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[quote name="Aldia" date="2018-03-11 01:49:19" ] Sure, it was dust, but, hey, WHAT CAN YOU DO... [/quote] OH MY BOSH.... I'm in tears. This is so on point, pun intended.
Aldia wrote on 2018-03-11 01:49:19:

Sure, it was dust, but, hey, WHAT CAN YOU DO...

OH MY BOSH.... I'm in tears. This is so on point, pun intended.
*claps*
*claps*
I have a lot of the suessical soundtrack memorized and I'm tempted to rewrite a ton of it with fr stuff
I have a lot of the suessical soundtrack memorized and I'm tempted to rewrite a ton of it with fr stuff
an animated feraligatr sprite from pokemon crystal > call me mantis
> they / she
> fr +2
> art dump
w the nonbinary flag and the word nonbinary
the asexual flag and the word asexual
the lesbian flag and the word lesbian
free buttons
ee > reply hazy,
try again... blinking_cursor.gif
@Aldia
That was absolutely amazing
@Aldia
That was absolutely amazing
@Aldia this is amazing

@catgame21234 thank you for pinging me for this and will do *salutes*
@Aldia this is amazing

@catgame21234 thank you for pinging me for this and will do *salutes*
pings off | plz no random friend requests/PMs/profile comments
(Edit: Whoops! I removed the pings in the quote. Sorry guys for the false ping eep!) [quote name="@Aldia" date="2018-03-11 01:49:19" ] HOW THE BOSS STOLE NOCMAS Every deity in Sornieth loved NotN a lot, But the Stormcatcher, who lived in the Tempest Spire, did not! The Stormcatcher hated it! The whole two week season! Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that Strange Chests gave him only rocks. It could be that last year, Steve stole all his socks. But I think that the most likely theory of all, May have been that his snoot was two sizes too small. Whatever the reason, the chests or the socks, He stood there on NoTN, hating the Nocs, Staring down from the Spire with a cold, loathing glare, At the flocks full of Nocs and their friends in the air. For he knew every dragon in Sornieth had flew Over to Baldwin's and his bubbling brew. "AND THEY'RE MELTING THEIR TRINKETS!" he shouted with force, "TOMORROW IS NoTN! AFTER ROLLOVER, OF COURSE!" Then he growled, with a smile that was nearly a smirk, "I MUST MAKE MY WORKERS... GET BACK TO WORK!" For tomorrow, he knew, that each Tempest recruit Would be fighting off Mimics until they dropped loot! And then they would cheer, every Ridgeback and Fae, and after they opened their chests, they would play! Play, play, play! That's the one thing he hated! The PLAY! “IF THEY KEEP UP THE PARTY, I'M DOCKING THEIR PAY!” And then they would SNACK! And they'd SNACK! And they'd SNACK! On fish, plants, and insects, ninety-nine to a stack, Which was something best saved 'til July's Thundercrack. They'd shovel down snacks 'til their stomachs grew wide, And then they'd do something he couldn't abide! Every dragon in Sornieth, whatever their flight, Be it Nature or Plague, or Shadow or Light, They'd soar in a circle, and the Nocs would start singing! They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING! SING! SING SING! And the more Bossdad thought of this whole Nocturning, The more Bossdad thought, “I MUST STOP THIS WHOLE THING!” “WHY, FOUR SPARKING YEARS I'VE PUT UP WITH IT NOW!” “I MUST STOP THIS NotN FROM COMING... BUT HOW?” Then he schemed up a plot! A crafty new plot! The Stormcatcher schemed up a wicked, new plot! “I HAVE THE BLUEPRINTS.” he boomed, looking smug, And he chugged all the coffee from his favorite mug. He convinced a new intern to craft him a guise That the dragons of Sornieth would not recognize. “I LOOK JUST LIKE A NOCTURNE!” he bellowed with glee, “WITH THESE FAKE HORNS AND CLOAK, THEY WILL NOT KNOW IT'S ME!” “ALL I NEED IS A MIMIC,” the Stormcatcher said, “BUT OUR BUDGET IS TIGHT, SO I'LL MAKE ONE INSTEAD!” So he called his familiar and quickly he dressed His good Lightning Sprite friend as a fierce Mimic chest. Then he rolled up his blueprints and folders and files And his wires and scrap metal, his levers and dials, And he threw all the parts in the back of a wagon. Every Nocturne would think him a Trading Post dragon! THEN he rolled off to the Nocturne's soirée, And while they were sleeping, set up his doom ray. All the dragons were dreaming, each without care Of the thieving Stormcatcher who lurked near their lair. He “borrowed” the muck and the slime and the goo, And all of the sludge from the Bubbling Brew! The candles, the capes, the masks, and the clocks! The cobwebs, the witch hats, and even the butt rocks! He pilfered their treasure on spindly legs, And, in full capslock, said, “NOW I'LL STEAL ALL THE EGGS!” But when Bossdad got to the unhatched egg heap, He saw a young Nocturne who... wasn't asleep. “MY WELL-CRAFTED PLAN HAS BEEN FOILED... BY A CHILD!” The Stormcatcher shouted, as the Noc hatchling smiled. Then she realized his scheme, and she started to cry, And with tears in her eyes, said “Why, Bossdad, why,” “Why are you taking our Nocturne eggs? Why?” But, you know, the Stormcatcher is crafty and smart So he crafted a lie that would pull at her heart! “THESE EGGS ARE MINE, CHILD,” the Stormcatcher lied. “I AM KEEPING THEM SAFE FROM THE BEASTCLANS OUTSIDE.” His blatant lie worked. Then he patted her head, And he gave her some blueprints to read before bed. And when the young Nocturne flew off, looking bored, The Stormcatcher leapt up and ransacked the hoard! In the wagon he shoved all the eggs that he stole, And to top it all off, he took their Noc scroll! He carted off treasures! The cave was robbed clean! But to vex them a little, he left one Smirch gene. Then he did the same thing to the other fifteen Leaving only glow dust and a measly Smirch gene. It was almost rollover... Each and every last dragon, All the dragons, asleep, when he packed up his wagon. Packed it with chests! With apparel! With treasure! With butt rocks! With vistas! And scrolls, for good measure! “TARGET LOCKED,” the Boss said, nearly twirling his 'stache. “THEY'LL ALL GET BACK TO WORK WHEN THEIR LOOT'S TURNED TO ASH!” Then he fired his doom ray at the festive collection And grinned as he watched SCIENTIFIC PERFECTION. The items were glowing! They began to combust! And in just a few seconds, they all turned to dust! The muck and the slime, the ooze and the goo, And all of the sludge from the Bubbling Brew! The candles, the capes, the masks, and the clocks! The cobwebs, the witch hats, and even the butt rocks! Only a pile of dust glowed on the floor As the Stormcatcher let out a triumphant roar. “IT IS DONE!” said the deity, with great jubilation. “TELL EVERY DRAGON... I HAVE CANCELLED VACATION.” His Lightning Sprite shrieked, “Your plans are the best!” “If the Nocs have no loot, then there'll be no more fest!” The Stormcatcher bellowed. “SILENCE!” he said, “BY NOW ALL THE DRAGONS WILL BE WAKING FROM BED.” “I SIMPLY MUST HEAR THEIR DISMAY AS THEY FIND “THAT THEY MUST RETURN TO THE OLD DAILY GRIND!” So he paused. And the Boss put one claw to his ear As, listening carefully, he started to hear No cries of deep anguish, no sniffling, no moaning, No whining, no sighs! Not even groaning! The sound wasn't sorrow. For once, he was wrong! But, listening further, he heard it! A song! He looked over the plains in a bit of a trance, As he heard dragonsong from the Shifting Expanse! Every Nocturne of Sornieth, whatever their flight, Had risen in song! This couldn't be right! Even his Ridgebacks had joined in the fun! “THIS CANNOT BE RIGHT!” he complained, “THEY HAVE WON?” Despite all his wickedness, brains, and ambition The dragons of Sornieth had thwarted his mission! “THIS WARRANTS FURTHER RESEARCH,” said the god, “FOR THIS FEST TO PROCEED WITHOUT TREASURE? HOW ODD.” With a quill and some paper he puzzled things out, And after a minute, he let out a shout, “EUREKA!” he said, and it fell into place Why each dragon could wear such a grin on their face. “PERHAPS IT IS NOT ABOUT MONEY TO SPEND.” “PERHAPS NIGHT OF THE NOCTURNE... IS BEST SHARED WITH A FRIEND.” And what happened then? Well, it's quite hard to say, But the Stormcatcher's snoot grew three sizes that day! With party hat perched on the tip of his snout, He joined in the chorus with a thundering shout. And he brought back the eggs! And the rest of it, too! Sure, it was dust, but, hey, WHAT CAN YOU DO... [/quote] HOW DO YOU DO IT? HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH ART? the whole world needs to see this
(Edit: Whoops! I removed the pings in the quote. Sorry guys for the false ping eep!)
@Aldia wrote on 2018-03-11 01:49:19:


HOW THE BOSS STOLE NOCMAS



Every deity in Sornieth loved NotN a lot,
But the Stormcatcher, who lived in the Tempest Spire, did not!
The Stormcatcher hated it! The whole two week season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that Strange Chests gave him only rocks.
It could be that last year, Steve stole all his socks.
But I think that the most likely theory of all,
May have been that his snoot was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, the chests or the socks,
He stood there on NoTN, hating the Nocs,
Staring down from the Spire with a cold, loathing glare,
At the flocks full of Nocs and their friends in the air.
For he knew every dragon in Sornieth had flew
Over to Baldwin's and his bubbling brew.
"AND THEY'RE MELTING THEIR TRINKETS!" he shouted with force,
"TOMORROW IS NoTN! AFTER ROLLOVER, OF COURSE!"
Then he growled, with a smile that was nearly a smirk,
"I MUST MAKE MY WORKERS... GET BACK TO WORK!"

For tomorrow, he knew, that each Tempest recruit
Would be fighting off Mimics until they dropped loot!
And then they would cheer, every Ridgeback and Fae,
and after they opened their chests, they would play!
Play, play, play!
That's the one thing he hated! The PLAY!
“IF THEY KEEP UP THE PARTY, I'M DOCKING THEIR PAY!”

And then they would SNACK! And they'd SNACK! And they'd SNACK!
On fish, plants, and insects, ninety-nine to a stack,
Which was something best saved 'til July's Thundercrack.
They'd shovel down snacks 'til their stomachs grew wide,
And then they'd do something he couldn't abide!
Every dragon in Sornieth, whatever their flight,
Be it Nature or Plague, or Shadow or Light,
They'd soar in a circle, and the Nocs would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING SING!
And the more Bossdad thought of this whole Nocturning,
The more Bossdad thought, “I MUST STOP THIS WHOLE THING!”
“WHY, FOUR SPARKING YEARS I'VE PUT UP WITH IT NOW!”
“I MUST STOP THIS NotN FROM COMING... BUT HOW?”

Then he schemed up a plot! A crafty new plot!
The Stormcatcher schemed up a wicked, new plot!
“I HAVE THE BLUEPRINTS.” he boomed, looking smug,
And he chugged all the coffee from his favorite mug.
He convinced a new intern to craft him a guise
That the dragons of Sornieth would not recognize.
“I LOOK JUST LIKE A NOCTURNE!” he bellowed with glee,
“WITH THESE FAKE HORNS AND CLOAK, THEY WILL NOT KNOW IT'S ME!”
“ALL I NEED IS A MIMIC,” the Stormcatcher said,
“BUT OUR BUDGET IS TIGHT, SO I'LL MAKE ONE INSTEAD!”

So he called his familiar and quickly he dressed
His good Lightning Sprite friend as a fierce Mimic chest.
Then he rolled up his blueprints and folders and files
And his wires and scrap metal, his levers and dials,
And he threw all the parts in the back of a wagon.
Every Nocturne would think him a Trading Post dragon!

THEN he rolled off to the Nocturne's soirée,
And while they were sleeping, set up his doom ray.
All the dragons were dreaming, each without care
Of the thieving Stormcatcher who lurked near their lair.
He “borrowed” the muck and the slime and the goo,
And all of the sludge from the Bubbling Brew!
The candles, the capes, the masks, and the clocks!
The cobwebs, the witch hats, and even the butt rocks!
He pilfered their treasure on spindly legs,
And, in full capslock, said, “NOW I'LL STEAL ALL THE EGGS!”

But when Bossdad got to the unhatched egg heap,
He saw a young Nocturne who... wasn't asleep.
“MY WELL-CRAFTED PLAN HAS BEEN FOILED... BY A CHILD!”
The Stormcatcher shouted, as the Noc hatchling smiled.
Then she realized his scheme, and she started to cry,
And with tears in her eyes, said “Why, Bossdad, why,”
“Why are you taking our Nocturne eggs? Why?”
But, you know, the Stormcatcher is crafty and smart
So he crafted a lie that would pull at her heart!
“THESE EGGS ARE MINE, CHILD,” the Stormcatcher lied.
“I AM KEEPING THEM SAFE FROM THE BEASTCLANS OUTSIDE.”

His blatant lie worked. Then he patted her head,
And he gave her some blueprints to read before bed.
And when the young Nocturne flew off, looking bored,
The Stormcatcher leapt up and ransacked the hoard!
In the wagon he shoved all the eggs that he stole,
And to top it all off, he took their Noc scroll!
He carted off treasures! The cave was robbed clean!
But to vex them a little, he left one Smirch gene.

Then he did the same thing to the other fifteen
Leaving only glow dust and a measly Smirch gene.
It was almost rollover... Each and every last dragon,
All the dragons, asleep, when he packed up his wagon.
Packed it with chests! With apparel! With treasure!
With butt rocks! With vistas! And scrolls, for good measure!

“TARGET LOCKED,” the Boss said, nearly twirling his 'stache.
“THEY'LL ALL GET BACK TO WORK WHEN THEIR LOOT'S TURNED TO ASH!”
Then he fired his doom ray at the festive collection
And grinned as he watched SCIENTIFIC PERFECTION.
The items were glowing! They began to combust!
And in just a few seconds, they all turned to dust!
The muck and the slime, the ooze and the goo,
And all of the sludge from the Bubbling Brew!
The candles, the capes, the masks, and the clocks!
The cobwebs, the witch hats, and even the butt rocks!
Only a pile of dust glowed on the floor
As the Stormcatcher let out a triumphant roar.

“IT IS DONE!” said the deity, with great jubilation.
“TELL EVERY DRAGON... I HAVE CANCELLED VACATION.”
His Lightning Sprite shrieked, “Your plans are the best!”
“If the Nocs have no loot, then there'll be no more fest!”
The Stormcatcher bellowed. “SILENCE!” he said,
“BY NOW ALL THE DRAGONS WILL BE WAKING FROM BED.”
“I SIMPLY MUST HEAR THEIR DISMAY AS THEY FIND
“THAT THEY MUST RETURN TO THE OLD DAILY GRIND!”

So he paused. And the Boss put one claw to his ear
As, listening carefully, he started to hear
No cries of deep anguish, no sniffling, no moaning,
No whining, no sighs! Not even groaning!
The sound wasn't sorrow. For once, he was wrong!
But, listening further, he heard it! A song!

He looked over the plains in a bit of a trance,
As he heard dragonsong from the Shifting Expanse!
Every Nocturne of Sornieth, whatever their flight,
Had risen in song! This couldn't be right!
Even his Ridgebacks had joined in the fun!
“THIS CANNOT BE RIGHT!” he complained, “THEY HAVE WON?”
Despite all his wickedness, brains, and ambition
The dragons of Sornieth had thwarted his mission!
“THIS WARRANTS FURTHER RESEARCH,” said the god,
“FOR THIS FEST TO PROCEED WITHOUT TREASURE? HOW ODD.”

With a quill and some paper he puzzled things out,
And after a minute, he let out a shout,
“EUREKA!” he said, and it fell into place
Why each dragon could wear such a grin on their face.
“PERHAPS IT IS NOT ABOUT MONEY TO SPEND.”
“PERHAPS NIGHT OF THE NOCTURNE... IS BEST SHARED WITH A FRIEND.”

And what happened then? Well, it's quite hard to say,
But the Stormcatcher's snoot grew three sizes that day!
With party hat perched on the tip of his snout,
He joined in the chorus with a thundering shout.
And he brought back the eggs! And the rest of it, too!
Sure, it was dust, but, hey, WHAT CAN YOU DO...

HOW DO YOU DO IT?
HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH ART?

the whole world needs to see this
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Blessed.
Blessed.
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@Aldia

I am buying a new dragon, making them a storyteller or anthologist, putting this in their bio (w/credit, of course) and sending u a gem to boot. I love this
@Aldia

I am buying a new dragon, making them a storyteller or anthologist, putting this in their bio (w/credit, of course) and sending u a gem to boot. I love this
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the stormcatcher poem was amazing
the stormcatcher poem was amazing
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[quote name="Avu42" date="2018-03-11 01:57:09" ] [quote name="ViperaUnion" date="2018-03-10 20:48:26" ] [quote name="Aldia" date="2018-03-10 20:47:42" ] [quote name="JonTargaryen" date="2018-03-10 20:41:31" ] Would you like [item=unhatched plague egg] and ham? [/quote] Would you like them in a [img]http://flightrising.com/images/nests/2/1healthy_0dead.png[/img] Would you like them in a [item=Strange Chest]? [/quote] Would you like to eat them in the Redrock Cove? In the Blooming Grove? [/quote] No I will not eat plague eggs and ham, I will not eat them in a nest, I will not eat them in a chest. I will not eat them in redrock cove, I will not eat them in blooming grove, I will not eat them, Fae-I-am! [/quote] Would you eat them with a [item=Barkback Boar]? would you eat them with a [item=Proto Manticore]?
Avu42 wrote on 2018-03-11 01:57:09:
ViperaUnion wrote on 2018-03-10 20:48:26:
Aldia wrote on 2018-03-10 20:47:42:
JonTargaryen wrote on 2018-03-10 20:41:31:
Would you like

Unhatched Plague Egg

and ham?

Would you like them in a
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Would you like them in a

Strange Chest ?

Would you like to eat them in the Redrock Cove?

In the Blooming Grove?


No I will not eat plague eggs and ham,

I will not eat them in a nest,

I will not eat them in a chest.

I will not eat them in redrock cove,

I will not eat them in blooming grove,

I will not eat them, Fae-I-am!


Would you eat them with a Barkback Boar ?

would you eat them with a Proto Manticore ?
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