Well, moved might be more appropriate. It's not changing much.

All right, everyone, here's the deal. Since our mod here has disappeared and the game is on moderated membership, that means that no new players can get in. Not good, right? So, we're MOVING!

It's not a huge change, really. The new comm is at grid_lined, and has an OOC comm at grid_lined_ooc. So, head on over there, join up, and start playing!

From here on, all new threads need to be posted at grid_lined.

Obviously, old threads can continue here to their conclusion, or you may move/repost anything to continue them. Any posts here can be linked in the new comm as well for continuity.

Please direct any questions to me or survivethesiren, the mods of the new comm!

Black against black. Besides an occasional spark of lightening high up within the clouds that blanketed what went for the Grid's sky, nothing pierced through the darkness that expanded out in front of Gem. Even her own suit's lighting could do very little against the darkness here at the edge of the Sea of Simulation.
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[ooc: Open to everyone! Jump on in...the water's just a *tiny* bit poisoned :)]

I have decided that I will be taking over management of the Games. I will be returning them to their original purpose from our Creator. They will be a place for Programs to practice their skills with no fear of deresolution, and a place for entertainment for all Programs who wish to observe.

I will be participating in the Games myself, but also overseeing to ensure that the new rules are followed. Failed combatants will never be derezzed. Anyone wishing to join the Games is welcome, and I will help to train new programs in proper techniques.

That is all.

[Tron can be found at the Game Arena after making this announcement over the Grid. He hopes he's doing the right thing. This is one step in a positive direction, at least...?]



[[OOC: Slight warning for vaguely adult-ish content in thread with Gem. IDK what you'd even consider that. o_o]]

I thought I was going to have more internet access this past week--so as a result, I kinda...wasn't around to tag at all. I'll be picking them up again soon, but sorry for droppin the ball there for a while!

~Linds

Who: Jazz and Ram
What: Time out from all the drama.
When: New Grid, pre-Legacy
Where: Somewhere on the Grid
Warning: AU from all the other AUness Ram's been involved in so far. Man, how many different continuities has he got going now..... XD


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Formal appology here, from me.
Not only for my disappearance, but for the likelihood I will remain fairly uninvolved until January 28th.
Why?
Because 1) sick user is sick...like...really, I want to know wtf this is because it's ridiculous
and 2) School. Sucks.
I won't go into other things, but...I'm your only angry red sausage face :c
So I guess you'll have to go without?

Is that healthy?
 

But yeah, I'm sorry if in the upcoming weeks I'm slow to tag, especially if I'm slower than a_perfect_system!clu, Ram, and Sark...combined
which I will be.

LOVE YOU GUYS_{especially sark}

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There's totally infinite possibilities of excuses I could make, buuuuuuut. I'm not going to make them. I *am*, however, going to say this:

I'M SORRY.

Sorry that I left you all hanging & sorry that I haven't been the dillypickle you may have been wanting/needing. It's *FANTASTIC* (seriously) to see another here!

but rly, sorry bout dropping the ball (REAL LYFE has been pretty rough lately) but I hope you'll still keep me.</sub>

xx, Dilly's Mun.

Who: Alan1 and YOU.
What: In his search for Flynn, Alan has stumbled his way into the Grid. Whoops.
When: The post is written to be maybe a year or two after Flynn’s disappearance, but timeskipping is totally okay too. He’s too confused to know the difference.
Where: Wherever YOU are
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Gem was bored.

It was a typical feeling for her lately, as much as she was loath to admit it. What was there to be interested in? Yes, occasionally she met a program with a bit of spark, of fire in the caverns below the Colosseum. But what was the point of even showing interest? Rinzler always finished them off. Leader's little program, always ruining her fun.

Walking into the End of Line, she nodded once to the guards there, heading towards the back. There were many she knew here, yes, but even as they tried to catch her eye, she ignored them for now. It wouldn't make them any less interested in her...in fact she knew quite well it would only make them want her more. Let them. As the head of the Sirens, Gem knew her craft well; she could turn her head, bat an eye, and have programs falling at her feet if she wanted. But that was the problem--what was the challenge in any of it?

Ordering a drink, she sat down in corner on one of the elevated platforms, allowing her to watch everyone come and go, mix and mingle. All the while keeping her apart from them. If they wanted to talk to her--if they wanted a piece, they'd have to come to Gem, first.

The game is on, she thought, Let us see who plays.

[ooc: Everyone is welcome, Action or prose is fine. It's my first time here, so be gentle! ;_;]