Intergalactic Summit

The process by which space dragon teatmilk becomes space elf space vodka is a closely guarded secret; it's said that each space elf space clan has it's own recipes and methods. What they have in common is space elfs themselfs. Spacemans cannot produce space elf space vodka, and any attempt to do so invariably produces, shall we say, violently suboptimal results.

In the metaphorical sense, as bees are to honey, space elfs are to space elf space vodka. That's about as clear as I can be.

Ah, space whales. You have not lived until you have swum with space whales in space seas. I pine for my space elf youth, just to think of it...

wait..... I thought you guys were known for your wine......

This topic disgusts me. Not only do I get to see a space elf degrade and discredit my lineage of space elves, but I also see him spreading more and more lies in addition to openly promoting slander and other such nonsense.

I am both disgusted and appalled to see this development.

Silly me; here I thought the IGS was some sort of progressive forum for the development of all peoples and races, yet now we have this blasphemer talking some serious smack about elven culture and my line of blood.

Just because you don't have pointed ears doesn't make you superior to us, space elf. I, due to blood line and breeding issues, have no genetic key that unlocks them for me, yet you claim to be ultimately better than any elven individual for this purpose. Why do you aim to make us the villain? Our conflicts and our troubles are aged and timeless yet lost to the vast canvas of reality but you still choose to utilize our acts far gone to justify your foul behavior.

Our cultures share so many similarities that in insulting ours, you insult your own. I find it appalling you didn't expect your other spiritual half, race wise, to find a thread like this. You are a bigot and a liar.

How dare you tarnish space elves so.

As you have invoked the sacred spirit of IGS, I will indeed engage with you.

The reason we do our best not to speak of you is because space elves, to a rule, have terrible fashion sense. Our efforts to teach you how to dress have repeatedly failed, and we can only take so much heartbreak. I mean, look at you, just look at yourself: mismatched brown-on-brown, tucked in shirt, no belt with those boots. *hurk* It became easier to distance ourselfs as a civilization than to keep bashing our heads against the same old space wall.

I didn't expect any space elves to read this thread because if I looked like average space elves looked, I would be hiding in embarrassment. Unfortunately, it seems I overestimated space elves' capacity for shame.

But you are here, elven hybrid, and I guess I'll hold myself to my statement that all are welcome. Have some wine, but please, for the love of all that is good and decent and un-ugly, drink it in the back corner. I'll turn the lights down a bit for everyone else's sake.

Excuse me, roundears? Brown-on-brown? Do you not know the difference between umber and tan? Did you even study, in the slightest, any one of the fashion sciences? You don't seem to have even considered the possibilities of color theory as you're wearing a uniform black outfit, looking more like a map pencil than any semblance of fashion like a true charlatan. But outside of that (and outside of the fact CONCORD made me unzip my jacket for my portrait photo), your tone is disrespectful at best when I approached you only showing disappointment.

It is clear, elf, that your intent is malicious towards those who approach you peacefully and formally. You, like many others, have naught to concede but your bigotry toward another race no matter how similar due to preconceived prejudice that only shadows your visions of the future.

I think you'll find that there are several individuals who find my appearance quite pleasing and would be dismayed if I placed myself as far away from everyone else as possible.

My elf heart laments your tragic state, tied, as you are, to "theory" and "science", bereft of feeling and magic. I'm doing my best to accommodate you, yet you respond to my space olive space branch with belligerence.

I do not at all doubt that there are those who appreciate your "sense", sorry, "science" of "aesthetics". I would humbly request you seek their company.

Space dragon teatmilk space vodka?

**** it. I'll try anything once.

Space dragon? Is that some sort of fedo with a vacuum adaptation?

What in Molok's breeches is going on in here?

I don't know... those eyebrows, those delicate cheekbones...

Shutaq just might have some elf in him.