Praise Sigmar :D
nah but fr wish u great day.

im quite okey.
wish u all best :)

Hello All :)
How's doing?

Have a nice weekend ! <3

Hello There :D

goffish slob is a tongue-twister and a half

Just for you of course!
It's time for you to
Claim my walls...

Just for you of course! It's time for you to claim my walls...

ooh, your wall is open for comments now!

Happy Halloween :)

I will wear the Ring not him its time for me to take him down once and for all

It was my pleasure, Mircea!

Ha ha, Nika, that's one of the great ones, thanks for posting it. I say it's a good life one that has such a levelheaded message at the end.

Thanks

What?! Daddy Sauron ignores you again because of his precious? This will not do! I'll speak with him about this matter however I can... *grumbles*

Thank you dear @Nikalykos for your amazing words
Everyone congrats me except the dark lord he dont care

But, yeah, coming back to epitaphs, now that we've all calmed down a bit, remember how fun it was to pass by a graveyard in any isometric RPG of yore and stop to read the tombstones? I always did that and it always paid off lavishly. Many of them were, like, little poems about life that stayed with you long after you forgot almost everything about the game's story. They just don't write epitaphs in games like they used to. I'm happy to see that someone remembers that art and doesn't let it die away like anything.

Ahh, the fine art of epitaph writing! I love it! That guy Brosgayer had it long coming, not gonna lie, ha ha! Serves him right, thick-headed racist! Was he a dwarf, by any chance? His rough-sounding name and the fact that he says he makes drinks kind of give it away. I bet he brews that nasty dwarwen ale that they're all so proud of! Oh, how I hate that vile beverage and the empty-headed, pompous dwarves! Every time I see a dwarf I want to bash his racist he... Oh, wait!... sorry about that, I... didn't mean it... Ha ha, I was just trying to... Well, nevermind, it doesn't matter.

Hey, Nika, look, I translated another Bacovia poem for you! Hope you like it. Then again, maybe you won't, because he's a symbolist poet, so there's a lot of strong themes and imagery in his poetry, and he has a taste for the macabre and decadence. If such themes don't resonate with you, take it as a Halloween poem, okay?

Heat

There are some dead in town, my darling,
I came to tell you nothing else today,
On heavy catafalques, out in the heat,
The bodies slowly fester and decay.

The living start to decompose as well,
Their flesh melting like sweaty clay.
The smell of corpses is overbearing, darling,
And even your breast hangs lower today.

Pour on the carpets strong perfumes,
Put roses on your body to drive the smell away.
There are some dead in town, my darling.
Their bodies slowly fester and decay.

We need to find a new one! Send a search party! On the ships, my friends! Time to save my friend from his hangover...

That bottle's long gone, mister. I'm all alone now. :(

Why do you need social life when you've got a bottle of Jägermeister?
If I had this thing, you wouldn't see me again...

Oh, for Heaven's sake, now this is too much, Kuri! What did I tell you to behave? That's why we don't get invited anywhere anymore. And I can't live like this! I NEED my social life, you know that!

BY THE NINE DIVINES!!! ASSAULT!!! ASSAULT!!! xD

Go home, Kuri! I think we've taken enough of this fine gentleman's time.

Right. Have some restraint

Violent?! Not at all, sir, we're just being silly. Sorry we're doing it on your profile, though :/

Hey, come on now, there’s no need to get violent...

Huh?!... Someone's wrong Crows somewhere?!... Where?... And who's?... You're not making any sense, man! :)

Thats where your wrong Crows

Can't wait! Great games have a lot in common with poetry. But I'm sure you already know this, since you're a Planescape: Torment fan. :)

Darling, I come back to you...
But today I'm totally spent.
Open the clavier and start playing
A quiet lament.

And if I fall onto the carpets
In the sad, empty living-room,
You go on playing, my darling,
Your slow, monotonous tune.

(George Bacovia, Spent )

Hey, I'll post the Romanian version too, who knows, maybe someone will see it and be inspired to do a better translation:

Trudit

Iubito, și iar am venit...
Dar astăzi, de-abia mă mai port –
Deschide clavirul și cântă-mi
Un cântec de mort.

Și dacă-am să cad pe covoare
În tristul, tăcutul salon, –
Tu cântă-nainte, iubito,
Încet, monoton.

Hi all :)

We fell in love in October
That's why, I love fall
Looking at the stars
Admiring from afar

girl in red - we fell in love in october

Whoa! What's just happened here?!

:)

Tell me, where can I find the boy from years ago?
This old pitch, where is this old squad?
When was the last time we met?
When did life lose its sweet taste?

Indeb - Nostalgic Vibes Only

The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece together, you cut yourself, your image keep shifting and you change with it.

It could destroy you, drive you mad. It could set you free.

— Max Payne (Max Payne 2: The Fall of Max Payne, 2003)

You have been visited by the sergey squad

Thanks for the invite! Nice to meet you Nikalyke!~

Hello! Who's there!? Hm... Damn rats! Always scurrying around in the shadows, making me jumpy. Never should have come here! *attacks* You elves are all the same, all flash and no fury. WHY...WONT....YOU....DIEEE!!!