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| 1: | You bury your face in your hand and sigh. |
| 2: | <player> buries <his/her> face in <his/her> hand and sighs, shaking <his/her> head. |
| 3: | Unable to face <target> and <his/her> action, you bury your face in your hand. |
| 4: | <player> hides <his/her> face in <his/her> palm after seeing what <target> did. |
| 5: | What did you do? <player> can't even look at you... |
| 6: | Realizing what you did, you hide your face from everybody. |
| 7: | <player> turns beet red, and hides <his/her> face in <his/her> palm. |
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| 1: | <player> moves from person to person, giving them all large doses of sweet Fae wuvvin'. |
| 2: | Sliding into your lap, <player> gives you a strong dose of Faewuv, then moves on to the next hottie. |
| 3: | You grab <target> and begin giving <him/her> wuvvin' <he/she>'ll never forget! |
| 4: | <player> grabs <target> and gives <him/her> wuvvin' like only a Fae could. |
| 5: | <player> grabs you, wuvvin' on you with an intense passion. |
| 6: | No! Stop! You can't handle that kind of self-gratification! |
| 7: | You find <player> in the corner, attempting to perform the sensual act of Faewuv on <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | You prepare to stab someone with your fake dagger. |
| 2: | <player> is doing something with <his/her> dagger, be careful! |
| 3: | You backstab <target> with your fake dagger! |
| 4: | <player> backstabs <target> with <his/her> EVIL fake dagger! |
| 5: | <player>'s backstab <-:-><-:-*-:-><-*-> SUPERNOVAS <-*-><-:-*-:-><-:-> you! |
| 6: | You attempt to suicide with a fake dagger. |
| 7: | <player> attempts to suicide with a fake dagger, wonder what happens when <he/she> discovers it's fake. |
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| 1: | You look around paranoidly, hoping the treehuggers aren't close by.. |
| 2: | <player> is looking around for treehuggers paranoidly, what is <he/she>, Famiel? |
| 3: | You rant and rave in a Famiel-like manner to <target>! |
| 4: | <player> is going ON and ON to <target> about Dragon and holy avengers and paladins! Famiel wannabe. |
| 5: | You cringe in horror as <player> starts ranting ON and ON to you about dragons and paladin swords in a Famiel-like manner! |
| 6: | You suddenly become a FamielClone(TM)! Knowledge of Dragon and Holy Avengers begins to flood your mind... |
| 7: | Oh no! <player> has turned <him/her>self into a FamielClone(TM)! ONE Famiel is bad enough! Now there's an evil twin?! |
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| 1: | A rabbit jumps by and you chase it down to make lunch. |
| 2: | <player> stumbles after a rabbit in vain yelling, "LUNCH! LUNCH!" |
| 3: | You complain to <target> about the quality of McIvar's burgers. |
| 4: | <player> yells at <target>, saying "Mayor McMota is NOT made of fidomeat!" |
| 5: | <player> complains to you endlessly about fast food sucking so much. |
| 6: | Your stomach twists as you crave fast food! |
| 7: | <player> hunches over whispering about needing fries and a drink in Whammo size. |
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| 1: | You snarl loudly and stare warily at anyone getting too close. |
| 2: | <player> crouches down low and snarls with a feral intensity in <his/her> eyes. Better not get too close. |
| 3: | You growl loudly and lunge at <target>, intent upon taking <his/her> throat. |
| 4: | <player> leaps upon <target> in a snarling, feral frenzy. |
| 5: | You squeal in terror as <player> leaps upon you and pins you down, snarling into your face. |
| 6: | You glare around self-consciously, wary of even your own shadow. |
| 7: | <player> moves swiftly away from any movement, <his/her> eyes glowing brightly. |
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| 1: | Oh, my God! It's Fgrows! Run away! *whimper* |
| 2: | <player> yells 'Fgrows!' then cowers in a corner. |
| 3: | You SMITE <target> with the mentality of Fgrows! |
| 4: | <player> snickers as <target> mutters something about raiding their allies and Fgrows. |
| 5: | <player> concentrates, and you feel the urge to change clan policy! |
| 6: | You laugh maniacally at your former allies! |
| 7: | <player> is in the Fgrows mentality, better watch your back! |
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| 1: | What's that blue thing ... doing here??? |
| 2: | "What's that blue thing ...doing here?", screams <player>. |
| 3: | Isn't <target> the guy who hit you in the eye? |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>, "Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?" |
| 5: | <player> tells you, "Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?" |
| 6: | You've found a new friend... underneath your pillow!! :) |
| 7: | <player> has found a new friend... underneath <his/her> pillow. |
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| 1: | You mutter to yourself about those damned area quests. |
| 2: | <player> mutters to <him/her>self about area quests and builders who won't give clues. |
| 3: | You tell <target>, "Figure It Out For Yourself!" What a N00b! |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>, "Figure It Out For Yourself!" Guess <target> is fishing for area quest solutions again. |
| 5: | <player> tells you, "Figure It Out For Yourself!" Guess that's the only hint you're going to get. |
| 6: | You mutter "Figure It Out For Yourself" over and over again. |
| 7: | <player> mutters "Figure It Out For Yourself" over and over again. |
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| 1: | You live in fear of the fish. |
| 2: | <player> lives in fear of the fish. |
| 3: | You tell <target>, "I am deathly afraid of the fish!" |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>, "I am deathly afraid of the fish!" |
| 5: | <player> tells you, "I am deathly afraid of the fish!" |
| 6: | Not the fish! Not the fish! |
| 7: | <player> loses all touch with reality as <his/her> fear of the fish takes over! |
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| 1: | With a mischevious smile, you pat a brick as if it were a kitten. |
| 2: | With a mischevious smile, <player> pats a brick as if it were a kitten. |
| 3: | You stand up from your wheel chair and throw a brick at <target>'s head ! |
| 4: | <player> stands up from <his/her> wheel chair and throws a brick at <target>'s head ! |
| 5: | Oh my god ! <player> has thrown a brick at your head ! |
| 6: | You start cursing in your wheel chair. |
| 7: | <player> starts shouting : 'Feck ! Girls ! Drink !' like Father Jack ! |
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| 1: | You flail your arms about wildly. |
| 2: | <player> flails <his/her> arms about wildly. |
| 3: | You flail your arms about wildly, scaring <target> half to death. |
| 4: | <player> flails <his/her> arms about wildly. <target> thinks <he/she> might be crazy. |
| 5: | <player> flails <his/her> arms about wildly, you wonder what could be wrong with <him/her>. |
| 6: | You flail your arms about wildly, bopping yourself in the head. Why'd you do that? |
| 7: | <player> flails <his/her> arms about wildly, bopping <his/her> own head. What's wrong with <him/her>?' |
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| 1: | You suddenly know everything. Write a note and tell everyone! |
| 2: | <player> suddenly knows all, and begins writing a note to prove it. |
| 3: | You rapidly note <target>, explaining how wrong <he/she> is. |
| 4: | <target> bursts into tears after <player> brutally flames <him/her>. |
| 5: | You see the error of your ways after <player> writes you 30 notes. |
| 6: | You wait for someone to write a note so that you may correct them. |
| 7: | <player> starts searching the boards, looking for a topic to argue. |
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| 1: | You walk around the room with a saucy sway to your hips, flaunting your body. |
| 2: | <player> is walking around the room with a saucy sway to their hips, flaunting <his/her> body. |
| 3: | You approach <target> flaunting your body. |
| 4: | You watch as <player> approaches <target>, flaunting <his/her> body. |
| 5: | <player> approaches you wearing nothing but an alluring smile, flaunting <his/her> body. |
| 6: | You flaunt for yourself in front of a mirror. |
| 7: | <player> obviously thinks highly of themselves as they flaunt in front of a mirror. |
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| 1: | Lasher tells you to level ... or else. |
| 2: | <player> cowers in fear as Lasher warns <him/her> to level ... or else. |
| 3: | You pull out your Imm Deputy Badge and order <target> to level! |
| 4: | <player> whips out a small piece of paper and firmly orders <target> to level! |
| 5: | <player> whips out a Deputy's Badge and says, 'LEVEL in the name of the law!' |
| 6: | You hide behind your pet weasel's cage, afraid Lasher is going to order you to level. |
| 7: | <player> is using <his/her> weasel as a shield against Lasher's wrath! Oh, the humanity! |
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| 1: | Showing off your l33t pr0w355, you flex0r j00r muscles to impress your friends. |
| 2: | WOW!!@@!1 <player> r hella l33t buffx0rz!!! <he/she> r flex0rz n u wantz <him/her>. |
| 3: | In an attempt to impress <target> with your l33t skillz, you flex0r 4 <him/her>. ehehe buff |
| 4: | <target> r h3lla lucky d00d cuz dat buffx0r l33t <player> r flex0r to <him/her>. |
| 5: | OMG D00D <player> R FLEX0R 4 J00!!!!11 whow dats speshul, u r wantz <him/her> bad now |
| 6: | *sigh* Feeling a little lonely, are we? |
| 7: | How sad. <player> has no friends, so <he/she> must resort to flex0ring for <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | You fluff up your fur in annoyance. |
| 2: | <player> fluffs up <his/her> fur. What could be wrong? |
| 3: | You fluffle <target> mercilessly, making <his/her> fur a terrible mess. |
| 4: | <player> fluffles <target>'s fur mercilessly. |
| 5: | <player> has fluffled your fur! Argh, now you have to comb it again! |
| 6: | You run a paw forwards along your head, making a mohawk. |
| 7: | <player> runs <his/her> paw forwards along <his/her> head, fluffling up a mohawk. |
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| 1: | There must be someone out there who you can insult. Look harder. |
| 2: | <player> appears to be looking for people to insult. Let's hope <he/she> is unsuccessful. |
| 3: | 'Ey, <target> you are a really nice piece of work ... FOR ME TO POOP ON!! |
| 4: | <player> says, "'Ey, <target>, you are a really nice piece of work ... FOR ME TO POOP ON!!" You can't help but laugh. |
| 5: | <player> says, 'Ey, <target> you are a really nice piece of work ... FOR ME TO POOP ON!! |
| 6: | I know, I know! I am the greatest insult comic ever ... FOR ME TO POOP ON!! |
| 7: | Wow, <player> thinks <he/she> is the greatest. Then <he/she> goes on to laugh at <him/her>self. Very peculiar. |
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| 1: | You load up a banana-yellow toy gun with foam discs. Lock and load! |
| 2: | <player> loads up a banana-yellow toy gun with foam discs. Duck! |
| 3: | Aiming carefully, you fire off a barrage of foam discs at <target>! |
| 4: | <player> takes careful aim and fires off a barrage of foam discs at <target>! |
| 5: | <player> aims <his/her> toy gun at you and fires off a barrage of foam discs! |
| 6: | You fire a toy gun at your chest and flop to the floor dramatically. |
| 7: | <player> fires a toy gun at <his/her> chest and flops to the floor. Death by foam! |
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| 1: | You put on your leather jacket, slick back your hair, and stick your thumb in the air! Cool!! |
| 2: | <player> is acting like Fonzie again. What WILL <he/she> do next?! |
| 3: | At last! Someone who remembers Happy Days! You slap <target> on the back and yell, "Sit on it!" |
| 4: | <target> screams and hides. Do you think they're trying to tell you something?! |
| 5: | <player> swaggers up to you and shows you how cool <he/she> is. What a goob! |
| 6: | You look at yourself and scream. Your impression of Fonzie isn't so great after all, is it? |
| 7: | You wonder why people like <player> ever owned a television set.. |
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| 1: | You pull out your Rocket Launcher and look for someone to frag. |
| 2: | Uhuo... better get away, <player> has got a rocket launcher! |
| 3: | You raise your Rocket launcher up at <target> and... *GIB* |
| 4: | You hear a scream and <player> grins as you're hit in the head by one of <target>'s body parts! |
| 5: | You try to run away but it's too late! You have been Gibbed by <player>. |
| 6: | You aim your Rocket Launcher at the ground in a attempt to rocket jump... You should of had more health! |
| 7: | You watch as <player> trys to rocket jump...Guess <he/she> shud of picked up a health pack! |
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| 1: | Stop freaking everyone else out! |
| 2: | <player> freaks you as <he/she> stamps FREAK on your forehead! |
| 3: | Your freakiness completely corrupts <target>, <he/she> is now a true freak. |
| 4: | <player> stamps the official seal of FREAK on <target>'s forehead. |
| 5: | <player> thinks you are such a freak, you need therapy! |
| 6: | <player> looks at everyone and realizes <he/she> is surrounded by freaks! |
| 7: | <player> begins to understand... everyone else in the room is a freak! |
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| 1: | You freak out and don't remember anything after that. |
| 2: | <player> freaks out and runs screaming into the wall. |
| 3: | You look at <target> and your eye begins to twitch. |
| 4: | <player> runs screaming into <target>, barrelling <him/her> into the wall. |
| 5: | <player> screams and runs into you, throwing you against the wall. |
| 6: | You freak out and punch yourself in the face. |
| 7: | <player> freaks out and proceeds to have a boxing match with <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | You walk around your favourite pub looking for a mate to shout you some free beer. |
| 2: | <player> is doing the rounds again. Better hide your wallet. |
| 3: | You ask <target> for some spare cash to buy a beer or two. |
| 4: | <player> is hassling <target> for cash for beer, better leave before <he/she> comes for you. |
| 5: | <player> is bugging you for cash to buy <him/her>self some beers. *sigh* |
| 6: | You sing the free beer song! |
| 7: | <player> sings, "Free beer, free beer, that's my favourite brand! If I didn't have to buy it, it's the best beer in the land!" |
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| 1: | You poke around the bushes, looking for frogs to lick! |
| 2: | <player> is looking for frogs to lick... okay, gross? |
| 3: | Maybe <target> is a magic frog... |
| 4: | <player> seems to have mistaken <target> for either a postage stamp or a magic frog. |
| 5: | <player> thinks you're a halucinogenic frog! How humiliating! |
| 6: | You think you're a magic frog? Maybe you're already high. |
| 7: | <player> licks <him/her>self, thinking they're a frog. Wierdo. |
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| 1: | Okay, don't panic. Relax. Chill. Just let the colors bend. |
| 2: | Oh great, <player> is off hiding in the corner again... |
| 3: | You tumble over to <target> and ask <him/her> if <he/she>'s seen the vegetable-folk. |
| 4: | <player> meanders up to <target> and asks <him/her> something. What's going on? |
| 5: | <player> asks you if you've seen any of "Those little green dudes" around. |
| 6: | You manage to bend time into a penguin-shaped block of ice. Good show! |
| 7: | <player>'s been sitting in that corner for at least two hours. What's wrong with <him/her>? |
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| 1: | Oh no... This money is *still* in your bank account ! |
| 2: | <player> shivers when <he/she> realizes that the money is still in <his/her> bank account ! |
| 3: | Congratulations to <target> ! You just gave <him/her> a Golden Cleric Award ! |
| 4: | <target> stands proud, because <he/she> just received <his/her> Golden Cleric Award from <player> ! |
| 5: | You stand proud, receiving your Golden Cleric Award from <player>'s hands. |
| 6: | One day, you will find *normal* friends... |
| 7: | <player> seems to think that some of you *really* need to sleep... |
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| 1: | The platoon walks around the crashed airplane, muttering "fubar..." |
| 2: | "Fubar, man. That's hardcore," says Sgt. <player> at the sight of so much blood. |
| 3: | You walk up to <target> with an empty look in your eyes, and mutter, "Fubar..." |
| 4: | <player> stumbles over to <target> and mutters the word "Fubar" as though all light had gone from <his/her> world... |
| 5: | <player> falls into your arms, muttering senselessly about "Fubar..." Then you see it too. |
| 6: | Fubar...fubar...fubar...fubar... just end it! |
| 7: | <player> screams "Fubar!" and blows <his/her> brains out with a 9mm service pistol. |
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| 1: | You let out a string of curses that would make your mother blush. |
| 2: | <player> lets out a string of curses that would make you blush if we hadn't censored <him/her>. |
| 3: | You let out a string of curses at <target> that would make you get jailed if we hadn't censored them. |
| 4: | <player> lets out a string curses at <target> that would make you blush if we hadn't censored <him/her>. |
| 5: | <player> lets out a string curses at you that would make you blush if we hadn't censored <him/her>. |
| 6: | Doh!!! That was stupid. You reel off a string of curses at yourself. |
| 7: | <player> strides around letting out a string of curses at <him/her>self that would make you blush if not censored. |
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| 1: | Take it easy now! Count to ten, very slowly. |
| 2: | <player> grits <his/her> teeth and fumes with rage. |
| 3: | You stare at <him/her>, fuming. |
| 4: | <player> stares at <target>, fuming with rage. |
| 5: | <player> stares at you, fuming with rage! |
| 6: | That's right - hate yourself! |
| 7: | <player> clenches <his/her> fists and stomps <his/her> feet, fuming with anger. |
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| 1: | They're coming to take you away! They're coming to take you away! |
| 2: | The men in white coats have come to take <player> away. |
| 3: | You send the men in white coats to take <target> away-- <he/she>'s lost <his/her> mind! |
| 4: | <player> sends the men in white coats to take <target> away to the funny farm. |
| 5: | <player> has sent the men in white coats to take you away to the funny farm! |
| 6: | You commit yourself to the funny farm, where life is happy all the time. |
| 7: | <player> commits <him/her>self to the funny farm-- it's about time! |
| 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! |