So... I've got a big Titan's Revolt announcement coming tomorrow! I just need to finish writing it...
If you need so much time to write this, I'm afraid of how big this wall of text will be. I guess I'll need to finish the current book that I'm reading soon....
Just finished my RC2 LP in hardcore mode and my Blue Yeti mic finally came in the mail... My body is ready for one of the like, 3-4 epic maps that are supposed to be out soon ("soon" is a strong word... and pretty weird too if you say it over and over... Soon... Soon... Sooooooooon... Sewn)
Just finished my RC2 LP in hardcore mode and my Blue Yeti mic finally came in the mail... My body is ready for one of the like, 3-4 epic maps that are supposed to be out soon ("soon" is a strong word... and pretty weird too if you say it over and over... Soon... Soon... Sooooooooon... Sewn)
Congrats man!! That's a monumentous achievement! Can't wait to see your other LPs. Septum Immoriel hard core now that would be a challenge!!
The shadows in the depths tightened. Constricting suddenly, with the force of a thousand gales, the tiniest of sources light drained from the cavern, and blackness awoke. Chains, made from etherial shade hung from dark iron mounts on the walls - shattered by the Scribes - and within this stygian twilight, the Titans awoke. Within the gloom, seventeen eyes awoke, blinked twice, and vanished.
Blind Aegon screamed. Chained to the Obsidian watch-stone, the immortal Scribe felt the awakening and the whispers from the fallen scribes in the aether around him overwhelmed his psyche. They howled as if their lives were again severed from their bodies, six words: "The Titans awake, the Gods fall". Blind Aegon's throat began to ache, as his voice wore to nothing. The warning had been sounded. The Scribes - bar himself and some faceless acolyte - were dead. Blind Aegon knew it was well deserved - the Gods had become tyrants, and they needed to fall. But he had disagreed with the method - awakening the Titans. Clearly, the Acolyte had succeeded where the others had failed. By offering their own hearts to the Gods, the Titans awoke.
Blind Aegon knew nothing but darkness, but even the Titan's presence had given him solace. Barbaric creatures of the depths of the underworld itself, the Titans were elemental forces that came into existance long before the Gods. Brutal and quick to anger, they would seek the fall of the Gods. But Blind Aegon knew the way to stop them. He did not want the fall of the Gods - nor the fall of the Titans. Blind Aegon wanted the freedom of the world from any divine interference. He would speak to the Acolyte, and show him the truth of the world itself. The secrets of the Underworld - freedom.
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The Monument to the Gods shone briefly, as the whispers faded from the Acolyte's mind. The Gods were appeased, and the Titans were awake. The Acolyte had succeeded, where all the other Scribes had failed - the world could perhaps be safe now.
Then the ceiling collapsed. Chunks of golden earth rained down, as dust filled the Acolyte's vision.
Seventeen dark figures descended from the shattering rooftop, landing in a circle around the Acolyte. A darkened dome shimmered into existance around the Acolyte, protecting them from the shattering Monument. The Titans had arrived. Dark voices invaded his head.
"Show us the way to the Gods, Scribe." The Acolyte quaked - the very prescence of these figures, ancient and unknown - he found he could not speak. "SPEAK!", one roared, its face contorting into rage. The Acolyte inhaled deeply, looked up at the Titan, and spoke: "I do not know."
"Then die," the dark creature howled, and seventeen fists descended onto the Acolyte. He braced for the impacted, and accepted death willingly.
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"Hello, Scribe," a tired voice said. The Acolyte looked around in confusion. Before him stood two men. One, old and wizened, was chained to a rock as dark as night. The other was tall, wearing blue, and had golden eyes that seemed to stare through the Acolyte. "You may call me Blind Aegon," said the chained man. "This is the Curator." The Acolyte gasped, as he recognized the name.
"You're one of the Gods," he said.
The Curator smiled slightly. "You could say that. I consider myself something else though. I am not God, nor am I a Titan. I am the Curator. Now that you have woken the Titans, a war has started, Scribe. You're going to fight in it."
"Fight?"
"Aegon and I have spoken. You will be our conduit in this war. We will be sending you to the Underworld, where the source of the Titan's powers rest. You will gather them, and take them to the birthplace of the gods. Then the war will truly begin." The Curator smiled slightly again, and a chill ran down the Acolyte's spine. "Purge the world..." the Curator whispered.
"What will this do though?" The Acolyte asked. "I was lied to before, why should I believe you now?"
The Curator chuckled softly. "You may just have to trust us, Scribe. Good luck." The God waved his had, and the Acolyte died. The world below grasped as his mind and his soul, shadows surrounding him, and pulling him into the depths itself. The Underworld beckoned.
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Blind Aegon and the Curator sat in silence for several moments, before the Curator spoke. "Call the Titans. We will fight with them." Aegon nodded, and the Curator reached out and touched the old man's chains. They shattered, and the pieces slowly were absorbed into the Curator's skin. He fell to the ground briefly, before struggling to his feet. "Thank you, Curator", Aegon said, but the God was already gone.
The Revolt had begun.
The Titans Rise:
BoneHead777 - Titan of Reflection
Brandonn - Titan of Ascension
Csillagvihar - Titan of the Flames
Draco_Rogue - Titan of the West Wind
Drago - Titan of the Shadows
Dylan - Conscriptor of the Underworld
Fangride - The Curator Hybran - Titan of Bearing With These Lazy Scrubs For Two Years
Krose - Titan of Blood
Knaroef - Titan of the Lost
Mattgeek1997 - Titan of Force
McWeaksauce - Titan of the Scarred
MistaGrinch - The Boatman
Mr. Indigo - Titan of Stone
Ragirk - Titan of Secrets
Reshif - Titan of the Mind
Rockenroll4life - Titan of the Sky
Taschneide - The Fallen God
The Sketch - Titan of the North Wind
TikaroHD - Titan of the Underworld
TheXhen - Titan of the Swamp
Just finished my RC2 LP in hardcore mode and my Blue Yeti mic finally came in the mail... My body is ready for one of the like, 3-4 epic maps that are supposed to be out soon ("soon" is a strong word... and pretty weird too if you say it over and over... Soon... Soon... Sooooooooon... Sewn)
How many more episodes do you have to upload before your finished with the map?
Now, can all of you stop asking me why progress on The Painter has slowed recently? pls Now you know. (Not talking to anyone in particular, but it's come up several times recently in different places...)
Now, can all of you stop asking me why progress on The Painter has slowed recently? pls Now you know. (Not talking to anyone in particular, but it's come up several times recently in different places...)
Also, that is some delicious lore.
All that means is now you get to be asked when your work on that will be done so you can work on The Painter more.
Then when that is answered when The Painter will be released.
omahgahomahgahomahgashomahhhhhgaaaaaawwwwwwssssshhhhh
If you need so much time to write this, I'm afraid of how big this wall of text will be. I guess I'll need to finish the current book that I'm reading soon....
Congrats man!! That's a monumentous achievement! Can't wait to see your other LPs. Septum Immoriel hard core now that would be a challenge!!
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Retired StaffImpossible* One area sorta requires you to die to progress, so Hardcore is not an actual option.
Fang then make a hardcore version THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN
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Retired StaffThe shadows in the depths tightened. Constricting suddenly, with the force of a thousand gales, the tiniest of sources light drained from the cavern, and blackness awoke. Chains, made from etherial shade hung from dark iron mounts on the walls - shattered by the Scribes - and within this stygian twilight, the Titans awoke. Within the gloom, seventeen eyes awoke, blinked twice, and vanished.
Blind Aegon screamed. Chained to the Obsidian watch-stone, the immortal Scribe felt the awakening and the whispers from the fallen scribes in the aether around him overwhelmed his psyche. They howled as if their lives were again severed from their bodies, six words: "The Titans awake, the Gods fall". Blind Aegon's throat began to ache, as his voice wore to nothing. The warning had been sounded. The Scribes - bar himself and some faceless acolyte - were dead. Blind Aegon knew it was well deserved - the Gods had become tyrants, and they needed to fall. But he had disagreed with the method - awakening the Titans. Clearly, the Acolyte had succeeded where the others had failed. By offering their own hearts to the Gods, the Titans awoke.
Blind Aegon knew nothing but darkness, but even the Titan's presence had given him solace. Barbaric creatures of the depths of the underworld itself, the Titans were elemental forces that came into existance long before the Gods. Brutal and quick to anger, they would seek the fall of the Gods. But Blind Aegon knew the way to stop them. He did not want the fall of the Gods - nor the fall of the Titans. Blind Aegon wanted the freedom of the world from any divine interference. He would speak to the Acolyte, and show him the truth of the world itself. The secrets of the Underworld - freedom.
---
The Monument to the Gods shone briefly, as the whispers faded from the Acolyte's mind. The Gods were appeased, and the Titans were awake. The Acolyte had succeeded, where all the other Scribes had failed - the world could perhaps be safe now.
Then the ceiling collapsed. Chunks of golden earth rained down, as dust filled the Acolyte's vision.
Seventeen dark figures descended from the shattering rooftop, landing in a circle around the Acolyte. A darkened dome shimmered into existance around the Acolyte, protecting them from the shattering Monument. The Titans had arrived. Dark voices invaded his head.
"Show us the way to the Gods, Scribe." The Acolyte quaked - the very prescence of these figures, ancient and unknown - he found he could not speak. "SPEAK!", one roared, its face contorting into rage. The Acolyte inhaled deeply, looked up at the Titan, and spoke: "I do not know."
"Then die," the dark creature howled, and seventeen fists descended onto the Acolyte. He braced for the impacted, and accepted death willingly.
---
"Hello, Scribe," a tired voice said. The Acolyte looked around in confusion. Before him stood two men. One, old and wizened, was chained to a rock as dark as night. The other was tall, wearing blue, and had golden eyes that seemed to stare through the Acolyte. "You may call me Blind Aegon," said the chained man. "This is the Curator." The Acolyte gasped, as he recognized the name.
"You're one of the Gods," he said.
The Curator smiled slightly. "You could say that. I consider myself something else though. I am not God, nor am I a Titan. I am the Curator. Now that you have woken the Titans, a war has started, Scribe. You're going to fight in it."
"Fight?"
"Aegon and I have spoken. You will be our conduit in this war. We will be sending you to the Underworld, where the source of the Titan's powers rest. You will gather them, and take them to the birthplace of the gods. Then the war will truly begin." The Curator smiled slightly again, and a chill ran down the Acolyte's spine. "Purge the world..." the Curator whispered.
"What will this do though?" The Acolyte asked. "I was lied to before, why should I believe you now?"
The Curator chuckled softly. "You may just have to trust us, Scribe. Good luck." The God waved his had, and the Acolyte died. The world below grasped as his mind and his soul, shadows surrounding him, and pulling him into the depths itself. The Underworld beckoned.
---
Blind Aegon and the Curator sat in silence for several moments, before the Curator spoke. "Call the Titans. We will fight with them." Aegon nodded, and the Curator reached out and touched the old man's chains. They shattered, and the pieces slowly were absorbed into the Curator's skin. He fell to the ground briefly, before struggling to his feet. "Thank you, Curator", Aegon said, but the God was already gone.
The Revolt had begun.
The Titans Rise:
BoneHead777 - Titan of Reflection
Brandonn - Titan of Ascension
Csillagvihar - Titan of the Flames
Draco_Rogue - Titan of the West Wind
Drago - Titan of the Shadows
Dylan - Conscriptor of the Underworld
Fangride - The Curator
Hybran - Titan of Bearing With These Lazy Scrubs For Two YearsKrose - Titan of Blood
Knaroef - Titan of the Lost
Mattgeek1997 - Titan of Force
McWeaksauce - Titan of the Scarred
MistaGrinch - The Boatman
Mr. Indigo - Titan of Stone
Ragirk - Titan of Secrets
Reshif - Titan of the Mind
Rockenroll4life - Titan of the Sky
Taschneide - The Fallen God
The Sketch - Titan of the North Wind
TikaroHD - Titan of the Underworld
TheXhen - Titan of the Swamp
EDIT: Updated people involved!
Sweet jesus that text. I'm going to need awhile to read all of that.
Oh boy, now I'm getting excited. Fangride, any idea when we can get our hands on it? (I just finished Insomnia and am going through a CTM withdrawal.)
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How many more episodes do you have to upload before your finished with the map?
Just in time to be busy with college... bahhh who am I kidding, I'm a bloody lazy student
Bring it on
Let's just say the last episode is on a kinky number ;P
Wow
Now, can all of you stop asking me why progress on The Painter has slowed recently? pls Now you know. (Not talking to anyone in particular, but it's come up several times recently in different places...)
Also, that is some delicious lore.
All that means is now you get to be asked when your work on that will be done so you can work on The Painter more.
Then when that is answered when The Painter will be released.
It never ends. Never.