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[Fr0stByt3]

Jixiu looks for the lost Chokobo soul. As he searches, he's struck by sudden inspiration. "Oh! I just had a wonderful idea!" Jixiu creates the Endless Laboratory, an afterlife for those who wish to continue to hone their scientific skills.

[~Neri]

((Or it flooded.))

[Dutrius]

((I'm pretty sure I set up an action for listening to prayers near the beginning of last tick. Oh well.))

Listen to prayers.

[Stirk]

((Yay! I finally have enough!))

Don Giovanni looks down at the three worlds, thoughtfully looking over his dark drink. After a moment, he throws the glass into the air, pulling out an m1911 from his side to shoot it as it reaches it's peak. The bullets and glass combine, as they break apart, forming dark-black shards as they begin to fall towards the planet. The shards multiply in number as they hit the atmosphere, taking on recognizable shapes, often forming hexagons. Small clouds of shard begin floating over the ground of all three planets, coming to life. 10,000 Noir are born, starting their new lives, often among the more-established races.

Spoiler: Noir (click to show/hide)

At the core of their being, Noir are simply a relatively small cloud of small black shards of different shapes, most commonly hexagons. They rarely take this form permanently, however. They love to live in other Race's territory, naturally shifting their parts into an exact replica of the local people, choosing between the most populous races. This includes the colors, and they generally like mimicking whatever abilities the locals have with magic, often letting them fit in seamlessly in any location. They are capable of coming apart at any time, such as to dodge blows, assuming they have no way to block them. Assuming they are not large enough to fully copy the race they are living with, they usually take the form of a scaled-down version of that race. They are naturally capable of flight in any form, as they are technically floating in any case, despite appearances. They do not need to breath, lacking any sort of lungs, allowing them to integrate with under-water and otherwise unreachable races (Assuming this costs no extra :p).

.001*Charismatic+2 <1.2>*Intelligence+2 <x1.4>Magic resistance-2 <x0.7>*Shapeshifter <x1.4>USB <1.2>*Defense+3 <x1.7>*<Exotic Affinity <x1.6>[Plasmurgy]=~5.37 for 10000.

[tntey]

((Yay! I finally have enough!))

Don Giovanni looks down at the three worlds, thoughtfully looking over his dark drink. After a moment, he throws the glass into the air, pulling out an m1911 from his side to shoot it as it reaches it's peak. The bullets and glass combine, as they break apart, forming dark-black shards as they begin to fall towards the planet. The shards multiply in number as they hit the atmosphere, taking on recognizable shapes, often forming hexagons. Small clouds of shard begin floating over the ground of all three planets, coming to life. 10,000 Noir are born, starting their new lives, often among the more-established races.

Spoiler: Noir (click to show/hide)

At the core of their being, Noir are simply a relatively small cloud of small black shards of different shapes, most commonly hexagons. They rarely take this form permanently, however. They love to live in other Race's territory, naturally shifting their parts into an exact replica of the local people, choosing between the most populous races. This includes the colors, and they generally like mimicking whatever abilities the locals have with magic, often letting them fit in seamlessly in any location. They are capable of coming apart at any time, such as to dodge blows, assuming they have no way to block them. Assuming they are not large enough to fully copy the race they are living with, they usually take the form of a scaled-down version of that race. They are naturally capable of flight in any form, as they are technically floating in any case, despite appearances. They do not need to breath, lacking any sort of lungs, allowing them to integrate with under-water and otherwise unreachable races (Assuming this costs no extra :p).

.001*Charismatic+2 <1.2>*Intelligence+2 <x1.4>Magic resistance-2 <x0.7>*Shapeshifter <x1.4>USB <1.2>*Defense+3 <x1.7>*<Exotic Affinity <x1.6>[Plasmurgy]=~5.37 for 10000.

"Alright. Nope. Nope. Nope. You will NOT let this people into my world. Okay? And I don't think anyone will wants this. Infact

Propose a proposal: Jo Jo should not be allowed to create these Noir's

[Andres]

"Alright. Nope. Nope. Nope. You will NOT let this people into my world. Okay? And I don't think anyone will wants this. Infact

Propose a proposal: Stirk should not be allowed to create these Noir's

Oppose. "I'm perfectly fine with Don JoJo creating his new race. They seem perfectly agreeable so why should we care?"

[Stirk]

((Yay! I finally have enough!))

Don Giovanni looks down at the three worlds, thoughtfully looking over his dark drink. After a moment, he throws the glass into the air, pulling out an m1911 from his side to shoot it as it reaches it's peak. The bullets and glass combine, as they break apart, forming dark-black shards as they begin to fall towards the planet. The shards multiply in number as they hit the atmosphere, taking on recognizable shapes, often forming hexagons. Small clouds of shard begin floating over the ground of all three planets, coming to life. 10,000 Noir are born, starting their new lives, often among the more-established races.

Spoiler: Noir (click to show/hide)

At the core of their being, Noir are simply a relatively small cloud of small black shards of different shapes, most commonly hexagons. They rarely take this form permanently, however. They love to live in other Race's territory, naturally shifting their parts into an exact replica of the local people, choosing between the most populous races. This includes the colors, and they generally like mimicking whatever abilities the locals have with magic, often letting them fit in seamlessly in any location. They are capable of coming apart at any time, such as to dodge blows, assuming they have no way to block them. Assuming they are not large enough to fully copy the race they are living with, they usually take the form of a scaled-down version of that race. They are naturally capable of flight in any form, as they are technically floating in any case, despite appearances. They do not need to breath, lacking any sort of lungs, allowing them to integrate with under-water and otherwise unreachable races (Assuming this costs no extra :p).

.001*Charismatic+2 <1.2>*Intelligence+2 <x1.4>Magic resistance-2 <x0.7>*Shapeshifter <x1.4>USB <1.2>*Defense+3 <x1.7>*<Exotic Affinity <x1.6>[Plasmurgy]=~5.37 for 10000.

"Alright. Nope. Nope. Nope. You will NOT let this people into my world. Okay? And I don't think anyone will wants this. Infact

Propose a proposal: Stirk should not be allowed to create these Noir's

"Worl'd ain' yurs, moron. Da proposal ain't fast 'nough ta stop me."

[~Neri]

Oppose the proposal. Who the crap is Stirk?

[TheBiggerFish]

Wonder just how acidic that rain was, because it would have to be rather acidic to BURN THROUGH A STONE ROOF (you know because they live underground?) AND PROBABLY A MOUNTAIN.

(It probably rained inside the cavern or their houses. Gods can do that.)

On that note, investigate the source of the rain.
Wonder if the spirits in the Crystal Gardens can walk out in the mortal world.
If not:  Attempt to add a method of reincarnation.  Should a dead Crystallum agree, their spirit can be bound to an empty geode, which will then open as their new body.  Memories are preserved.  Only priests of Tenat can perform this rite, and it is legal to prevent the reincarnation of a person convicted of a capital crime that was not somehow inserted into the lawbooks by the Don.  These reincarnations should be cleared with local authorities.  Tenat shall store these records in The Vault.

==Noir==
Abstain, on the provison that Noir should be identifiable.  Not necessarily EASILY identifiable, but identifiable.  It's perfectly fair that he can create a race and I don't think we should block him from that.

[Dutrius]

I'm fine with the Noir, as long as they don't cause much trouble.

[tntey]

Snip

[Vgray]

#1: "Can gods really die?"
#2: "Could you donate some of your blood for an interesting experiment?"

"It would take the power of another god. Probably several other gods actually, or a powerful divine artifact."

"Hm. Did the Devil put you up to this? No matter. You have piqued my curiousity."

Talios appears before the mortal in the guise of an extremely pale High Elf, and stabs his hand with a ceremonial dagger.

Listen to prayers.

[Stirk]

Snip

"YOU TAKE DAT BACK YOU TWISTED SON [Rest of rant censored for modestly's sake]" 

[Andres]

A spiral appears
"It is nice that you use the name Alpha Pantheon because it underlines our position, yet you fledgling manage to insult it by proposing that you of all should rule it. That is ridiculous, it would be comparable to a cockroach that is granted a kingdom. Anyway, So you say you built a doomsday device, only to find yourself doomed some day soon. Now put on this neck collar and purr like a kitten, like you are supposed to."

"IT IS THE FIRST PANTHEON WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING IT THE ALPHA PANTHEON"

Yes. Sprillian, if you call it alpha pantheon one more time, there will be consequences.

"I'm against the idea of punishing one of our members simply because of what they call our pantheon. That's going a bit overboard."

"I was not so sure about to First Pantheon, but I now have my verdict: you guys are dangerously incompetent right now. It is laughable, but it ends with my followers dead. So could you please either disband or work out your problems to work as a team?"

"Our followers aren't our servants. If a bunch of Haunts decided to genocide our races of their own free will, we'd blame them and not you. We'd only blame you if you helped them with the genocide or ordered the genocide. We had nothing to do with what happened to the Haunts."

[Vgray]

A spiral appears
"It is nice that you use the name Alpha Pantheon because it underlines our position, yet you fledgling manage to insult it by proposing that you of all should rule it. That is ridiculous, it would be comparable to a cockroach that is granted a kingdom. Anyway, So you say you built a doomsday device, only to find yourself doomed some day soon. Now put on this neck collar and purr like a kitten, like you are supposed to."

"IT IS THE FIRST PANTHEON WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING IT THE ALPHA PANTHEON"

Yes. Sprillian, if you call it alpha pantheon one more time, there will be consequences.

"I'm against the idea of punishing one of our members simply because of what they call our pantheon. That's going a bit overboard."

"I was not so sure about to First Pantheon, but I now have my verdict: you guys are dangerously incompetent right now. It is laughable, but it ends with my followers dead. So could you please either disband or work out your problems to work as a team?"

"Our followers aren't our servants. If a bunch of Haunts decided to genocide our races of their own free will, we'd blame them and not you. We'd only blame you if you helped them with the genocide or ordered the genocide. We had nothing to do with what happened to the Haunts."

"You are either a liar, or the most naive being in existence."