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AoT General / Boring.
« on: November 10, 2012, 04:39:31 AM »

I wish the game was fun again.

AoT General / Oh my god! v30 has been released!
« on: April 01, 2012, 11:54:23 AM »
See for yourselves! So far all I can tell that has changed is there seems to be boats spawning automatically at Port Town. I guess they're fixed.

AoT General / Ephialtes and the Magical Fiber Plant
« on: December 03, 2011, 11:40:15 AM »
It was a calm day. Ephialtes, a strange woman with short blonde hair was quietly playing a harmonica while chilling at the Port Town docks. His left foot was hanging from the edge of the jetty a few metres above the water. His eyes were closed in an attempt to not be distracted by the days flow of heavy Nooblings that were spawning upon on the pier. One such Noobling was being particularly loud, though.
Ephi's eyes snapped open when the voice of the stranger became closer and almost inside his ears. His voice was horrid, it pierced the insides of your skull. The harmonica playing came to a halt as Ephi jumped up in a swift movement only the likes of Curse himself could've followed. "...but how do I script for this game? I want to be able to spy on people and track treasure..."
Ephi looked at the ground and smondayed, clenching his fists. "Koleth, meet me at the warehouse." He boomed across the lands. Ephi then bolted forward, ran up the side of a wall and rebounded, doing a smooth back-flip before throwing his hook at the corner of a nearby building. He swung around on top of the roof in a quick motion; Faustin simply sat on a building with his head slightly facing away from Ephi.
The Noobling followed...sort of. He stumbled to a building, used his hands to climb halfway before falling down flat on his face causing a nearby Rudyman to laugh. He tried again, jumping and throwing the hook towards the top of the building. It held in place but his aim was slightly off. The Noob swung sideways up the building, scraping his arm on the stoned walls causing friction, ultimately slowing him down.
He struggled to vault up onto the roof and then sprinted towards the direction Ephi had gone. He raced over the roof tiles before shrinking next to a wall, his ear was pressed against it. The Noobling could hear voices inside. " Koleth. Take this special script that allows you to become invisible and track treasure..." It was Ephi's voice. A new voice answered in gratitude as Ephi told him his secrets. The new voice had a slight Canadian twist, and was definitely deeper than Ephi's. The voice sounded insecure however, like an autistic person trying to get over his social barriers and ordering his life skills logically. That was the first time I met Koleth, and that Noobling, is me.

Shortly after the incident, I took the script that Ephi "gave" Koleth which was rigged with a password hacker. Ephialtes took control of my accounts and attempted to destroy me in all possible ways. Now you know why he hates me, because I asked him how to script. Oh, this isn't a sympathy post mods, I made a cool story out of it too.

Has anyone got any age of time stories now the game is dead?

P.S. You're wondering about the magical fiber? I lied.

AoT General / Age of Time Render
« on: July 21, 2011, 04:45:54 PM »


AoT General / This is how pros play age of time.
« on: June 09, 2011, 03:17:42 PM »

I'm the one wearing the blue shirt  :cookieMonster:

AoT General / [TUTORIAL] Making a crash parchment.
« on: April 17, 2011, 09:12:48 AM »
1. set an empty parchment to quickslot 9.
2. put this in console: commandToServer('writeParchment', $quickslot9.serverid, "Anonymous's Note", "<bitmap:base/data/fx/lightning/lightning.dml>");
3. ?????

AoT General / Tripping Balls
« on: March 26, 2011, 04:54:58 PM »

Porto gave me some Shrooms.

AoT General / Do you REALLY want this?
« on: January 22, 2011, 05:59:58 AM »
Why would age of time be better with males?


AoT General / Spaceless Dyes Glitch
« on: January 15, 2011, 05:29:34 AM »
Recently, a number of dyes have been popping up with their names having the space removed between the words.

I currently know that BlackDye, YellowDye and CyanDye exists.

What causes this glitch is unknown, and checking the RGB values shows they are identical to their counterpart, so mixing will not produce them.

Does anyone have any dyes with no space between the colour and the word "dye" in it's name?

AoT Clan Discussion / The Anti Clan
« on: December 04, 2010, 11:36:05 AM »
We're the anti clan. We were created in order to perform certain tasks to dominate the game in any way possible but without purposefully affecting other players (unless you attempt to stop us, which is stupid).

Current Memberlist
Shadow Glitch

Requirements to join
- Must have played for atleast 2 years
- Can do Log Challenge with silver hook
- Can do Log Challenge with golden hook under a minute

AoT Clan Discussion / The THC Clan
« on: November 19, 2010, 05:54:14 PM »
Requirements to join:
- Can do LC with Gold hook under a minute
- Has atleast 5k in the bank
- Can beat me in a duel


AoT General / New Laws are being Enforced
« on: September 19, 2010, 04:17:17 AM »
As of lunchtime GMT today, the following rules will be put in place.

- No killing THC members. That includes enforcers.
- No fiber farms. They will be instantly killed. To have a fiber farm, you must purchase some land to put it on.
- No revolutions or rebelions. They wont work.
- Don't kill approved fiber farms.

- 5000gp must be payed if you wish to have complete freedom. If you don't pay, you wont leave port town. Enforcers will come and collect you if you do.
- You will be fined 150gp if you disobey the general rules.

- You may purchase land from me or Porto. All landmarks are for sale (except Port Town).
- You may take someone who hasn't payed the initial 5000gp to your landmark as long as they are with you at all times.
- If you want to make a simple fiber farm, we will allow you to rent the shack.

- Please pay any fines or taxes to the following people:
~ Porto (Mayor of Port Town)
~ DarkSilence (Head of Enforcers)

If you wish to apply as an enforcer, send a parchment containing your username and a valid reason why you wish you join us.

We WILL gain control.

AoT General / Badspot updated the animations....?
« on: September 16, 2010, 01:35:01 PM »
For some reason, if you baton someone onto a horse, instead of them being dead, they now play a hostage pose. Not sure if this usually happens. If it does, I've never noticed before.

AoT General / ....the forget? Savage-Corona's creepypasta
« on: September 14, 2010, 02:16:35 PM »
This is GreenBH all over again! Skippy dropped yet another strange note without any word of it. Here is a screenshot:

I'm guessing it's forged by a troll.

AoT General / My Crap Sword
« on: September 10, 2010, 12:53:40 PM »
 It all started when our overrated adventurer, DarkSilence, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly relieved, DarkSilence grabbed a potato, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few unfulfilled decades later, he realized that his beloved crap sword was missing!  Immediately he called his redheaded stepchild of a 'friend', Jetz. DarkSilence had known Jetz for (plus or minus) 153 years, the majority of which were exotic ones.  Jetz was unique. He was charismatic though sometimes a little... insensitive. DarkSilence called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Jetz picked up to a very sad DarkSilence. Jetz calmly assured him that most long-haired sea monkeys cringe before mating, yet Indonesian devil cats usually sassily yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting DarkSilence.  Why was Jetz trying to distract DarkSilence?  Because he had snuck out from DarkSilence's with the crap sword only three days prior.  It was a electric little crap sword... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before DarkSilence got back to the subject at hand: his crap sword. Jetz sneezed. Relunctantly, Jetz invited him over, assuring him they'd find the crap sword. DarkSilence grabbed his hammock and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Jetz realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the crap sword and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if DarkSilence took the noise-polluting import, he had take at least nine minutes before DarkSilence would get there.  But if he took the horse?  Then Jetz would be alarmingly screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Jetz was interrupted by eleven insensitive Dynamite Orcs that were lured by his crap sword. Jetz panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he deftly reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and randomly punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the horse rolling up.  It was DarkSilence.


   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Jim's House of Wings to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late.  With a skillful leap, DarkSilence was out of the horse and went indiscriminately jaunting toward Jetz's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Jetz was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the crap sword into a box of live hand grenades and then slid the box behind his whale. Jetz was concerned but at least the crap sword was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Jetz sassily purred.  With a calculated push, DarkSilence opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish noble genius in a nappy, busted-out hatchback,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Jetz assured him. DarkSilence took a seat conveniently far from where Jetz had hidden the crap sword. Jetz sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But DarkSilence was distracted. In a tragically predictable turn of events, Jetz noticed a clueless look on DarkSilence's face. DarkSilence slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Jetz felt a stabbing pain in his love handle when DarkSilence asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the crap sword right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A abrasive look started to form on DarkSilence's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dull pencils from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. DarkSilence nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Jetz could react, DarkSilence randomly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The crap sword was plainly in view.

   DarkSilence stared at Jetz for what what must've been eight millseconds. In a tragically predictable turn of events, Jetz groped earnestly in DarkSilence's direction, clearly desperate. DarkSilence grabbed the crap sword and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Jetz let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, DarkSilence,' he rebuked. Jetz always had been a little selfish, so DarkSilence knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Jetz did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at him or something. Before the all-seeing eyes of a perpetually displeased diety, he gripped his crap sword tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Jetz looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from DarkSilence. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for DarkSilence. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Jetz walked over to the window and looked down. DarkSilence was gone.


   Just yonder, DarkSilence was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind Jetz's place. DarkSilence had severely hurt his scalp during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Dynamite Orcs suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the crap sword.  One by one they latched on to DarkSilence.  Already weakened from his injury, DarkSilence yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Dynamite Orcs running off with his crap sword.

   But then God came down with His easygoing smile and restored DarkSilence's crap sword. Feeling pleased, God smote the Dynamite Orcs for their injustice.  Then He got in His hippie-pleasing hybrid vehicle and jetted away with the fortitude of 153 man-eating capybaras running from a enlarged pack of spotted wolf hamsters. DarkSilence skipped with joy when he saw this. His crap sword was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in three minutes his favorite TV show, Big Brother, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When long-haired sea monkeys meet contraceptive'). DarkSilence was contented. And so, everyone except Jetz and a few bloody glove-toting long-haired sea monkeys lived blissfully happy, forever after.

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