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The Hummingbird

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    Penguin Overlord

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    Writing, drawing, reading, sleeping
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    Expert Charcoal Wielder, Conte Crayon Adept, Surveyor of Acrylics

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  1. The Hummingbird

    Flying away!

    So, it's time for me to go. For reasons, I am not the board leader of Genesaris anymore and even the new leader was chosen without my input. So clearly, I am not wanted here, therefore I am finally leaving for good. I had some swell times here, thank you for those who provided that. Oh, contact King if you have questions about Genesaris, he's now in charge.
  2. The Hummingbird

    Birthday wishes this year?

    Happy Birthday dude!
  3. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    Why New York?
  4. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    Super awkward when someone younger than you tries hitting on you. I was walking home from work the other day and this young man, who looked no older than 18, started walking beside me, said I didn't know him, and proceeded to ask me out (he was actually pretty smooth about it). I told him I was married and he said, "Yeah, all the cute ones are." He was actually quite handsome, so I don't think he'll have too hard a time finding someone willing and able to go out with him.
  5. The Hummingbird

    Genesaris | Ask me Anything!

    Yes, definitely.
  6. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    I won a karaoke contest once. I can't sing at all - might as well be tone deaf. I was singing It's My Life by Bon Jovi, flung open my trenchcoat near the end, swung it over my head and threw it on the ground. Yes, I mutilated the song, but everyone loved it. Got 15 dollars for the college bookstore.
  7. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    When you get one more fish stick than the box said you'd get...
  8. The Hummingbird

    Lyric Talk -- Literally 2.0

    You can't quit until you try You can't live until you die You can't learn to tell the truth until you learn to lie Can't breathe until you choke You gotta laugh when you're the joke There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive Just open your eyes Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful. Will you swear on your life, That no one will cry at my funeral?
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    Rest well, my love! I'll be here when you get back.
  10. I don't know what it is, but that beefly is adorable.
  11. The Hummingbird

    Artifact Quest Log

    I think Twitterpated was going for Silentium, but I'm not sure if he abandoned it or still is. You might want to message him.
  12. Contrary to popular belief, Raze is human and makes mistakes. But on the bright side, so are you.

  13. Hummingbirds are the only birds that can fly backwards. Hi, I'm Raze. Welcome to Valucre! Your characters look interesting. Hopefully we'll write together someday!
  14. The Hummingbird

    General chat thread

    Don't worry about a thing, Benny. We're all be here when you heal. Turn on some good movies and relax.
  15. The Hummingbird

    When Night met Rosa

    “Of course. You are welcome anytime, my lady,” Shimmering Winds said. He watched as Night exited the tent with his bride. When they were gone, he reached up to touch a finger to a pendant strung about his neck, whispering excitedly to more than few contacts. Soon, news of Night and Rosa’s engagement would be all over the camp. Night wove his way through the tents, nodding and smiling to those who greeted him with warmth and disbelief. To his people, seeing him up and without pain was a delightful surprise, and would be subject to discussion and theories that would be talked of late into the night. Not everyone knew it was Rosa’s special ability, and none who did or merely suspected understood it. Many wanted to stop Night and ask what sort of miracle he had come upon, but once Night let it known that Rosa was ambassador from Nvengaria and he was escorting her to the springs, they let him well enough alone. A new tent had been erected around the entrance to the springs, which had changed from simply a hole in the ground with a rickety ladder to a small altar with stone steps, courtesy of Arcantian earth mages. Night warned Rosa to be careful as he led the way down; it was dark, and easy to trip despite the steps. But as they continued downward into the ground, the shadows began to lighten rather than deepen. “Here we are,” Night said as he stepped out into the cavern that housed the springs. Crystals – stalactites and stalagmites – grew from ceiling and ground, sparkling with magical and natural light. Of all sizes and shapes, some cut into more fanciful designs, they flashed in the torches set in a ring around a great pool of shimmering water, clear as polished glass. There was a small, white stone rail set around the pool and steps leading into the water. There were a few queer shrooms growing near the banks of the pool, just beneath the surface, and if one looking closely enough could see the spores seeping from their heads. It was the spores that lent the pool its purifying and healing qualities. Whether by coincidence or someone’s design, the pool was entirely vacant. Rosa and Night were the only ones there. “Surely not as luxurious was what you’re used to, but here we are,” Night said to Rosa, his voice echoing softly in the chamber.