Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)

Here's my opinion on a truly successful staff setup:


An odd number of members. One is appointed Head Admin. This member's new role is as a sort of Speaker of the House. Makes sure EVERYONE can get their part said, keeps the peace amongst staff, etc. Beyond keeping the peace between staff members, this person has no more power than any of the other admins.


The others are admins and mods both. None of them should be so stubborn that they won't accept compromise. They should be able to work well with each other, and respect each other enough to consider their ideas. Most importantly, their primary care should be for the members. Not the board, not the story, the members. Without the members a board dies.

Still need the specific effects of Bliss.

System of a Down
Renegade Infiltrator Shepard with the Shotguns extra skill
The 11th Doctor in the new Christmas Special

Zombie apocalypse? What zombie apocalypse?

OMFG IT'S INO!!!!!!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! *glomps*

Just curious, how would the Virus have become Subgrounded anyway?

The IC reason would be that the OV produces and uses so much energy, of a type that quite simply eclipses any currently used energy in the game, that even the Virus' current attempts would be like trying to use a chisel to take down a mountain.


EDIT: I'd like to add that I was never informed about the staff discussion, though I do agree.

I'll need a basic backstory/list of house approved races before I can start.

Christmas Eve is only a holiday starting at suppertime for us. We open one present after dinner, or after my sister gets out of work this year, and then we basically do our own thing. Tomorrow we go through stockings as soon as we wake up, after breakfast we do the actual presents. The cats get the wrapping paper. XD


Then there's Christmas Dinner around 2, desert around 5 or 6. That's about it.

Orion smirks as each Court Guardian fades into motes of light as the AME gets closer. He looks to the girl, offering his hand, which she takes. They both look back to the Virus, Orion gesturing to the lands around it. "I think it is time your door is closed for good." He calls out, the girl giggling as she reaches out for one side of the Rip, Orion reaching for the other, even as the AME hits them. "Hey Mister! I wanna slam the door in their faces!" The girl says, giggling still, making Orion laugh. "Well then..."

Unfortunately for the Virus, the Relorian's Guardians were more than mere spells. After all, if they were, the events during the ASF's attack all those years ago would have caused it to fail and dissipate. Instead it had been left to mature, to bask in the unique energies of the Outerverse, as well as the residual magic from all the fights since. The Snake, Bear, Lion and Gryphon all emerge from the Gate yet again, having been sitting dormant in the Outerverse through the years. They are quite a bit different from the memories within the infected Aralians. Shining with an odd sort of half-physical shell, they quite literally charge right into the virus, untouchable by the virus, as if they weren't actually there.


The Four Generals, Sword, Pike, Hammer and Bow, immediately set upon the Virus, analyzing it even as they work with the Redwall to force the Virus out. The Knights take a much less, peaceful, approach. Orion stands behind them, overseeing it all as the Knights tear and slice at the Virus, their weapons feeding off the stored energy inside each foe. With each strike, they grow more and more powerful, stealing away more and more energy.


Behind the Gate, two silhouettes stand next to each other, too blurred to see even their gender as they watch the battle.

Welcome Hitoper. I have to admit, it'll be good to get back into the fight against the Aralangs. Things were getting stale around here.

The Psiona spirits recognized the jamming, and inwardly smirked. As the tendrils touch their barriers, they rippled, tiny yet deadly psionic constructs being injected into it, infecting and reversing it so the barriers began releasing a poisonous wavelength, breaking up the Lorcar cells' exterior membranes, causing them to pop like bubbles. The jamming might be effective enough on those directly attacking through psi like the Lorcar, but for those using the more structured constructs, jamming would merely be like white noise ringing in their ears.


The rest of the tendrils start concentrating their attacks on the more psionically powerful Lorcar, striking the same point before them in the barrier, repeatedly, quickly breaking through to spear through them. These spirits were angered, Relorians banding together for the good of the many, despite their past transgressions, for their combined survival. And banding together was something the Caorrn did very, very well.



Meanwhile, lightyears away, on a distant planet covered in pudding, a small child holds her head in pain and goes to sit on her bed, legs crossed in a meditative state, the pained screams of billions of spirits echoing in her mind...