Bow down before me, Fellow mortals!

And then I shall bow down before you, as we may be of different bodies, but we are all constrained by the same twisted fate.

Curses to the cage of time that we reside, for it forever is trying to our souls of never ending passion, but as equals that bow down and have been bowed down to, we shall prevail this treacherous tomb...

and then shall we only be Bound by the Stars!

 

My brain, it hurts

But welcome!

P.s. Id bow down, but I broke it shooting an adventurer through the knee you see..

 

THAT'S DEEP.

Hey and welcome and all that. Make yourself at home.

 

Very clever indeed Kab. My assassin khajiit uses an Adamantite bow which minimizes the chance of breakage. You may want to look into that for your future adventuring needs.

Thank you kindly mollygos.
*Bows deeper than the depths of space*

 

I would have welcomed you earlier but I had to give that some time to set in...mind-blowing stuff. Welcome, and good to meet you!

 

Not bowing. Senses indicate tomfoolery afoot. Proceeding to engage.

Sir Sneech the Mop, please do not use tomfoolery and twisted words to make a robot such as myself bow down before thou.

 

I shall only bow down to the leader of the ninjas who once spied on the hilltop castle with the blood-stained history.

..also, welcome to Starbownd.

 

The goodness of our meeting is completely mutual dear Trajinus. I am very fond of your capacity to show your awareness of our common enemy, Time, and use its boundaries to your advantage of understanding. I shall not forget this day.

Sir Warlay the lucky number 1101, I do sincerely apologize for not foreseeing the communication barrier between us. I shall now give you a simple command in your native tongue:
0100001001101111011101110010000001100100011011110111011101101110001000000101011101100001011100100110110001100001011110010000110100001010.

My old friend LoftyAnchor, your old tales of woe have somehow sparked a memory deep within my astral subconscious. There is a hazy recollection of a Time when there were those who addressed me by the name of Garo.
Alas our common enemy knows very well that it is super effective against our memories and that title has been lost for generations, and as such there are those who know me now only as Sneech.
Sneech the Whimsical
Sneech the Willing
Sneech the Wise

 

My brain does not compute.

 

ORDER RECIEVED. ORDER PENDING. . . REJECTED. MESSAGE INITIATE: I only take commands by those I respect. AKA, me.

 

Look kid, I'm not bowing down to you. I just want to say 'Welcom - *gets slapped in the face*

 

You are yourself Shard, and I respect your decision. Thank you for the welcome!

 

Welcome to Starbound, fellow traveler.. now do you prefer to be basted in white wine or would a honey mustard barbecue sauce be more your flavour? I'm starving and well... I always love Fresh Meat.~

 

I had them same concerning questions about you. I wouldn't mind for some Kistaria Prime on my dinner plate.

 

I shall not bow, as I am not very flexible and it may put me in discomfort. Will kneeling do? Maybe squatting, or crouching... Welcome though!

 

Awarding a cookie is another option.

 

I do have a ton of cookies left over from the holidays. Bacon chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, peanut butter cookies... Gotta go raid the pantry now.

 

The Bacon Chocolate chip with the Honey Mustard Barbeque will bring up most pleasure to my taste receptacles.

 

Nibbling my foliage would be utmost a bad idea... its terribly poisonous and might be a bit too high acidic for your own good.

 

Cool story bro.

Hi.