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I can tell you that that is not a joke.

Prologue Part 1, Chapter 2

One day, about to leave for a long, arduous trip to a continent across the ocean from Dunzhol, Zin's father was interrupted by a messenger. Young Zin overheard his message: There was a storm approaching along the main leg of his journey, and it would be foolish to depart now; perhaps in a few weeks, it might subside, and clear the path.

Zin's father rejected that notion. Any more delays would aggravate his clients on the other continent; the perishable cargo would not last through that long duration. Zin begged him to wait just a few more days: perhaps then, it would be safe enough?

No matter the risk, no matter the warnings, Zin's father departed, never to be seen again. It was not long before Zin received the message that the Windrider had gone into the storm, but failed to emerge.

The clients of Zin's father demanded payment for the lost cargo; unfortunately, the money would have to come directly out of his life's savings- the belligerent company would accept nothing else. Left with no other choice, except starvation, Zin collected what little savings were left afterward and started a flight into the countryside, away from what he saw as terrors of abandonment, terrors of their modern society, of fear itself.

In no time at all, Zin found a home among the mountain-people, and learned their skills... an important aspect of his Climb to the Throne... something to be expanded upon... in part 2.

But how does knowing who Hakan is make somebody not-a-wolf?

5/10 little meh, sorry.

6/10
Reminds me of my dogs (often eating anything outside that enters their field of vision).

Confession, I joined NSM way before 90% of you did! In fact, I have some really old submissions to the site. If you can figure out who I am, you're not a wolf.

That's not very good logic. 

Even though Notepad 2012 is free you still need to register it with a serial number.

"Finale NotePad requires that you register the software to become eligible for technical support. More."
http://www.finalemusic.com/notepad/system-requirements.aspx

That's odd; I never got a serial number when I downloaded it. :S

God-of-music

New quote:

Just remember who is the most important to you!  And also who has a knife to your back.

Please Punch Out the card in order to win your prize.

The ever-changing, magical Poke-avatar!

Bio sent; I hope you like it...

7/10

Good picture and funny quotes.

If you go anywhere else besides the twg subforum, you'll find that we're a lot less hostile. XD

True, true.

But I suppose we better introduce the "newer" players and help them help us find the wolf.

On first guess I'd say it was Samus Aran's helmet. :S

What I think is more important is the wolfing.  The Socialfox wolfing is weird and absolutely should be analyzed.  As a wolf, I know I avoid wolfing players who are new or haven't played recently if it's possible.  It's no secret that Socialfox has been banned from the last game.  Those who are most likely to have wolfed him are those who were angry with him, those who want to frame the people who were angry with him, and people who don't look at previous games when choosing wolfings.

At the current moment, I assume that it might be:
1: That reason.
2: He's the first on the player list.
3: Sole purpose of throwing us off.

Here, you may discuss The Tragic Tale of Emperor Zin.

Story

Main characters:
Il-Kalin, the Hero of Our Story: Thought to be the chosen hero, Il-Kalin (or Ilk, as he is called) must gather an army to stop Zin.

Sasha Ehle: Damsel, but certainly not in distress. Daughter of the chieftain of a warrior-bandit clan, she can fight as well as our hero.

Emperor Zin: Antagonist; although he is more than two times the age of Il-Kalin and Sasha, he has used potions taken from the Rising Pool to keep himself young.

(more coming as the story progresses; I don't want to give away too many spoilers)

Setting:
The kingdom of Dunzhol, home to a wide variety of terrain, is a semi-futuristic, yet underdeveloped, country. The best way to describe it is like a blend of ancient China and Japan with technology like rockets to propel their ships (which are most comparable to Chinese Junks), or solar energy to power the houses of the elite and rich.
Ancient technology explored making weapons powered by this solar energy, but after its failure, the areas of the kingdom resorted to using what some might consider more primitive weapons.
The planet where Dunzhol is located is much larger than earth (though not relevant to the main story); even with rocket technology, it takes quite a while to travel across the oceans. There are only two major continents, and a few small ones (at least "small" by their standards).

Prologue Part 1, Chapter 1

Once, in a mystical land- one you might not have ever heard of- there was a kingdom, called Dunzhol. Across the vast land were mountains with high, soaring, blue waterfalls, and forests expanding far enough to baffle and trap unprepared travellers; however, the terrain is not what the point of our story is: it is a tale of the royal family, their reign and destruction, the one who takes their place as Supreme Emperor of Dunzhol, and, eventually enough, his fall.

As a young boy, this emperor-to-be, Zin, was the son of a merchant (and captain of a wonderous vessel, the Windrider) who, fitting with his trade, lived by the sea, among the bustling docks of the center of commerce in Dunzhol. Zin's mother was killed by vengeful pirates seeking to uproot the flow of business in the area; as his father was often away, Zin was raised primarily by peasants who came in and out of the city, hoping to sell the literal fruits of their labor... perhaps their idle chatter of the lax yet malevolent royals instilled into him thoughts of hatred and misery that would drive his darkest actions later in life?

Whatever the cause of his rise and fall, Zin, as a young child, lived a life some might consider uneventful or average. Although his lifestyle was comparably lavish in comparison to the slums scattered around the city's edges (and even closer its heart), he was caught between two classes: the "lowlifes" his father did not encourage him to befriend (despite his encounters with peasants, he never really tried to socialize with those native to his area), and the nobles who went to the coast with their children whenever the weather became pleasurable.