Ever wonder why this forum is called House of Lords?

So honestly I don't know, that's why I'm posting. Anyone old enough around here to remember why this is called the House of Lords (Dark Elf?!?)? To me being British it just conjures up notions of peerage, but that's about it. Also I wanted the question to echo Gross's thread title to draw people in, what can I say I am shameless!

 

Yeah I guess it was probably for the cool Victoriana-ness it evokes, still it seems weird we all post here and yet probably no one can provide a definitive answer.

 

It fits the zeitgeist of the steampunk era that Arcanum inhabits, or at least it does to me.

It worked out pretty well for our now-defunct CyberNations alliance too, which required a theme at the time.

 

Besides, we are all better than everyone else.

 

Yeah. We see ourselves as a House (forum) filled with the cream a la cream (sp?) of the internet.

Can CyberNations Alliance be ressurrected again?

 

Yes, cream has cream. But we are the best of the best (objectively), a.k.a. creme de la creme.
Alright, imagine you have some creme (Fr. cream). Now, imagine making creme from that creme. Creme is already pretty awesome (unless you're allergic to lactose), which would make us...(capable of sparking a case of anaphylaxis)
From what I know of the time period in which Arcanum takes place, and the upper house parliament of the UK being called The House of Lords, I figured it was just an appropriate name, considering the Victorian era being named for Queen Victoria.

 

I can't help but think it's a fantasy of power for that most powerless of creatures: the role-playing nerd.

But that's autistic thinking. *Shifts gears* Yes, the gaslight flavour of the name is surely its inspiration, old chap, and, of course, we are indeed superior to ordinary people, wot?

 

I say, Good Yitzak, a young cockney-mouthed street urchin has expectorated upon my cherished monocle. I merely conjectured his mother was a lady of the evening after he deigned to improperly shine my shoes. I directed at him a hearty harumph, and challenged the lad to fisticuffs...but I then had a change of heart and took him in as a house-boy to build his character. I endeavor to teach him the finer things in life, such as scoffing at the audacity of the poor to beg, as well as the pleasure derived from a properly packed heirloom meerschaum calabash.

 

You can't resurrect something that's not dead.

 

That's what SHE said.

About my penis.

 

You did WHAT to the cockney-mouthed street urchin?

That sounds awfully unhygeinic, old chap, wot?

 

That's what SHE mumbled.

 

Smuel is the cockney-mouthed street urchin.

 

Coming soon... in a vagina near you.

 

That is all.