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4, it's the obvious choice in my opinion

seriously though...it's really not that great, it needs shading, detail, and a lot more effort. Stick figures really aren't that spectacular

Great idea....us f2p'ers would be all for it, the trick would be trying to convince members to back your plan. It makes it difficult for those who change worlds to go to less populated areas. It would do nothing for pure ess miners though, and it wouldn't affect green dragon autoers either...otherwise, i like it

I give you an internet high five... =;

I aggree that it's a little too direct. Make it slightly more ambiguous, just to make it interesting and thought provoking, and try to be a little more poetic... otherwise? amen...

Umm...what are you on? :shock: It must be strong... If you go around in the wilderness for a while, you will almost NEVER see a pker who sells thier profit online. Pk pures are almost always multiples of somebody who is unbelievably bored and decides to take it out on other players (like me :wink: )...

I really only have a couple shadows of a plot idea for that in my mind. I just wrote down what I had, which wasn't much... I really like it. It seems a lot better than any of the other hooks for my stories, and I'm glad you guys like it. And yes, maybe it is a bit too descriptive... and ratchet...this isn't my first time on the forums. I changed my account because I disliked the name of my other one. It was a bit of a handicap.

This has been bouncing around in my mind for a while, and I have been meaning to use it as a hook into one of my stories. I thought i'd put it in words and see what everybody thinks... It looked like something built by an demented clockmaker--myriad layers of turning, grinding, spinning machinery folding in upon themselves. It hurt the eyes to look, but it was at the same time impossible to look away. Like a glimpse into the clockwork mind of an insane god, it was both terrible and fascinating. The light seemed to bend as it passed by, as if it were determined to avoid it at all costs. Slowly, almost painfully, she tore her eyes away, bent down, and grasped it in her gloved hand, careful not to let it touch the bare skin of her arm where the dark leather glove ended. She turned around, slipping it into one of the many pockets of her greatcoat as she faded silently into the flickering shadows... -=Edit=- Grammar/Punctuation edited on 9/10/07