Post by TheEscapist on Mar 20, 2015 14:54:49 GMT -5
Joe Anyway, good job on the new mini profiles, Jow. >_>
A nightingale in a golden cage, that's me locked inside reality's maze...This is who I am, Escapist, paradise seeker. Farewell, now time to fly out of sight, out of time, away from all lies...
"Thus in Zephyr's sough its cries of droplets are cradled past the faint brontide heralded by the tempest above. This paragon of empyrean thralldom, the zenith of the maelstrom that could never be calmed, could only grow stronger, despite every vindictive schism that spawned under the crepuscular flames of the setting sun."
~Deathless
Post by TheEscapist on Mar 20, 2015 14:55:53 GMT -5
Deathless I wanna change it as well Dx Why doesn't it work? Dx
A nightingale in a golden cage, that's me locked inside reality's maze...This is who I am, Escapist, paradise seeker. Farewell, now time to fly out of sight, out of time, away from all lies...
Try closing your browser and restarting it, then re-logging in. Most times when this happened it was because proboard updates lagged a bit, or a lot.
"Thus in Zephyr's sough its cries of droplets are cradled past the faint brontide heralded by the tempest above. This paragon of empyrean thralldom, the zenith of the maelstrom that could never be calmed, could only grow stronger, despite every vindictive schism that spawned under the crepuscular flames of the setting sun."
~Deathless
A nightingale in a golden cage, that's me locked inside reality's maze...This is who I am, Escapist, paradise seeker. Farewell, now time to fly out of sight, out of time, away from all lies...
"Thus in Zephyr's sough its cries of droplets are cradled past the faint brontide heralded by the tempest above. This paragon of empyrean thralldom, the zenith of the maelstrom that could never be calmed, could only grow stronger, despite every vindictive schism that spawned under the crepuscular flames of the setting sun."
~Deathless
gordon gordon sauce and bordon: "Thus in Zephyr's sough its cries of droplets are cradled past the faint brontide heralded by the tempest above. This paragon of empyrean thralldom, the zenith of the maelstrom that could never be calmed, could only grow stronger, despite every vindictive
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