let's see - eggs, potatoes, gasoline... |
| 6: | This cooking thing is easy! Just apply an open flame to food. Right? |
| 7: | <player> chows down on a heaping plate of charcoal. |
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| 1: | Thoroughly pleased with yourself, you get a warm, fuzzy feeling as you bust yet another cheating twit. |
| 2: | <player> cackles with glee as <he/she> nails yet another cheating twit. |
| 3: | You condemn <target> for being a cheating twit. |
| 4: | Pointing <his/her> finger in <target>'s face, <player> accuses <him/her> of being a cheating twit. |
| 5: | Pointing <his/her> finger in your face, <player> accuses you of being a cheating twit. |
| 6: | You sorry little wanker. Delete now and go play another mud. |
| 7: | <player>, hot on a cheater's scent, chases <his/her> own tail. |
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| 1: | You explain to Quentin Travers that you will not put up with his deceptions. |
| 2: | <player> says, "I think Quentin is starting to understand me." |
| 3: | You throw a sword at <target> in a not so subtle manner, and continue your speech. |
| 4: | <player> throws a sword at <target>'s head and says, "I'm fairly certain I said no interruptions." |
| 5: | <player> throws a sword at your head and says, "I'm fairly certain I said no interruptions." |
| 6: | We are talking about two very powerful witches and a thousand year old ex-demon. |
| 7: | We are talking about two very powerful witches and a thousand year old ex-<player>. |
| chep - by Xyzzy and the Hooker |
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| 1: | If you want to get into ball befor halowinenie, you'll need a few more chep PKs. |
| 2: | It's a bad time to fite 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 mobs right now. <player> is looking to score a chep PK. |
| 3: | <target> WIL BEE 1 MORE CHEP PK FOR ME, ONE STEP CLOSER TO BALL-KIND! |
| 4: | It must be close to halowinenie, <player> attacked <target> when <he/she> was fighting 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 mobs! HOW CHEP! |
| 5: | OMG, <player> IS USING CHEP PK TACKTICS, ATTACKING YOU WHILE UR FITING 3 OR 4 OR 5 OR 6 MOBS! |
| 6: | HAPPY HALOWINENIE! HAVE YOURSELF A BAAL! |
| 7: | <player> must have run out of chep PK targets, <he/she>'s fiting <him/her>self! |
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| 1: | Surely, your soulmate is out there somewhere. |
| 2: | <player> wanders about, in pursuit of an undying love. |
| 3: | You attempt to express your devotion to <target>. |
| 4: | <target> rests contentedly in <player>'s loving arms. |
| 5: | <player>'s delicate touch weakens you, as <his/her> hands glide across your back. |
| 6: | You heave a lonely sigh and grasp your shoulders. |
| 7: | <player> folds <his/her> arms around <him/her>self and sighs deeply. |
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| 1: | You hold your clan braid of chipmunk scalps up high and roar! |
| 2: | You shudder as you realize that <player> has yet another chipmunk scalp! |
| 3: | You teach that chipmunk, <target>, by taking <his/her> scalp! |
| 4: | <target> is now bald now, and <player> has another chipmunk scalp! |
| 5: | <player> has scalped you now that <he/she> realizes you are a chipmunk! |
| 6: | Yes, you are a chipmunk, but do you want to reveal it? |
| 7: | <player> is a chipmunk! Shamefully admitting that, <he/she> scalps <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | You idly shuffle your chips. |
| 2: | <player> idly shuffles <his/her> chips. |
| 3: | You gaze longingly at <target>'s stack, pondering your bet. |
| 4: | <player> shuffles <his/her> chips while gazing longingly at <target>'s stack. |
| 5: | You hear the familiar sound of shuffling chips and see <player> staring at your stack. |
| 6: | You shuffle yor chips, pondering your next bet. |
| 7: | <player> ponders <his/her> next bet while shuffling <his/her> chips. |
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| 1: | "Wark! Wark!" |
| 2: | <player> runs around the room very fast, stopping occasionally to exclaim "Wark!" |
| 3: | You hop onto your trusty friend, Boco, and challenge <target> to a race! |
| 4: | From your seat in the stands, you get a great view of <player> and <target> racing their Chocobos. |
| 5: | Riding the fabled Golden Chocobo, <player> challenges you to a race at the Golden Saucer. |
| 6: | You dress up as a Fat Chocobo and promise to hold eq for anyone who brings you a carrot. |
| 7: | As dwarves surround <player> and worship <him/her>, you overhear a few mutter something about "The Sacred Bird". |
| chocolatespill - by Unknown |
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| 1: | Grrrr! Why is it not mixing?!? |
| 2: | You wonder why <player> is frantically stirring <his/her> cup of milk. |
| 3: | Oops, you accidentally spill a whole cup of steaming hot chocolate all over <target>. |
| 4: | You wonder why there's suddenly a lot of screams coming from <target>'s way. <player> seems suspicious... |
| 5: | You scream and wave your arms franctically, as <player> tries to clean <his/her> mess of hot chocolate off you. |
| 6: | OWW!! HOT HOT HOT!!! |
| 7: | <player> spills hot chocolate all over <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | *CHOMP* |
| 2: | <player> appears to be gnashing thin air. |
| 3: | With a loud, crunching sound, you rudely chomp down on <target>'s head. |
| 4: | Yow! <player> just latched onto <target>'s head with <his/her> teeth! Call Lassie! |
| 5: | "Get <him/her> off! Get <him/her> off! <player>'s biting my head!!!" |
| 6: | *whistle* Here, chimpy chimp chimp, where arrrrrrre yooooo? |
| 7: | Lant's chimp is biting off <player>'s head again. Oh, dear. |
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| 1: | You serve up some delicious chowder for anyone who wants to try it! |
| 2: | <player> serves up some delicious chowder for anyone who wants to try it! |
| 3: | You give <target> a huge helping of thick, creamy chowder. |
| 4: | <player> gives <target> a helping of delicious chowder - you want to try it too! |
| 5: | <player> gives you a huge helping of thick, creamy chowder. |
| 6: | You sample some of your special homemade chowder. |
| 7: | <player> gulps down some of <his/her> special homemade chowder! |
| chrestomanci - by Unknown |
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| 1: | You chant "Chrestomanci! Chrestomanci! Chrestomanci!" |
| 2: | You see <player> invoking an ancient chant to summon a certain Nine-lifed Enchanter. |
| 3: | You disclose the secret of summoning Chrestomanci to <target>. |
| 4: | <player> and <target> are quietly discussing some secret... interesting... |
| 5: | <player> just told you the most amazing secret you had ever heard! |
| 6: | You are smug in your knowledge of THE secret. |
| 7: | <player> knows THE secret! Lets force it outta <him/her>! |
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| 1: | The PURPLED eye angel, Chrysolite, flew away ignoring u! |
| 2: | The PURPLED eye angel, Chrysolite, flew away ignoring <player>! |
| 3: | You transform into the PURPLED eye angel, Chrysolite, and bless <target> on <his/her> journey. |
| 4: | <player> transformed into the PURPLED eye angel, Chrysolite, and blesses <target> on <his/her> journey. |
| 5: | <player> transform into the PURPLED eye angel, Chrysolite, and blesses you on your journey. |
| 6: | How selfish of you! Go bless the needy instead!! |
| 7: | How selfish of <player>?!?! Trying to help <him/her>self only! |
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| 1: | You chug down an ice cold beer and move onto the next! |
| 2: | <player> chugs down an ice cold beer and starts to chug yours! |
| 3: | To the chanting of, "CHUG CHUG CHUG!", you swipe <target>'s beer and chug it down! |
| 4: | <player> swipes <target>'s beer and chugs it down. What a pro! |
| 5: | <player> distracts you, steals your beer, and chugs it down! |
| 6: | You grab an empty beer can and crush it against your skull! What a prime example of Aussie Male-hood you are! |
| 7: | <player> just crushed a beer can against <his/her> skull! <player> is an Aussie God! |
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| 1: | Citron toasts you with a bottle of tequila. |
| 2: | <player> forgot to type an argument, and <he/she> hates you for it! |
| 3: | You remembered everything, and <target> hates you for it! |
| 4: | <player> followed the instructions perfectly, and ensnares <target>. |
| 5: | Aiiiyeeeeeeeeeee! A Drunken Stupor abounds as <player> takes it out on you. |
| 6: | You must be REALLY drunk! |
| 7: | Run Away Run Away! <player> is going to come after you next! |
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| 1: | It's time to join our favorite game...Clannocide!! |
| 2: | <player> is so strong, <he/she>'s gonna win this Genocide.... with the help of 3 clannies! |
| 3: | You team up with <target>, this Clannocide is going to own! |
| 4: | <player> and <target> group up for Genocide and kill everyone, oh no It's a Clannocide!!! |
| 5: | <player> wants to group up in Genocide and kill everyone. "Hey let's Clannocide!" |
| 6: | You have noone to group with, looks like you'll have Clannocide from the wrong end :( |
| 7: | <player> sighs as <he/she> sees you group for the Genocide, seems <he/she> knows about Clannocide. |
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| 1: | You tighten your hands into a fist. |
| 2: | <player> tightens <his/her> hands into a fist, digging <his/her> nails into <his/her> palm. |
| 3: | You claw <his/her> eyes out... GROSS! |
| 4: | <player> buries <his/her> nails in <target>'s eyes ... OH GOD, THE BLOOD! |
| 5: | <player> buries <his/her> nails in your eyes and you are blinded by your own blood! |
| 6: | You claw yourself to shreds! |
| 7: | <player> rips <him/her>self to shreds with <his/her> fingernails! |
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| 1: | You proudly announce that clerics rule! |
| 2: | <player> announces loudly that clerics rule! Is <he/she> even a cleric?! |
| 3: | You tell <target> <he/she> should have been a cleric. |
| 4: | <player> tells <target> that <he/she> should have been a cleric instead. The nerve! |
| 5: | <player> rambles on to you about how you should have been a cleric. Ah, just ignore <him/her>. |
| 6: | Yeah yeah yeah, so remort and stop complaining! |
| 7: | <player> mutters on and on to <him/her>self about how <he/she> should have been a cleric. Why doesn't <he/she> just remort already?! |
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| 1: | You reach out and cling to.... Nothing. |
| 2: | <player> reaches out and clings onto thin air. Hmm.. |
| 3: | You cling onto <target>. Nooo.. they can't leave! *pout* |
| 4: | <player> clings onto <target>'s legs for dear life, not letting <him/her> go anywhere. |
| 5: | <player> clings onto your legs, begging you to stay! |
| 6: | And how do you plan on doing that? |
| 7: | <player> clings to <him/her>self trying to keep <him/her>self from leaving. How strange.. |
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| 1: | You sip your glass of milk and prepare for a stint of the ultra violent. |
| 2: | <player> sets his milk down, readying for a "stint of the ultra violent." |
| 3: | You approach <target> and asks if they are up for some in-out, in-out. |
| 4: | <player> approaches <target> with a Surprise Visit in mind! |
| 5: | <player> sets down his milk and prepares a surprise visit, runaway! |
| 6: | You sit back on the couch and sip your spiked milk contently. |
| 7: | <player> is headed for the milk bar after a "stint of the ultra violent." |
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| 1: | You just bought a calculator at the corner store. |
| 2: | <player> just bought a calculator at the corner store, <he/she> looks happy. |
| 3: | <target> now knows how to use a calculator to solve problems. |
| 4: | <player> tells <target> how they can solve their problems with math. |
| 5: | <player> tells you, "We can solve our problems with some Trigonometry." |
| 6: | You know how to solve your problems, thanks to Texas Instruments. |
| 7: | <player> thinks TheSquareofthesumofthehypotenuseoftheradiantimesthedenominator - Iloveyou. |
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| 1: | You preach about ethics and the value of human life. |
| 2: | Oh look, <player> is about to press the button again. |
| 3: | You launch cruise missiles at <target> to eradicate <his/her> foul ethics. |
| 4: | <player> is trying to blow up <target> in the name of peace again. |
| 5: | <player>'s missiles impact all around you, erupting in hellfire. Must be an election year. |
| 6: | You go totally postal, shooting off cruise missiles left and right. |
| 7: | The world erupts into hellfire as <player>'s missiles explode around you! |
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| 1: | <player> says, 'COCKFAG.' |
| 2: | <player> says, 'COCKFAG.' You start giggling uncontrollably. |
| 3: | You call <target> a cockfag. Does <he/she> know how lucky <he/she> is? |
| 4: | <player> says, 'COCKFAG' to <target>. The lucky git. |
| 5: | <player> tells you, 'Beauty. Love. Deception. Honor. Lust. Desire. Cockfag.' |
| 6: | Beauty. Love. Deception. Honor. Lust. Desire. Cockfag. |
| 7: | Beauty. Love. Deception. Honor. Lust. Desire. <player>. Cockfag. |
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| 1: | You begin to grow some cranberries while preparing a 5 day excursion. |
| 2: | <player> is planting seeds and walking to the arctic to get some ice, <he/she>'ll be 5 days at least. |
| 3: | You tell <target> you will brb, then leave for 5 days on a journey to Mount Doom to destroy the one ring. |
| 4: | <player> is telling <target> something about ice, cranberries, the one ring, and AA batteries. |
| 5: | <player> is begging you for your AA batteries so they can reach the "CLIMAX" of their story. |
| 6: | OMG, you sure are confused. |
| 7: | <player> stares blankly at the answer and ponders the question. Someone help them. |
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| 1: | Hefting a coconut in one hand, you peer around for a target. |
| 2: | <player> hefts a coconut in <his/her> hand, looking for a target. |
| 3: | Like a monkey, you heave a coconut at <target>. Ouch! |
| 4: | <target> moans in agony(pleasure?) as <player> beans <him/her> with a coconut. |
| 5: | <player> just hit you with a coconut..don't just stand there! |
| 6: | In a moment of insanity, you bonk yourself in the head with a coconut. |
| 7: | <player> just hit <him/her>self with a coconut..looks like fun! |
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| 1: | The thirst is unbearable! You NEED a Coke! |
| 2: | <player> has that look in <his/her> eyes... Hide your Coke! |
| 3: | Oh, that does it! <target> drank the last of your Coke! |
| 4: | <player> stares at <target>, giggles, and says something about Coke! |
| 5: | <player> is staring at you. Maybe you shouldn't have drunk <his/her> Coke! |
| 6: | You scurry off to do what the Coke demons told you to! |
| 7: | <player> suddenly shoots Coke out of <his/her> nose and runs away! |
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| 1: | You look around for a lovely neck to collar. |
| 2: | People start looking a bit panicked and nervous as <player> starts eyeing the room. Maybe it's that collar and leash <he/she>'s holding? |
| 3: | You smile evilly as you close the collar about <target>'s neck, securing it with a tiny, heart-shaped lock. |
| 4: | <target> quivers as <player> pulls a collar gently around <his/her> neck and locks it on securely. |
| 5: | You shiver, eyes wide, as <player> pulls a collar snugly around your throat and uses a cute heart-shaped lock to secure it. |
| 6: | Kinky, aren't you? |
| 7: | <player> secures <him/her>self in a tight collar with a little heart-shaped lock. |
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| 1: | Your mind on love, you pull the quill down and begin to write a poem. |
| 2: | <player> pulls the quill from <his/her> ear and writes a beautiful verse. |
| 3: | You quickly take your quill in hand and write a poem for <target>. |
| 4: | With quill in hand, <player> writes an exquisite poem for <target>. |
| 5: | <player> writes an heartfelt poem that portrays <his/her> feelings for you. |
| 6: | You sit down and wonder what you could write about yourself. |
| 7: | <player> looks thoughtful as <he/she> wonders what to write about <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | You walk around in the room acting really confused. |
| 2: | <player> walks around in the room, looking very confused. |
| 3: | You think that <target> is very confused, perhaps even crazy? |
| 4: | <player> points at <target> and whispers '<he/she> seems somewhat confused don't ya think?' |
| 5: | <player> thinks that you are really confused and should go see the nearest psychiatrist. |
| 6: | I would be confused about myself too if I were you. |
| 7: | <player> is very confused about <his/her> life, 'Why are we here?, What do we do?, Am I an addict?' |
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| 1: | You wink conspiratorily, waiting for the countersign. |
| 2: | <player> winks conspiratorily, waiting for the countersign. |
| 3: | You induct <him/her> into your private conspiracy with a wink. |
| 4: | <player> winks conspiratorily at <target>. You wonder what this can mean. |
| 5: | <player> inducts you into <his/her> private conspiracy with a wink. |
| 6: | Even you conspire against yourself. |
| 7: | <player> is paranoid enough to distrust even <him/her>self. |
|
| 1: | You grab some CopPorn and sit back to watch the show. |
| 2: | <player> grabs some CopPorn and sits back to watch the show. |
| 3: | You offer <target> some HOT, FRESH....CopPorn! |
| 4: | <player> offers <target> some really tasty CopPorn. |
| 5: | <player> offers you some head-dizzying CopPorn, boy are you lucky! |
| 6: | You feel giddy with all this CopPorn!! |
| 7: | Buried in CopPorn, <player> seems to go into an orgasm! |
|
| 1: | You swoop low in your flight at the possibility of some fresh news. |
| 2: | <player> squawks and tips <his/her> head, preening <his/her> feathers as <he/she> listens for any fresh news. |
| 3: | You poke your beak over <target>'s shoulder nosily. |
| 4: | <player> flutters around <target>, hopping in a Raven-like way, snatching coins and other shiny objects. |
| 5: | You brush <player> away as <he/she> tries to invade upon your privacy. What a nosy little Raven. |
| 6: | You fluff up your feathers with pride, searching easily for patterns and puzzles around you. |
| 7: | <player> fluffs <his/her> feathers, then takes to flight with a four-foot wingspan. |
|
| 1: | You whip out your cordless hair dryer and start blow drying your hair. |
| 2: | <player> reaches for the nearest cordless hair dryer and starts drying <his/her> hair. |
| 3: | Your only friend gasps in astonishment as you whip out a cordless hair dryer and aim it menacingly! |
| 4: | <player> tickles <target> with the end of a cordless hair dryer. Hmm. Strangeness abounds in all forms in Aardwolf! |
| 5: | You scream as <player> assaults you with a dreaded cordless hair dryer! Noo! You want your hair wet! Wet! Wet!! |
| 6: | You look at yourself and wonder why you have a cordless hair dryer in your Bag of Aardwolf. |
| 7: | <he/she> runs around the room, being chased by <player>'s dreaded cordless hair dryer! |
|
| 1: | You bring out the Corn Broom. |
| 2: | <player> brings out the Corn Broom. |
| 3: | You grab the Corn Broom, glaring towards <target>. |
| 4: | <player> brings out the Corn Broom, glaring with a grinning smile at <target>. |
| 5: | <player> grabs the Corn Broom, coming your way with a nasty looking grin, FLEE!! |
| 6: | You wouldn't really like that would you? |
| 7: | <player> actually considers to abuse <him/her>self with a Corn Broom in front of you |
|
| 1: | You grumble as you once again abandon everything to go on another CR. |
| 2: | <player> grumbles to <him/her>self, as <he/she> abandons everything to go on another CR. |
| 3: | You grumble as you once again abandon everything to go on CR for <target>. |
| 4: | <player> grumbles as <he/she> abandons everything to go on CR for <target>. |
| 5: | <player> grumbles as <he/she> once again abandons everything to go on CR for you. |
| 6: | You grumble to yourself as you once again need someone to help you on CR. |
| 7: | <player> grumbles as <he/she> has to admit that <he/she> needs help with another CR. |
|
| 1: | Are they feeling lucky? |
| 2: | It is a blurred line that lies at the edge of Godhood and Insanity. Guess which side of it <player> is on. |
| 3: | <target> may be of more use than that fool Durandal ever thought. |
| 4: | <target> will only last until the <player>'s arrow hits - time folds in on itself, infinite divisions, the ultimate paradox. Everyone's an immortal. |
| 5: | <player> has begun to confuse you. Is there a fourth stage, after all? |
| 6: | You have calculated all possibilities. There is no escape. |
| 7: | The sun burns <player>, but <he/she> swims on the surface. |
|
| 1: | What's this?! Great gastrointestinals! You seem to have turned into a cow! |
| 2: | <player> suddenly turns into a cow. |
| 3: | You approach <target> and lovingly slather <him/her> with your biohazardous bovine filth. |
| 4: | Awww! <player> is licking <target> all over, smearing <him/her> with filthy cud! |
| 5: | Egads! <player> is licking you with <his/her> massive cow tongue, covering you in putrid cud! |
| 6: | But of course! The briefcase was a mere decoy! Even now, Dr. Shznekov has won! |
| 7: | <player> calmly exhales smoke from <his/her> cigar and mumbles, "Not for chin, Sergei- If." |
|
| 1: | You've got a fever! And the only prescription is.. MORE COWBELL! |
| 2: | Guess what? <player>'s got a fever! And the only prescription is.. MORE COWBELL! |
| 3: | You tell <target> to REALLY explore the studio space this time. |
| 4: | <player> Dickinson tells <target> Frenkle 'Really explore the studio space this time. I mean, really.. explore the space!' |
| 5: | <player> Dickinson tells you 'Really explore the studio space this time. I mean, really.. explore the space!' |
| 6: | Everyone is standing around staring at you! The cock of the walk, baby! |
| 7: | You're standing here, staring at <player> Dickinson! The cock of the walk, baby! |
|
| 1: | You pretend you are Santa Cows, so you can give fresh milk to all good cows! |
| 2: | <player> pretends <he/she> is Santa Cows, so <he/she> can give milk to good cows! |
| 3: | You give <target> a cow pie (since <he/she> was a very, very bad cow)! |
| 4: | <player> gives <target> a cow pie, that seems strange. |
| 5: | <player> gives you a cow pie (since you have been a very bad cow)! |
| 6: | You shout to all the cows, 'Merry Cowmas to all! And to all some fresh milk! |
| 7: | <player> shouts to cows, 'Merry Cowmas to all! And to all some fresh milk!' |
| cpoint - by Domen, Dashiell |
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| 1: | You point at every crotch. |
| 2: | <player> points excitedly at someone's crotch! |
| 3: | You point at <target>'s crotch. |
| 4: | <player> points excitedly at <target>'s crotch! |
| 5: | <player> points at your crotch. How rude! |
| 6: | You point at yourself, obviously very confused. |
| 7: | <player> points at <his/her> crotch, obviously very confused. |
|
| 1: | All right! Your new Exercise video has arrived! |
| 2: | <player> bounces past you, happily clinging to a mail-order package. |
| 3: | After a few weeks of training, you try to get <target> to be your exercise partner. |
| 4: | <target> just stares as <player> starts to work out in front of <him/her>. |
| 5: | Your jaw drops as <player> undresses and starts doing cock pushups right in front of you. |
| 6: | Time for another cock pushup exercise! |
| 7: | What the...? You stare in awe as <player> seems to be doing pushups without <his/her> hands.. |
|
| 1: | Lions, Tigers, Bears, plus a "Good Source of Calcium". What more could you want in a snack? |
| 2: | <player> shares <his/her> vast knowledge of animal crackers with anyone that will listen. |
| 3: | After removing the head of the beast, you offer <target> the remains of an animal cracker. |
| 4: | <player> offers <target> what seems to be the remains of a cracker in the form of an animal. Strange..the head seems to be missing. |
| 5: | <player> offers you an animal cracker. ...you notice the head is missing. |
| 6: | After dumping out the whole box you discover...What? No Weasel Crackers?! |
| 7: | <player> hangs <his/her> head in disbelief, repeating "No Weasel Crackers?!" over and over. |
|
| 1: | You sing, "Bing bing bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
| 2: | <player> sings, "Bing bing bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
| 3: | You sing the Crazy Frog song to <target> - "Bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
| 4: | <player> sings the Crazy Frog song to <target> - "Bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
| 5: | <player> sings to you - "Bing bing bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
| 6: | You sing, "Bing bing bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
| 7: | <player> is singing the Crazy Frog song..."Bing bing bing bing bam Crazy Frog!" |
|
| 1: | You squint and hold two fingers up, saying 'I'm crushing your heads!' |
| 2: | <player> squints and holds two fingers up, saying 'I'm crushing your heads!' |
| 3: | You hold two fingers up at <him/her> and say, 'I'm crushing your head!' |
| 4: | <player> holds two fingers up at <target> and says, 'I'm crushing your head!' |
| 5: | <player> holds two fingers up at you and says, 'I'm crushing your head!' |
| 6: | You crush yourself. YEEEEOOOUUUUCH! |
| 7: | <player> crushes <him/her>self into the ground. OUCH! |
|
| 1: | You look about the room for someone to share the crypt with. |
| 2: | <player> looks about the room with lust in <his/her> eyes. Run! |
| 3: | You look at <target> and say, 'Hey babe, how about you and me head on down to the crypt and stir up some dust?' |
| 4: | <player> is hitting on <target> to join <him/her> in the crypt. Wow, <he/she> sure has a way with words. |
| 5: | <player> looks at you and says, 'Hey babe, how about you and me head on down to the crypt and stir up some dust?' |
| 6: | Failing to find any vict--erm, new friends, you head back to the crypt alone. Cheer up, there's always next time! |
| 7: | Failing to find any vict--erm, new friends, <player> heads back to the crypt alone. You shudder when you hear <him/her> say to <him/her>self, 'There's always next time.' |
|
| 1: | You snap on your latex gloves, ready to search some cavities. |
| 2: | <player> snaps on a pair of latex gloves and heads for you....RUN!!! |
| 3: | You briskly begin searching <target>'s body cavities...with no KY. |
| 4: | <player> is busily searching <target>'s cavities...and <he/she>'s up almost to the elbow! Pray you're not next... |
| 5: | <player> is searching your body cavities! What's <he/she> using, a baseball bat? |
| 6: | You begin exploring your own body cavities with your nightstick.... |
| 7: | <player> is doing things with <his/her> nightstick that no normal person should have to witness... |
|
| 1: | You sigh contentedly, a smile blossoming on your face. |
| 2: | <player> sighs contentedly, a smile blossoming on <his/her> face. |
| 3: | You sigh contentedly, beaming a smile at <target>. |
| 4: | <player> sighs contentedly, beaming a smile at <target>. |
| 5: | You have made <player> very happy - <he/she> sighs contentedly, smiling at you. |
| 6: | You sigh contentedly, at peace with the world. |
| 7: | <player> sighs contentedly, obviously at peace with the world. |
|
| 1: | You wish your (clanskill) was quaffing and fleeing too! |
| 2: | <player> wishes <his/her> (clanskill) was quaffing and fleeing too! |
| 3: | You [**> PKGOD <**]! Use your (clanskill) on <target>! |
| 4: | <player> just (clanskilled) <target>, watch <him/her> quaff and flee! |
| 5: | <player> just (clanskilled) you, hope they don't trip when <he/she> flees! |
| 6: | You've just fallen flat on your face! Guess your(clanskill) just failed. |
| 7: | <player> just fell flat on <his/her> face! Guess <his/her> clanskill) just failed. |
|
| 1: | You glance at every crotch in view, trying to decide which one to oggle. |
| 2: | <player> glances at every crotch in view, especially yours. |
| 3: | You stare longingly at <target>'s crotch. Stop drooling. |
| 4: | <player> stares longingly at <target>'s crotch. Maybe you should too. |
| 5: | <player> stares longingly at your crotch. I hope you're wearing pants. |
| 6: | You bend over and begin staring at your crotch. Too bad you can't quite reach. |
| 7: | <player> bends over and begins staring at <his/her> crotch. Seems fishy. |
|
| 1: | You hold up a tray and go "Coffee, tea or me?" |
| 2: | <player> holds up a tray and goes "Coffee, tea or me?" |
| 3: | You hold up a tray and go to <target> and ask, "Coffee, tea or me?" |
| 4: | <player> holds up a tray and goes to <target> and asks <him/her> "Coffee, tea or me?" |
| 5: | <player> holds up a tray and comes to you and asks you "Coffee, tea or me?" |
| 6: | You hold up a tray and try to do yourself. |
| 7: | <player> holds up a tray and tries to do <him/her>self. |
|
| 1: | You play with a set of handcuffs listening to them click loudly. |
| 2: | <player> pulls out a set of handcuffs and plays with them. |
| 3: | You smile wickedly as you tighten a handcuff down on <target>'s wrist. |
| 4: | <player> smiles evilly as <he/she> tightens the handcuff down on <target>'s wrist. |
| 5: | Click, Click, Click, <player> tightens a handcuff on your wrist. |
| 6: | You slip a handcuff on your own wrist and tighten it. |
| 7: | You peer curiously as <player> slaps a hand cuff on <his/her> wrist and tightens it. |
|
| 1: | You have an unshakeable feeling that something's stuck to one of your ass-hairs. |
| 2: | Why is <player> shaking <his/her> ass around like that... and what's that stuck to <his/her> ass-hair??? |
| 3: | You tell <target>, 'The best part of you is still a cumbubble on one of your mom's ass-hairs.' |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>, 'The best part of you is still a cumbubble on one of your mom's ass-hairs.' |
| 5: | <player> tells you, 'The best part of you is still a cumbubble on one of your mom's ass-hairs.' |
| 6: | Maybe you could invest in a self-improvement course or two??? |
| 7: | <player> seems to think that <his/her> best traits are still a cumbubble one of <his/her> mom's ass-hairs... You can't help but agree. |
|
| 1: | You curl up quietly, alone. |
| 2: | <player> curls up and lays <his/her> head on <his/her> paws. |
| 3: | You curl up next to <target> and wrap your tail around yourself. |
| 4: | <player> curls up next to <target>, wrapping <his/her> tail around <him/her>self. |
| 5: | <player> curls up next to you, wrapping <his/her> tail around <him/her>self. |
| 6: | You curl up tightly, burying your head into your fur. |
| 7: | <player> curls up tightly and sobs quietly into <his/her> fur. |
|
| 1: | You look at everyone with huge, puppydog eyes. |
| 2: | <player> is so durn cute, you just have to vomit. |
| 3: | You snuggle up to <target> and gaze at <him/her> innocently. |
| 4: | <player> inflicts <his/her> nauseating cuteness upon <target>. |
| 5: | <player> gazes at you with liquid eyes. How COOT!! |
| 6: | Overwhelmed by your own cuteness, you wretch violently. |
| 7: | Even <player> can't stand <his/her> own cuteness. |
|
| 1: | You look around the room, hoping to spot the cutest of the bunch. |
| 2: | <player> surveys the crowd before spotting a drop-dead cute person! |
| 3: | You think, "Wow what a cutie <target> is!" |
| 4: | <player> points at <target> and exclaims, "What a CUTIE!" |
| 5: | <player> winks at you and exclaims, "Wow, what a cutie!" |
| 6: | You feel confident you are a cutie! |
| 7: | <player> proudly tells you how cute <he/she> is. |
|
| 1: | You are cruising for some extra special kinky Chicken wuvvin! |
| 2: | <player> is cruising for some extra special kinky Chicken wuvvin! |
| 3: | You eye <target>'s extra plush feathers. Maybe <he/she> wants some kinky Chicken wuvvin! |
| 4: | <player> is looking at <target>'s feathers lustily. Perhaps you should leave? |
| 5: | <player> gulps down <his/her> beer and starts admiring your extra soft feathers. Flee... |
| 6: | You grab a beer, your coat, and some feed and go out cruisin for Chicks. |
| 7: | <player> is moaning about Chickens and beer again. Perhaps <he/she> is Swedish? |
|
| 1: | You need to find a juicy novel to read. |
| 2: | Psssst. <player> wants to know if you have any good reading material. |
| 3: | You start reading to <target>, carefully licking your fingers as you turn each page, moving deeper and deeper into the book. |
| 4: | You see <player> reading something to <target>, but why are they moaning like that? |
| 5: | <player> pulls out <his/her> favorite book and reads to you. WOAH the plot just thickened! |
| 6: | You dig out your favorite romance novel and settle down for a good "read". |
| 7: | You hear the rustle of pages and some other strange noises as <player> "reads" <his/her> favorite book. |
|
| 1: | Jou boast about jour gquest winnings. |
| 2: | Uh oh, <player> just started boasting about <his/her> gquest wins. |
| 3: | Jou confuse <target> by jelling "Ahoj!" at <him/her>. |
| 4: | <player> just jelled "Ahoj!" and it looks as though <target> is having troubles understanding... |
| 5: | As jou enter the mud, <player> looks in jour direction and jells "Ahoj!" |
| 6: | Congratz! Jou just won jour 4,078,341st gquest! |
| 7: | Woo! Go <player>!! <he/she> just won <his/her> 4,078,341 gquest! Hoo-raj! |
| What the Line Numbers Mean |
| 1: |
What you see when you give no argument: ie, You slap nothing! |
| 2: |
What other people see when you give no argument: ie, <player> slaps nothing! |
| 3: |
What you see when you DO give an argument: ie, You slap Lasher! |
| 4: |
What others see when you DO give an argument: ie, Whitedragon slaps Lasher! |
| 5: |
What your target sees: ie, Whitedragon slaps you! |
| 6: |
What you see when you use 'self': ie, You slap yourself silly! |
| 7: |
What others see when you use 'self': ie, Whitedragon slaps himself silly! |