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Thread: Most important?

Hmmmm....well, if an RV can be counted as a car then I'd say a great car. Why? Simple, I can be a turtle and take my house with me! A great RV means I don't have to worry about things such as property taxes, maintaining any land, loose of property value over the years, the area going down hill around me and being unable to sell my house for what it actually is worth because of the quality of work I put into it...a freakin' mortgage...hefty electric bills or sewer bills or depending upon where I live having to deal with the loveliness that comes with having a well or septic tank....plus I'm not stuck in one area. If I grow tired of a certain area I can move a hell of a lot easier with an RV verses a house with a foundation. True, RV's can be just as expensive as a house but that honestly depends on how big they are, the special add ons like how many pop-outsbump outs you have, the type of interior you have such as going super high class and fancy with granite counter tops or solid wood cabinets, things like that. Sure, with an RV you will have insurance still and I believe you need to maintain a certain type of loan on them but its still less expensive than most mortgages. Yes you would have to hook up in an RV park and pay a monthly or so many monthly fee to hook up there for water and electric but it would still be cheaper. Just have to make sure you don't end up in a really shady park. I can still keep my actual car that I would drive to work and the store, keep it on a trailer I tow behind the RV. If My job requires me to relocate it's much easier to get up and go than owning a house or renting a houseapartment....or if I want to move somewhere else to get a better job... So all in all, I say give me a great RV!
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Neither, particularly for me. As long as I'm comfortable, and it's reliable, that's all I need. I've never been one to care about luxury, having the 'best' or material possessions at all, really.
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That's totally cheating, Feral! XD That's an interesting interpretation, Quix. I actually read it more great, as opposed to shitty like in the designation of something being reliable, rather than flashy or opulent. I thought of that being the choice, like, house or car, which is more important? Sorry if there was confusion.
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My fault, Rudolph, I likely interpreted it in my own way, differently than you'd intended it. As I might be doing again below! For me, the more important is a sturdy house, and having my own 'space' to return to. Whenever I need to use the car. it means I'm out and about. There's other forms of transport, but my home is my sanctuary, and the place where I can completely forget the outside world exists, and not have to see or talk to another living soul if I chose not to. That's one of life's great luxuries.
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Not at all! I realize great wasn't a good word to use. blush I'm the same way, Quix. I actually don't like to go anywhere very often. every once in a while, I'll get stir crazy and just need to be around people but for the most part, working internet? Comfy bed? Food in fridge? What do I want a car for? I'm a big thinker and a lot of people around here fall into two camps they think going to the bar every night of the week is fun or they think going to church every night of the week is. So, none of them are really Clive Barker or Quintin Tarantino fans, not in a way that makes me want to talk to them. I'm kind of snooty that way.
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In my personal opinion, a sturdy house is far more important than a reliable car. A house fits part of the human hierarchy of needs and can be a lifedeath situation, whereas a car is a luxury that isn't necessary. If you don't have a house, then you could possibly die. If you don't have a car, you just have to do what's inconvenient - walk, find public transport, etc. So it's not ideal but you'll live.
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I live in an area where a car is a necessity. Limited public transportation which only runs during certain hours, a sprawling urban development that has me working a thirty minuet drive across town to get to work, and harsh winters which would make walkingbiking impractical at best and suicidal at worst. So a car is much more important to me as it is the tool by which I can acquire all other goods.
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Rudolph Quin-- That's totally cheating, Feral! XD Click to expand... Lol hey at least I'm honest about it! XD But is it cheating if it's thinking a little outside the box? All in all, house and car are MAJOR financial responsibilities between upkeep and simply making your way to owning them. I do NOT want to be owned by a house...at least with a car unless one the same value as a house is bought can be paid off and officially owned by an individual much faster than a house. Personally in my opinion, cars are far less upkeep than a house. True, the average car has 3000 parts to it but a house...even more so. Speaking of the two separately, I don't need a fancy car. So long as it can handle the different weather patterns of the area I live in, get me back and forth to important places such as work, doctors, super market, etc, and NOT nickel and dime me to keep it in good condition, I'm fine with it. I will say I am guilty of my preference to older model cars. Ones with full steel frames, heavier bodies, and four wheel drive. Cars now-a-days...you smack into something going 10mph and you look like you were nailed by a semi. The current car I own is sturdy and not as big of a gas hog as one might think. I prefer the full frame for protection purposes incase of an accident, and the 4 wheel drive given the terrain around here. With a house...all I need is a bedroom, bathroomlaundry and kitchen and maybe a room to serve as the mediawork space for when I do crafts and cosplay. I don't need acres of land or the finest things to be included in a house that money has to offer. But at the same point I would like privacy and thus not deal with living in an apartment. I do not want people over me, under me and alongside of me. I like my privacy. So a small cottage like home on a small piece of land away from the center of town. I would like for my house to be a place where I can relax and feel safe. My own little rock to crawl under and stay in as long as possible. .....and I still can't seem to give a defined answer as to which one is more important...house or car. Damn it all...just call me indecisive on this XD
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Sturdy house! Sturdy house! Sturdy house! I have to be able to disappear after being so viewable all day. Alone time is extremely important to me, so I'd give up just about anything to keep the house. Do need my car for work, though, and if my offer on the house I've loved from afar this last while is accepted, I'll need the car even more as it's further from work! It's a tough call but I guess if push came to shove, I'd work from home and ditch the wheels.
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I think I change my answer. Because of the nature of my work and where I live, everything is a half an hour to an hour away from me. And the roads are twisty, turny, hilly things that get blasted with salt and crap during the winter. I'm discovering right about now as commissions start pouring in, how crucial it is to be able to transport myself safely.
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What is most important for me would be a sturdy horse. Horses apart from giving you transportation, give you love as well. And I think that is valuable. A car cannot replace that love an animal companion gives. I love horses! Majestic creatures they are.
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

Deathwing, Onyxia and Nefarian . Deathwing's human form . Deathwing Good drawing of Deathwing from the front. Deathwing's size . Lord Victor Nefarius - Nefarian's Human Form . Nefarian's Dragon Form . -------------------- BANG! BANG! BANG! Those constant banging sounds were all that could be heard as the Twilight's Hammer made sure to swing continuously to make sure the new Elementium Armor they'd created would stick to the massive Black Dragon as well as hold him together from where he threatened to split open. Deep thunderous roars boomed out almost in a rhythm with the swing of the Hammers, letting the sounds of his pain echo around for many miles around them. His tail would rise and slam into the Lava he lay in, the surface cracking in response. A move of his wings caused the waters to rise in places, tsunami's flooding inland and demolishing any cities or settlements in it's wake. When they let loose the rams to further push the larger bolts into his body to hold the Armor on, his massive skull slammed against the side of the chasm he was in and in return, an earthquake devastated another part of the World above. 2 glowing orbs opened as a gigantic clawed foot moved itself from the Lava to dry ground, further destroying more of the very ones currently having Armor fitted to him. Those maddened eyes burned with Rage and Hatred, seemingly burning as bright as the Sun itself. He would have his Vengeance and all of Azeroth would be at his mercy! ---------- Blackrock Mountain, home to the eldest son of Deathwing, Nefarian also known as Blackwing to those who served him. He was an impressive sized black Dragon, only rivaled by his slightly younger sister, The Aspects and their Consorts. His fiery gaze stared down to the base of the Mountain, pulling back his gums and watching in fascination as the Dark Horde he commanded toiled away with mining various materials he needed as well as to excavate Caverns all throughout Blackrock Mountain itself. Nefarian did eventually shift back to his human form, turning to walk back into the large Lair he'd made for himself at the peak of Blackrock. At the feeling of Azeroth itself trembling however, he froze mid-step and looked back to where he knew his younger sister made her Lair at, narrowing his fiery eyes. He knew all too well what those tremors meant. Their father had indeed survived the fight with the other Aspects nearly 30 years ago. He let out a snort at this before turning to return into his Mountaintop Lair, making for his Throne room and sitting upon said Throne before leaning slightly to one side as he let himself fall into deep thought, going so far as to close his eyes. Deathwing was still alive...and as much as he hated knowing that, he knew this changed how he'd be able to act in the future.
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

Being the daughter of Deathwing was more a curse than it was a gift. Idolizing him, his cold ways and his oppressive nature over all of his obstacles, Onyxia would often try to handle situations similarly to her father. She owed her magnificent size and power to her father, he beautiful onyx glimmer, her sharp talons and her proud, curved horns, forever marking her as one of Deathwing's blood. He was a challenging father, when he was available, but she had a father, and the dragons took him away from her. During the battle, she was defeated quickly and overpowered. Alexstrasza, the Life Binder, spared her, but exiled her under warning of instant death. It was embarrassing, and she felt her father's life force start to disappear, unable to protect him, but refusing to let his bloodline fade, Onyxia retreated, to lick her wounds, and cry. Alexstrasza knew Deathwing in a different light. He wasn't always the tyrant he was becoming. She loved him dearly, as she loved her fellow Aspects, perhaps more so. But he had changed, and she could not trust him, or allow him to terrorize any longer. Onyxia refused to give up, even going into hiding as her powers slowly started to return after the beating she took. She spent a tremendous amount of time at or near human cities, using her charm and seductive ways to obtain information and learn more about restoring her father to what he should be. Having dug up some research on a possible way to restore or revive him, she understands that she may have to reach out to help she would much rather avoid. Her elder brother, Nefarian. The last several years had served her research well. Without many options left, she found herself at a secluded and hidden place, before for the first time in years, taking her dragon form once more. It was painful, her bones had gotten so accustomed to her smaller frame, but the spreading of her wings did feel refreshing. With a single flap she was airborne, giving the trees by her a gust of power to remember her by. She'd approach Blackrock Mountain, and try to convince her difficult brother. He was her best chance at succeeding.
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

Sometime after he'd sat, Nefarian found himself grinning wide as a plan formed in his head. So long as his father stayed gone then he, as the eldest son and offspring, was naturally next in line to rule. At least that's how he viewed in his mind. There was then the matter of Onyxia though, as she was the current Broodmother and the current leader of the Black Dragonflight while he was merely the Secondary Ruler, a backup...not that it mattered too much. Nefarian was still busy with creating a new flight like his father had wanted, seemingly getting closer every week to finally succeeding and becoming the Creator of his own personal flight. He just required more time, more eggs to experiment on...both of which he currently lacked. The mortals had begun growing more and more bold with each incursion into his territory, coming closer and closer to reaching his Mountain. He stood and made his way towards the Crimson Laboratories a place where he's spent the majority of the past 30 years while his father had put his sister in charge of the human affairs as well as the entire Black Dragonflight itself. It was as the 3 decades had passed that a thought had begun to nag in the back of his mind all these years as he toiled away with his twisted experiments, all of which had been failures so far - the fact he personally didn't have any whelps of his own. Sure, those he created viewed him as 'father' but not of his own blood would they be his. As the hours passed by, the nearly 7 foot man let out a frustrated roar as yet another egg had failed to survive the hatching process after he'd used his Magic upon it, waving an arm and smashing everything on his table. Those working around him backed away a fraction but did their best and attempted to remain undisturbed by their Masters anger. He turned with a snort, blowing black smoke out his nostrils before he made his way back to his Throne room to once again sit back down and brood over another failure and loss of another egg that had failed to be transformed, eyes closing. He'd purposely left open the large doors that led to the large balcony he'd personally created on the side of the peak, open to let the wind flow through. He found the sounds of the mortals toiling away below somehow relaxed him, perhaps it was because he knew they were obeying him without question. His nostrils flared as a scent came drifting into his Throne Room, a scent all too familiar to the large Black Dragon. Those fiery eyes, eerily similar to his fathers, opened and he gazed out to where she'd be forced to come through at. One side of his mouth curved upwards slightly in a smirk. What was his dear little sister doing so far from her Swamp Lair?
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

Onyxia was wary, her brother, although blood through blood, was not to be trusted. At least not at this point. She chose to fly alone, not bringing any who would escort her or make it seem as if she was trying to take Blackrock Mountain from Nefarian. Her flight had been a low, and quiet one, she would not benefit at all from mortals seeing her in this form, and panicking, having Ironforge and Stormwind mounting search parties and keeping them from slapping each other around for a while in order to take down a dragon. No, stealth was easier, it would have taken her far too long to arrive on foot, or even by mount, an advanced concealment spell would keep her off most people's radars. Alas an advanced being with expertise, perhaps those like Sylvannas or Rexxar may have detected her, but she chose her path carefully, and had no intention of being seen. The dragon hovered over his balcony, already having invaded his skies, she wouldn't land without approval. May I land, brother? I am not here to attack or insult you... but I do need your help... She spoke to him telepathically, as she liked to do. My wings are exhausted and by back burns. Allow your sister to rest within your protection...
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

The voice inside his head caused that grin to spread wider. Of course she wouldn't visit just to visit, only when in need would the 2 siblings see each other. Of course, sister...you know you're always welcome with open wings. He answered in kind back to her, sitting himself straight upon his large Throne. His gaze turned to look back towards his Laboratory and the closed door that led to it. He stood and walked down his Throne a few seconds after having gave his answer, spreading his arms wide in a form of greeting, planning to hug her once she'd gotten closer to him. What is it that's caused you to fly so far just to see me? Come, sit...let your brother help relieve some of the tension in your back while you rest. He spoke more this time letting his deep voice rumble, which he inherited from their father, to ask this time. While his Throne Room was mostly bare save for the Throne of his, carved into the Mountain itself, there were various tables and chairs scattered throughout it as well for when he had his allies come visit.
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

The dragon spun it's mighty body with agility and force, violet swirls of clairvoyant magics melding her form. Onyxia's body dropped quickly onto her bother's home, landing cleanly, and without damaging his structure. Her form had changed somewhat. Her horns were nowhere to be found, but her skin had developed an eerie, yet welcome violet hue, accenting her hair, black as the mountain in which they spoke. Onyxia carried a tome of sorts. That combination was not a welcome one. Beautiful as she may be, a sorceress like herself with any sort of magic enhancing tool could lead to the destruction of the very mountain. Her coy and arrogant eyes weren't there however. She almost seemed the lady the humans had come to know. She would not leave her brother's jest unattended. She hugged him expressively, Black Blood, my brother. She said quietly, taking his shoulders and creating some space between them. The mountain looks strong. So do you. She looked at the book he had brought and put the scenarios together. This is no tome, it's a ritual book. For many years I've searched in places no spawn of Deathwing should search. Humans... the entire alliance is quite easy to fool if you look the part. There are some with wit... I'll admit some humans can be very smart... but with a wink and a whisper... She whispered as she winked, Their human instincts break like none other's. She turned her back to face the entry from which she came. Our father lives, Nefarian. I feel him. This book can help us bring him back... She didn't know how he'd react to it. She had a feeling Nefarian didn't want him back per se, but there was some hope she'd convince him.
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

The appearance of her human form had definitely changed from the last time he'd seen her 30 years ago. What appeared to be a book was in her hands, though any Magical being would know it was anything but a 'book'. Nefarian didn't say anything, just listening to the way his sister spoke. A smirk placed itself onto his face as she played to the Arrogance he held being the eldest child of Deathwing and he unconsciously stood just a little taller at the compliment. He licked his lips a bit as he listened to her speak, his fiery eyes widening the more she spoke of freeing their father. This little sister of his had done her job very well, almost too well. He could see how the mortals would be swayed by her charm as she did to him what had surely caused many humans to fall under her sway. It wasn't until she turned away that he also did, walking back towards the Throne of his and sitting upon it, leaning to one side and letting that fiery gaze fall onto his sister as the wind lightly blew against her clothing. Onyxia. He said, letting that deep voice of his carry a commanding tone with it that he got from their father. I am well aware of our father still being alive. Azeroth itself trembled earlier from the rage he no doubt feels. He began, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. He stood up once again, his hands behind his back just above his waist as he walked towards her again. You know well what you ask for. Our deaths as well as the failure of all our plans if we're caught - not to mention that book of yours, of which I would like to know where you got it from before you leave. His fiery orbs narrowed further, becoming thin slits on the chiseled features of his now hardened facial expression as he crossed his arms across his thick chest and stared down at the back of her head until she'd eventually turn around. She was messing with powers far beyond their comprehension, as Deathwing had said to him so many times in the past 10,000 years since Nefarian's birth. He wanted to speak further but he kept his mouth closed as the thoughts raced in his mind. He was never one for fighting personally like she was asking him even if he held great strength, he was very much content to let his army of minions do so for him while he kept himself locked away in his experiments.
Thread: The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

Onyxia did in fact turn around, not having heard exactly what she wanted, but this would give her some negotiation space. Her doubly colored eyes turned to watch him, A woman must have her secrets. I'm sure you've heard of Dalaran. With the right cat... any challenge is but a mouse compared. It may be in our best interest to destroy or return it once we are finished with it. Surely Dalaran's Mages wouldn't be too keen on knowing Deathwing's putrid offspring have one of their books. She waved it carelessly as if it was a common book. I understand that I am asking... more than you might be willing to give. I am... directly, asking you to risk your life, and perhaps the life of those who follow you, to help bring our father back. She looked at him, he was being politely difficult. She took a deep breath, and thought to herself, Forgive me for my cruel words to you, father... before she nervously smiled, The thought of Nefarian ruling isn't a bad one, brother. It's clearly your future. It wouldn't be easy, even if I was to help you. Alexstrasza, whom has probably already sensed us chatting, would rain her disgusting aspects at us. They'd destroy us. I can see and understand with a dominant dragon arises. You are that dominant force I speak of... I am your sister, yes... that's true. But we have to survive... somehow. Sooner or later, that dreaming whore Ysera would nag and nag and nag until one of those powerful dragons actually considers it. Can we take her head on? Perhaps... She pushed her dress aside slightly to rub her shoulders. Her horde of filthy emerald drakes would make short work of your minions, you know the difference in their power. Her neck and shoulders were well exposed, was her manipulation already at work? Think of father though... He... HE could help us. You and I... we are powerful. We could fight... but he... He could bring Alexstrasza to her knees where she belongs... Alexstrazsa isn't too bad of a trophy now, is she? Let Deathwing bring down the majority of their armies. When he falls, because he will fall... it's already happened... you and I can make sure we are coordinated... on the same page... And end our enemies. You could have anyone you want. You'd be lord above all.