Well see we have a rule steal a drop mob that player can pk the other as many times as they want till they see the item has been junked or give to them. If said player does steal again and player is to weak to kill they can put a bounty on the person head for x amount of gold till player has junked or give item. Small rules like that make it fun to play dbz mud
Can I be the first to disagree with that? :rolleyes:
27 Jul, 2009, Dubstack wrote in the 182nd comment:
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Its not that I can just make out what is half ass wrote in english and make up the rest as I go along with it.
27 Jul, 2009, Hades_Kane wrote in the 183rd comment:
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Dubstack said:
Well see we have a rule steal a drop mob that player can pk the other as many times as they want till they see the item has been junked or give to them. If said player does steal again and player is to weak to kill they can put a bounty on the person head for x amount of gold till player has junked or give item. Small rules like that make it fun to play dbz mud
You understand that his point was nothing actually relating to the rule, right?
His point was that if someone does something illegal and you attempt to discuss it with them in the way that you post on the forums here, the person who broke the rule has a good chance of actually not understanding what it is you are trying to say to them.
27 Jul, 2009, Hades_Kane wrote in the 184th comment:
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Wow, got triple ninja'd… that doesn't happen often!
28 Jul, 2009, Cratylus wrote in the 189th comment:
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I've received some interesting feedback from folks regarding my last post. I will comment on it in a more Cratylesque form.
Remember the mythical "English major" discussed earlier? Well, my degree is not English, but for a while I pursued a Master's in English. I had to drop it because of some major life changes…I just ran out of free time. But until then, it was great fun. I wound up having opportunity to study Old English…a fabulously interesting language.
Doc J was great. She loved the language…reveled in it, was merciless in making us remember the conjugations for declensions. I had the advantage of having studied German before, so my brain already had the machinery in place for identifying mood, agency, grammatical gender, part of speech, etc, and spinning the wheels to make em all match. Those poor newbies in my class were *hurtin*, but I loved her attention to detail and discipline in making us compose grammatical Old English.
So anyway, we got handed assignments for presentations, mine was about the evolution of a living language, so I put together this rockin presentation, complete with videos. It was pretty witty in composition (demonstrating grammatical errors by using them in clever ways, etc) and outright funny in spots. You know me, I can lay it on. And the videos of course were crowd pleasers. One was "I Speak Jive" from Airplane!, another "Romanes Eunt Domus" from Life of Brian.
I ended my presentation with a flourish after the Romanes clip… describing the centurion as a laughable example of the kind of pedant that ought be dismissed if the situation calls for it. The kind of arrogant nitpicker that would sooner murder you than countenance your butchery of their language. I had that class in stitches, and in the palm of my hand. When I closed they were laughing and applauding, and when the lights came fully up, I suddenly realized why. I saw Doc J's face, and she was applauding, but her smile was thin and brittle.
I understood finally why I'd so enjoyed putting that presentation together. Why I'd felt so inspired. Why I'd ended with Romanes. My presentation was a none-too-subtle indictment of the weeks of torture Doc J had subjected the class to, and that I'd resented more than I'd known. I set her up as that centurion then smashed her in the face with the roars of approval of the class. It was horrendous and to this day I am confused by the humiliation I so enjoyed delivering to someone I liked and respected. She was a total sport about it, of course. But what was my deal?
There's a saying about the French. They don't care what you say, as long as you pronounce it correctly. Untrue, of course, but it gets to the heart of something that I think bothers all of us more than we realize. The pedantry of those more focused on how we communicate rather than what we have to say is a kind of refutation of the legitimacy of our statements. It feels worse than a denial of the validity of our point…it's feels like the complete disregard of any point we might have.
That's why I think I did such a good job insulting Doc J, and I think I understand what dubstack might be feeling. We're down his throat about grammar wielding the sword of our collective disapproval. He knows only that he's going to fight for the validity of what he's saying, and he's hanging in there. I salute him for that, and sincerely hope he understands he has my Boba Fett nod in that regard.
And so I want to be sure that he understands there's more to my posts than "the guy who made fun of the colors thing." In short bursts he's likely to read, I explained what I really think, in a way that I think might actually make a difference.
Sure, there's probably more mockery in it than I consciously meant, as in the case of my presentation. It's hard to keep all one's demons reined in all the time. But I meant it in good faith, and hope it is accepted in good humor.
Above all, though, I hope he reads it and gets the fucking message. I mean, seriously, what the shit, dude.
Can I be the first to disagree with that? :rolleyes: