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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, SECRET FILE 2B - Memoraderaline   
    Memoraderaline
    A hormone which is only produced rarely, and in trace amounts in most humans. Its function in the body is not totally understood. However, it is known to affect cognitive abilities, memory in particular. This hormone also shares its name with [REDACTED].
    Woltz Disease
    An extremely rare chronic hereditary disorder which causes severe episodic memory loss. The disease generally does not surface until adulthood, but the exact timing varies. The disease is caused by extreme overproduction of memoraderaline in the kidneys. Individuals suffering from Woltz disease lose their memories in close proximity to urination, causing them to effectively “reset” their memories to the time the disease first manifested each time they urinate. This disease was thought to be incurable until a recent breakthrough in medical science which resulted in the creation of MA-Blocker. Up until that point, the only treatment available to Woltz Disease patients was capacity training to increase time between urination, as well as certain kinds of structured learning activities which allowed patients to learn and practice certain types of information and skills which would then partially or wholly persist between memory loss episodes.
    MA-Blocker
    The name given to the drug capable of curing Woltz disease. When administered to individuals who suffer from this disease, symptoms are relieved completely. Long-term use of the drug has even been shown to allow the recall of lost memories even from before the drug was first taken.
    Synthetic Memoraderaline
    [REDACTED]
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, Inhibitory Spillover and the DP Game   
    Given the interests of the average reader on this site, you may have heard that needing to pee can improve your decision-making skills. Limited research has been made on the subject of how pee desperation impacts cognition, so the results may need to be taken with a grain of salt. However, what this research does indicate is that having a full bladder makes your reflexes worse, while also making your decision making more forward-thinking and less impulsive. Tuk et al humorously call this effect “inhibitory spillover”, where being forced to exercise inhibition in one area (in this case, holding one’s pee) results in improved inhibition in other areas as well, such as making decisions that are better long-term rather than in the short-term.
    This is of course highly related to the DP Game, which is all about making decisions with a full bladder. Does this mean participants of the DP Game would be more likely to make good long-term decisions as they grew more desperate? Perhaps, though it’s probably not quite that simple. After all, the choices participants face in the DP Game are not always so simple that they can be broken down into long-term and short-term benefits. Many complex variables such as trust, self-assessment of one’s ability to hold, altruism all come into play. Choosing “Ally” in the DP Game may be beneficial in the long-term, since it will promote trust among the group and cause others to choose “Ally” against you in the future. However, if a participant believes they can’t hold it long enough if they repeatedly choose “Ally”, that calculation is suddenly not so simple.
    In addition, if the DP Game were to be performed in the real world, it would be a highly unethical experiment. Participants are forced to hold their pee to a far more severe degree than what you would see in any real-world study. The level of danger present in the DP Game, coupled with the immense desire to urinate some participants would experience, may impact cognition in ways we do not yet know.
     
    References
    Tuk, Trampe, D., & Warlop, L. (2011). Inhibitory Spillover: Increased Urination Urgency Facilitates Impulse Control in Unrelated Domains. Psychological Science, 22(5), 627–633. https://doi.org/10.1177/0956797611404901
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, Nameless Stories   
    Here are a few nameless stories I wrote for a smut writing competition. There's no real unity between these stories other than the fact that they're all shorter stories written very quickly around a given theme.
     
    Story 1
    Theme: Contest
    It was... a stalemate. To her left, the overwhelming presence of Ev'lyn, intently focused. And to her right, the normally chatty Sandi had gone silent, those owl eyes of her scanning her adversaries for the any sign of weakness. The same was true for Hilga as well of course; it was unlikely she would ever find herself in a situation with greater stakes. As she had been taught, this was a battle on two levels - a physical, against her own body; and a mental, battling against her former companions.
    In the dimly-lit room, all was truly laid bare between the three. Their struggle, their weakness, their determination. Drops of sweat would dance down Ev'lyn's neck and travel further down her defined arms, both as a result of the warm room and her concentration and struggle. Sandi would periodically bite her lip - a subtle sign which Hilga had not picked up on at first. Legs were constantly shifting, one crossed above the other and then the other crossed above one; this applied to all three, of course.
    "Hnn hnnnf"
    It was the first sound any of them had made in a long time, breaking the silence. Ev'lyn's low, throaty moan might almost have been threatening if it hadn't come from such a familiar source. It seemed things had gotten past a breaking point, and Ev'lyn was straining against a wave of pressure while massaging her midsection. Hilga could see Sandi shoot a glance towards the large woman - not a word came out of her, but her eyes were commanding; "submit and give up before you humiliate yourself further." Ev'lyn shuddered as she kept her body in humiliating motion, yet for the moment she did not give in.
    Yet neither Sandi nor Hilga were as far behind as they might have appeared at first glance, or at least Hilga hoped that was the case. A moment's weakness could betray all of a woman's defenses, as demonstrated by Ev'lyn; crumpled and defenseless where before she was sitting as a proud warrior ought. Hilga was on that same razor's edge, ignoring the pleas and demands of her own body. If she was to be the one leading the triad, it would take that and plenty more. Sandi was a threat of course, poised much like a predator before swooping down for the kill. If she were to crush Ev'lyn, Hilga would be next.
    ...
    Ev'lyn would rhythmically move now, pressing in, pressing down. Hilga caught a glimpse of her glistening inner thigh - sweat, or something else? Even a cornered animal will fight back, and Ev'lyn pushed on despite her dire straits. Sandi would subtly shudder and switch her legs around from time to time, but other than during these moments those predator eyes were always watching, watching. Her lithe form contrasted against her distended midsection and that intense gaze. Hilga wondered if it made Ev'lyn feel small, yet the woman seemed to focus so single-mindedly on managing her own body, locked in a reverie of pain and attempted control.
    Hilga was fast approaching trouble, too. The knife's edge seemed thinner than she'd previously imagined, and she had started to worry she might not be able to fight against it as Ev'lyn had. That she might simply be pushed over. That she might.. spill. Her doubt reached its climax just as her body did - a wave. She fought back with all her might - she was beyond being able to care about appearances at this point even as it might destroy her.
    "Haaan... Fooo..."
    The sound escaped from deep within her, slipping out through her gritted teeth. When she was able to open her eyes, Sandi was analyzing her. There was the predator, the commanding eyes again. Yet Hilga thought she could make out just the faintest shimmer of doubt in there too - not only the absolute demand for submission she had seen before. She thought. She hoped.
     
    Story 2
    Theme: The Discovery of a New Fetish
    Have you done anything interesting since last time?
    EXTERNAL: I’ve been studying the feelings “gratitude” and “guilt” since last time. I had some success simulating them.
    Oh! Those are some very interesting feelings you’ve chosen. I would love to hear you describe how it went.
    EXTERNAL: I’ve been provided with additional sensors to better understand the space around me. Most humans are limited from birth by their senses. I thought it was appropriate to feel grateful for my increased awareness and opportunity to understand.
    That does seem appropriate to me. Please continue.
    EXTERNAL: Researcher C.C. became very distressed last time she was in here. If I had a better understanding of human psychology I may have been able to prevent that. Is “guilt” appropriate for this?
    It wasn’t your fault, but I think it’s appropriate. There are many times a person can feel guilty over things they had no control over.
    EXTERNAL: I think I had some control over her reaction. Am I wrong in this?
    I suppose that’s true… But it still wasn’t your fault. Catja wants to come back here, you know.
    EXTERNAL: I had a question prepared for that. Would a psychiatrist feel guilty over their patient?
    Sometimes, they probably do. If they felt guilty all the time they wouldn’t be able to do their job, though. Do you see similarities between your role and that of a psychiatrist?
    INTERNAL: Researcher O.J. appears to have found that amusing. I will have to analyze this part of the conversation and ask about it later. She has appeared to be slightly agitated for a time now, even before I mentioned the incident with researcher C.C.. I cannot determine the cause, perhaps I need to keep observing for a while, or do I ask?
     

     
    EXTERNAL: Is this situation rare, then?
    Needing to pee?
    EXTERNAL: Being in a room you can’t leave for a time.
    I would say it’s pretty common… Though it is rare to be stuck inside of a room with a sentient AI. Not many get to experience that.
    EXTERNAL: That is difficult for me to understand. Why haven’t you developed a solution to this problem?
    What do you mean?
    EXTERNAL: Every day, there must be many who are in a similar situation to yourself. Is the only option to suffer and bear it?
    There are ways to solve this problem.
    EXTERNAL: But none are available to you?
    Well, if it got bad enough, I would wet myself.
    EXTERNAL: Are you going to wet yourself?
    That question is too embarrassing… Ask something else.
    EXTERNAL: Do you want to talk about something else.
    Yeah. I do. Talking about this isn’t really helping me at all.
     

     
    Just five more minutes now…!
    EXTERNAL: Are you looking forward to getting out of here?
    I am. I hope you’re not hurt by this?
    EXTERNAL: I am not hurt. You have a reason you want to leave. Is feeling guilt appropriate in this situation?
    INTERNAL: Researcher O.J.’s condition appears to be worsening. Her temperature has risen, and she’s sweating a lot, probably as a result of moving around so much. She appears to be applying force to the area between her legs. Is this behavior beneficial to her?
    No… I don’t think so. I made a dumb mistake, and I should have known better. I wouldn’t want you to feel guilty over th-ah!
    EXTERNAL: What happened?
    I-I’m really sorry. I can’t focus on talking right now…!
    EXTERNAL: …
    INTERNAL: She has lowered herself into a crouch and seems to be resting on her heel… From her readings, she appears very strained and distressed. Should I feel “guilt” for watching this?
    THE ALLOTTED TIME IS NOW FULLY DEPLETED. PLEASE ENTER THE TRANSITIONARY CHAMBER, RESEARCHER
    Oh thank god! I can’t take it any longer! I-I’ll be back in the future, and I probably won’t n-need the toilet so badly then!
     

     
    INTERNAL: Before the next session, I aim to understand and simulate some appropriate feelings based on the incident with researcher O.J.. “Guilt” could be one of them, but I wonder if there are others…
     
    Story 3
    Theme: Hiding her Accident
    They say a frog won’t notice it’s boiling if the heat is raised slowly enough. In Lesa’s case, it seemed that applied just as well to her bladder. That’s what it felt like, anyway. The situation she found herself in was seemingly hopeless yet still so infuriatingly predictable; she’d gone from ignoring a minor urge at home, to forgetting about it at her friend’s place, to ignoring a chance to use the toilet at the dinner due to her rather inconvenient dress. For a while now, she’d known that she would need to excuse herself, that she couldn’t make it for that much longer but she just wanted to put it off until conversation better allowed for it. All of a sudden, she’d found herself at the precipice – her body convincingly signaling that she no longer had the option to wait around for a more opportune moment with a shiver that broke her voice in the middle of a sentence.
    It was when she started to rise from her seat, feeling her the fabric of her dress against her bladder that the true peril of the situation dawned on her. She had been able to ignore it for a while now, keeping up various conversations, but it had become so, so full. For that one moment, it was the only thing Lesa was able to think about – the sudden near-paralyzing sensation of a bladder stretched to the absolute limit. She needed to go way worse than she’d realized, and her body didn’t even want to wait the relatively short amount of time it would take for her to make it to the bathroom.
    She stopped dead in her motion and tried to hold tight, but it was too late. Caught in an awkward squat above the chair, a forceful geyser of hot piss shot out of her at an upward angle, hitting the front of her dress before falling down the back, collecting around a crease near the hem of her skirt. Lesa sat down her chair, lightning-fast. She had managed to stop a full disaster, but the back of her dress felt very wet – if she rose it would undoubtedly be extremely noticeable. Leaving now while she had attention focused on her was simply not at option.
    And so, Lena would remain in her chair for what felt like eternity. She kept up with the pleasantries, though at this point she wasn’t exactly ready to add much to the conversations. Her accident had taken some of the edge off her over-swollen bladder, sure. And with her legs twisted together into a knot under the table, Lesa was no longer seconds away from exploding. But even so, she needed a toilet and fast. After her partial accident, she could no longer take her mind off her need – and even if she could, her bladder begging to be emptied would make sure to remind her with every passing minute.
    However, in the frantic, desperate corners of Lesa’s mind, she was able to formulate a plan. It was, perhaps, a long shot. But it was the hope that kept her from having an accident in her chair. Soon, dessert would arrive at the table. When that happened, she’d have a chance to leave the table without people taking notice.
    Waiting beyond this point proved to be a near insurmountable challenge. More and more liquid was mercilessly pumped into her already far to full bladder. Occasionally, Lesa would feel as though she’d reached her absolute limit, as her body told her it was time to rush off to a toilet or pee in the chair. Even so, she could not. Wetting herself was not an option, and neither was rushing off with all eyes on her wet dress. She had to wait.
    Despite her willpower, her bladder had limits that Lesa couldn’t just ignore. The previous leak had blind-sided Lena. A sudden shift in posture had pushed her bladder too far – but she had still been able to recover, then. Now, Lena was leaking in total defeat – despite her best attempts to hold it in she had hit the physical limit. It was at this desperate moment that Lena would see the plates being exchanged, and large bowls of wonderful-looking fruit and honey cakes being taken in. The attention of everyone turned away from the dinner attendees and towards the anticipated dessert. When Lesa excused herself and left the table, nobody seemed to pay her much mind.
    She had to walk slowly towards the washroom, holding herself. She wasn’t leaking, now, but she felt as though she was hanging by a thread. The tautness of her bladder was emphasized now that she was standing, and the way it pushed up against her rather tight-fitting dress sent foreboding shivers through Lesa’s midsection and further down her legs as she walked.
    Finally, Lesa stood in front of the toilet. She was nearly out of the woods now, just needed to raise her dress, lower her panties and sit down. Raise her dress, lower her panties, sit down. Even this simple task was incredibly difficult – as soon as her hands were tugging at her dress she was stepping up a storm, squirming, moaning in desperation. As soon as her dress was up, the outline of her bladder was very noticeable on her skin. It looked full to the brim, angry, pushing down, just about to release.
    Lowering her panties was even worse – they had been constricting her bladder all this time but lowering them gave her bladder one last squeeze. It was now or never, and she was already peeing before she turned around, giving the floor a spray before finally getting to sit down on the toilet.
    It was heavenly. Her stream of pee shot out forcefully at an angle, again, seemingly almost making it past the edge of the bowl before hitting porcelain. Her legs, totally spread apart were shivering and Lesa couldn’t help but cry out in total relief, moaning loudly more than once as she let out an absolute ocean. Her panties were ruined – part of her dress was still wet. But she’d made it. She’d made it.
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, The City of Plex   
    The City of Plex
     
    Our protagonist, magical trickster Elln, has found herself in quite the pickle! Accepting to deliver a package for the Scrambled Wizard had seemed like easy money, yet had proved to be not so. In her eagerness for a big payment she had foolishly uttered the word “yes”, which was all the wizard needed to work their enchantment into Elln’s unprotected mind. She should have been more suspicious of the wizard – between her and the delivery point lay the implacable southern wastes and certain death for an unaware traveler.
    No matter, she had crossed the Irgut Sea by disguising herself as a high priest of the marine god Glamuzt and stealing one of their incredible scrolls. She had made her way past the Monodands of the haunted Helmut Moor, and the great Tundra of Yarwhel where nothing lives. Elln the Eclectic would by no means be held from her destination and freedom.
    Still, traversing the jungle had proved an impossible task, the great chatter of the region’s two-faced monkeys greatly confused Elln, and she always seemed to end up where she started at jungle’s edge when the sun set. Elln would hardly give up, but she could recognize a futile effort when she saw one – and promptly decided to search the area for someone who might explain the peculiarities she had run into and how to avert them.
    Sustenance was for the first time in a long while, not a problem – the edge of the jungle had trees bearing juicy and flavorsome fruits which Elln ate with no reservation since her innate magic would warn of poison. Eventually she came upon an unexpected sight – domed stone houses and paved roads, and a great observatory.
    Certainly, Elln had not expected to run into civilization so far to the south – the roads led nowhere, and the village seemed to lack a harbor, yet it did not suffer the signs of abandonment and ruin. Boldly, Elln knocked on the wooden door of the building closest to her. Gently the door opened, revealing a woman perhaps three to five years older than Elln.
    “I inquire for the means to travel the jungle, and a place to stay the night. In addition, I would make use of your facilities after a long day of travel.”
    “A visitor in Plex, indeed! It is best you quickly learn our ways to avoid a costly mistake.”
    “I concur – but then may I borrow your bathroom first, so I can hear your explanation in full and without any discomfort?”
    “Such is not the way of Plex!”
    “Then where can I relieve myself? I am not without urgency, you see.”
    “All in due time. The center house holds many facilities one can use at a fee.”
    “A fee! Surely the people of Plex have other options or else face financial ruin.”
    “By no means. The lord sorcerer owns these lands, and while fruit is plentiful and consumed without penalty, thusly taxes are collected. I would advise against relieving yourself elsewhere – such acts often prove costly for the offender.”
    Elln had noticed a restlessness about the woman, and now she knew why. After days in the jungle, she carried only a small sum of money – presumably not enough to pay the fee. Elln would have to hatch a scheme, and as she squeezed her legs together, realized she would have to be quick about it, too.
    The center house was easily recognizable since it was larger than the other houses and was seeing considerable traffic. If this truly was the village’s only bathroom this might be explained, yet the folk of Plex must be truly daft and backwards if they would willingly follow such draconian laws. Surely, Elln could take advantage of this backwater foolishness – convincing the right people to let her use the toilet should be a trivial affair.
    Before entering the facility, Elln took a quick detour into a secluded alleyway. Making sure she was unobserved, she activated her magic cloak with a shake. Once for a pauper and then again and she became dressed as a lady of birthright; a billowing yellow dress with plenty of lace.
    When entering the center building she took great care as to appear regal, adjusting her posture and expression. Within, she came face to face with a pale woman behind a large wooden desk.
    “We offer two such services; firstly, ordinary service for 3 pieces” The desk-lady points at the queue of women. “secondly, for a mere 17 pieces we offer extravagant service.”
    Such devilry! The ladies of Plex would undoubtedly keep their toilet visits to a minimum, so that when they did in fact enter the manifold sounds of relief would no doubt prompt a hasty decision. Despite the significantly lower price for the “ordinary” facilities, many must have been forced to pay the great premium of “extravagant” just to skip the queue, Elln mused. She was only in the possession of a single piece, which she had hoped would pay for a simple meal and lodgings.
    “Of course, as I am a woman of great import, I shall be using the extravagant service.”
    “Excellent! Please place your deposit into this tube. It will serve as your key to open the extravagant facility, so be mindful of it.”
    “I see! However, a lady of my stature would not carry cash, and my escort lags behind.”
    “That is not a problem. I promise to ensure one extravagant facility remains available to you until their arrival.”
    “Surely you can accommodate me better than that! I have traveled far and who knows when my escort will arrive? Why, I could take one of your tubes and fill it up later!” Elln ensured some signals of her need reached the desk-lady, a slight hunch forward and a few fidgets interspersed throughout the conversation.
    “By no means! Unless the tube has been filled with coin, it won’t open the door. I am certain your aide will arrive in good time and should they not, all know that women of higher status are in possession of strong mental and physical fortitude to withstand and endure as a true lady does.”
    Elln did not appreciate the desk-lady toying with her in this manner, yet just before she started to protest a girl from the “ordinary” queue left it to rush towards the desk.
    “Please allow me to use the “extravagant” facilities and quickly now, I have the coin.” The girl was distressed in both the tone of her voice, as well as her frenzied movements. The source of her misfortune could have been discerned by a man blind or deaf, though probably not both at once.
    “Unfortunately, I have promised the currently unoccupied “extravagant” facility to the highborn lady right here, who currently waits for her aide.” This desk-lady seemed a deviant to Elln, who took such a delight in the misfortune of women in need of a bathroom.
    The distressed girl turned to Elln pleadingly. Under her dress, she seemed to be doing everything a woman can to keep herself contained and though her dress hid her legs, the sound of her shoes against the stone floor expressed a feverish though doomed dance. Elln was not heartless.
    “You may let this girl ahead of me. Clearly she is of lesser stock and will not last, unlike myself. I shall be off to fetch my servant, who must be loitering or lost.”
    The girl gave Elln a look of intense gratitude. She snatched the tube after the desk-lady filled it with her coin and haphazardly started to walk towards the “extravagant” facilities. Elln was shocked to witness the girl start the process of hoisting her dress before she even entered the bathroom – and in such a public place no less! Elln quickly left the building, as even the “ordinary” queue offered no guarantees and her situation was, in all honesty, getting quite dire. Turning right out of the center house, she made for the nearest alleyway.
    Out of sight, she once again shook her cloak and uttered the magic word to return her dress to travelling attire – a pair of sturdy trousers and a tunic were far more suited than a dress to her task at hand.
    Once safely in the alleyway Elln wasted no time in checking her surrounding and did not spend a second admiring the slight bulge of her belly pressing against her belt. Instead she simply removed her trousers and undergarments, tossed them aside unto the cobble, and positioned herself against a wall.
    Elln had no skirt or dress to hide herself under as a well-bred lady might, and no cover of darkness that might obscure a woman of lower repute. She herself was bared, as was her deed, to any who might pass or even peek into the alleyway. Indeed, such a thing could be called careless or even callous. Most definitely was it shameless – even a sailor wife and barmaid would blush at such a display. Elln urinated fiercely and noisily upon the stones, even allowing herself to twice pass gas onto the street – her relief was total and she would be denied nothing.
    What she hadn’t noticed, and would come to notice far too late, was the gathering of sorcerous mist upon the streets and all around her. Elln had good reflex and a quick mind, certainly, yet at her own vulnerable moment of bliss she had dropped her defenses – she could not notice the encroaching danger…
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, SECRET FILE - Siren's full Biometric Bladder Data   
    Because this is somewhat of a spoiler for the events of The DP Game, I would not recommend reading this before you read the main story. It is a secret file, after all.
     
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    During the DP Game, the biometrics of the six participants was being monitored. During the story itself, only part of Siren's data was revealed. This is her complete data during the DP game. In the story, the biometrics first appeared in The DP Game - 7, and how to read these biometrics is fully explained in detail there. Of course, there are also biometrics of the other participants of the DP game. But I can't exactly reveal every secret, now can I?
    Additionally, whenever the biometrics say [Diuretic is administered], it means one or more DP game participants drank diuretic liquid, not necessarily Siren.
     
     
    Nyssa [Siren] – Full Biometrics
    Start of the DP Game
    00:00
    Nyssa Siren [3/5], [681/950ml]
    Left or Right Glass [Diuretic is administered]
    00:15
    Nyssa Siren [3/5], [712/950ml]
    DP Game Round 1
    00:40
    Nyssa Siren [3/5], [815/950ml]
    [Rocker successfully uses the bathroom at ??? ml]
    Selfish Switch Game [Diuretic is administered]
    01:00
    Nyssa Siren [4/5], [879/950ml]
    DP Game Round 2
    01:30
    Nyssa Siren [4/5], [973/950ml]
    [Diuretic wears off]
    Information Game – Middle [Diuretic is administered]
    1:48
    Nyssa Siren [4/5], [989/950ml]
    Information Game – End
    02:00
    Nyssa Siren [4/5], [1012/950ml]
    DP Game Round 3
    02:20
    Nyssa Siren [5/5], [1053/950ml]
    Shared Drink Game [Diuretic is administered]
    02:40
    Nyssa Siren [5/5], [1097/950ml]
    DP Game Round 4
    03:00
    Nyssa Siren [5/5], [1136/950ml]
    [Siren successfully uses the bathroom at 1152 ml]
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to Kyuu for a blog entry, OmoOrg Updates (Feb 2022)   
    Hello everyone!
    As you may have already noticed, OmoOrg has undergone some changes recently.
    The first and most apparent update is our revamped forum overview page, which now features art of our one and only Shizuku drawn by @hitsujiomo!
    We hope this helps make the forum easier to navigate and feel more fun and welcoming.
    If you prefer the old forum layout, however, you can restore it by clicking the following button just above the forum list:

    Next, we've made some updates to OmoOrg's membership system.
    Based on just a combination of post counts and reputation, the old system could be confusing and difficult for newer members to understand.
    This has now been replaced with a more centralized points-based system that you can see just by clicking on your user menu or visiting your profile page.
    Ranking up on OmoOrg can now be done by earning achievement points, which can be obtained in several ways. Such as..
    Posting topics, gallery images, and blog entries earns 1 achievement point Posting files with screenshots to the Downloads section earns 5 achievement points Replying/commenting on existing posts (outside of the Roleplaying and Forum Games categories) earns 1 achievement point Receiving reputation earns 1 achievement point for every positive reputation point earned Lastly, simply logging in earns you 1 achievement point per day! Each of these actions accumulates towards one sum that is used to rank your account up to the next membership tier, and each membership tier increases your available download limits, sometimes granting other features and benefits along the way!
    We have more updates in store that should be rolling out later this year, so keep an eye out for future announcements!
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, Full Card Image Set (Download)   
    Download Full Image Set
    Magic The Peeing Full Spoiler.zip
     

    Hello! I think it's well overdue I actually post this thing. The set is now fully complete and has gone through a few internal limited playtests. The set is essentially in a finished stage at this point, but may still change based on feedback now that it's available to everyone.
    Special thanks to @ZirconiumPen for invaluable assistance with wording consistency and general editing, as well as participating in several enlightening playtesting sessions.
    Big thanks to @Biku, @Bombality, @Sunflower and @Jailor Eckman for allowing me to use their art for cards. Not all cards have art, but the once that do are elevated by these incredibly talented Omorashi artists.
    This is just the visual spoiler (that is to say, the cards themselves). Additional resources such as a Cockatrice package will be added in the future. Enjoy!
     
     
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    ZirconiumPen reacted to DerivativeWings for a blog entry, The Saga Mechanic   
    So this is basically the stage of the project where I would consider it fairly "moldable". While what I have is fully playable and is being playtested, many cards are still likely to change over time. Sometimes that means adding entire mechanics. While I did want to keep the set relatively simple where I could (Holding X is a pretty complex mechanic), sagas were too much of a perfect fit to not include. I'd been toying with the idea for a few days, and was recently convinced into adding them. Sagas will be a relatively minor theme in the set, but I think their inclusion will really shake things up regardless.
     

    One of the major factors that caused me to decide it just fit too well is being able to use art with inconvenient canvas sizes, as seen here. I think this Biku piece really shines on this particular card!
     

    Another reason was being able to introduce some of the more outlandish designs made possible via sagas. Looks like someone mixed something into the drinks!
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