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| Displayed name | Terl |
| Member number | 3124 |
| Title | Warrior |
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| Registered | Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, July 11 2003 04:43
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Triksi had never been fond of long winded speeches, nor even those of much shorter breath. She was always too easily reminded of the excessively long lectures given by Moppet. Endless talks they were, always of debits, credits, earnings estimates, and his endless tirades of "balance the books!". So Triksi listened only halfheartedly as she dressed herself for the adventure. She had a fine set of gear, she thought to herself, as she donned her mithril camisole and her favorite cotton lined, mithril panties. The padded leather armor, quite form fitting, went over all and the bright green cloak finished the look. She was ready to go by the time the adventurer had finished his rather tedious speech. Wise Man collected his pieces of weaponry that he had tossed about during his exhibition. He disliked having to prove himself to this lot but could well understand their hesitation. After all, he'd crashed into the room rather abruptly. He was soon readied for the adventure and started toward the dining room. "An' just what the 'ell is haggis," he wondered. "I hope it's got nothing odd in it." He had fancied the meal after hearing the part about the sheep; liking a good leg of lamb himself. He knew little of the ways of haggis... Moppet readied himself also. After the "speechifying" was done, he left quickly to gather some ledger books, pencils, a small set of counting beads, and his quite fancy pocket watch especially enchanted for difficult hypnosis candidates. How rude, he thought, these people were. What value was he? Bah! He'd show them. They've no idea what a sharpened #2 can do to a body when properly wielded by a master accountant! The adventurer had left and was now romping about the pasture in search of the sheep. Little did the small band know, but Henri had been listening outside the door of the room. The adventurer had not seen him in the darkness of the hall as he was much too excited about the possibility of well prepared haggis, if such can happen. He had long served as the head chef for Nicky the Necro (the aforementioned evil necromancer, yet to be more formally introduced), albeit on merely a part-time basis, for if Moppet ever found out....he shuddered at the thoughts that came to him. Those hind feet hurt a great deal when one is being "rabbit punched" by them. He quietly eased his way down the hall and left the inn quickly on his way to inform his true liege of the adventurering party's impending arrival. [ Friday, July 11, 2003 05:49: Message edited by: Onomatopoeia ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, July 11 2003 03:06
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Triksi was still stunned at the sudden appearance of Master Moppet as it had been quite a spell since he'd last checked the inn. She wondered now if it were he that had tossed that odd bit of sharpened asparagus at her. Triksi could see Moppet's concentration as he was speaking with the yet unnamed adventurer and the new chap, Wise Man, and knew he was using his infernal hypnotic abilities on them. "Master Moppet...guv'ner," she cooed. "Ye know I'd not be disrespectful to ye a-purpose. I swore to ye that very thing the day you bought me Mum an' me from that caravan. But this trip, it be to get some treasure, Moppet, aye treasure. Would ye not be wantin' ta git some fer yerself guv?" The thought of even greater wealth captured the attention of Moppet and he broke his hold on the two adventurers. He turned to Triksi and said firmly, "Tell me more, lass, tell me of the treasure." Triksi related the tale she had told the adventurer of the cave, the dragon, and the first obstacle Nicky the Necro. Wise Man, who the adventurers had decided would be a welcome addition to their little band, listened intently also as he'd not heard the full plan until now, but only the parts at the end. Moppet was quite interested. He had to use much of his money to bail his son Peter out of the local gendarmerie for a nasty incident with a farmer. And so the plan was started. [ Friday, July 11, 2003 03:51: Message edited by: Onomatopoeia ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 10 2003 16:46
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As the window shattered, the two would be adventurers jumped under the table as shards of glass and odd bits of masonry scattered about the room. They waited but a short time for the dust and debris to settle and poked their heads out from under the small table. "And just 'oo in the blazes would ye be," the maiden shouted at the man who'd invaded their planning meeting, quite abruptly as one would say. "I've told you, fair maid. The name's Wise Man, though my manner may be otherwise. I'm in search of adventure and treasure. I heard but snippets ere I crashed through said window, but I knows ye be planning a trip, I do." answered Wise Man as he patted dust off his clothing. The adventurer looked over Wise Man trying to guess his abilities. "Before we let you join, you must tell us first how you may help us. Have you weapons? Have you skills beside breaking down walls? Just one more thing, she's hardly the fair maid but more of a saucy tart" He added the last bit with a quick little wink. The barmaid heard the last comment, though uttered softly. She was actually quite hurt and felt a deep resentment that no one had actually given her a name beyond "maid", "maiden", "tart", and, well buxom was quite right. "Me name's Triksana, but most just call me Triksi," she said in a low voice. She turned next to Wise Man and said, "Well, we been waitin...what can ye do? And you are a-fixin this up before ye go anywhere and," as she pointed to the adventurer, "you can 'elp 'im fix the loo." -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 10 2003 05:32
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Still muttering curses at the adventurer, the maid rustled about in her blouse and with a loud "Ah-hah!" she pulled out a folded, worn, map drawn crudely on a small piece of calfskin. "I had me Da put it on this so's it wouldn't chafe like the vellum one did," she remarked idly to the adventurer, who was oddly amused as he watched her shift and squirm in her attempts to retrieve the map. "And as fer you," she said pointing a finger at the adventurer, "are you going to fix the wall you've knocked in? That was me loo, you fool." "Ah, so it is," the man said as he looked further into the room and saw the, well, the accoutrements of such a room, and all the bottles, brushes, and other oddities a maiden keeps about. "Probably uses this stuff to keep up her retail value," he muttered to himself. "I 'eard that," she said back to him. "C'mere you, you've 'pocked' around enough. Let's look at this map." They looked at the map, now spread out on the table. It showed the inn and had a route marked that ended at what looked like a small cave entrance. "The treasue is in here," the maid said. She related to the adventurer the tale of how her father had discovered the cave many years ago. The cave had a great amount of treasure, stolen from many a trader over many years by generations of bandits all now gone, stowed away in its many tunnels, free for the taking...except for the guard. The guard it seemed was a rather large adolescent male dragon. He also loved treasue and had turned many would-be treasure hunters aside oft times before, much as he had done with the last of the bandits that had tried to call the cave home. The man looked at the route again. He knew the cave's location as he'd passed by there before. He pointed however, to a small tower drawn on the map very near which the route passed roughly half way to the cave. "What is that?" he asked the maid. "That, my companion, is our first hurdle. That is the dark tower of the evil Necrophile the Necromancer. Anyways, 'round here we just call him Nicky the Necro. He's got a fair amount of wards set about and he uses ghouls to patrol his lands. We have no choice but to pass near the tower. We must be prepared. Have you fought against such before?" [ Thursday, July 10, 2003 05:50: Message edited by: Onomatopoeia ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 10 2003 04:26
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The maid awoke when she heard the "pock" sound made by the adventurer's sword. She sat up warily looking about for the odd radish or worse yet a carrot. None were about thankfully. She saw the adventurer sitting by the wall, sword in hand, and the memories of the night before came flooding back. Then, she realized he'd found the secret room. The map! She remembered he'd been looking for a map. The adventurer's attention was focused on the roon he'd found so he'd not realized that the maid had awakened. He was startled when she said, "I'll show you the map, and will tell you of the treasures, if you let me go with you." The adventurer laughed at her request and chuckled a "good morning to you too." She was so fast he had hardly seen her move. She had reached down and pulled a dagger from her garter and thrown it, the dagger now in the wall next to his head. "I'll be a-going with you, I said", she said most firmly. Recognizing her skills, the adventurer agreed to take her along and asked, "Well, what of the treasures then?" -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 10 2003 04:06
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The cook, a stout man (as they all seem to be) saw the maid collapse. He quickly ran to her side as the adventurer laid her gently to the floor. Her breathing was slowed and she seemed to slip into unconsciousness. Henri, the cook, only briefly wondering why a Frenchman would stoop to preparing haggis, quickly rid himself of that thought and ran to the stove. He came back with a small pot. He applied the creamy contents of the pot to the maid's wound and gently pulled the asparagus tip from her head. It had not penetrated the skull so she'd be alright after some rest. The salve quickly slowed the bleeding and the maid soon stirred with the dawning of consciousness. The adventurer was amazed. He eyed the cook and asked in a demanding tone, "What was that stuff? The wonder of it! The asparagus could have killed her!" The cook shrugged and said, "It is what I always use to help with asparagus, hollandaise is all it is." The maid looked at the adventurer and smiled fleetingly. She mumbled thanks to Henri. As she recovered her strength from the nasty blow, she recalled the adventurer asking for a map. Could it be the map her Da had given her many summers ago? The adventurer picked the maid up and carried her to her room at the back of the inn and set her down to rest. He took a chair by the window and would watch over her until the morn came. Then he would ask about the map. -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 10 2003 03:34
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The barmaid whirled about at the sound of the commotion. She set down her serving tray on a nearby table and strode quickly to the center of the fray. She reached down and grabbed the leprechaun by the collar and lifted him from atop the adventurer. She held him high so she could look into his eyes. "Seamus! Yer a naughty little imp this night! I been tellin' ye before, an' I'll be tellin ye but once more...stay in yer seat. Oh, and just so ye know, there'll be no more grog fer ye tonight!" she stated firmly to the leprechaun. She set him down. He scampered off to return to his mates. The adventurer, by this time, had gotten up and was standing to face the barmaid. The bread was still in his hands. She eyed him saucily and remarked, "Ye best be eatin' that soon. It won't be gettin' any better, believe me. I'll be gettin' yer stew now. I told ye ye'd not like the haggis; it's got some odd bits in it, I tol' ye that" She turned quickly about, grabbed her tray, and headed back to the kitchen. Again, he saw the tatoo.... [ Thursday, July 10, 2003 03:42: Message edited by: Onomatopoeia ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 10 2003 02:07
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"Aye, all ye adventurers are the same. Yer all cut from the same piece o' cloth. I don't have time fer ye, swash yer own buckle," the buxom barmaid said to the adventurer. "An' don't be a-wavin' that bread around. It's four days old now and all ye'll be doin' is breakin' somethin'. Now eat yer haggis an' be a good lad", she says haughtily. She turns and walks away from the table. The adventurer watches intently at every flip and sway of her hips. Then he notices the tatoo upon her shoulder. It is one of a red rose. This is who he had been looking for! She's got the map! [ Thursday, July 10, 2003 02:27: Message edited by: Onomatopoeia ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 9 2003 07:07
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quote:The "class" is typically what the character is, i.e. warrior, archer, mage, farmer, merchant, ranger. Think of it as their "main job" which gives a broad idea of their skill set. -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 9 2003 04:06
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Which game? What O/S are you using. The problem could be a corrupted download or even a direct X issue. Without more info from you it is hard to help. Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, July 8 2003 04:19
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Sorry Order Mage, but the Club of All is almost as dead as Zephyr's Bladester Forum. There is very little going on in yours and pretty much nothing in his. -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, July 8 2003 02:35
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I would do the following: 1) Download the file again, making sure you have the windows version. 2) After you burn in to cd, just take it to your pc like you did. I use the same method as you because my game pc is not on the internet. 3) If it still won't work, copy the file from the cd and paste it to a temp folder on your c drive. Then try again. I've had to do that with other files before. More than likely you just got a corrupted file in the download. It happens. Oh, it is NOT a DOS game, so don't worry about that end. Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, July 8 2003 01:56
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I just downloaded it. Are you on dial-up? Give it a try on off peak time. [ Tuesday, July 08, 2003 02:26: Message edited by: Flavius ] Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, July 7 2003 06:54
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It is a cd-rip, but, yes, the full game. Many of their games are cd rips. So you miss some of the music or movies, big deal. I save lots of cash by checking them out first. If I like the game, then I hit e-bay or half.com to find a used copy. Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, July 7 2003 05:02
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Re: Albion...you can download the game at The Underdogs . It seems as if it is free for the taking as abandon ware. The manual is also available for download as well as the solution. This site has thousands of games. [ Monday, July 07, 2003 05:03: Message edited by: Flavius ] Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, July 7 2003 03:16
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And the buxom barmaid goes to the table to wait on the adventurer. "Hey, how about a scotch and sofa?" he asks. The barmaid gives a wry smile and answers, "I'd rather have a gin and platonic." -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, July 6 2003 05:00
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quote:Paris is equally as bad. Germany is great to drive in as they seem to have such an order about things. The Italians and the French are a bit scarier. Though I've not driven there, just ridden, Cairo is the worst. If you take a taxi, tell him where you're going, duck down, and wait till you're there. It is far too frightening otherwise. -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 3 2003 04:41
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The young mage, who claimed earlier to be the brother of the hapless wizard teleported from this existence and seemed to be oddly also named Order Mage, did not realize the full impact of his misdeeds. Much like Dorian Gray's picture, the young mage's soul was bearing the weight of his heinous actions. The small cricket had been sent by the god Walt to help the mage find his way through life, much as the small green cricket had been sent to help a small puppet become a fine young lad many years ago. Walt was angered when he realized the small cricket had been ruthlessly slaughtered by this upstart young mage. The mage would pay dearly for his sins against Walt's creation! A bolt of bright yellow-green plasma shot down from the heavens and struck the mage. As the dust settled, there remained but a small crater. Lying upon the ground in the middle of the crater were 42 gold pieces, odd number, that. George witnessed the god's retribution and was very glad to collect the gold pieces. He was also quite glad that the upstart young mage was now gone. He had yet to meet with the "wizzard" chap who was still coming toward him, his robes right behind. [ Thursday, July 03, 2003 04:43: Message edited by: Flavius ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 15:05
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George was not sure how he got here. He vaguely remembered the Yankee team bus, the drinks, that wonderful white stuff the players had....wait that could not be! No, no he had been in his living room, yet now, now he was upon a high hill. Wait! His name was...was..Thomas. That's it, Thomas....hmm...starts with a C.... Oh never mind, he thought, there is a girl coming. She said "Hi, my name's Lena." Thomas, once thought to be George, blanched at the memories and remembering the CoC shook his head to clear it a bit. His mind slowly cleared. He noticed a strange man with an equally strange hat coming toward him. As the strange man neared George, yes he'd settled on George after all despite what his Mum may have thought, George noticed that upon the hat was the word Wizzard. Well, he seemed to remember bandying about a bit earlier with a wisp of a lad who also had fancied himself a wizard of sorts. He did not like that memory. Deep inside he felt as if all did not turn out so well with that chap. And where had Lenny got off to? Probably off to pet some poor animal again, he mused. Ah well, I shall chat with the Wizzard then. Perhaps he shall know of the town planning office. Though George could remember little, he was actually a teleport salesman for Orion Technologies, who'd bumped his head getting off the interstellar bus to use the loo somewhere around Ursa Minor. He had but shreds of a thought that he was to see some Empire something-or-other for a sale of something. Or so he thought or would have thought had he but known.... OOC: Indeed, this RP has become quite fun. Thanks for joining in, Alorael! [ Wednesday, July 02, 2003 16:10: Message edited by: Flavius ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 12:19
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The mage, nude as he is, lacked the proper talisman to enact the magic he was calling forth. He was lucky that the only consequence was that there was no mustard on the ham on rye that popped into being. The mage knew not where he was and knew not where he had come from due to the utter disorientation of the travel. Since the mage could not correctly spell successful, he obviously could not be thus. The dimension he was lodged in could not deal with the paradox, or even a pair-o-ducks, and quietly winked out of existence---mage and all. -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 10:46
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The big man, though slow of wit, will not fall for the puny mage's tricks as George had tried them before. "Dat's not my rabbit", the lumbering hulk of a man says firmly. He grabs the small frame of the mage and places a large hand about the mage's neck. The mage sputters while uttering the spell. This interruption causes the hapless mage to incorrectly chant the last words of his spell. There is a bright flash and many sparks. As the smoke, dust, and debris settle, the big man looks at what is left in his hand. All that remains is a purple robe with a large wet spot caused by the previously frightened mage. Somewhere, in a very remote and distant spot in the galaxy, there is a bright puff of light and smoke. A small, nude mage appears from amidst the smoke. "Where am I?" he mutters. A human figure steps up to the mage. "Hi, my name is Arthur. Would you like a sandwich." OOC: And the leap from "Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck to "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams is complete!! quote:Done. And I fixed Douglas Adams before he, too, was summoned. [ Wednesday, July 02, 2003 12:15: Message edited by: Flavius ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 09:39
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The large man, being somewhat slow of mind, cannot comprehend magic and therefore is immune from its effects. George, the slime covered yokel, falls to the ground in a deep slumber. The big man sees his friend fall and becomes very agitated. He grabs the mage and shakes him hard, much as he had done with the puppies, "What you done ta George, what ya done?" He can only remember the times George had shaken him for "making things sleep". Luckily the mage was weak and unskilled and thus the spell much weaker still, for George soon stirred in the grass, moaning softly, as he woke from his slumber. The large man angrily tossed the small mage to the ground. He pointed a thick, calloused finger at the mage and said "If you hurt George again, I'll hurt you back." The spindly mage shook with fear and moved to hide the spreading wetness in his robes. [ Wednesday, July 02, 2003 09:41: Message edited by: Flavius ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 08:15
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The large man refuses the offered drink. He continues to tap the slime covered yokel on the shoulder and dance around him. He continues begging, "Please George, you said I could see the rabbits. Please, please George." He stops and turns toward the mage and asks "Are you Curly? I didna do it, I didna. I jest wanted to pet the puppies." -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 07:16
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Well, I think the original post is quite representative of the intermediate product of the "million monkeys on a million typewriters" on their way to producing Shakespeare's works; until they finally get there the stuff in the middle is incoherent gibberish. -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, July 2 2003 07:01
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A large man approaches the slime covered yokel. The man does not seem inherently bright. He reaches out with his large hands and taps the slime covered yokel on the shoulder. The yokel looks at him and asks "What now?" The large man shifts his weight from foot to foot, wringing his hands and stammers "Can I pet da rabbits, can I, can I puhleese pet da rabbits?" [ Wednesday, July 02, 2003 07:29: Message edited by: Flavius ] -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |