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We would like to give our great thanks to one of our reliable workhorses inside Project Odin for this analysis of the PCU and ultimately its consequences for RP on Argent Dawn.
Big Billy is a well known, one could say antique player from Argent Dawn's oldest times. We appreciate his input greatly as someone who has been around for even longer than we have has perspective that players today simply do not have on how things have changed.
It is support of him and others, like yourselves good readers, who have kept this place afloat over the years.
#confessions of argent dawn#pcu#argent dawn eu#perroy#hypocrisy#harassment#erp#the rotgarde#bullying#project odin
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The Ashen Division - The Truth and Their Shady Past.
@argentdawnsecrets - You may like this one! Since @consequencesofargentdawn won't post about it, as we've contacted them multiple times and we're under the suspicion they only serve to see the downfall of the PCU and are either openly supporting Felentrick or have an editor from the Ashen Division situated on their team, here is a harsh and bitter truth about the Ashen Division. (But that's not to say COAD are bad, they're good at what they do, but there purpose seems to be.. "Fading" perhaps we'll collab?) https://www.tumblr.com/consequencesofargentdawn/707276387800793089/the-pcu-said-they-arent-going-to-help-horde?source=share "If they believe they can't control guilds or individuals involved in something, such as the Ashen Division, then they simply label these guilds as "cringe" and "bad roleplayers" and use sabotage tactics until they either get their own way or turn others against their competition. The solution? Cut the PCU out of RP. They want to be self-sufficient anyway and brag about how much RP they get so why include them?" ... But they are bad.. not in the sense of roleplay, but in another sense. For those of you who aren't aware of who the Ashen Division are they're a warband/militia on Horde Side lead by Felentrick who has a tendnacy for basing his guilds and characters which are godly of enterainment shows such as "Vikings" and "The Last Kingdom", they have disbanded and rebranded countless of times not for good reasons, first as "The Ashen Council" then the "Ashen Blade", "The Silver Inquistion" on an Alliance (Duskwood Based) and finally again "The Ashen Order." Some of you may recall a while back from the Barrens Campaign the casteration RP they where actively engaging in with a PCU guild called "The Razor Hill Raiders" which where a guild filled with individuals who actively made threats of rape, exploited individuals and bullied/made an active attempt of encouragement of suicide for anybody they had a disagreement with, one of their Members actually use to be in the Ashen Order and was a close friend of a Belf Rogue called "Val" (as to which I'm a close friend with) which we'll get into in a moment, said member was also responsible for the Bullying of Brigantee Summerisle (who unforunately passed away recently) which they did an interview with and later posted said interview on youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ThJUfwKQXU
"So Nuttybearluminary, what's your jist - what are you getting at here?" I don't believe COAD should be supporting both Felentrick and The Ashen Division for the following reasons: Felentrick has created multiple guilds in the past each of which has served a purpose of grooming the young vulnerable female player base, effectively preying on said vulnerabilities and exploiting them as a means to gather "favours" either in the romantic sense or explicit, then later sharing gathered explicit images he'd gathered from said vulnerable circle with his inner circle. His sexual exploits weren't just in the nature of blackmailing, power-tripping, guilt tripping, grooming but also in the sense of Goldshire ERP, we as a team have strong intel and reason to believe he once upon a time regularly engaged with Incest RP with a player called "Daniq" from a guild called "Rustic Mafia" which a lot of you "oldies" will remember from the famous door RP, in fact the two where regular friends - so much of friends that Felentrick actual has out of character images of her which the two had exchanged. Let's also not forget his accomplace "Archér" who a lot of you will recall from similar behaviour of both Felentrick and the Razor Hill Raiders combined. A first example: Felentrick use to be in a guild with Sweedish Player who use to play a character called "Lorainne" and lead a "Spire" like guild, as a means to not the dox the person we'll refer to her as her character name, Lorainne was a mother who was going through complex trauma in her marriage outside of the game and had confinded in Felentrick, Felentrick preyed on this vulnerability, gathered explicit images - shared said explicit images with his guild members, took control from her over her guild in persuit of power, disbanded said guild and took the Guilds playerbase to form the Ashen Council with the promise "She would be an Officer if she didn't speak a word about his exploits." a false promise as he later cut ties with said player in persuit of further sexual exploits from my old friend "Val." A second Example, one that AD may recall the uproar about: Now... "Valendrine..." remember when i said "Old friend"? well, there's a reasons i cut ties with her a while back, the two made quite the pair, bonnie and clyde to be exact and she was truly into the whole "Exploiting young vulnerable girls." Agenda, however their intended victim a player called "Veiala" things didn't go quite as planned, this time once he'd obtained sexual images from her through the means of exploitation and preying on her poor mental health and after sharing them once more around his inner circle, she'd got wind after an honest player from his inner circle had confronted him and informed her.
In fact things got so bad, that the whole Grooming circle Felentrick and his inner companions had going on at the time? It was esculated to the police and discord a company who very rarely act on bad behaviour, seized his account and handed old chats over to the local authority as an investigation was launched at the time, hence why he has two accounts now: His Old that was Seized
His new that is currently active:
After fleeing into hiding with half the server on his case and being found out both on Alliance and Horde, he'd rebranded his character under a completely different name and this quote that COAD had quoted: "They say that the ones in charge of it are cringe and that the Ashen Division (One of the guilds helping) are shitty RPers who aren't really Horde anyway. They were on board at first until they learned who was part of it and collectively agreed to ignore it." I find that extremely hard to believe, why you ask? well backtrack to before i'd mentioned the quote, about being in hiding and renaming his character? He'd actually covertly joined the Highblood Myrmidons and was an active member within the PCU until he was found out by the Guild Leader and removed from the guild (Not even the PCU wanted him or wanted to touch him) which their old officers who now stand against the PCU may attest to. What concerns me now as a returning Horde Player is that this gentleman (If you can call him that) with clear ill-intentions and his guild which serves as nothing more than likely another grooming ring and mary sue universe for the almighty Viking influenced "Felentrick" has taken the front on apprently "Reviving" horde RP We have intel from former guild members that Felentrick is very much aware of this and believes he currently holds power and influence over who "Gets to RP" and who "Dosen't" as he is, in his very own words "Single-handedly reviving the Horde." We also have further intel that though he is reviving, the very same gate-keeping methods that the PCU used to protect their bubble Felentrick is also actively using - both because he believes himself to be superior to others and because he dosen't want anybody snooping around such as COAD investigators or others and exposing his shady past. Fortunately due to the collobrative investgation of our team, combined with former associates of his that date back to 2021, we've managed to jump the gun and get one step ahead, so here you have it, the truth - Thank you and Good Night. (Special Thanks to two (Name redacted) former HBM Officers, One (Name Redacted) Silver Inquistion former member, thanks to "K" former frozen pawn member and many others for contributing to this Article.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ybRdy2u3Pc
#coad#Felentrick#Telazane#The Ashen Division#PCU#World of warcraft#Roleplay#Argent Dawn#High blood myrmidons#perroy#argentdawnsecrets#Truth#WowAD#WowRP#Daniq#Rustic Mafia#Alliance#Horde
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Hello there Rangerlings! As you might have noticed I'm working on a fanfic on ao3 together with my girlfriend. It's called "The important man" and it's a cralt fic with oc's in it. We just uploaded chapter 13, and we thought since the first oc, Benjamin Perroy, has been introduced it would be a nice idea to post the character design here for ya'll to see :)
There's also some information about him, and a few brief scenes of the newest chapter, so if you haven't read it yet and they seem interesting to you feel free to check the fanfic out! We love to get comments and support about it so don't hesitate to tell us what you think :)
#crowley meratyn#ranger's apprentice#halt o'carrick#ra#rangers apprentice#cralt#ra fanfic#ranger's apprentice oc
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Gal & Torquato Só quero saber
Do que pode dar certo
Não tenho tempo a perder.
–– “Go Back”, poema de 1971 de Torquato Neto (1944-1972), aniversariante de 9 de novembro – na imagem, Gal Costa e Torquato em foto de 1968 de Olivier Perroy.
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It's like a ballet
Summary:
In 1650 London, in a territory divided by war between the English and the Scots, Aziraphale gets into trouble but finds a way to make Crowley forgive him again and again. Notes:
AVAUNT! If you are Neil Gaiman. Sorry Sir, we wan't risk any danger. For everyone: WELCOME! Fanfiction written by me, illustrated by Nica @the-curious-lady-blog (@nicachan91 on Twitter). We are Italian, English is not our first language. Feel free to send suggestions for improvements. Thank you for taking the time to read this attempt to spread joy.
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LONDON 1650
OLD ST PAUL’S CATHEDRAL - August 31st.
Aziraphale never misses a chance to wander among the bookbinders' and booksellers' shops in the precincts of Saint Paul's Cathedral, looking for new publications or some rare volumes. He loves wandering through the crowds, and mingling among the people gives him a sense of security. That's why it seems the best place for him to meet Crowley. Just as he is turning a freshly printed volume over in his hands, admiring its fine binding, Crowley approaches him with a wary eye.
‘I’m back.’
‘How did it go? Were you... successful?’
‘Yes, let's say so. I brought some supplies with me. Would you…like?'
Aziraphale gazes at Crowley with a side eye, commenting with his best intrigued expression.
‘Oh Crowley, I'm still not clear if I'm allowed... I mean. The drink that the Supreme Archangel Gabriel serves to the prophets to replenish their energy for preaching...was probably stolen by...you...demons...to deconsecrate it! I shouldn’t...'
Crowley rolls his eyes upwards.
‘Angel, I came all the way to Venice to get this…’, and pats his hand on his hip, making a dull noise against the packet he was hiding under the fabric of his clothes. He continues, showing his teeth. ‘Don't you think that if it was sacrilege they wouldn't have allowed a coffee shop to open in one of the major capitals of the Mediterranean?’
Aziraphale mumbles unconvinced. Then he smiles and raises an arm to attract the dealer's attention and buy the book he was clutching tightly in his hands, fearing that someone else was interested in buying it. Crowley follows him as he makes his way through the throng of voices. He approaches his shoulder to discreetly continue his speech.
'I was wondering... if you could... well... keep... for me... on your property, my coffee.’
He ends quickly and with a cough.
Aziraphale turns away.
‘Me? Hold the sinful drink? Why can't you keep it yourself?’
Crowley wrinkles his nose and snorts: ‘Mala tempora current.’
Aziraphale sighs. ‘Yes, it's a bad time for everyone, with the civil war, the court in check... and that Cromwell…’. He shoots Crowley a sidelong glance ‘Wait, aren't you the one behind all this?’
Crowley looks at him indignantly ‘Of course not! Mala tempora current, is the last dispatch I received from Hell. You know how they are over there. They liked when human use to speak Latin, they find it easy, not like Babylonian. They adopted it as a kind of official language... if you want to make a communication to Hell and get attention you have to use Latin. Send dispatches? Latin. Summon a demon? Latin. Exorcise a demon? Latin. I try to tell them that things change quickly here but they don't want to know….'
Aziraphale was leading him out of the crowd. 'All right, my dear, but why do I have to hold your coffee?’
‘Mala tempora current, I said, is the dispatch requesting my presence in Scotland, I must return immediately to Dunbar…'
‘Ah, some mortally evil temptation…'
‘Nah! Humans, as usual, do everything themselves. I just have to attend and make believe downstairs that I've damned a few battling souls. But I'm not going to risk my precious loot. I've done the impossible to get it’. Crowley mutters something, shaking his head.
Aziraphale looks surprised and vaguely disappointed. 'Oh. Oh. So you're leaving London again. All right, all right. I was hoping you could be my godfather, but I'll ask Mr Perroy, my estate neighbour... You know I bought some land just outside London, right?’
‘Yes, of course I know it and... wait! Godfather? For what? - Crowley returned to attention, seeking Aziraphale's gaze. - Not for what I think! Angel! Don't tell me you challenged someone to a duel!’
His tone had become abrupt, almost aggressive.
Aziraphale's face lights up and he replies all happy. ‘No no! ...It was he who challenged me! Isn't it exciting?’. He would have clapped his hands if he hadn’t occupied them with the books he had bought.
Crowley grunts, bringing a hand to his forehead. ‘You don't realise, Angel.’
‘But Crowley, why? This is so exciting! Like the old days, a matter of honour…’. Aziraphale gloats. Crowley becomes exasperatedly irritated.
‘You do not understand! You risk being discorporated. Duels nowadays can be deadly! There is no more chivalry and they are not regulated by law. Who challenged you? Why? What are you accused of?’
Aziraphale is embarrassed and starts telling the story from the beginning, babbling, talking about angels, demons, miracles, temptations. ‘Oh, damn, keep it short!’
Aziraphale tells all in one breath, doe-eyed: ‘As it happens, I performed a few miracles here and there, at court and in Parliament, to convince a few people not to fight and they deserted. Let's just say that the two factions didn't take it very well and since they managed to trace me as a common acquaintance, Lord Romford accused me of espionage and of being a double agent. He demanded satisfaction…'
Crowley grunts, trying to contain his anger.
‘I. Had. Told. You. To stay out of it! I know this sort of thing. When humans are intent on making war on each other there is no miracle that saves them or temptation that makes things worse.’
He snorts, trying to regain control of his tone of voice.
‘I'm trying to find out about this Romford. You do what you can to avoid the duel and…'
‘I have already accepted!’, Aziraphale interrupts him. Crowley grunts.
‘Well, you don't need me, you can easily defend your honor, just a little miracle and you'll be safe…’, he said trying to calm himself, first.
‘Oh, not at all! I don't want to cheat! It would not be honorable at all!’
The demon roars unnerved.
‘Come on, Crowley, it's like a ballet! Only with a rapier in hand. And it just so happens that I have right under my arm the latest and greatest fencing manuals from which I will undoubtedly learn all the secrets necessary to... Crowley?’. Out of it, the demon pulls out the packet containing the coffee, pushes it against Aziraphale's chest. 'I’d better go to Edinburgh.’
‘Crowley? Crowley! I'm talking to you, get back here!’, try to insist Aziraphale.
‘Take care…’, and with a fluttering gesture of his hand Crowley points to nothing specific and turns his back on him, leaving Aziraphale in doubt as to whether he was talking about the coffee or him.
DUNBAR - September 2nd - two days later.
Crowley wanders around the camp of the army led by Cromwell, not even bothering to pretend to be a footman or a groom. He is waiting for a demonic messenger and wants to be found concentrating on inspecting the troops, even though his thoughts are elsewhere. The moon is high in the sky when Mammon emerges from the bowels of the earth and awaits him among the roots of an ancient tree. ‘Ave Crowley!’, he calls to him as he approaches, repeating ‘Hello! Hello! Hello!’
Crowley does not wait for the messenger to take the initiative and buries him with unsolicited information.
‘Hello Mammon, it's business as usual here, the troops are ready, tomorrow the battle will rage, and if you're already wondering, I've already inspected the ranks of the Scottish royalists as well... tomorrow there will be more bloodshed than you've seen in a long time! - He sniggers, trying to disguise how much he cared more about what he was about to ask than what he was telling. ‘Instead in London, I am interested in the soul of a certain Lord….'
Mammon seemed satisfied with Crowley's account and, as ambassador of England, easily loosened his tongue. ‘Do ut des, Crowley. Your news pleases the Underworld, tomorrow we will hoard souls. But the Lord you're interested in is already damned. Romford is an arrogant blowhard, travelled the world in search of fortune and learned the art of sword fighting in Italy, before returning to England and serving in Parliament. A well-built man with a well-trained physique...a fine piece of craftsmanship damning his soul coin after coin, wouldn't you say?’
Crowley was no longer listening. Aziraphale would not stand a chance.
He feigns disappointment at having been preceded in order to quickly dismiss the host and once alone, exasperated, quickly takes his leave of the demonic envoy.
He wanders off as if to take up position with the armies and stir up the fighting, in case anyone is watching. Instead, he scurries off at a brisk pace back to London.
LONDON - September 3rd - one hour before sunrise
In the mist of a wasteland just outside London, a short distance from the banks of the Thames, the silhouettes of three men, with elegant bearing, faintly emerge. Two of them with a stiff, martial posture. The third, the less physically fit one, looks around hesitantly.
‘Well, it looks like my godfather is not coming, he must have had an impediment’
Aziraphale had not even asked Mr Perroy to be his godfather, in the vain hope that the absence of a witness might lead to the duel being cancelled. He tries his strategy but the pleading look only works with Crowley, apparently.
‘I think it is necessary to postpone, Lord Romford.’
The nobleman appears annoyed and further offended. ‘Lord Fell, this disrespect is intolerable. I consider it further proof of your cowardice and culpability. Only a spy does not even have a comrade to rely on and turn to as a witness during a duel of honour. You will meet the fate that befalls spies here and now!’
Aziraphale was about to retort something when a voice came from the fog, and slowly from the silhouettes of the trees came the slender, dark figure of a man advancing towards them.
‘Sorry, sorry, this fog makes orientation impossible.’
‘Crowley???’. Aziraphale looks displeased. Through clenched teeth he turns to his friend: ‘I was on the verge of cancelling the duel, to the detriment of my honour certainly, because of... your... absence!’
The demon looked at him bewildered, wondering there and then if he had not done better not to turn up at all, but quickly realising that, even without a witness, Aziraphale would meet his fate. And he did not even realise the danger he was facing.
Lord Romford, unscrupulous, presses to fight. His godfather thrusts a rapier into Aziraphale's hand and begins to explain the rules of the fight. Aziraphale obviously does not listen but looks at his friend, still in disbelief at his unexpected appearance, now beginning to be terrified by what awaited him.
The tension slices through. The breaking of dawn causes the fog to slowly descend on the grass.
The indomitable lord strides forward aggressively, Aziraphale stumbles, fumbles with the hilt, trying to remember what he learned in the manuals.
Exasperated Crowley makes a gesture with his hand, from the bottom upwards, invoking a small demonic miracle of succour. The bloody lord's blade becomes heavy and unmanageable. Aziraphale's blade flashes with a distracting light and becomes razor-sharp. It is Romford who spills the first blood and walks away wounded, not badly but enough to consider himself defeated and unable to continue. The angel's honour is saved.
Romford is furious. He gathers his things and vanishes with the first light of dawn, like a nightmare, followed closely by his best man.
Furious Crowley precedes Aziraphale on the road to his abode to retrieve his coffee packet. Aziraphale seems on the verge of bursting into tears, such was the tension he had to relieve. He continues to apologise but Crowley wants his coffee back so he never has to see him again. - I don't want anything more to do with you, Angel! We're done. The battle rages in Dunbar and I'm here sharpening the wrong swords! I told you to stay out of it, that it's not a game. But you, stubborn angel...
Aziraphale's languid stare is not enough this time to end the quarrel. He is more frightened now at the thought of Crowley leaving angry with him than when he was about to face the colonel's blade shortly before. He invokes the demon's forgiveness, to no avail. He must resource himself and find an expedient to dampen his anger. They walk along a dirt road and Aziraphale starts prancing around Crowley humming "You're right, you're right, I'm wrong, you're right!". He concludes with a bow, which bars Crowley's way forcing him to stop and laugh.
‘What was that?’
‘A dance, I believe.’
‘You don’t dance.’
‘I do it if necessary. It worked?’
Aziraphale steps to Crowley's side, trying to catch his facial expression in the hope of catching a hint of a smile.
‘All right, Angel. Apology accepted. But now let's go for coffee, and you… you'll drink it with me. That stuff has to work, I need the strength of forty prophets to recover and return to battle.’
From that moment on, Crowley was crazy for coffee. And for the angel's apology dances.
Aziraphale, on the other hand, did not really appreciate the strong taste of the drink stolen from the Supreme Archangel, perhaps it reminded him that he was at fault with a demon. But he said he simply preferred a good English tea.
#Good Omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#Aziraphale x crowley#good omens fanfiction#minisode#historic minisode#I was wrong dance
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Le bleu
dans l’oeil,
le bleu d’un soir
au duvet lumineux…
Cet azur au-dehors
faisant écho
au bleu du coeur…
Bernard Perroy
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Tu Fan Mafalda Cardenal Lyrics
Tu Fan Lyrics By Mafalda Cardenal, Yo aún me sé tu pedido de siempre Café, pero, porfa, muy corto de leche … Tu Fan Mafalda Cardenal Lyrics Yo aún me sé tu pedido de siempreCafé, pero, porfa, muy corto de lecheY me sé de memoria el cumple de tu perroY que tu mal humor, lo sacas de tu abuelo También sé que tú nunca pides perdónQue prefieres perderme a darme la razónY que no me has mirado nunca…
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PCU and Argent Dawn
Obvious throwaway account. I’ve been debating on making something like this for a while, because this is an issue that has been growing increasingly concerning every single time that something new happens in game. However I’ve been hesitant to actually post something about the topic I’m about to delve into. Why? There are several reasons. First and foremost, I’m not a person who lives for drama. I’m a very secluded person, who suffers from mental issues that I really won’t get into. I do not say this for sympathy points, I say this to make the point clear that drama is the very last thing that I want to get involved with. Secondly as this title suggests this is going to be about the PCU - a group that is very notorious for going to extreme lengths to harass and shit talk people that they deem as enemies. And lastly, well, this is all happening on EU servers. I was hesitant to bring up this topic because let’s face it, it won’t get as much attention as it would if this was happening on American servers. People generally do not care enough over here to do anything about this, and while it is extremely disheartening to see I figured I may as well speak my mind.
Apologies in advance for my rambling nature and the length of this post.
What is the PCU? This question has come up quite a lot on the Alliance side of the server, but for anyone who plays Horde even the mere mention of the name will get you nothing but praise from the people that align with them. To put it bluntly, the PCU (Perroy’s Cinematic Universe) is a collective group of people that follow an individual named Perroy, and as the name suggests, go around making guilds following this guy’s “guidelines” to roleplay on the server of Argent Dawn. And when I say they go around making guilds, I mean quite literally that as of the date of this posting they have 11 Horde guilds and 11 Alliance guilds that have the tag [PCU] in their guild names or descriptions. Every single time a new thing is introduced to the game you can bet that the PCU will make a guild about it. You want a guild full of Zandalari Trolls? Well of course they have a guild for that. Vulpera? Have to be the first guild on the server to have one of those too. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing mind you, they just also seem to have a monopoly of guilds that all sing about providing “quality roleplay to the server of Argent Dawn.” But don’t take my word for it. Take Perroy’s word for it yourself: https://eu.forums.blizzard.com/en/wow/t/the-pcu-now-recruiting-updated-op-server/54704
What’s the issue there you might ask? What’s so bad about wanting to provide a server full of people with quality roleplay?
The issue isn’t the goal that the PCU claims to strive towards, like I stated previously it isn’t necessarily a bad thing to have a guild full of trolls or vulpera or knight roleplayers. But the monopoly itself is one of the biggest issues of the server. Let’s say for example that for some reason you’ve done something to upset a member of the PCU. That member goes to complain to the rest of the guild, who then complains to the leader Perroy, and then suddenly your character is shunned from roleplaying with 20 - 30 other people in that guild. No big deal, you just go on to roleplay with someone else, right?
However, as one might have taken from the scenario, there is a major issue that stands out. Anyone who speaks out against the PCU are labeled as “Anti PCU” and are vilified in their community. A quick search on the EU Argent Dawn forums brings up plenty of PCU labeled topics, a majority of them promoting their army of guilds and going through the comments any one that has a problem with them are very quickly jumped on and are harassed there. And while that behaviour could be limited to the forums, unfortunately it is not. PCU members frequently go around in game “infiltrating” other guilds with their own members, spreading rumours and falsehoods about people that they do not like. And lord forbid you happen to enjoy ERP in the comfort OUTSIDE OF THE GAME. If a member even catches a whiff of you enjoying adult orientated content in roleplay in general, not just wow related, you are blacklisted. Period. Suddenly that character who was shunned just by one guild is shunned by two. Or three. Or five. And soon they find it difficult to find anything other than random walk up city roleplay.
Which in itself lies another issue. Since the PCU strives to make the entire server roleplay their way or the highway, they have frequent ‘raids’ on the two faction capitals of Stormwind and Orgrimmar. Long time server roleplayers know about the infamous raid when the Void Elves were announced - there were mobs and in character lynchings against other player’s will, all for the sake of causing havoc and to express their disdain for the new race. These raids continue to this day, and while the PCU’s side of the argument is that “if you don’t like the roleplay then don’t show up to it”, their argument is impossible to accommodate to. There is simply no way for someone to ignore a massive faction wide roleplay in a major city hub when people are /y typing curse words and emotes. Even if you ignore one person doing it, two more will pop up doing the same thing. The only way to “not show up” is to avoid a major rp hub, which is one of the -only- rp hubs on the server.
Argent Dawn, known for being a roleplaying server, is one of the most difficult servers to roleplay on. People whom I’ve talked to simply do not wish to deal with the PCU so they either don’t RP anymore, or they leave to go somewhere else. And my main issue that I personally have with the PCU isn’t their vile comments, the reports on members being homophobic and racist, the complete narcissistic nature of Perroy or even the bullying and harassment the members do to players. It’s the complete and total lack of empathy from them. Every single argument made against them will be counter argued with “Just don’t ERP”, or “Just go somewhere else if you don’t like what we do.” Their complete lack of self awareness and self righteous gatekeeping on a game that they themselves have no rights to nor do any of them own is what gets to me. Again, I do not wish for drama. I don’t type all of this out to start shit with the PCU or to bring harassment upon their users. I type this because I, as a very tired almost thirty year old, am so sick of seeing the same shit over and over again while I’m in Stormwind or Orgrimmar. For anyone wondering why I didn’t provide any screenshots or “proof” of my claims, the tumblr page https://consequencesofargentdawn.tumblr.com/ has more information than a single person can provide. I suggest looking there.
And with that, thank you for those who read through my ramblings and stuck around. I wish you all nothing but the best and remember. At the end of the day it’s all just a game. And a game is supposed to be about fun.
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so i guess all the rumours about the PCU being a literal shell to funnel characters from its periphery to its core is true then?
korodothal and "elub" (oronaar and assemblage) basically have confirmed the same thing? rotating carousel of members joining, leaving within a week / logging in purely for events / no social rp allowed / guild discord|chat basically used for taking pot shots at people / massively elitist.
This has been known to us for an extremely long time. The PCU guilds (on Alliance mainly) set up by Perroy initially were largely also used to siphon members into the Horde. The only guilds on Alliance that ever had a free standing (ie not controlled by Perroy) were Holy Order of Lordain, Azure Dawn and Ardent Pursuit, of which only the last is now clinging on.
After The Bloody Verdict collapsed due to Vyst being a predator (and Perroy knowing for a long time that he was) it was decided internally that the PCU was a HORDE organisation (The Stygian Legion) and that the Alliance guilds were nothing more than NPCs for events. One of our editors at the time was a member of the Bloody Verdict who experienced the drama that spilled out.
Without Perroy or indeed any major leader left from the 'old guard' its no wonder the whole structure is unravelling increasingly at whiplash inducing speeds. Our census which will be out in the next few days may just well be the final PCU census, or at least the final one with the PCU having a shred of continued relevance on the server.
#confessions of argent dawn#pcu#argent dawn eu#perroy#hypocrisy#harassment#order of oronaar#assemblage of uld#the bloody verdict
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The most infamous ERP guild of Argent Dawn having their another chill evening, this time in Fenris Keep. Despite not being very crowded and popular location, sometimes people can still pass through. Sometimes it can be underage person (such as one recorded that particular video). This is disgusting that they can't even keep their dirty fetishes in private and are willingly exposing minors to it, in 12+ game. These people were, of course, reported, but so they were in the past, many times, for similar activities, and yet they are still here, polluting the best roleplaying realm of EU region and endangering minors. They are so audacious they don't even care to use party chat or private whispers, no, it's like they are proud of their behavior and want to drown more people in it. Is Blizzard going to do something about it? Blizzard?? Hellooooo?????
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Álbum tropicália ou Panis et Circensis; realizada por Oliver Perroy.
#oliver perroy#rogerio duprat#gilberto gil#Nara leao#caetano veloso#Gal costa#torquato neto#capinam#tom ze#os mutantes#rita lee#tropicalia#Brasil#manuarrt
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| J E T É E | . . 📸 Photo™ by @yr.shots / #YRShots / ©2019YRShots 🚩 Lac Léman depuis une jetée près de la plage de Perroy, VD 🕕 Lundi 15 avril, 16h38 . 📷 Samsung S8 f/1.7 -- 1/3448 -- 4.20mm -- ISO40 . . 🌐 http://yrshots.ch __________________________________________________ #lacleman #lacléman #leman #myromandie #Vaud #borddulac #dream #rêve #Jetée #aventure #Plage #Lac #lake #Perroy #Rolle #monochrome #bnw #imagesduleman #SamsungS8 #photographie #photography #instaphoto #instaphotography #ig_myshots #igersvaud #instavaud #picoftheday #GenevaLake #followme (à Perroy, Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0rN1y4Dkt9/?igshid=19ajfil98lu4u
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Backstage People en Español 50 más Bellos (2020)
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Os Mutantes – Os Mutantes
Os Mutantes – Os Mutantes
Con gli Os Mutantes immagino abbiate già preso confidenza; ma per darvi ulteriore dimensione del loro spessore (se ne aveste bisogno e non vi fidaste delle parole da me già spese), hanno goduto della stima di David Byrne e Kurt Cobain, e trovo che si siano dimostrati l’ingranaggio essenziale del tropicalismo. Gli Os Mutantes probabilmente hanno incarnato nel migliore dei modi i valori del…
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#A Minha Menina#Adeus Maria Fulô#Arnaldo Baptista#Baby#Bat Macumba#David Byrne#Festival della Canzone#Françoise Hardy#Gilberto Gil#John Phillips#Jorge Ben Jor#Kurt Cobain#Le Premier Bonheur du Jour#Mamas and Papas#Manifesto Antropofago#Olivier Perroy#Once Was a Time I Thought#Os Mutantes#Oswald de Andrade#Pink Floyd#Rita Lee#Sergio Dias#Sgt. Pepper&039;s Lonely Hearts Club Band#Sivuca#Syd Barrett#Tempo no Tempo#Tropicalia: ou Panis et Circencis#Vashti Bunyan
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Amants de l’horizon qui venez le soir vous abreuver du spectacle des vagues ...
j’apprends de votre regard quand il ne retient plus rien et s’abandonne par la force des choses à ce qu’il reçoit
dans ce mouvement d’eau doucement balancé d’ombres et de lumière.
Photographies © Chris Hole Texte © Bernard Perroy
(Pour @annlocarles qui m’a, entre autres, fait découvrir ce poète)
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