Profile for Sir Motrax of Exile
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| Displayed name | Sir Motrax of Exile |
| Member number | 547 |
| Title | Senile Reptile |
| Postcount | 1614 |
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| Registered | Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Tuesday, November 11 2003 12:22
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I must admit I'm rather glad: Some poems are atrociously sad, Others are just plain bad. What makes me glad is Tommy's verse, It's short and simple, clear and terse, I had a laugh, I had a grin, Now I squint and pull back the pin: Tommy the poster ate poisoned salami, Tommy the poet lost his lungs. Tommy the writer was shot by a fighter, Tommy philosopher, by a tree was hung. Sauron Deceiver please use your mouse, Click 'preview post' or I'll call you a louse, You've got too many errors of the spelling variety, Correcting them would gain you propriety. I would continue my rhyming and verse, Unfortunately my time is waning, Be assured though I'm coming back After I've taken a break for gaming. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, November 10 2003 15:46
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I cannot for the life of me understand why, but I loved Revolutions. The dialogue was absolute tripe, the fight scenes were anything but spectacular, the plot was terribly predictable... that movie had no redeeming factors, yet I loved it just the same. Eh. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| A LAST MESSAGE, ALORAEL, WITH NO PROFANITY!!! in General | |
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Senile Reptile
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written Sunday, November 9 2003 17:59
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Eh, we all get tired of it sometimes. I'd guess there are only 300 members who've posted more than twenty times, though. That includes all the ones who left long ago, too. The board bug caused more accounts to spawn, and all the multiple accounts, and all the people who register but never post and and and and etc. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| What music (if any) are you listening to... in General | |
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written Sunday, November 9 2003 17:44
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Nono, I've got no moral problems with downloading music. My computer's been acting a tad slow for it's processor, and my guess is that I picked up some background junk from the internet somewhere. I'd probably get all sorts of crap by using Kazaa or its ilk. A bit of paranoia, I guess, but whatever. I'm not THAT desperate for more classical music. I can always bum CDs off one of my friends (the only other teenager who listens to classical as far as I know). -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Sunday, November 9 2003 14:06
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Concerto for Cello No. 2 in E minor, Op. 30, by Herbert. I guess God doesn't want me to listen to Dvorak's music. There's never been a concert nearby featuring his music, they never play his pieces on the radio, and I haven't bought a CD in years. I just get them as presents. ;) Do you know any good websites for downloading classical music? All I can find are MIDIs, which are the worst creation of man kind as far as I'm concerned. I don't have Kazaa or Napster or any of those, and I don't plan on getting them. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Some Motrax Poetry in General | |
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Senile Reptile
Member # 547
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written Sunday, November 9 2003 09:10
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Slant rhyming is a thing I use, For example, to rhyme use with fuzz, It doesn't quite exactly fit, It's a sound that's distant and fleet, But that's OK, since I'm the poet, Why don't you rhyme, if you so-well know it? -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Some Motrax Poetry in General | |
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Senile Reptile
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 20:26
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Premonition wants more detail, I'll grant her that at a price below retail! In crept the silent secret spy Snooping about with a weary eye. Smells from a place below her Made her stomach rumble and stir. "It's great that I found food, what luck!" "Now I'll crawl through this little air duct!" Entering the kitchen, the spy glanced around In her vision three chefs could be found. A poisoned bolt later, one fell to the ground, Another chef fell without a sound. Too bad for the sleuth, her position revealed, The third chef used a tool with which melons were peeled. The adversaries locked in fearsome combat, They could remind one of an enraged wombat. The chef swung left and pealed the air, The spy after this was not worse for wear. Seeing a space for her dagger to fly She flung her blade at the Italian guy. Just at that moment, a toaster dinged, The burnt bread deflected the knife with a ping. Not fazed for a moment, the spy threw a needle, It missed the chef and skewered a beetle. Not a moment's hesitation, for another was thrown, Too much to the side by the fan it was blown. Then came the stars, those deadly disks, They flew by the chef's head with threatening whisks. Quickly proceeding was a smoke filled grenade, It didn't work since it was hand made. The last resort, a grappling hook Was caught by the chef and jammed in a nook. The chef then spoke "Stop!" and stop our spy did, "I have food" he said, it's under that lid! Poor hungry Premonition, so careful and cautious, Ingested the food, it made her nautious. Then came the spasms and throes of muscle, The chef laughed with glee, causing some bustle. Her lips grew week, her eyes grew shady, Then Death came and claimed the lady. So ends the trajedy of Antigone, That's an end I'll bet you didn't see! -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Some Motrax Poetry in General | |
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Senile Reptile
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written Saturday, November 8 2003 15:33
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Thank you Stughalf for saving me time, I've no mood nor inclination to rhyme. The list keeps growing though much to my dismay, I guess I'll have to keep this growth at bay: There was once a member by the name of Willow, He fell asleep on a needle-filled pillow. There was also a great one who called himself Radiant, Being squished by a wrecking ball made him a gradient. Alex the Archmage and Alex just plain, They are two members that are really both pains, I don't remember them all too well, So I'll assume they just fell down a well. The best at graphics, Frahham's his name, Too bad it took a flesh-eating bug to earn him fame. RoR and Riibu, two fine youg ladies, They walked a bit far into the realm of Hades. Zxquez of course is a name quite complex, It switches so much, it's an absolute quagmire. When his brain was swallowed by brain-eating insects, The man's situation was a bit more than just dire. That's all for now, there's a lunar eclipse, There'll by time later for more silly quips. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Some Motrax Poetry in General | |
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Senile Reptile
Member # 547
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:41
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Now that's a problem, ain't it Guy? You didn't rhyme though, so'n Hell you'll fry. You've got a word, that's in your name, Perfict it is, as is my aim. Lastly you pride yourseld with the word Grammar, The honor ends though, with a swift blow by a hammer. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Some Motrax Poetry in General | |
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Senile Reptile
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:19
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No, it ain't Haiku. It's from Polaris, and it actually rhymes this time! I like rhyming stuff, no matter what, So here goes nothing, cover your butt: Logo the loco fell off his pogo, Omlette-o from ghetto, stabbed with stilletto, Wise man the pie man became stir fry, When NaCN got trampled by men. Alec typed malloc rather than calloc, his memory leaked, as did his brains. Djur saw a cat and decided to purr, To bad that cat had poisonous fur. Stareye squished fireflies 'till his hands glow'ed green, Then one fly hit Stareye right in the spleen. Saundy had landry she had to wash clean, It's indeed shameful the clothing turned mean. Those not named yet shan't let their guard fall, For Motrax saved up the best of them all: Thuryl ate pancakes full of rats, Khoth was assaulted by lava bats. Sullust sat down to take a break, The chair where he sat, it was a fake. Schrodinger studied long and hard, Then in walked a man by the name of Marcus, The man was a mage, full of angst, When the wizard was done, he left only a carcass. TM and Scorp strolled down the street, It's pretty obvious what end they would meet. Drakefyre, Alorael, and the other mods, Found themselves impaled on rods. Sir David dropped his sword for a time, Thus he was eaten by a starving mime. Milla the cat crossed too many paths, I found her later in three seperate halves. Alcritas and Sarachim, all those oldies, Met with some ooze and were transformed into moldies. Imban and Arctic, two fine young men, Last seen strolling into a lion's den. The Great Mister and the Great Potato, Experienced the attack of a killer tomato, ADoS and the rest of his posse, Got gum disease when they forgot to floss. I knew one of them well by the name of Morgan, He lost one too many internal organs. ef could be seen meditating in silence, Unfortunately her end came abruptly with violence. Felwynne missed one too many meetings, The remnants of his body were few and fleeting. Premonition was assigned an important mission, Her end came from a chef in the kitchen. Zeviz strode forth, ready for all, Except of course, for the crowds at the mall. Slith was listening to some Wagner, then Bach When suddenly the roof fell and he was squished by a rock. Lord Bob and Seletine and Tie-my-shoe, All found in the lake, where poison grew. Dragyn Bob and LE, not seen in a while, Were probably approached by a dangerous pedophile. Ed Lemur at the top of the world, Was nibbled and eaten by an army of squirrels. I'll end with Bixler, who loves Blades of Exile, He was smothered with eight tons of textile. These morbid rhymes have included nearly everybody, If I missed you consider yourself lucky, That's Aphrael and Killer and Turtle Whipper, They'd find their absence, really quite ducky. But others forgotten in the haste of my rhyme, Be not frightened, we all have our time, Be it night be it day or all in between, Express your poems, grin and beam. Marooner: Hey old crotchety, you forgot me, I guess I'm lucky, or else we'll see. Me again: Incredible, astounding, a member I forgot! My mind is still sharp, my words yet hot, I've reserved a special saga for my Marooned friend, Lets see how he likes it, he meets a bitter end! Marooner the Mariner was marooned on an island, He had but one bullet, one apple, and sand. He pondered his life, he thought of his wife, He wondered how he could end his strife. First came the squirrels, then little deer, With this much game, he had little to fear. Marooner spent a day with some wood, He built with it a bigger house than any man should. The monkeys were rampant, bananas were ripe, The monkeys as butlers didn't seem like tripe. Within three weeks the island was changed, The lonely land was gone, estranged. A paradise of which no one could conceive Existed there in the center of the seas, And in the middle of the center of the seas, Stood Marooner, grinning and pleased. "Alright!" he exclaimed, "I just need TV and I'm set!" "Although of course, there'd be nothing wrong with some internet." His wishes were granted when a plane flew above, Batteries and laptop dropped like a dove. A year or two later, the mariner slept, And in the darkest of nights, a creature crept, 'Twas the head butler of monkey decent, He'd come for his master, he'd make him repent. Enslaved for a while, the monkey was ragged, But he'd found a sharp object, pointy and jagged, With it he loomed above our poor friend, It seemed it was time for his untimely end. The knife rose high and went down with a whistle, It cut into bone, tore through gristle, The grizzly scene grew more unbearable, When the gore became rather quite terrible. Sad, sad Marooner came home on a schooner, Poor, poor Marooner could have returned sooner, If he'd just lasted another few days. And what of the butler? that wretched creation, Well he had quite a startling revelation! He clicked the mouse and tapped the keys, And soon he was web surfing with facile ease! Silly Marooner had checked the 'save password' box, The monkey butler got past all the locks. The ape-like form discovered a forum, Soon he'd posted on Spidweb with general decorum. He has a name, you and I know it, The monkey's just afraid to show it, His eyes are blinking, his fingers flowing, He posts all the time, his name is Boeing! If you wish to reply, it won't cost a dime, Just make sure you answer with wittier rhyme. [ Friday, November 07, 2003 15:22: Message edited by: Sir Romeo of the Capulets ] -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Friday, November 7 2003 15:05
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I... stand shamed. I was under the mistaken impression that a plane engines roared at 70 decibels, so 30 sounded OK for 'blasting' music. I shall now change my erronious figure to 96 decibels, precisely. I don't know Dvorak very well. I just have his Cello Concerto in B minor, which is what I'm listening to right now. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Thursday, November 6 2003 17:40
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Beethoven's Fifth, 4th movement (although I listened to the other movements before this). Next I'm switching to the Egmont Overture. By the way, blasting Rachmaninoff as I drive down the street is one of the greatest things ever. Sure surprises people to see a teen listening to classical at thirty decibels. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Adieu, Adieu, Adieu in General | |
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written Monday, November 3 2003 09:47
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Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, [...] Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, November 3 2003 07:37
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code: #include<dos.h> #include<conio.h> #include<iomanip.h> int main(void) { sound(440); delay(500); nosound(); textcolor(RED); cout<<"HOORJ"; getch(); } [/code]-Motrax, who hasn't posted here in a few days and decided to curtail his absence with a short and alltogether useless post. [ Monday, November 03, 2003 07:38: Message edited by: Sir Motrax of Exile ] -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, November 1 2003 07:06
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There's no 'strange Russian variant' of tetris because it was the Russians who invented the game in the first place. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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Senile Reptile
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written Friday, October 31 2003 14:03
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I was going to go to school in a lab coat and green latex gloves. If available, I would have tried for a full-body radiation suit, but those are pretty hard to come by. But alas, I just wore an old shirt. One of the Biology teachers at my stuck random pieces of clothing to himself to emulate static electricity. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, October 26 2003 16:18
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Brahm's 4th Symphony in E minor. Indeed 'tis board abuse. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, October 23 2003 15:50
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I speak Russian somewhat, but I've grown up in America so I don't really know the language too well. It's true that a lot of Americans butcher their language mercilessly. This is also quite a pity. I beleive butchering any language due to simple laziness is more than a little bit foolish, for communication is the only way to interact with others. Inability to communicate coherrent thoughts is one major cause for a lot of the problems we have. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, October 23 2003 15:44
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I am Alorael, so refer to Alorael's post to see when I started playing. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 20 2003 16:29
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Greetings. -Motrax, who contests Alorael's statement that he is the only one using an ever-changing signature, at the moment. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 20 2003 16:25
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Bah, 547 is good enough. I started playing when Exile 1 was the only game out. I'm 18. Interesting to see all the old faces popping back. (Edited for spelling errrs. [ Monday, October 20, 2003 16:26: Message edited by: Sir Motrax of Exile ] -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 20 2003 16:19
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"...We still vote with paper ballots." That's better than computerized voting 'cause of hacking. But that's a different issue... If I have something more thna four or five pages on the computer that I wish to read, I'll print it out. Reading off the screen is terrible - there is definitely something nice about reading a book in bed with some tea when it's snowing outside... listening to some Brahms... munching thoughtfully on a cookie... mmmm... Books cannot be replaced, period. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
| Goodbye, sort of in General | |
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written Sunday, October 19 2003 14:01
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Indeed, http://www.webeacon.com/boards/ is somewhat slow. But it's quite a nice forum. Bye and welcome back, David. Is it just me, or would this topic have been locked on the old Misc. for being painfully obviously spammy? -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, October 16 2003 12:44
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I drive my car a mile a minute. It's a volvo, so it won't go much faster. -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, October 16 2003 12:35
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I mindlessly copied the number from you, Khoth, as I'm too lazy to go find out what a real credit card number looks like. And my hidden message is better than your hidden message! -------------------- Polaris Posts: 1614 | Registered: Wednesday, January 23 2002 08:00 |