Hey guys, I heard of [Candle Helmet] and start to wonder if...... the candles drips wax on the player's head
obviously thats why there isn't a real [Candle Helmet] .......Simple mistakes
Plus how come a [Goblin Mask] be rare? ,I mean look at it, its just a wooden mask....
And If Skeleton came back from his grave should it be ash?.....even the skeleton has no muscles its just a bone xD
without muscles it's not able move or join the bones together properly in a fixed position....
All rubish xD
Please comment all the mistakes you think they have made...
I found something much, much bigger.
I found out what TMW is about.
Think: how had you found yourself there?
Just, suddenly, you're in the desert city.
And now, the weird part: in the whole city there's only few inhabitants, and many, many houses you can't even enter. And almost all of these people sit there all day.
And the revelation: remember when Bernard asked you for a roasted maggot and a slime for soup?
Hmm, but how did I know about what you and Bernard talked about?
I talked to a few newcomers, and...
HE ASKS EVERYONE THE SAME. YOU, ME, EVERYONE.
OK, maybe he likes maggot soup very much. But remember when you saved Hurnscald from Bandit Lord? Or rescued Rossy? Or healed Mouboo, cleaned the pond, freed Cindy?
Everyone had.
So, you may ask, why would... Why would anyone make such and gigantic scheme? The answer is clear, but only if you think a little.
All inhabitants give you something. But not for free. It means, the people behind this wants us to have armor and weapons, but they know if we got this without effort, we would not train and get stronger. So they want us to be strong.
They also gave us a pretty clothes, rare masks and hats... They cost a lots of money.
So they want us to get money.
Now, think... what is a way of getting money, where you don't get money for armor, weapons or food?
Who collects enormous amount of "useless" things for a good payment, limited only to see us with it tomorrow?
Who plays his role thousands times a day? Who "forgets" what he was talking about a minute ago, and always answers with the same excitement? Who has infinite amount of money despite being old and sick?
Yes. The person which hires "inhabitants" to pretend they need something from us. The person that kidnapped and trapped us on Mana "World", which really is just a closed part of the world for voluntary slaves.
And then he produces rejuvenating cosmetics, potency drugs, and gets enormous money from every each bat wing. The crazy laughter he makes is not a laughter of an old madman: he's laughing at our naivety.
He just doesn't takes more than some amount to keep us motivated.
Arkim.
The silent lord of TMW.
Derpella wrote:I found something much, much bigger.
I found out what TMW is about.
Think: how had you found yourself there?
Just, suddenly, you're in the desert city.
And now, the weird part: in the whole city there's only few inhabitants, and many, many houses you can't even enter. And almost all of these people sit there all day.
And the revelation: remember when Bernard asked you for a roasted maggot and a slime for soup?
Hmm, but how did I know about what you and Bernard talked about?
I talked to a few newcomers, and...
HE ASKS EVERYONE THE SAME. YOU, ME, EVERYONE.
OK, maybe he likes maggot soup very much. But remember when you saved Hurnscald from Bandit Lord? Or rescued Rossy? Or healed Mouboo, cleaned the pond, freed Cindy?
Everyone had.
So, you may ask, why would... Why would anyone make such and gigantic scheme? The answer is clear, but only if you think a little.
All inhabitants give you something. But not for free. It means, the people behind this wants us to have armor and weapons, but they know if we got this without effort, we would not train and get stronger. So they want us to be strong.
They also gave us a pretty clothes, rare masks and hats... They cost a lots of money.
So they want us to get money.
Now, think... what is a way of getting money, where you don't get money for armor, weapons or food?
Who collects enormous amount of "useless" things for a good payment, limited only to see us with it tomorrow?
Who plays his role thousands times a day? Who "forgets" what he was talking about a minute ago, and always answers with the same excitement? Who has infinite amount of money despite being old and sick?
Yes. The person which hires "inhabitants" to pretend they need something from us. The person that kidnapped and trapped us on Mana "World", which really is just a closed part of the world for voluntary slaves.
And then he produces rejuvenating cosmetics, potency drugs, and gets enormous money from every each bat wing. The crazy laughter he makes is not a laughter of an old madman: he's laughing at our naivety.
He just doesn't takes more than some amount to keep us motivated.
Arkim.
The silent lord of TMW.
This too.
It reminds me of urban legend which states Platyna is walking among us in disguise. Like Jesus and Saint Peter in old folk stories. Every female player is under suspicion. Especially from Poland. But of course it can be any player. Any.
And eventually,
'He's dreaming now,' said Tweedledee: 'and what do you think he's dreaming about?'
Alice said 'Nobody can guess that.'
'Why, about you!' Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. 'And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?'
'Where I am now, of course,' said Alice.
'Not you!' Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. 'You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!'
'If that there King was to wake,' added Tweedledum, 'you'd go out — bang! — just like a candle!'
'I shouldn't!' Alice exclaimed indignantly. 'Besides, if I'm only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?'
'Ditto' said Tweedledum.
'Ditto, ditto!' cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, 'Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.'
'Well, it no use your talking about waking him,' said Tweedledum, 'when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real.'
'I am real!' said Alice and began to cry.
'You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying,' Tweedledee remarked: 'there's nothing to cry about.'
'If I wasn't real,' Alice said — half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous — 'I shouldn't be able to cry.'
'I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?' Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
'I know they're talking nonsense,' Alice thought to herself: 'and it's foolish to cry about it.' So she brushed away her tears, and went on as cheerfully as she could.
,I mean look at it, its just a wooden mask....
