Wotz

IC: Zaruthan I couldn't help but smile. To think I was going to run away and live as a hermit. The thought of a new life, away from civilisation, away from all the darkness and suffering I had experienced my whole life. And perhaps... Happiness. A world full of happiness that I had never known. I looked up at Aclaraung and nodded. "Thank you. I would like that," I told him. "I would like that very much. I think Aru would too, but I have one or two personal matters to attend to with her when she awakes."

IC: Zaruthan I wasn't sure what to think when they just walked in after all that. How long had they been there? Had they been waiting for me to almost die and end the fight so they could come and clean up the mess? I must say I was a little disturbed. "I- I dunno. New leader of the species? That doesn't sound like my kind of role," I bit my lip as I realised how ironic my words were. "Okay, never thought I'd say that. But I suppose I'll hear it," I sighed. "After all, I'll be waiting for her to wake up as well."

IC: Zaruthan Let's face it: No matter what, speaking is always my strong suit. I swear if I were to lose my memory completely or be reduced to a decapitated head in a jar, I will never shut up. Thus, it was hardly difficult to pressure two of our Mystix brethren into meeting with us. They weren't exactly the best or the brightest, but I used to have them under my command back in the old days as Air Commander. That was when Mystix weren't cowering in caves like an endangered species and having petty quarrels with each other. Actually, that last part was a lie. I was the king of petty quarrels. But alas, I digress. After finalising what I was going to say, I stood up on a rock and looked over the room. It was one of the smaller caves coming off of the main Mystix-occupied cavern. The doorway was covered by a boulder, so with any luck, Zarnarax wouldn't notice. "Settle down, settle down," I said, gesturing for them to deplete the volume of their talking, as if I was standing before a crowd of dozens, like when I was in charge of the Phantoms. For some reason, having less power felt almost... Better, in a way. But then again, I was a changed man now. "Just tell us why you've dragged us in here, Zar," said one, Divum, who was a relentless prick under all circumstances. I simply gave him a condescending look and then went about speaking. "As you know, I have gathered you hear for a purpose. You three were never fans of Ignotus in his time, and don't try to deny it. But here his brother comes, telling tales of how he is going to make things better for us. How he is going to play it cool, and bring Mystix back to the grand species we once were-" "Is this just another grab at leadership, Zar?" Tonitrium moaned. I tended to have a little more respect for him, even if he did always interrupt me. "I can assure you, once this is over, I will leave you forever. Leadership isn't on my agenda any more. Nothing is, really. Except to make sure I am remembered as better than the stain on the world I have been until tonight." I half expected them to scoff at my words and make remarks about how I could never not be a stain, but there must have been something in the way I said it, a little spark that jarred them and made them understand. It's hard to explain. "So what will you have us do? Charge in and pummel Zarnarax until he can take no more?" Tonit questioned after a long pause. "Essentially, yes." Aru cut in, getting to her feet and climbing on the rock, I stepped down and allowed her to take the spotlight. "Us three will do just that. But Zaruthan, on the other hand, with his... Duller colour scheme, will sneak round behind our target and force him into submission, perhaps kill him if necessary." It won't be, I told myself. I was feeling incredibly optimistic about this, and with good reason. The few other Mystix who lived in this network of caves were asleep, and there was no way any of those present would or could have stabbed me in the back. It was the perfect plan. "All we need to do now," I said aloud, taking back the attention of the two of them. "Is to lure Zarnarax out of his hole and bring his reign to an end." "But who will lead us when he is gone? And what if we fail?" Divum barked. "We won't fail. And I think your next leader stands before you now," I announced, a confident grin on my face as my eyes came to rest on Aru. Just then, there was a rumbling from behind me. My heart dropped like a rock as I whirled around to see the boulder covering our tracks beginning to crack and shudder. I gestured for the others to ready themselves for battle and position themselves around the door. Before anyone had gotten into position, however, the boulder exploded, sending all of us to the floor. The doorway was covered by a cloud of dust, and three pairs of clawed feet stepped through. I could feel my remaining colour drain away as I realised who the lead set belonged to. Zarnarax had heard everything. One of the Mystix accompanying him dropped to the ground with a sickening crunch. The source of his sudden demise was Divum, who was beginning to push himself off of the ground to fight back. Before his powers could even get a grip on a second victim, however, a diamond-cut spike of ice shot into his face, obliterating his features and sending him to the ground. The ice shattered and was absorbed back into Zarnarax to reveal a huge hole straight through his head. To be honest, I was a little surprised to see that Divum's skull had anything in it, but it still sickened me to see such a waste of life. Which is odd, as my old self probably would have burst out laughing at suck a death. "I should have known you'd try to kill me Zaruthan." Zarnarax said, his pompous disregard that he had just killed a fellow member of his own species made me fell ill. "Of course I had my suspicions, but of course your destiny has always been to target whoever's in charge. But now, I am targeting you instead, and your little crowd of chums." I staggered to my feet and stood so close to him that our faces were almost touching. If anyone didn't know better, they'd think I was about to kiss him. "Don't even bother. This doesn't change anything. I'm still going to bring you down. Aru, if you would show our good emperor the door?" At this, Zarnarax smiled, and it took just under half a second to realise what was about to happen, and it took about half a second for it to actually occur. A jet of water struck me in the back like a solid object, sending me careering forth. Zarnarax sidestepped surprisingly quickly, sending me into the main cavern. "Thank you, Aru, for showing our good traitor the door. Now, Zar, if you would kindly die, that would be most appropriate." I could barely breathe, and not just because I was drenched in water. "Aru..." I murmured weakly, gazing, sightless, at the trio standing above me. Zarnarax beamed at Aru, who looked like a small child being told off for doing something naughty. Surely she hadn't betrayed me? She was aiming for him, right? Before I could accept the truth, a sudden flash of lightning a huge crackle of electricity sent the three of them flat on their faces in front of me. Tonitrium stood behind them, the spears on his arms smoking, and a wild grin on his face. "Enough talk," he growled. I nodded, even as Aru came up to her knees. Almost instinctively, I leapt to one foot and struck her hard in the neck with the other. She dropped to the ground, unconscious, with a small splash from the little puddle. It made me feel a little better, but I didn't have time to enjoy my accomplishment as Zarnarax tackled me to the ground and I began to feel very, very cold. I attempted to combat the chill with my own power over heat, but he continued to make it colder and colder and colder and it was all I could do to keep the temperature balanced at something survivable, which was enough for me to began puching him repeatedly in the face with both fists until he let go. After standing back up and regaining my footing, I saw that Tonitrium was taking on the other Mystix that had been accompanying the Emperor, who appeared to be a Mystix of stone. This renewed my drive to fight on, and so I did, as Zarnarax began to attack once again. ... Hours had passed. In the world above, I wouldn't be surprised if the sun was beginning to cast its light again. It had felt like days. Still, we fought, harder then ever, exerting everything we had to bring the opponent to an end. He was aiming to kill. I was aiming to wound or maim. Despite this, you could hardly say I was holding back, and he definitely wasn't. Both of us had numerous scars, cuts and bruises, burns and numb spots. I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on. I had to end it. I had told myself that killing wouldn't be necessary, that with such a plan as ours, he would have no choice but to give in. But that was a simpler time. A million years ago, when Aru loved me and I was going to die from natural causes and all of us were going to go home in one piece and the plan was so indomitable. That time had passed. "It's time for actions, not words." Perhaps my old cocky self did have some wisdom after all, if extremely misguided. I conjured twin balls of plasma in both hands, and charged forth, rapidly heating the air around him, enveloping him in unbearable heat, even as the balls shot forth, followed by two constant rays. He ducked beneath the balls and sidestepped between the rays, receiving rather painful looking burns and scorch marks on his chest and back, which he appeared to ignore. I had no time to react as a blade of ice sliced through my chin and up the side of my face, blinding me in one eye. The blade immediately came back down and slashed across my exposed chest. I fell to my knee with a cry, which was met with a spear of ice stabbing straight through my shoulder and into the ground, nailing me there. Zarnarax stood on my back, and slowly brought the spear out, which tore the hole even larger. I groaned, my heated, glowing blood seeping from both my wounds and my mouth, burning the ground and my enemy's toes. Although I couldn't see it, his face assumed a look of utter disgust as he rose the spear into the air again. "You really shouldn't exist, Zaruthan. The universe wanted you out, and you came back in. Now, I'm fixing the stain you are on the world. DIE, AT LONG LAST!" With that, a sharp, cold pain shot through my chest and then my entire body as he brought the spear down, twisted it, and tore it back out again. Darkness began to creep in from the corners of the world, until the entire world was pitch black. There was no depth, no width, no length, no time, nothing. The only existence whatsoever was me, and a small cylinder of light around my now-kneeling form. I could barely keep such a simple stance as that, with the extreme pain that I felt so constantly. And I was growing colder. Ever colder. So, so cold. Yet, only one question came to mind and escaped my lips. "Is this death?" I fell back onto my back, and stared up at the nothing before me. This was it. This was my silence, my death. My end. "But you've come so far," hissed a voice to my right. Or was it my left? It seemed to come from all around me, wrapping me in some strange form of comfort. I knew the voice well. It was my own. From before I had died the first time. "You can't turn back. The world needs you now. I was supposed to die, but you must live." I sensed someone else's agreement. "You mustn't die, Zaruthan," Aclaraung, the only other who came close to having any faith in my ambitions. Another. "You can't die. How can I go on while we are parted?" Aru. She did love me... Did she? Was this just a sick hallucination brought on by my rapidly approaching end? Suddenly, Ignotus. The single being I hated the most. Of course he would be here. "No, my dear Zar, you must die. Die, Zaruthan. Die, Zaruthan! DIE!" "NO!" Ignotus' face came into view, as if he was turning around in surprise. His eyes were widened, his mouth hanging open. It would be comical if I weren't so enraged. I could feel myself letting off great wads of plasma from my skin, my body not enough to contain my fury. "I DIED ONCE, AND I SHALL NEVER DIE AGAIN!" I reached out and grabbed Ignotus by the throat, shaking him, heating him beyond imagination, he closed his eyes and tried to pry my claws loose of his neck, but it was no use. My grip was like iron bands around him. "NEVER DIE! NEVER DIE! NEVER!" I roared, repeating those words again and again with no thought for anything else. Slowly, the world began to be restored, light spreading out from the two of us, as if my actions were restoring it. Soon, the entire cavern was back around me, my blood and my wounds were back, but I didn't feel their pain. I was too focused on strangling the evil out of my former overlord. The organic components on his body began to roast and decay, his armour started to melt, and before me, his face started to become a lifeless, burning skull. His eyelids were blown apart by a sudden burst of extreme heat from within him, and smoke began to escape from his mouth and nostrils. Still, I kept on, chanting my mantra, feeling as if no force in the world could stop my anger. At last, I poured the remaining dregs of my elemental energy into him, causing a bright flash of light, blasting his torso open and sending me stumbling back. His mutilated corpse lay, steaming, before me. It was then that I noticed the colour of his armour. It wasn't Ignotus at all. It was Zarnarax. I had done what I told myself wouldn't be necessary. It was over. Around me lay the scattered bodies of the other Mystix, including the stone one and Tonitrium. Apparently either I had killed them in my anger, or they had killed each other. Either way, they were gone. Aru was the only other living being present, and she too lay still in the puddle from earlier. A deathly silence pounded in my ears. I was alone. It was over. OOC: ...AND SCENE

IC: Kuhrin "The time has come," Kuhrin's voice sounded clearly in the ears of everyone present, like nails carving into a blackboard. "Brother." A vicious smile spread across Kuhrin's pitched face, his eyes flaring with a cruel bloodthirst that needed to be quelled. The rumbling vibrations from a few moments previously had barely subsided when Kuhrin began to sweep them back around the area, the sands around them being caught up in the tornado of white noise. The whirling walls around them formed an arena. "Don't bother trying to escape," his grinding voice curdled in their ears, "making contact with the walls won't exactly do wonders for your hearing." The sand beneath him began to be thrown around violently as well, lifted him a few inches off the ground. "Witness the power Makuta has given me!" He bellowed, opening his arms. Three piercing bolts of immensely high volume sound, not far off the tearing noise that formed the walls, lanced out from his fingertips and headed for each of his three foes. Zuriana was hit first, being the closest. The bolt hit her square in the chest and launched her back, through the wall of the arena and outside, where she suffered a few seconds of total deafness before falling into a dreamless slumber.

I shall have to apologise for my lack of activity over the past week. I may have forgotten to mention that I was in Spain, which was awesome. Now to slowly and painfully catch up. I love you.

not sure if serious it's killing me Please don't be joking plzzzzzzzzzz

the reign of andrew hapori kirk kristansen tohu six has begun

OOC: Sorry, forgot completely about these here fellows. All the excitement in Po with ol' Ry 'n' Sten is getting to me. IC: Readra Readra nodded hurriedly, something crunching in his neck as he did so. He ignored this and the sudden pain it caused. "I'm ready. I've had worse," he lied, trying in vain to make being paralysed sound like a flesh wound. The Vortixx came close to smiling, if it wasn't such a dire situation he had gotten himself into.

Asylum of the Daleks was the best of part 1 IMO. +1

I thought, in particular, The Doctor's source of income is freakin' genius: Land in the middle of a public place and collect coins for your magic trick with a fez. Speaking of genius, the plan was just perfect.

Thank you, Steven Moffat. Thank you very much. I shake you by the hand, my good sir. The next episode looks like total rubbish but I'm in Spain when it airs, and this one makes up for it anyway. I was very pleasantly surprised by it, plus I'm glad to finally have my Who back. Also, Matt Smith gets awesomer every time I see him. I refuse to believe he will ever leave me. Oh yeah, and I'm going to Spain for a week in like, two days. Nice.

wat did someone say batman What does the date have to do with it? Halo 4's release date.

IC: Stendhal Secret Option Three. That was new. Stendhal's smile became thinner and less primal. He didn't take his eyes off of Rynekk, and spoke softer than before, with his words like daggers in the Toa's ears. "I'm proud of you."

Few corrections I would like to make: -Space and Time aren't 'prequel's, they're minisodes, which is a different thing, kind of like Time Crash and stuff. -Actual 'prequel's began in Series 6, with prequels to several episodes in the series, beginning with The Impossible Astronaut. -Pond Life was technically a multi-part minisode, which did act as a prequel, but to Series 7, not 6, although I presume that was a typo. -If it isn't officially defined as a 'prequel' on the official site, then it's a minisode, but of course minisodes can be prequels but not 'prequel's, for example Meanwhile in the TARDIS is a two-part minisode but still bridges gaps between episodes. Terminology is confusing. I think.

IC: Stendhal Rynekk stared through the bars, and Stendhal stared back, both ignoring the dust fluttering in the dim light, both, at least externally, passive, yet each with their own set of morals. The fallen angel, who sought repentance for his unspeakable crimes, and the beast risen from the dirt into barely a man, who relished the sensation of committing them. In Stendhal's fractured mind, they were two shards of a mirror, both razor sharp and avoided, yet still fighting to their last for the reflection to be shown. Only in Stendhal's case, it was the dark side of Rynekk he aimed to reflect to their untimely visitor. Showing a rare display of emotion, Stendhal's brow lowered slightly, and he grinned savagely to himself, but Rynekk understood. This could go one of two ways. Option number one: Rynekk reluctantly tells Hari how he knows Stendhal, but in doing so condemns Tadris to being hunted down for the rest of his life. This was the less likely option. Option number two: Rynekk doesn't tell Hari anything, or lies, and in doing so damages his already shady reputation among the Guard, and is forced to go out and follow the map, doing Stendhal's bidding. In either case scenario, Stendhal won. It was a little thing he liked to call a 'Lose/Lose Situation'. It satisfied his sick fancies to see how such an exchange would play out before him, how the pieces of his master's game would further his gains. Stendhal's gaze moved slowly from Rynekk to Hari and back again, the smile remaining on his shadowy face. "Your move."

A HUMAN OUT OF FREAKIN' NOWHERE Name: Anthony Williams Gender: Male Faction: None, but tends to help out the Paxitrons and Children of Primus as much as possible. Homeworld: Earth 1 Appearance: A heart-shaped face capped with slightly spiked-up, sticky-outy short hazel brown hair. Beneath his ice blue eyes are dark bags from lack of sleep, and below them a sharp-edged jaw ending in a somewhat pointy chin. His nose looks as if it has been broken multiple times, and more than a few of his teeth are chipped or broken. He is by no means muscular but he isn't overly fat or skinny either, with dark, tanned white skin and large feet and hands. His entire body is covered in deep scars from various escapades. His voice is a young but hardened growl rife with emotion and torment. He tends to wear buttoned, long sleeved shirts with the sleeves rolled up and fairly tight trousers. Depending on the conditions he may wear a long duffle coat with a sticky-uppy collar and a scarf as well. Weapons: -Two of those really nice shiny silver pistols those gangsters had in that movie. -One Laser Screwdriver that looks a little something like this. It was reverse-engineered from Transformer technology and has such abilities as shooting lasers, opening doors, shooting lasers, unscrewing and screwing screws, shooting lasers, and, of course, shooting lasers. Other Equipment: -A weird, glowing blue diamond thing that sometimes gets really hot and others really cold. So far Anthony hasn't identified a pattern and has no clue what the jewel is, but keeps it as an oddity. -A yo-yo -A snowglobe -A letter opener -A tin of those really nice sweets that taste like lemons and come in tins Skills: Anthony has a fairly limited skill set, but his big heart makes up for it. His primary skill is being very clever, and years of less intelligent people being irritated by this intelligence has made him a very fast runner as well, although neither of these are on a superhuman level. Personality: Although on the outside Ant may seem cold and unkind, beneath his icy exterior lies a kind heart that is in the right place, he just has a funny way of showing it. His philosophy is that actions speak louder than words, and thus spends less time saying nice things and more time taking action and trying to actually solve problems. He is more than a little mentally scarred by various experiences in his past, and thus is seen as psychopathic by some due to his eccentricity and apparent cruelty. Weakness: He's a puny human meatsack. Bio: Growing up as an orphan, Anthony never knew his real parents, and didn't particularly care. In his opinion, his friends were better company than parents ever could be. The years of happily playing in the vast fields around the orphanage, the sun beaming down like a mother beams at her baby, the long grass and flowing rivers and trees waiting to be climbed, are the happiest memories of his life. Most of the other children were girls, and so was his closest friend, who's name he has never revealed. After she was killed in a car accident, and the orphanage was shut down to make room for housing, Anthony fled the country. He walked the Earth for an extremely long time, fleeing from immigration officers in countless countries. That is, until the planet was pulled out of space and into a pocket dimension. He currently lives as a nomad on Earth 2, travelling as he did on his homeworld, spreading hope and morale that not even he himself has.

OOC: Please may anyone reading excuse the lameness of this post, my writing batteries need recharging. IC: Tadris Life went on for the village of Ta-Koro, and life went on also for Tadris, Toa of fire, whether he wished it or not. He was a Toa. His dark deed was done, yes, but he had survived the encounter with death, and he was going to make the most of it. Whether fate had a deliberate reason for this or if it was just a coincidence, he did not care. What he did care about was the sweet taste of life. Firm but delicate. The people of Tadris' home village continued their lives as he stood in the place where only a day previously, he had fought with the Matoran. Now, he was dead, but his name lived on, and always would in Tadris' memories: Quatan. All the others in the village below had their own names, their own lives, just as Quatan had his. But Quatan spent it all trying to prove he was somebody else, somebody better. Tadris vowed never to make this or his own mistake ever again. The memories of his life as a Matoran were long gone, and none had reappeared since before Rucia's death. But for some reason, it didn't seem to matter so much anymore. The past had happened, it was gone. All Tadris ever wanted to focus on now was moving ever onwards, to find Rynekk again to see if he was okay. Regrets and lost memories were all just obstacles, they could only slow him down. So what better way to move swiftly forward than using a mask of speed? The Hau-shaped mask in his left hand dangled and looked up at him, and he down at it, into its eyeholes. After some contemplation, he raised it slowly and fitted the face of the Great Spirit over his own. He felt his body fill with strength, his powers and colour return to him. With one last look of the village, he smirked, his mask beginning to glow. Then, without warning, he took off at the speed of sound, with a mighty eruption of dust that followed him into the horizon. OOC: Tadris to Po-Wahi.

yo i wanna play dis gaim Name: Anthony Williams Gender: Male Faction: None, but tends to help out the Paxitrons and Children of Primus as much as possible. Homeworld: Earth 1 Appearance: A heart-shaped face capped with slightly spiked-up, sticky-outy short hazel brown hair. Beneath his ice blue eyes are dark bags from lack of sleep, and below them a sharp-edged jaw ending in a somewhat pointy chin. His nose looks as if it has been broken multiple times, and more than a few of his teeth are chipped or broken. He is by no means muscular but he isn't overly fat or skinny either, with dark, tanned white skin and large feet and hands. His entire body is covered in deep scars from various escapades. His voice is a young but hardened growl rife with emotion and torment. He tends to wear buttoned, long sleeved shirts with the sleeves rolled up and fairly tight trousers. Depending on the conditions he may wear a long duffle coat with a sticky-uppy collar and a scarf as well. Weapons: -Two of those really nice shiny silver pistols those gangsters had in that movie. -One Laser Screwdriver that looks a little something like this. It was reverse-engineered from Transformer technology and has such abilities as shooting lasers, opening doors, shooting lasers, unscrewing and screwing screws, shooting lasers, and, of course, shooting lasers. Other Equipment: -A weird, glowing blue diamond thing that sometimes gets really hot and others really cold. So far Anthony hasn't identified a pattern and has no clue what the jewel is, but keeps it as an oddity. -A yo-yo -A snowglobe -A letter opener -A tin of those really nice sweets that taste like lemons and come in tins Skills: Anthony has a fairly limited skill set, but his big heart makes up for it. His primary skill is being very clever, and years of less intelligent people being irritated by this intelligence has made him a very fast runner as well, although neither of these are on a superhuman level. Personality: Although on the outside Ant may seem cold and unkind, beneath his icy exterior lies a kind heart that is in the right place, he just has a funny way of showing it. His philosophy is that actions speak louder than words, and thus spends less time saying nice things and more time taking action and trying to actually solve problems. He is more than a little mentally scarred by various experiences in his past, and thus is seen as psychopathic by some due to his eccentricity and apparent cruelty. Weakness: He's a puny human meatsack. Bio: Growing up as an orphan, Anthony never knew his real parents, and didn't particularly care. In his opinion, his friends were better company than parents ever could be. The years of happily playing in the vast fields around the orphanage, the sun beaming down like a mother beams at her baby, the long grass and flowing rivers and trees waiting to be climbed, are the happiest memories of his life. Most of the other children were girls, and so was his closest friend, who's name he has never revealed. After she was killed in a car accident, and the orphanage was shut down to make room for housing, Anthony fled the country. He walked the Earth for an extremely long time, fleeing from immigration officers in countless countries. That is, until the planet was pulled out of space and into a pocket dimension. He currently lives as a nomad on Earth 2, travelling as he did on his homeworld, spreading hope and morale that not even he himself has.

IC: Tadris "Thank you..." Before Tadris could even breathe the words from mouth, Loren was gone, but his presence remained with him for some time as the young Toa dwelt upon the Guardsman's words. I go through stuff like this too. As much as the sentiment was appreciated, and with all due respect, wasn't Loren a military Matoran? He was trained to fight and undoubtedly to kill. His mind had grown and adapted to the concept of death. Meanwhile, Tadris was only just beginning to comprehend that people died and things ended, the numbness from Rucia's passing only just beginning to subside. And out of nowhere, he finds blood on his own hands. Death's face had appeared suddenly and bite him on the arm. If he himself could barely understand it, how could Loren? How could anyone? How could the world just carry on existing when something so terrible had happened? Just like when Rucia... Left.... Rucia. The image of her brilliant white corpse, wrapped in loose, blood-stained grey robes, her eyes cold and lifeless, the fire that once flared within her put out for good. The image of her stone-cold body flashed before him. And the image of her killer. The Skakdi pirate. Is this how he felt when he killed her? What did he feel when his axe claimed its first victim? He seemed to kill her without so much as a second thought. Was he, like Loren, accustomed to death being a part of life? Or is it that some people can just take it? Lying back down and rolling onto his side, Tadris gazed thoughtfully through the gaping round eyeholes in his mask on the bedside table. His Kakama took the form of a Hau, the mask of shielding. The Hau was frequently used as a symbol for the Great Spirit because of it was seen as the face of protection, which Mata-Nui gave to the Matoran. He wore the face of protection, yet he had killed a Matoran. How could he protect them if he had killed one? Take it, accept it and move on. Maybe he had killed one - but it was an accident, self defence. It was time to put it behind him, and redouble his efforts to do good in the world. Death may be just another path, one that everyone must take. It was time to move on.

Wotz, short for Wotsiznaim, hence the 'W' in my avatar. Funnily enough, I think a large percentage of the people who call me Wotz have no idea what it's short for. Although some people did call me Naim back when I had that username, and Doctor when it was Doctor Wotz (it gave me such a thrill to be called doctor srsly gaiz).

Someone opened a can of vets. The only one of which I recognise is Smeag, but that's only because every RPer is born with him imprinted in their brain. ...Just me...?

Meanwhile, on topic...

It'll give you an error message when you try to send it, but the message will still be sent. [something on-topic to try and redeem myself]

*bows* Oh raspberries, that reminds me. Illicia where are yoouuu~ oh wait no i'm saving her and stuff um *gone*