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Post by Link on Jan 11, 2014 17:54:42 GMT -5
Ok so, Proboards upgraded to version 5. What does that have to do with the site? you may ask. Well, I reassure you all of your profile pictures signature etc. is all there. The downside to this upgrade (well, one of many I consider downsides, but anyway) the customs buttons I had in effect are no more :/ for some stupid reason it wont show gender, and the Home New Topics etc. buttons arent customizable. Sorry about that.. I HAVE copied all of the old data to multiple word documents, and will see about a plugin that allows for these features to be integrated into the new proboards. Im sorry if, like me, you didnt want the site to upgrade to the way it is now, but it was manditory and I dont have a choice in the matter. I will be upgrading the site very shortly to the new Proboards v5
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Midna
Mushroom
"I mean, is perpetual twilight really all that bad?"
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Post by Midna on Feb 23, 2016 11:54:16 GMT -5
She looks around the corner of a dilapidated forum site, as she focuses her vision on a mysterious figure standing in the distance, she is overcome with emotion. There standing amid the wreckage of posts and threads, a familiar face looks up to the site banner with a sigh of grief. The sorrow on his once cheerful face is too much for her to take. She starts to cross over to the main topic when she stumbles on a piece of data. It looks odd, but given the current state of her surroundings, it fits in quite well. She continues on, finding more data shards as she gets closer to her old friend. Just as she approaches him, he vanishes. An apparition appears. A white form is left in his place, with much the same ominous feeling radiating from the new transparent being as the real one that it took the place of. He must have just logged out. *THUNDER CRASHES* She hears a loud crash of lightning come from a thread behind her. A crack that she didn't even notice before had become a gaping hole, with posts and stickies falling all around her. Another crash and data shards start to pool at the crack. A few larger shards fall, nearly missing her as she dodges them swiftly. She looks back and sees the ghostly being fade away as her friends character data is stored in the site memory. As the pool of data starts to get to heavy for the walls of the crack to hold, the hole is widened and all the shards are sent flying to the ground. She runs from them trying to dodge them as she can, but a forum post falls right in front of her, trapping her with shards coming from behind. She thinks this is the end, she just returned from the void and already she's going to get sent back. All of a sudden she hears the familiar ring of a user signing in. She looks over to the spot where he friend logged out not 5 minutes ago and sees the ghost materialize into Link. She tries to get his attention, but just before she could utter a word, a huge data shard strikes right where she was standing. A crack from the shard splits down the grid-like floor. Link is left unaware of his lost friend's status, when the crack in the floor opens up and light shoots up from the ground. Link sees a hand come out of the hole and reach toward him. Surprised, but hopeful, he reaches down toward it and pulls his friend Midna from the crevasse and pulls her onto the ground near him.
"Long time, no see, my friend. I hope the times have not made you weary." Midna says to Link as she tries to catch her breath.
Link looks at her with his blue eyes, furrowing his brow slightly as a smirk starts to appear on his face. "Same Midna I've always known. Too careless for your own good."
"I could say the same of you, I remember you charging into danger a time or two." She looks at her old friend, he doesn't have the face he once had. His once youthful eyes now show wisdom, and the beard he now wears is evidence of how long it really has been.
"Now is not the time for getting reacquainted, we're still in a bit of trouble."
A new crack opens up in the eastern wall and more light is sent from it. As soon as they turn to see a third crack, the entire thread is filled with the unholy light. Particles of text are flowing into the thread, and a figure emerges.
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