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| 1: | You sanctify the place with your light! |
| 2: | Oh no! You must give up your evil ways because <player> filled the room with light! |
| 3: | You preach to <target> about stopping <his/her> sins and give in to the Light! |
| 4: | <player> is preaching to <target> about how <he/she> should give up <his/her> sins. |
| 5: | <player> screams at you 'Come to the light, child! Or face the wrath of Radience!' |
| 6: | You're surrounded by evil demons of the dark! Too many problems to fix in this world! |
| 7: | <player> pulls out <his/her> holy sword and looks at you, you scream 'Hey, back off, man!' but <he/she> walks towards you... |
| raidspringer - by Unknown |
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| 1: | You get bored and post a couple dozen notes on the Raiding board |
| 2: | <player> must be bored; They just posted another dozen notes on Raiding board. |
| 3: | You try to raid <target>'s clan, DAMNIT.. too many defenders.. *whine* |
| 4: | <player> tries to raid <target>'s clan, but they have allied with half the mud! |
| 5: | <player> tries to raid your clan, but you have allied with half the mud! Success! |
| 6: | You can't seem to raid successfully.. the system must be at fault! *whine* |
| 7: | Good lord.. won't <player> EVER quit bitching about alliances and raiding?! |
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| 1: | You have a sudden urge to get onto rank 4. You run off to the incinerator bot. |
| 2: | In <his/her> vain quest for fame, <player> lets <him/her>self get killed by the incinerator bot. |
| 3: | You have passed <target> on a ranking! How great you are! |
| 4: | You ignore <player> as <he/she> throws a party in honor of passing <target> on the Aardwolf rankings. |
| 5: | <player> rants to you about <his/her> new position on the Aardwolf rankings. Yay. |
| 6: | You have been purged off the ranks! NOOOOOO! |
| 7: | You laugh at <player> as the immortals crush <his/her> attempts at getting onto the Aardwolf rankings. |
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| 1: | You say, "Hi. I'm <player> Saotome. I'm sorry about all this." |
| 2: | <player> says, "Hi. I'm <player> Saotome. I'm sorry about all this." |
| 3: | You scream, "<target>! You... sound... like... a... GIRL!" and toss <target> into a pool of water. |
| 4: | <player> screams, "<target>! You... sound... like... a... GIRL!" and tosses <target> into a pool of water. |
| 5: | <player> screams, "<target>! You... sound... like... a... GIRL!" and tosses you into a pool of water. |
| 6: | You say, "Hi. I'm <player> Saotome. I'm sorry about all this." |
| 7: | <player> says, "Hi. I'm <player> Saotome. I'm sorry about all this." |
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| 1: | You scurry around, looking for a worthy recipient of hot ratling wuv. |
| 2: | <player> scurries around, pink tail curled in the shape of a heart. |
| 3: | You leap upon <target>, gently nibbling <his/her> ear with tender ratling wuv. |
| 4: | <player> nibbles on <target>'s ear as if it were good aged cheddar. |
| 5: | <player> nibbles gently on your ear with passionate ratling wuv. |
| 6: | You wrap your tail around yourself in a warm ratling wuv embrace. |
| 7: | <player> embraces <him/her>self with <his/her> tail, that lucky rat! |
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| 1: | You dig down into the dirt, ready to do battle. |
| 2: | <player> digs down into the dirt, obviously ready to do battle. |
| 3: | You nod, alerting <target> that this foe must now die miserably. |
| 4: | <player> nods, alerting <target> that their unlucky foe must now die miserably. |
| 5: | <player> nods, signaling you that your foe must now die miserably. |
| 6: | You give yourself a neat motivational speech. |
| 7: | <player> withdraws into the clutches of some sort of motivational mantra. |
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| 1: | Those fools at your ISP will pay. Oh, yes. They will. |
| 2: | <player>, cursing their ISP, accepts <his/her> fate and returns to the embrace of linkdeath. |
| 3: | You drive to <his/her> ISP and start unplugging wires. |
| 4: | What is <player> doing with all those wires? And why is <target> being so quiet all of a sudden? |
| 5: | As the flow of text across your screen slows to a trickle like the last well of a dying town, you hear the maniacal laughter of <player>. |
| 6: | You sell your soul for a cable modem... but what's this? It lags anyway! |
| 7: | <player> can be seen making a deal with a dark, sulphorous fellow. |
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| 1: | Woohoo!! You finally got RedHat up and running! Look out Bill Gates! |
| 2: | Woohoo!! <player> finally got RedHat up and running! Look out Bill Gates! |
| 3: | You hand <target> a copy of RedHat Linux to help with <his/her> Windoze troubles. |
| 4: | As <target> sobs about <his/her> troubles with Windoze, <player> hands <him/her> a RedHat install disk. |
| 5: | <player> hands you a diskette with a red hat on it and tells you to boot from it to solve all of your Windoze troubles. |
| 6: | You begin to think of penguins as you search for a replacement for Windoze. |
| 7: | <player> starts to walk like a penguin as he begins to speak of replacing Windoze. |
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| 1: | You notice life and say hello to everyone once again. |
| 2: | Noticing signs of life, <player> says hello to everyone once again. |
| 3: | You notice signs of life in <target> and say hello to <him/her> once again. |
| 4: | After noticing signs of life in <target>, <player> says hello to <target> once again. |
| 5: | Noticing signs of life in you, <player> says hello to you once again. |
| 6: | You say hello to yourself again and again. |
| 7: | Repeatedly, <player> says hello to <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | What's with all these people?!? Remember, Just Say No! |
| 2: | <player> is turning down ANOTHER marriage proposal?!? |
| 3: | You gaze deeply into <target>'s eyes and whisper, "No." |
| 4: | Obviously <player> and <target> are NOT getting married! |
| 5: | <player> gazes deeply into your eyes and whispers, "No." |
| 6: | You remind yourself that you need your freedom. |
| 7: | <player> reminds <him/her>self that there is life without marriage. |
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| 1: | You yell, 'Respect My Authoritay!' |
| 2: | <player> yells, 'Respect My Authoritay!' |
| 3: | You beat <target> and yell, 'Respect My Authoritay!' |
| 4: | <player> beats <target> and yells, 'Respect My Authoritay!' |
| 5: | <player> beats you and yells, 'Respect My Authoritay!' |
| 6: | You beat yourself to learn respect. |
| 7: | <player> beats <him/her>self to learn respect. |
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| 1: | You write a bunch of notes about how much the mud sucks, stop playing for a week, come back and rename. |
| 2: | <player> writes a bunch of notes about how much the mud sucks, stops playing for a week and then comes back and renames. |
| 3: | You bitch to <target> about how much this mud sucks, that the imps are out to make your life total misery, swear you're going to delete...and come back in a week with a new name. |
| 4: | <player> bitches to <target> about how much this mud sucks, that the imps are out to make <his/her> life total misery, swear <he/she>'s going to delete...and comes back in a week with a new name. |
| 5: | <player> bitches to you about how much this mud sucks, that the imps are out to make <his/her> life total misery, swears <he/she>'s going to delete...and comes back in a week with a new name. |
| 6: | You swear to yourself that you're going to delete this time, you really are, you won't put up with it anymore....just as soon as you finish this level. |
| 7: | <player> swears that <he/she>'s going to delete this time, <he/she> really is, <he/she> won't put up with it anymore....just as soon as <he/she> finishes this level. |
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| 1: | You try to defend your rights, you damn terrorist! |
| 2: | <player> tries to defend <his/her> rights, <he/she> must be a damn terrorist! |
| 3: | You try to defend <target>'s rights. Are you in the same cell? |
| 4: | <player> tries to defend <target>'s rights. They must be in the same cell. |
| 5: | <player> tries to defend your rights, you must be in the same cell. |
| 6: | You walk through Midgaard carrying a pencil sharpener, die terrorist! |
| 7: | <player> walks through Midgaard carrying a pencil sharpener, kill the terrorist scum! |
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| 1: | You take a second to think about -/\/Crimson\/\-. My god, you've been blinded! AHHHHHHH! |
| 2: | <player> has been blinded by the sight of -/\/Crimson\/\-'s logo. |
| 3: | You flash -/\/Crimson\/\-'s new logo in <target>'s eyes. Then <he/she> says "Didn't it used to have crimson in it?", and passes out. |
| 4: | <player> is about to spray <target> with some burnt marbu but realizes that perhaps -/\/Crimson\/\- is a more efficient blinding method. |
| 5: | Uh-oh. <player> just flashed the logo -/\/Crimson\/\- in your eyes. It's way more potent than burnt marbu. |
| 6: | -/\/Crimson\/\--/\/Crimson\/\--/\/Crimson\/\--/\/Crimson\/\--/\/Crimson\/\- |
| 7: | <player> says "Hmm, the recipe for stupidity calls for one logo change, 5 ally backstabbings, and a well powered Fgrows. What's an Fgrows?" |
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| 1: | You run around ringing door bells and fleeing away, dying of laughter. |
| 2: | <player> goes around ringing random door bells and running. |
| 3: | You point and laugh at <target> screaming, "RING AND RUN!!!" |
| 4: | <player> laughs at <target> screaming, "RING AND RUN!!!" |
| 5: | <player> laughs at you and screams, "RING AND RUN!!!" while running away. |
| 6: | You wonder if anyone would like to join you in playing Ring and Run. |
| 7: | <player> invites you to play Ring and Run with <him/her>. |
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| 1: | You put a bounty on someone's head but can't seem to remember who. |
| 2: | Uh oh.. It seems that <player> is looking for someone's head to rip off. |
| 3: | You take <target>'s head and tear it from <his/her> shoulders. |
| 4: | You join <player> in a game of basketball with <target>'s head. |
| 5: | You're in trouble now, your head seems to be missing after <player>'s work. |
| 6: | You rip your own head off.. That wasn't smart now was it? |
| 7: | You wonder if you should help <player>, <he/she> just ripped <his/her> own head off. |
| ripouttongue - by Unknown |
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| 1: | Your patience is wearing thin eh? |
| 2: | <player> jams <his/her> fingers in <his/her> ears, closes <his/her> eyes and starts humming... |
| 3: | You lean over nice and casual like, RIP OUT <target>'s tongue and giggle. |
| 4: | <player> smiles then casually rips out <target>'s tongue. |
| 5: | <player> smiles at you then casually rips out your tongue?!? |
| 6: | Say something stupid eh? happens to the best of us :) |
| 7: | <player> just ripped out <his/her> own tongue.. bout time eh? |
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| 1: | You lay out a few magical components and start to summon the Powers of Nature. |
| 2: | <player> lays out a few magical components and starts to summon the Powers of Nature. |
| 3: | You set out a few magical components and with <target> begin to summon the Powers of Nature. |
| 4: | <player> sets out a few magical components and with <target> begins to summon the Powers of Nature. |
| 5: | <player> sets out a few magical components and taking your hand, begins to summon the Powers of Nature. |
| 6: | You hold a candle in one hand, and a decorated staff in the other as you summon the Powers of Nature |
| 7: | <player> holds a candle in one hand, and a decorated staff in the other as <he/she> summons the Powers of Nature |
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| 1: | This is not a random social. |
| 2: | <player> proudly uses this social to show <his/her> contempt for random. |
| 3: | You tell <target> what you think of <his/her> random social spam. |
| 4: | <player> turns slowly to <target> and lovingly says "Random THIS!". |
| 5: | <player> politely tells you where to put your random socials. |
| 6: | OK, if you random one more time, you're going to kill you. |
| 7: | <player> is trying to remove <his/her> addiction to random. |
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| 1: | You rock gently back and forth in you hammock. |
| 2: | <player> rocks gently back and forth in a hammock. |
| 3: | You curl up with <target> in your hammock and smile gently as you rock back and forth together. |
| 4: | Awww, Isn't that sweet, <player> and <target> are curled up in a hammock. |
| 5: | You smile softly as <player> curls up in a hammock with you and magically causes the wind to rock you back and forth together. |
| 6: | You sux0rz, you aint got no one in your hammock but you! |
| 7: | <player> curls up in his hammock all alone. Awww. |
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| 1: | You snuggle down into your hammock and rock yourself to sleep. |
| 2: | <player> snuggles down into <his/her> hammock and rocks <him/her>self to sleep. |
| 3: | You draw <target> to you and snuggle down to sleep in the gently rocking hammock. |
| 4: | Shhhh! <player> and <target> are snuggled up together in a hammock, I think they are sleeping! |
| 5: | You smile softly as <player> wraps <his/her> arms around you and snuggles you down into <his/her> hammock. |
| 6: | You sux0rz, you are all asleep in your hammock alone. Hah. |
| 7: | <player> is sleeping all by <him/her>self. Awww. |
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| 1: | You decide to start a game of Ro-Sham-Bo. Anyone wanna join? |
| 2: | <player> wants to kick people in the crotch for sport. Better keep away. |
| 3: | You walk up to <target> and play a little game of Ro-Sham-Bo. |
| 4: | Ouch! <player> has been watching too much SouthPark as <he/she> kicks <target> in the crotch. |
| 5: | You fall to the ground in agony as <player> kicks you in the crotch. Damn SouthPark fan! |
| 6: | You start practicing Ro-Sham-Bo by kicking yourself in the crotch. Real smart. |
| 7: | <player> just kicked <him/her>self in the crotch, playing Ro-Sham-Bo. Weirdo. |
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| 1: | You frantically search for someone you can remove from your friends list. |
| 2: | <player> is desparately looking for some friends to rotate. Maybe 60 slots is still not enough ... |
| 3: | You are no longer friends with <target>. That'll free up a spot on your friends list. |
| 4: | A relieved <player> smiles, having freed up another spot on <his/her> friends list. |
| 5: | You have been removed from <player>'s friend list. |
| 6: | Give it up, <player>. No matter how hard you try, you will still show up on "who friend". |
| 7: | Somebody PLEASE tell <player> to stop friending <him/her>self and wasting a slot on <his/her> friends list. |
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| 1: | You really are a elven warrior with a sword. Don't let them tell you otherwise. |
| 2: | <player> really believes <he/she> is a dangerous elven warrior. Ignore them and they might go away. |
| 3: | You decapitate <target> with your flaming longsword! Your honor is avenged! |
| 4: | <player> "kills" <target> for Honor and Glory! <player> is avenged! |
| 5: | Egads! You have been smit by <player>! Avenge your fallen honor! |
| 6: | No! You'll never believe that it's just a game! Lies, all lies! |
| 7: | <player>, that poor elven warrior, has completely forgotten that it's a game! |
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| 1: | You reach into a hidden compartment and pull out... the Really, REALLY Big Fish! |
| 2: | <player> reaches into a hidden compartment and pulls out... the Really, REALLY Big Fish! |
| 3: | You grin evilly at <target> and brandish the Really, REALLY Big Fish! |
| 4: | <player> is grinning evilly at <target> and brandishing the Really, REALLY Big Fish! |
| 5: | <player> grins evilly at you and brandishes the Really, REALLY Big Fish! |
| 6: | You look about, menacingly waving the Really, REALLY Big Fish! |
| 7: | <player> looks about, menacingly waving the Really, REALLY Big Fish! Stay outta the way! |
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| 1: | You start to imitate The Real Shim Shady saying you are him. |
| 2: | Oh no, <player> thinks <he/she> is The Real Shim Shady, run to tell Shim now! |
| 3: | You point to <target> and blame <him/her> for impersonating The Real Shim Shady. |
| 4: | <player> points to <target> and blames <him/her> for impersonating The Real Shim Shady. |
| 5: | You feel terrible as <player> accuses you of imitating The Real Shim Shady. |
| 6: | You start to sing to yourself, "The Real Shim Shady". |
| 7: | <player> starts to sing to <him/her>self, "The Real Shim Shady". |
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| 1: | You tell everyone to read the announce board already! |
| 2: | <player> tells everyone to read the announce board already! |
| 3: | You scream at <target>, "Read the announce board already!!" |
| 4: | <player> screams at <target>, "Read the announce board already!!" |
| 5: | <player> screams at you, "Read the announce board already!!" |
| 6: | You scream at yourself to read the announce board already, silly! |
| 7: | <player> screams at <him/her>self, "Read the announce board already, silly!" |
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| 1: | You rub your hands together in greedy anticipation. |
| 2: | <player> rubs <his/her> hands together in greedy anticipation. |
| 3: | You give <target> a nice, long, kinky rubdown. |
| 4: | <player> gives <target> a nice long rubdown. |
| 5: | <player> gives you a rubdown, running <his/her> hands over your tense shoulders...Mmmm... |
| 6: | You rub yourself...lingering a little too long in some places. |
| 7: | <player> rubs <him/her>self...what a creep! |
| What the Line Numbers Mean |
| 1: |
What you see when you give no argument: ie, You slap nothing! |
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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! |
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What your target sees: ie, Whitedragon slaps you! |
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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! |