Thanks for helping us hit 1200 posts, Karmas.
Tell us about your most recent delivery!
Thanks for helping us hit 1200 posts, Karmas.
Tell us about your most recent delivery!
Thank you guys! âŚI should be able to like again soon enough anyways. According to what it said when I tried liking, anyways!
Hazel eyes peered down, the woman with one part dirt and one part red hair took the glove off her right hand. It was a long glove that was fitted and snug as it released itself reluctantly from within the longcoatâs sleeve. 212 B S W A 36, K2 was smudged on the back of her hand. She had to squint to make out the writing in the low light of dusk, the last of the daylight crept with strange fingers between the low built hovels that covered the street already making ample darkness in the right corners of the street for mischief.
212 Blair Saint Way, Apartment 36. Knock twice. Everyone had their shorthand cheat methods for remembering things.
Karma had a delicate white box with a red bow tucked under her arm. Incredibly out of place with the newness compared to the dirty long-coat and the battered tricorn hat covering her head. She stared at the door which ended at her chest. Reluctantly she knocked twice and waited. She resisted the urge to continue knocking or just leave the package at the door. Business was business and she was trying to be more reliable. Shirley Patrick would boot her tush to the curb if she screwed up too many more runs. Karma wrinkled her nose, wishing that Silk Frost was still alive. Silk would just shake her head, whereas Shirley gave lectures.
While Karma had been spacing out at eye level(staring vacantly at the space above the small apartment door no less), a small throat-clearing brought her back to reality.
âHere you areâŚâ Karma slurred slightly noticing that the gnomish woman before her was short even for a gnome, barely cresting her knees. Karma wasnât short but this woman wasnât tall.
Donât mess up. Donât mess up. âHere you are maâam. Delivering your small parcel.â Nailed it.
The gnomeâs left eye twitched at the word small but she didnât say anything. âCome in, I would like to inspect it.â Her right eye may have twitched as well but Karma wasnât certain because she was wearing a very sophisticated looking jewelerâs loupe over it.
âSure, no big deal.â Karma smiled, ducking down and almost going to her knees to follow the client through the door. Made all the more uncomfortable because her high boots were sticking out over her pants and almost made her drop the white red-ribboned box.
âHave any trouble?â She asked without turning around.
âVery little.â
âLetâs see itâŚâ There was just the hint of throttled fury in the gnomish voice.
Karma set the box on a table that came up to knees, then stood upright, surprised that the ceiling hadnât been lowered in addition to the door.
âAh yes. Mr. Fangleworthâs delicious triple decker chocolate fudge cakeâŚâ The gnome replied, opening the box and peering in. âThis time for sure I will find out his secret.â
Karma didnât even bat an eyelash at this point. People were seriously weird about what they thought of as âconfidentialâ deliveries. Her eyes instead wandered over to the left side of the house were a variety of conveyor belts fed into a machine that took up half the apartment. The amount of warning whistles, lights, and fire extinguishers lining the floor near the apparatus made Karma want to stay and watch. Unfortunately her client had other plans.
âHere you are.â The gnome took out a small handbag with some embroidered kittens on it and opened it with a snap, thrusting several paper receipts at Karma without giving her time to speak. âPlease count it.â
âIâm sure everything is in order. Youâve no need to short me.â Karma smiled and leaned backward, spinning the doorknob behind her below her hips. With a smile she leaned down and backed out. âMaâam. Donât hesitate to contact us in the future. As always it has been a pleasure. Weâll put you directly on our shortlist as a bonus.â
âJ-just⌠leave.â
Twenty minutes later the small gnome looked at the roll of delicate tools on her table and frowned. âWhere isâŚâ
Twenty minutes later Karma was fiddling with a pistol on the dock near the water with a tiny fantastically shiny screwdriver used for delicate work. Satisfied with the pistol she casually tossed the screwdriver in the water. It vanished with a ploop.
Eta: ( I donât know why the first para is in a box. smh. These newfangled forums. )
Oh no worries, I laughed a lot and Iâm still laughing about it tbh. Itâs like,
âOh good idea lets see if this fixes it OH GOD ITâS WORSE NOW!!â
LOLOL
Dinoâs and likes for Ariiah!
Also, I discovered the ability to set threads to âmutedâ, which takes them off the front-page and blocks -all- notifications from that thread. It doesnât make up for the lack of an ignore feature, but I do appreciate it.
I have a remarkable lack of self-control. If I see something that bothers me, I tend to respond to it quickly. Being able to take that out of the equation is really nice.
âŚNow just add an actual ignore, please!, Blizz!
All the dinos and likes! \o/
That would definitely be a good tool to have. Itâs weird that itâs not even part of the forums alreadyâŚ
Like others have said, I think itâs just a result of the template they used for the forums being unfriendly towards that sort of thing. Didnât blizzard already say something about wanting an ignore feature added in, or did I just imagine that?
Holds out empty bowl in shaky hands
Please Mr. Blizzard. May I have my daily serving of Good Girl Points?
HAH! MY LIKES HAVE RETURNED! TREMBLE MORTALS AND DESPAIR! LOVE HAS COME TO THIS WORLD A- âŚw-wait a moment. Looks at script, blinks, and then scrunches it up and chucks it to one side. âŚignore that. Sometimes scripts are written poorly.
I still have six hours of forum enforced virtural anhedonia.
Big words make brain hurt.
Itâs a joke, but anhedonia is a term for the absence of feeling pleasure.
Ooooh. I was going to look that up at some point, but I forgot. Thanks for teaching me a new word. xD.
Itâs a joke, but anhedonia is a term for the absence of feeling pleasure.
As with all website updates, Iâm going to use the new forums for about 2-3 weeks before I pass judgment on them. Much of the initial dislike can usually be chalked up to the dislike of change.
Normally I read on my metro ride home but I was being harassed by a weirdo that kept rubbing his junk at me so I buried my face in my phone to ignore him and read threw a topic w/ a bunch of nerds debating is Sylvanas really a bad guy? and I have to admit that the infinite scrolling was a welcome change. Thereâs been quite a few improvements to mobile side that I definitely like.
I still am not a fan of infinite scrolling on my desktop but on my phone I welcome it. I get why thereâs this hard push for mobile since more and more of the world accesses the internet from a mobile device instead of a desktop or laptop these days.
You should have taken a video of the grossness then shamed him on social media like a boss.
Oh naaahh, I actually didnât realize it was happening until he got off the bus. I could see in the corner of my eye he was trying to get my attention but I just avoided eye contact and scrolled threw that dumb thread.
Street harassment has increased over the last few months so this isnât the first time something like this has happened.
People are gross. Itâs probably good I donât use public transportation, the first time someone pulled that with me Iâd probably be arrested for beating the stupid out of the person doing it.
Well, I can post on Versca again but something seems different about it
What happen?