Profile for Sir David
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| Displayed name | Sir David |
| Member number | 919 |
| Title | Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! |
| Postcount | 3351 |
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| Registered | Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 23 2005 21:26
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It is not me. NOT ME. I do not have grey armor, damn you. Grey is of the devil. Grey is the popular color. Go on, ask anyone and they'll say "Oh yes, I absolutely LOVE grey, it is so the greatest color ever, like, totally". Everything these days, EVERYTHING, is grey. Everyone loves grey. Grey is the best color, because everyone loves it. Well, I will have nothing to do with grey, you hear? I love green and I'm proud of it. I hate grey and I'm even more proud of that! Sure, a picture of me would be great, because in my quiet state of forum dwelling any attention is better than nothing, but understand this: You can NOT make me a sell-out, if the price is accepting grey as something more than a mere whore of a color. Am I being clear here? I do NOT have grey armor! My armor is GREEN. Not grey. And it is NOT a picture of me. Not. ...er. Sorry. Got caught up in the spirit of the moment and... um... hmm... might now be a good time to go into hiding? It may well be... Just kidding, by the way, Dallerdin, grey is fine. Makes more sense than green, really, and if you'd known that about my armor, I'd have been impressed and somewhat suspicious. And my apologies to Riibu, but I couldn't let such a great opportunity pass. 8 is obviously TM. Anyway, if it's Arctic, where are the other 997 (or 999997) slimy things? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 23 2005 20:57
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I'd absolutely love to go back to Ireland. Australia and Japan are certainly on my list as well. Really, I just want to take time off from life and go somewhere I haven't been (unless it's Ireland). Fictional... hmm... well, another inhabited planet would be nice... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 23 2005 20:49
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I'm a big fan of wind power, no pun intended. Maybe it's a utopian idea, but the little research I've done has revealed far greater pros than cons, and even if it's only a supplementary source, I see no reason not to develop and expand on it. I also like the idea of solar power, at least for home use. I have a friend whose home was powered by the sun for years until a panel broke and his family deemed it too expensive and difficult to fix. With increased production and availability, it seems like such problems would be lessened to a point where great numbers of suburban and rural homes, especially, could harness the energy of the sun and reduce the strain on other energy sources. Alright, fine, I'll admit it, the pun was intended... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 23 2005 11:41
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quote: quote:You didn't challenge it then, you can't challenge it now. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, August 22 2005 22:26
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Satisfied with the elf's answer, Lisha finally allowed herself to sink into a light, uneasy sleep. Her dreams were broken and senseless; a child hacking at trees with a large sword, a mysterious horseman with the head of a viper, a shifting shape pushing boulders down upon her. A chill wind picked up once more, tossing her makeshift hammock about like a lizard struggling to free itself from a wicked beak. Lisha turned in her sleep, avoiding both the boulders and the swirling air, unconsciously keeping her cloak between her weapons, pressed against her body, and the world outside. Melora watched through slits, sitting motionless on her nearby perch. She drifted into a half-sleep, letting her mind run free while keeping her senses tuned to her surroundings. She sat that way for several hours, listening to the rustling of the leaves, the chittering insects beneath the bark, the subdued calls of starving birds. This far north, this high up, the air never warmed the body, never stifled one's breath; only the thin, meager sunlight gave a hint of relief, and now even that was choked by the heavy clouds. The human village below would soon enjoy a frigid shower; the mountain would be reblanketed in white. Forest animals had been creeping by their tree for hours, but a slightly louder noise, the sound of men trying to be quiet, entered the pointed ears and directed the sharp eyes downward. A swordsman's helm moved among the ground foliage, then disappeared. Melora pushed off from the trunk and crawled onto a limb, looking downward. A second head, uncovered, appeared near where the other had disappeared and looked up. Unable to see the sun, the man looked down once more, and Melora moved again. She lowered a foot onto the Easterner's shoulder and pushed. Whipping the cloak from her body, Lisha woke with a dagger brandished upward. Seeing the sylvan face looking down upon her, she glared, sheathed her weapon, and sat up. "What-" "Shh." Following her companion's cue, Lisha peeked over the edge of her hammock. A gust of wind sent her nervously back into the center. She crept to the edge again and looked down. The helmed head stared back, but obviously saw nothing. Neither woman moved. The bladesman attributed the sound to the gusty environment and moved on. From her vantage point and the dim golden glow far to the west of the zenith, Lisha could see that several hours had passed since the elf's explanation. Feeling sufficiently rested, she pulled herself up to Melora's branch and leaned toward her. "Who is it?" The elf tilted her head. "They are human swordsmen. Neither carried a bow, but they move with rare strength and grace. There - by that stump." Lisha looked where the elf indicated. An upright figure in a black cloak stood scanning his surroundings, reasonably well-protecteed by a wild hedge. A black cloak... the trim... l "The archer's guild." "Ah..." Lisha looked sidelong at the elf. A slow, terrible smile was growing on her face. Glancing quickly at her companion, Melora dropped to a lower branch and began making her way down. Frantic, Lisha attempted to catch up. "Elf," she hissed. "Wait. There's no need - wait!" The elf continued her way down, dropping from branch to branch as lightly as a squirrel. Lisha's knowledge of trees was mostly theoretical; the sandstone of Tass Shanti never yielded so to her weight, and even the warped boards of the roofs of the poor had no leaves to shake, no birds to unsettle. Making as little noise as her companion but significantly less progress, Lisha raced toward the ground below, desperate to intercept the unpredictable elf. A hand shot out and grabbed her wrist as she prepared to swing to another branchShe grappled for a knife while trying to regain her balance. The elf's eyes sought her own and the pointed face beseached silence; relaxing, pleased to have caught Melora somehow, she stopped and waited. Noting the elf's closed eyes and appearance of deep concentration, she cleared her mind and listened, watching the still bladesman. At first, there was nothing but the wind and the sound of birds. Then a faint wisp of sound came to her, vanished, and came again, slightly stronger. The sound grew slowly, cautiously, gradually getting louder, then suddenly swelled, a wave towering above the shore. Lisha glanced at her companion. Her delicate face was bathed in white light, a ghastly pall over the beautiful marble features. Then suddenly her eyelids separated, her eyes flickered open, flitted to her face, sparkling in the moonlight, ice cold. "The moon is full," breathed the dark elf. "They have surfaced." Lisha managed to break her gaze and glanced down at the stump. The man was gone, the frondescence motionless. The elf, following her gaze, freed her hand and continued her descent, even faster than before. Lisha followed closely, the sense of urgency lending her haste and allowing her to forget the noise she was making. Both were soon on the ground and running, Lisha at Melora's heels, toward the audible host of Verwey. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, August 22 2005 20:31
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Poor guy. You know something's wrong when you have to look for stuff to do with your free time rather than looking for time which which to do stuff. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, August 22 2005 07:13
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quote:...Actually it was bloody obvious, just not particularly funny. :P 7 is an Aussie, I know... I'm not sure what he's got in his hands, but I'm going to guess it's Thuryl. 6 is Alex... still not sure about 2. I like how Aran's peace flag is upside down... ;) EDIT: Why is it that :P is quoted as [razz], but [razz] doesn't produce :P ? EDIT2: I was just about to say that, Ben... [ Monday, August 22, 2005 07:19: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, August 21 2005 17:06
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Favorite muscle or sport car? Well, to be honest, I know next to nothing about sport cars, so I'll go with the first option. I'd have to say my favorite muscle is the pectoralis major. Seriously, what would we do without that medial rotation of the humerus? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, August 21 2005 16:40
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He/she seems male... I like the stick figure viewers, stranger... "So how many times has the world blown up so far?" "I don't know, like, about two?" -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, August 20 2005 20:06
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Rock and roll, man! Mostly alternative rock, though, and a lot of classical. Beethoven classical, not The Who classical. I'm listening to a lot of Coldplay, Ben Folds, The Killers, and Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and Branford Marsalis' Romances for Saxophone. My favorite band changes from day to day, but my favorite genres never really change. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, August 20 2005 19:49
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Psh. Everyone knows Missouri is just the product of constant brainwashing. That's nothing new. I agree with your second theory, Icshi, but I'm glad he did it. I'm sure he would have prevented as many American deaths as necessary (otherwise, why would he have taken so long?), but he saw the big picture clearly enough to know that the world would be better off after such an attack. I have no conspiracy theories to share; I tend to reject most of them. I do find it somewhat odd that Ahmadinejad won the election while Rafsanjani, who clearly had considerably more popular support, lost, but I think it's safer not to go there... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, August 20 2005 19:36
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ADoS, that's why you put their moniker in the Notes section of their information. I use AIM because it's what most of my friends use and I see no reason to change. My sister uses MSN, and I really dislike its appearance. Not that that matters or anything. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, August 19 2005 22:22
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So much for a higher standard of writing... Once, in first grade, my class had just learned to play two-square and was given time on the playground to do as we wished. Well, I had the brilliant idea of starting a game with two of my friends in which we attempted to kick each other off the monkey bars and be the last one hanging. One friend quickly realized how stupid this was and get off the easy way. I got off the hard way, and ended up in the emergency room getting a cast on my broken wrist. My other emergency room visit came minutes after jumping off a couch as a soldier and landing as a screaming little boy with the area right next to my eye pierced by the corner of a table. I've got a scar from that, although it kind of blends in. I've also got a scar around the same area as Harry Potter, but it's small and circular (the result of picking chicken pox) rather than lightning boltish. I remember being asked if I was Indian in elementary school, and being smart enough to realize the kid had no idea what he was talking about. My other notable scar, oddly enough, comes from falling down the stairs; I slipped at the top, grabbed the still unsanded railing, and found myself at the bottom with a bloody hand and distorted senses. It took several minutes to clear the green haze in front of my eyes, and a bit longer to be able to hear properly. The open gash in my hand made it difficult to do much piano-playing the week or two after, and I've still got a scar down the center of my palm from falling down the stairs. Oh, and then there's the scar across my wrist that could easily convince anyone I'd attempted and failed to commit suicide at some point in my life. A scared cat is kind of a weak alibi, I must admit. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, August 19 2005 21:46
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Welcome. I like the name. I'm sure the capitalization will come with time. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, August 19 2005 19:45
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Yay for English! And Engrish for give joy! Learning French, I have no idea what different tenses are called; I just figure out how to use them and leave it at that. What I love about English is there are so many different ways to say the same thing, and sometimes the wrong way is the most accurate. Thank you, Shakespeare, for authorizing the fabrication of useful words. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, August 18 2005 21:06
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That's something for you to be proud of, Marlenny, not Ben. Aran, what have you done... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, August 17 2005 22:06
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o.O I am impressed... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, August 17 2005 21:25
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Pontius Pilate. Washes hands, tortured soul, clash of cultures... where would literature be today without him? MacBeth. Fun to play. The sniper from Phonebooth... just... because. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, August 17 2005 21:14
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Oddly enough, I thought the same thing when I first read Zeviz's post. I blame it on the turtles, though, not Dolphin's current moniker. Catapulted to #20 from somewhere in the 40's... I'm glad, I must say, not because I'm posting more, but because everyone else is posting less. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 16 2005 22:07
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They walked on in silence for several minutes. making significantly less progress than they would've alone. Lisha noted with annoyance that Melora had adopted a position half a step behind her and to the side, a good place from which to watch and, if necessary, to strike. Lisha kept slowing down imperceptibly in an attempt to adopt her customary position, the one the elf currently occupied, but no matter how she shifted, Melora was always a half step behind. Frustrated and weary, Lisha walked on ahead. A large, ancient tree, radiating roots in all directions, stood in their path. Avoiding its trunk, Lisha neglected her feet for an instant. One caught under a gnarled fallen limb and she stumbled. She righted herself smoothly, trying to keep her carelessness from Melora's perception. The elf gave no sign of noticing, but continued on. Turning her attention to the path once more, Lisha slipped on a loose rock and was hurled by her own momentum against the trunk. "Another misstep like those," Melora noted wryly, "and the demon's job will be done. This tree is as good as any." "Good for..." Lisha inquired, hiding her red cheeks within the folds of her hood. "For sleep, of course. You cannot go on without it." Lisha concealed her great relief behind a mask of reluctance. "In a tree? I am no bird." "Nevertheless, you know how to climb, and are more likely to succeed than any possible enemies. I will climb first to find the best way up." With that, Melora launched herself into the air, catching a lower branch of a younger tree, and lightly hauled herself up. Barely sparing her companion a glance, the elf sought another branch, one closer to the desired roost, and made her way onto it. Seeing little choice, Lisha crouched and prepared to follow. Minutes later, she found the elf completing a makeshift cot of braches and leaves about halfway up the hoary grandsire. Eyeing her companion suspiciously, Lisha tested the contraption and its construction. Unable to find any defects, Lisha grunted her thanks and settled in, arranging herself in such a way as to make it impossible for even a dark elf to tamper with her poison or lift her weapons without waking her. Daggers clutched in both fists, Lisha closed her eyes. Melora, sitting on a nearby branch, watched as the rise and fall of her chest became slower and more rhythmic and her breath melded with the gentle breeze. "How do you know they're safe?" Startled, Melora's eyes flicked to Lisha's, which were still closed. Any human would've assumed he was hallucinating, that the question was a product of his imagination, that Lisha could not possibly have been awake and aware. But where else could the question have come from? Thinking back, Melora desperately sought an answer. "The- the Verweyans depend on that portal for entry into their hidden village. They think they are unknown to the outside world, that they alone can find the way in, but they underestimate the auditory abilities of my people. A simple password, which Caecus surely uttered correctly, is enough to ensure safe passage. The druid and the rest are far below the surface of the earth, or were when I left, but are only a simple transport spell from that clearing. And unless the archer has done something rash, which is entirely possible, they will be safe among those silver-haired people until someone takes a negative interest in them and exterminates them." Melora, regaining her composure and realizing she'd probably said too much, feel into silence. "Who are they?" -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 16 2005 21:16
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I'm content with what we have, and I think the inconvenience would outweigh any benefits. Not, as everyone has pointed out, that it's really an issue. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 16 2005 20:45
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Aran's completely right - I was the same way when I came. If he comes back, I hope it doesn't take him long to realize this. I feel kind of bad, scaring a newbie away from a message board set up for the benefit of Spiderweb and its customers, but what can you do with such sensitive people? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 16 2005 20:30
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"Bigger. Better. Sir David." I can't imagine that anyone could get so caught up in a game. All other nominees for the Darwin Award might as well bow to such tough competition. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 16 2005 09:16
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If it weren't for this topic, ironically, the answer might've been "yes". -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, August 16 2005 09:07
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Aaaaaa-men, brutha! Actually one could get a lower number than you, but that would involve hacking into an older account or convincing one of the admins to give you its password. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |