#i see eexi!

[commanders-company]

art party anniversary!!!

WHOLE lotta screenshots of rats this time, i got caught up in a lovely conversation with some fellow asura and ended up forgetting to take any more screenshots after that lol oops. but it was a whole lot of fun talking with you all!

names under the cut, let me know if you want to be tagged!

1st row: Cladophora, Luenwen; Mad Scholar Gwen, Vanessa Darkstar (@guildwarsgirl)

2nd row: Kittra Curbstomp, Inquest Frogg, Halik Bannerstand (@feathered-dino)

3rd row: Glaciologist Eexi (@gwtoomanyalts); Gourmetician Valdon; Mender Kippa (@ratasum)

4th row: Calculator Zoxxe (me), Locus Ortez (@mordremrose); Technomancer Rhenn (@ratasum), Halik Bannerstand (@feathered-dino) (unfortunately I did not get the name of the third asura in this screenshot, if you see this let me know your name!)

5th row: Rare Frog Species; Sploopie

6th row: Raven Noblebane, Teekzi

[gwtoomanyalts]

Some of what I’ve gotten done today! Eexi, Novia, and Ciara given some new looks thanks to the new hairs and faces. I have so many other ideas now too, but mostly for brand new characters, which seeing as I have 34 already, just, gah.

What? Turtle? Nah, new looks. Spent all day on that. More important. ^_^

[obscureoldscotspoems]

Auld Wives Clash

It's a fine thing tae be neerbourly, a guid word aye tae hae, Tae speer for ane anither's health, an' pass the time o' day, But there's ae thing gets ma birse up, I canna thole the trash, Wha spend the day in gossipin', wi' their auld wives clash.

What a gran' place noo, this auld warld wad be, an earthly Paradise An Eden, fit tae leeve in, nae evil thochts nor lies But there's aye a serpent in the grass, that'll tempt folks tae be rash Tae gar things gae tapsaltierie, wi' their auld wives clash.

Ministries may preach an' pray, peace on earth guid-will Amangst we fellow mortals, tho' the facts remains that still There's some'll sit sae piously, an' then come oot an' smash Their next door neighbour's character, wi' their auld wives clash.

The duke behin' his castle wa's, the puir man in the slum There's nane o' them can say they're free, frae scandal's veecious tongue For the busy-bodies everywhere, show nae respect o' class They're aye misca'in' someane, wi' their auld wives clash.

There's neebour wives, sae unco pack, sae glib an' thick thegither At mid-day mask a cup o' tea, an' crack wi' ane anither Tho' the cup that cheers is a soothin drink, it whiles loosens tongues tae lash There's mony a storm in a tea-cup, wi' their auld wives clash.

When it comes to clashmaclaverin', folks maistly blame the weemin But there's lots o' men can dae their share, o' washin' dirty linen Ye'd maist think that sport an' politics, took up their time - alas They're eexie-peexie wi' their better-haufs, wi' their auld wives clash.

I can see them in my mind's e'e, when they leave this earthly sphere An' approach St. Peter at the Gates, an' admission frae him speir I think I hear his saintly voice "Na, Na, ye needna fash There's nae room in there for your sort, wi' your auld wives clash.

Ye'll better journey onward, I'll tell ye whaur tae gaun Gae doon below an' Auld Nick, he'll haud oot a welcome han' Ye're juist the kind he's seekin', for wi' auld Ananias Ye'll help tae keep the place het, wi' your auld wives clash."

Noo, if by chance, the gossips, should read my jinglin' rhyme They'll pit their heids their heids thegither, an' they'll me elsewhere consign But altho' I'm juist a simple sowl, I dinna care a-dash I can hear them mutter "There he goes, wi' his auld wives clash."

  James Thomson, Fankerton, Denny.