Karen's public domain imageOn the blustery shores of a modest lake, forever drenched in murky twilight, a result of the towering pines all around, there was a town, nondescript… Peaceful.

It happened to be that on this day I was perusing a cookbook, salivating over the new recipes I beheld. Deep in concentration I had not noticed the approach of a party of natives, their numbers and the sounds of their movement concealed by the wind in the trees and the burbling of a nearby brook.

Startled from my reverie by the horrid screech and crash of the gate behind me giving way I spun, too late, they were upon me. Whirling wildly around me, their barbaric costumes a confusing swirl of hide and bared flesh punctuated brutally by sprays of my own blood.

I ran, or tried to, a gate ahead… Shut. I opened it and expired, one arm stretched forth towards life. An odd beam of light shone down, and my soul took its joyous flight, ecstatic to be freed from the bonds of life.

R.I.P. Jalpha
Missed by his only son.

by Jalpha » Sun Nov 11, 2012

Karen's public domain imageNear the door
He paused to stand
As he tried to protect me
Off the hypocrit’s hand
All went so fast
Killing blow …
and it was past

R.I.P. Retri
only guy whom i trust now

by alloin » Wed Nov 14, 2012

Karen's public domain imageR.I.P, good Sir.

by Bait » Wed Nov 14, 2012

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O He gives to us His joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

Skarphedin Gunnarson, age unknown, who always enjoyed encounters with others and loved having neighbours nearby, bid farewell to the world on Holy Thursday last week. He had lost most of his neighbours to the new towns and committed a suicide at the Reservation. The Braves ran away as they spotted him, only alts with no C&A appeared, and it took him struggling hours to meet a fake chief in order to set himself free.
Rest in Peace, Gunnarson, the Newer world is waiting for you with open arms when you’re back.

by Tonkyhonk » Sun Dec 2nd, 2012

Karen's public domain imageR.I.P. Silence Dogood
Overdose of Salem Forums put her to sleep.
Her mission accomplished, her role on Salem is done.
A note left beside her says; Silence now does better.

by Tonkyhonk » Sun Dec 2nd, 2012

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R.I.P. Mushibag
Slain at the hands of Time Warner Cable Internet on October 3rd, along with his alt, Raoul_Duke. Many alts were sacrificed to save him, but it was all in vain.

by Anonymous » Oct 4, 2012


Karen's public domain imageR.I.P.
Pilgrim Robed Player
Your character will be forgotten but your Scalping Screenshot lasts forever

The Chief will never forget the light in your eyes and the pep in your step when promised 200 silver to step off the boston claim. Never has somebody loved by so few provided laughs to so many. May you make it more than 4 hours in your next life.

by jwhitehorn » Fri Oct 19, 2012

Karen's public domain imageHomosexual lovers, Gunnær and Vigilance, age 10 and 58 respectively, were cut down after a night of rough yet tender loving. They were killed with Mushibag‘s sword, Akalimainijahd, given to him by Bait. The two lovers managed to whisper “I love you” to each other before their last breath.

Gunnær enjoyed pumpkin seeds, snake-skin boots and blazing braziers for the light they made while he made love with Vigilance, and for their haunting mooing sound.

Vigilance enjoyed tumbleweeds, pocket watches and singing logs for how they sang Barry White upon request and for their haunting mooing sound.

by Ass_Kraken » Wed Oct 24, 2012

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Found bones on a beach,
Made the long walk to the church.
Now my friend can rest.

Goodman Lefalas, 30, died of dysentery earlier this month. Having suffered a sword wound to the stomach, he made it as far as the ocean before expiring upon the sand.

The Goodman was a great lover of inspirationals and exploration. He had dreams of mountain climbing which, alas, will never be fulfilled. He was also highly appreciative of women, and would often idle outside of the unused building in Boston that he insisted would be the town brothel.

Goodman Lefalas is left and mourned by no kin. His friend Tylan extends an invitation to the citizens of Boston to pay their respects during this Sunday’s mass.

by Tylan » Thu Sep 27


Karen's public domain imageR.I.P. Coronado
Was just another hermit trying to mind his own business.
Should have kept up to date on the game announcements.
You got your revenge, escaped the law, but could not outrun karma…

by pushedx » Sat Sep 29


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