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written Tuesday, June 22 2004 01:30
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quote:EWW To avoid triple-posting, because I still have some standards: http://adamcadre.ac/ This is Adam Cadre's personal website, and if you're familiar with IF you should know who he is, I'm told. [ Tuesday, June 22, 2004 01:31: Message edited by: George A. Custer Declares You To Be ] -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, June 22 2004 01:24
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All have nicknames, and it is not so easy to recognize them. Member 3608 is TGM (The Great Mister), member 66 is Arctic or Arctic Wolf, member 3151 is Alec, and member 4 is METRIC TON (Terror's Martyr). --what the last paragraph of Alo's message translates to according to the Fish Hmm. METRIC TON -- do I sense another moniker? -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, June 21 2004 23:48
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Arancaytar. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Yes, especially if your poker buddies are huge, sweaty Turks. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Monitor, TGM. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX Misogynism is the wave of the future, but it sure pisses the womenfolk off. Shocking, isn't it? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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I'm married to God. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, June 21 2004 03:29
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"That doesn't answer my question, though. Why you? Why did they send you, a master sergeant of all ranks and people, to deal with the Valley problem?" "Simple, simple. Because I spent years working with the Lieutenant. I had him kill my own father with cold blood and clean conscience. I know him like the back of my own hand, and he knows I do. A colonel of the Corps could not possibly threaten the Lieutnenant more in his own domain than I. He won't try and kill me if I don't try and kill him, and if it becomes necessary for me to face him, I'll readily put him down like the mad dog he is." "A very interesting story, and only every other word a base lie. I think it, if not satisfactory, will at least do for the moment being." -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, June 21 2004 03:20
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"I've been in the Corps for some years, and I've had to do things that no decent man would normally acquiesce to to get as far as I have among the enlisted men. I can tell you that the Corps doesn't fetishize youth any more than the Army fetishizes sheep." "That, however, is not the point, or if it is, it's only so in an oblique way. The point is that I joined the Corps because I saw the writing on the wall. I saw that my children would not retain their titles if the absurd resistance to Cartouchian rule by the local nobility continued. So at the age of sixteen, I hopped the fence. At an age I'm sure you spent abusing yourself to the thought of the local blacksmith's daughter -- or, were you many of your associates, I should say the blacksmith's products -- I spent my days growing well-accustomed to the perverse beauty of silent and righteous death." "Of course, first had to come the loyalty test. The standard test involved raising a boar from infancy and slaughtering it. That would not be enough for the son of a local gentry. I spent a year and a half touring the world. They call them women-and-children assignments, the ones I started out on, because most assignments just involve killing men. But no. The groups I was put in were mostly men of high non-official rank, men who had passed up their chance to become mavericks and were now languishing in an entirely loyal way. Even they, who would probably kill their own families given the order from the higher echelons, were rather indignant at my having been assigned to w-and-c missions. I completed them, every last one. Then, for whatever reason, I was given a position three pay grades below what I currently have and sent to the province of Aijos." "Aijos. The province of your birth." "Damned clever man to distinguish accents so well. I think sometime soon I shall have to interrogate you as to your past, and find out why the hell someone who thinks for themselves ended up in the army. Anyway, my assignment in Aijos was imaginably simple: put down the rebelling local rebels and establish complete order. I did both to the best of my ability: my connections set up all of the necessary killings, and a partner of mine and a brigade of his men carried them out. By the time people caught on, it was too late. For show, I paraded at the head of a column of Corps agents with the head of my maternal grandfather on a pike. Aijos has since experienced little rebellion." Kenthred says nothing. "And that particular partner was working here when the demonic attack occurred. Cartouche, you see, has enough problems to worry about already without its people feeling the Gods are against it -- demonic wrath tends to do that sort of thing. So we got the word on it first -- the only man in Selger with a quick communicator being the Lieutenant who now bedevils us. We made a quick decision: our next call would either be to the clergy or to the Lieutenant. The clergy, as can be clearly seen, would not act for some weeks. The Lieutenant acted right away. Selger would resist for as long as possible. Messengers would be released and gunned down -- anyone who would willingly enter any part of the valley past Selger after the invasion must have been evil or possessed." "The order then became to eliminate everyone in the valley who leaves the Lieutenant's sight for any protracted amount of time. Easier to kill them all and let God sort them out than let one bad apple slip through." "You are here to find survivors and leave. I am here to use you, and the entire group, as meat shields while I collect any artifact the demons are after, kill as many of them as possible, seal routes of entry if possible, and then call the Corps magi and hope that some of you get the hell out of the Valley before it gets torched." "And by 'torched', I mean that this place will be set to firestorm, engulfed in antimagic strong enough to cause a man physical harm and to warp a mage's brain to a vegetative state, and then shot through with any particularly powerful magic we can get our hands on. Then, maybe, we'll spray holy water on the site, call any bodies buried by proper conventions, and forget the Valley of Thunder ever existed." "What does the Stone of Thunder do?" "I have not got the foggiest goddamn idea. All I know is that demons want it, and putting it in an isolated fortress far, far away from any human settlement and guarding it with the best antimages we have makes for a better state of things than leaving it here and hoping everything comes out for the best." -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, June 21 2004 02:45
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EDIT: Misread. VWM, your post is extremely ill-advised for the following reasons: 1. Getting into hand-to-hand combat with a corps officer is a piss-poor idea. They spend years training in hand-to-hand combat, and what Chadussid pulled on Law he would almost definitely follow before Law could so much as draw his weapon -- at worst, he'd get cut up a bit. And then, unlike Chadussid, he'd finish it by tearing Law's spine out through his neck. 2. Eferas does NOT want to be in the Corpsman's custody -- the Corps doesn't normally take prisoners or hostages (part of the whole 'blood cult' thing they have going on), and the corpsman is clearly under the impression we are possessed by or in cahoots with the demon army. This means that if the Corpsman captured him, he would either overpower Eferas and the next we would see of him would be his head suspended from a tree by his intestines or a mangled corpse a few yards from the body of the Lieutenant. Generally, getting captured and interrogated by demons is a far more pleasant idea. [ Monday, June 21, 2004 02:51: Message edited by: George A. Custer Declares You To Be ] -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, June 21 2004 00:29
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Probably a lot more like Civ Fanatics. And SW would look more like Firaxis, while we're at it. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, June 20 2004 20:21
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And afterwards, you could extend it by making the cave-dwellers the empire's only allies against, I don't know, aliens! Or monsters! Or a plague! -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, June 20 2004 18:40
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Or maybe an RPG where there's been a nuclear war and the player character has to make sure that his community survives by getting an artifact to create water, only there's mutants and he has to fight them too. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, June 20 2004 18:18
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An RTS where you take control of a civilization in the dark ages and take them up into the gunpowder age, with emphasis on unit production and battle. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, June 20 2004 13:26
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Detman is the sort of person I'm liable to run into in your 'club of all'. And people whine about Desperance why...? -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX Misogynism is the wave of the future, but it sure pisses the womenfolk off. Shocking, isn't it? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, June 19 2004 19:02
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OOC: The idea here is that the group took a while to file into the tunnel and Rey was among the last. And also, there are far more defensible places to be in the event of demonic attack than a series of underground tunnels... -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Chadussid did a few mental calculations, then pulled a few vials out of his belt. "Demons. Goddamn excellent work, this." The spears quaked a little. "We have about thirty seconds at that rate until they break through. And I'm not going in that tunnel for another sixty seconds; if Law feels like going out in a blaze of demonic glory, he isn't taking me with him." He looked behind him. The greater majority of the group had already fallen into the tunnel. One of the spears cracked a bit. He continued to shout orders. He saw the quiet girl with the weapon. "Give me that. Quickly, no time to waste." She handed it over: a heavy crossbow, of fine make and manufacture. Loaded. After a moment's struggle with the weapon, he smashed the bolt angrily out of its carriage, breaking it and releasing the taut bowcord. Chadussid yelped a little: the impact had cut his hand bad. No time to worry about that. He picked up the bolthead, calmly notched the cork in one of his potions, and tied another to it with twine. One of the spears had cracked. Rey brandished his sword and shouted angry challenges at the demons. A couple of the members of the party were still there; the crossbowwoman, weaponless, had decided to take her chances with the tunnel. The other spear was cracking, and minute holes were spreading in the torn-up, smoldering door. Chadussid yanked back the gear crank and stared angrily into the door. "Take this!" He shot a potion of detonation, small, through one of the larger holes in the main door, and it hit a demon foresquare in the chest. Glass shards went everywhere, tearing the demons apart. A few went back into the bunker, and one bounced a few times and hit Rey in the back of the head. He fell over, his helmet ruined, obviously cut. The angry howl said that he wasn't badly hurt. That was all that mattered at present. The broken pieces of spear -- for that impact obliterated the barricade -- fell out gently, and the doors swung open. Holding the weapon with one hand, the corps sergeant pulled another vial from his belt and prepared for the last. Forty-eight-one-thousand... Just then, the world exploded. "Bastards! Demonic scum! Traitors! See what happens when you dare to defy the Double Empire!" Bombs, shrapnel bombs, and flying bars ripped through the demonic hordes. "See your allies fall, treacherous scum! See them fall to the might of Cartouche and the Corps!" He remembered that voice. "Lieutenant?" An angry hiss and the scattering of rushes. Where once there stood dozens upon dozens of demons, there were now one or two alive and in fighting shape. Chadussid quietly notched another potion and leveled it at the demons. "Demons. Horde devils, to be precise. And one simple fact about horde devils will make this far easier than it already is." "What? What do you mean by that?" "Worthless maggots! I, Saoczectiu Arfon Chadussid, have slain your pathetic commanders and I stand in complete dominion of your lives! Approach and I may yet forego the pleasure of taking them." Something on Chadussid's neck glowed. The demons shambled towards him, head bowed. "Where are the hordes headquartered?" "The temple, almighty master." "Why have you arrived here?" "To take the Stone of Thunder, almighty master." "And where is the Stone of Thunder?" "In the caverns of Elisaviros beneath the earth. One entry to these caverns is in this fortress." "Go forth and attack the temple with all possible force. As your master, I so command you." "It shall be --" --past that, Chadussid understood no more. The charge on his amulet had worn out. Rey stared at him quizzically. "Those tunnels are actually manmade extensions of some sort of cavern system. Inside of that cavern system is an artifact of tremendous power which these demons are after. We are up against horde devils. This means that they favor the quarter-sides attack on any objective: four equal forces, one of which strikes a strong point, one of which strikes a weak point, one of which tries to slip in undetected, and another of which tries to use engineering tactics to achieve their objective." "In plain language?" "In plain language, the men in those tunnels shall soon, unless extracted from them, be up against one hundred twenty to two hundred and fifty demons of significant power, possibly accompanied by tunneler machines and employing rudimentary torpedoes." "So..." "So get that damn fool Law and the rest out of there at once or they're all hosed!" -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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I miss avatars, and I loathe SW for taking them down for 'space reasons'. I mean, an img src only takes up a few bytes. -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Chadussid stares at Law angrily. "That tunnel is not safe whether or not you are trustworthy. We have gone over this before. If you encourage people to enter it, you are circumventing not my 'authority' but the safety of this entire Goddamn group. I'm not giving you an order here, Law, I'm telling you plain and simple that you are going to leave the tunnels alone or you are going to grow eyes in the back of your head, because one or the other will keep you very safe from having your neck snapped." He made another movement to the spear launcher. "You don't frighten me, corpsman. In fact, I don't think you frighten anyone." In a moment, Chadussid was on top of Law, and in another moment, he was two yards away and Law and the spear launcher had fallen to the ground separately. The former writhed around, mouth open as if to scream but apparently incapable of making the sound. "That, for those of you uneducated in the fine art of hand-to-hand combat, was the main grave gauche; the fatal left hand. It is taught to the Corps in order to disable physical threats at close range before delivering a killing blow. That obviously won't be necessary here. In five minutes he'll be conscious, an hour he'll be on his feet and in twenty-four hours the pain will be mostly gone. If anyone feels like they can take that and worse, any one of you can try to call my bluff again. Go on. Who feels like a leader here? Who feels like trying to defeat me with great personal and group exertion and commit what amounds to leading an auroch bull through a glass factory? Any takers?" Silence. Kenthred opens his mouth. "The soldier? You don't scare me. You know full well that if I'm dead, you're never going to get home to whatever the hell you left behind, or the cash that the government promised you. So far as I'm concerned, you're a tier lower threat than the rest of these people. Yes, you could kill me if you wanted to, but you're not likely to. You're not stupid." He leveled his gaze at Oskoth and said, with frightening calmness, "Learn to walk perpendicular. You wasted the one strike this group had, and so far as I'm concerned, if you approach my person to a range of four yards or less for any reason, you are a direct threat to my life and this group's survival." No one else talked. "Now, the best thing I could think of doing would be to hold this position until tomorrow morning. We'll need as much daylight as we can if we're going to get to Selger by foot." "That's insane! What about the shaman's predictions, and the demon, and the corpsman..." "Listen to me. We are well-fortified sitting ducks here. Yes, we're vulnerable to demons or the corpsman attacking if we move by the outdoors. If they do, we might lose half the group by the time we end up in town. But if we move underground, one attack will kill all of us. Between a situation in which our wits might keep some of us alive and a situation in which physics guarantees all of us will die at once, I greatly prefer the former. Any questions?" -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Maybe four months is forever for someone like you... -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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No, no. I mean Sid Meier's Pirates! remake. http://www.atari.com/pirates/pirates/home.php?lg=1 -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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RPG, Omelette. And all of those settings are horribly overused. Also, you seen Pirates!? It looks very, very good... -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Reactionaries. [ Thursday, June 17, 2004 16:22: Message edited by: General Custer ] -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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"Fine. Then his problem is not one of maliciousness, it is one of stupidity. Does nothing occur to you, Mr. Law, to be less than tactically sound about entering a series of underground tunnels beneath a demon-infested war zone? Like, say, the fact that one well-placed explosion, magical or chemical, could kill all of us at once?" -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Chadussid looked wistful. "Law, under the doctrine of supremacy of martial justice, I hereby declare you suspect of the murder and mutilation of our friend the guard. I doubt I am alone in finding your demonic armies far too convenient, and I frankly would not enter a series of tunnels running underneath this hellhole if you and everyone you ever cared about were to lead the way. Even if you aren't trying to sabotage us intentionally, the prospect of being in an area where the whole group can be crushed to death at the whim of someone above who knows where we are is not a pleasant one." -------------------- They want to have a war to keep their factories They want to have a war to keep us on our knees They want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese They want to have a war to stop industrial disease They're pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind They want to suck your energy, incarcerate your mind Give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three Two weeks in Hispania and sunday striptease Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, "I'll cure it soon Abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons" The other one's out on hunger strike, he's dying by degrees How come Jesus gets industrial disease? Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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If there's one thing more insulting than a slight it's a hamfisted attempt to deny it. To put it in words of one syllable: grow some balls and stand by what you said, or take it back. Excuses are fine and pretty, the first time you use them, but afterwards they just get sort of hollow. [ Wednesday, June 16, 2004 13:52: Message edited by: General Custer ] -------------------- AnamaFreak (3:59:56 AM): Shounen-ai to the MAX ...there really is nothing that can compare to hot gay sex with a mythological icon. --665 Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
