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An addendum to Rule 3 regarding fan-translated works of things such as Web Novels has been made. Please see here for details.
RIP @Silver Swallow
The issue with logging in with email addresses has been resolved.

Due to issues with external spam filters, QQ is currently unable to send any mail to Microsoft E-mail addresses. This includes any account at live.com, hotmail.com or msn.com. Signing up to the forum with one of these addresses will result in your verification E-mail never arriving. For best results, please use a different E-mail provider for your QQ address.
For prospective new members, a word of warning: don't use common names like Dennis, Simon, or Kenny if you decide to create an account. Spammers have used them all before you and gotten those names flagged in the anti-spam databases. Your account registration will be rejected because of it.
Since it has happened MULTIPLE times now, I want to be very clear about this. You do not get to abandon an account and create a new one. You do not get to pass an account to someone else and create a new one. If you do so anyway, you will be banned for creating sockpuppets.
Due to the actions of particularly persistent spammers and trolls, we will be banning disposable email addresses from today onward.
The rules regarding NSFW links have been updated. See here for details.

miyako

Wazzup, QQ dwellers! I'm Miyako.

Birthday: Nov 5, 2001 (Age: 23)

Location: Coruscant

Gender: Female

Occupation: Grey Hat

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私は未覚者の中の覚者、般の人々の中で最も勝利した者、人間と神々の中で最も優れた者。天と地の間で、私だけが尊ばれる者。
I watched our fire temples darken one by one, like stars extinguished from an ancient sky. Ahura Mazda's light, that burned for centuries, now flickers in hidden corners.
Our Avesta texts buried beneath floorboards, sacred flames kept in secret chambers. "Convert or die" they said, as if faith could be bargained like bazaar silk.
My grandfather died speaking Pahlavi, my father learned Arabic through gritted teeth, I teach my son our prayers in whispers, wondering what he will remember.
They renamed our cities, our mountains, ourselves. Called our wisdom "ignorance," our god "false. "Yet I still taste pomegranate seeds at Nowruz, still feel Zarathustra's words in my bones.
This new god may claim my tongue, but the old gods still live in my breath. I am Persia, beneath whatever name they give me. I am fire, even when they think me ash.