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written Sunday, January 4 2004 14:43
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Oh, I know, I read it, and only about a month ago, too. It was very good. The problem is that it's 1152 pages long, and I have a horrible memory. I tried Sparknotes and just got a bunch of useless stuff on world history of that time period... BtI, that link doesn't have anything about Shogun... Someone, help... please... there are plenty of references to Shogun on sparknotes.com, but they're all on the message board... [ Sunday, January 04, 2004 18:48: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 11:24
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I think you could if you tried, Morgan, not that it matters... Anyway, I've been playing the music on my piano, and I felt like listening to the CD(s) to see what it sounds like in the play. And some of it wasn't too bad. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 09:01
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I have to write two-page synopsis of Shogun (by James Clavell) by tomorrow. Can anyone help me with this? ...Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of spark notes than actual help... but I usually don't use spark notes, and I can't find what I'm looking for online... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 08:56
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Well, if one would want to assassinate Alorael (I'm not sure why anyone would, but anyway), my suggestion would be to go for the neck. It is far easier to snipe ferrets in the groin area than in the neck area, although a miss could possibly prove far more painful (I've never been shot in my neck, nor my groin, so this is purely theorethical). The switch should be located at the front of the neck, just below the chin; the ferrets may be easier to grasp there, but I assume you would be counting on the weight of numbers, anyway. Merry eleventh day of Christmas. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 08:30
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OOC: You can kill your character, and a mod or admin can kill your character, but that's it. Basically, if they can edit one of your posts, they can kill your character. IC later, unless this paper takes longer than I think it will... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 4 2004 08:15
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...Unless it spontaneously combusts, and the file on your computer deletes itself, of course. Listening to an airplane going by. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 21:26
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No, I was thinking more along the lines of utter chaos, so the mods have something to keep them busy... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 21:21
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No evidence, aside from the fact that he came here knowing stuff about Spiderweb since the death of Misc, and before... he could've read it all just before joining, as he said, but if we're in conspiracy mode... EDIT: Post 2200, yay. OK, so this is actually a cover-up for a stupid mistake I editted out, but hey. [ Saturday, January 03, 2004 21:23: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 21:12
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"Dear Warderson," the Emperor wrote. "Things aren't going too well." "Uh, my liege..." began the guard, reading over Gideon's shoulder. "Yes?" "Well..." Gideon Ironclad was proud of his literacy; he had often dodged his sword practice as a child, taking refuge behind stacks of parchment, learning from scribes rather than knights. A simple command was all it took to keep those involved quiet; he was, after all, heir to the throne. And now he meant to make use of his time spent in those dry, dusty rooms. The guard, seeing his writing skill, or lack thereof, had different ideas. "Sir, come quickly! There seems to be a message from the mainland!" The guard looked at Crandall in relief; he had mentioned this problem to the archer-captain, by talking to himself in the other man's general vicinity, of course. As the Emperor got up with a mixture of fear and excitement, Crandall winked at the guard. The man smiled thankfully. "Should I write the message, then, my liege?" the guard asked, accidentally on purpose waiting for the Emperor to walk out of hearing range. He laughed self-contentedly and sat down where the Emperor had been. He took up the pen, found a new piece of parchment, and quickly got to work. Speech-writing was not the guard's only skill; within a few minutes, he had a new letter, one dripping in Imperial propaganda. He sat back and read it over, a little smile on his lips; this would convince Sol himself, he thought to himself. The basic idea was that Ironclad I, the man who had sent the army in the first place, was the man to whom their loyalties should be given. Since that man and most of his family were dead, Gideon Ironclad, his great-nephew, was the closest they would get. Kylen was illegitimate, and Sol was an enemy of their previous emperor's house. Even the guard himself was getting tired of the word "traitor" by the end of the letter; it may have a few exaggerations, he thought wryly, rereading his descriptions of Kylen and Sol, and then of his own emperor. But if it showed Warderson the truth, well, small innaccuracies could be fixed later, when Gideon Ironclad was back on the throne. A little later the Emperor returned, looking confused and speaking vaguely about Crandall's mistake, how the message had actually just been from an SAFT transport, saying that they had gotten safely through. The guard smiled at him, hiding his letter in a stack of papers on the desk. "It's getting late, my liege, but if you write quickly, you may be able to get that letter finished in time," he said. Gideon Ironclad sat back down, picked up his pen, and thought. "Actually," started the guard, cautiously, "I hope you don't mind, but I wrote a bit myself... just a draft, a little suggestion, but maybe you'd like to look at it?" He shifted through the papers, as if looking for something he had put there a day or two ago, then suddenly perked up, 'somehow' finding his letter. "Here you are, my liege, I hope you find it helpful," he said, handing it to his emperor. Gideon Ironclad looked up at him questioningly, then looked down at the parchment. His eyes lit up; he read the letter, then reread the description of himself, laughing merrily. "You really think that? Well, I suppose it's true... I don't want him thinking I'm too arrogant, though, maybe I should change that bit..." He laughed again, took another piece of parchment, and copied the letter almost word for word. He changed it around a bit, making it seem like he had written it himself, then signed it with a flourish. He laughed again, his eyes still bright, and smiled at the guard. "Thank you. What is your name?" "Kellen, my liege," the guard said, "but you don't have to give me credit. It's your letter." "Oh, I know, but it's frustrating, having to refer to you as 'guard'." "Ah. Right." "Well, Kellen, have this copied, then send as many copies of it as Crandall allows, to whoever needs it. Make sure more than one copy is sent to Warderson; he must get it, and soon." "Yes, my liege." The guard walked from the room, smiling; soon, the message had been copied and sent out by various means, multiple times. Sol would have to control the entire continent to prevent the message from reaching Warderson, and, of course, the more people it reached, the better. ***** Later that day, a copy of the message reached Lord Dekker's former fortress, Sullust's home. When they received word of Sullust's death, the soldiers were shocked and disheartened; they had counted on him to lead them to victory against the Kylenians. The news of the Populist militia was just as surprising; they had heard vague rumors of this new faction, but had never really considered it a danger to themselves. The good news was that the militia had also destroyed the remaining Kylenian opposition; the rivers now belonged to Gideon Ironclad and his southern soldiers, if they could hold out against the Populists. Soon after the news was heard, the knights Gideon had sent so long ago returned to the fortress; their leader was given Sullust's former position, and he immediately sent out an army to fight the Populists, and anyone else who might challenge the Ironcladists' power around the rivers. Along with them were several assassins. Lucas, a veteran archer from the late Lord Dekker's barracks, was sent with one mission: to kill all Populist leaders he could find. OOC: Sullust won't be able to post as much for a bit, but when he returns, Lucas is his new character; don't kill him off. [ Saturday, January 03, 2004 21:17: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 18:54
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How do you know the tolerance numbers? -------------------- 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, January 3 2004 18:28
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Overture by Andrew Lloyd Webber (Jesus Christ Superstar). -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 18:24
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Maturity, or the dulling of emotions? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 17:32
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OMG GJ TM ITS SUCH AN AWESOME MONIKER LOLZ OMG Seriously, I think undead topics have had quite enough loving. [ Saturday, January 03, 2004 17:34: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- 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, January 3 2004 17:27
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If the mod board here is anything like the one at the CoA, it's dead. If not, I still don't think it's very active. Maybe we could do something about that... *devilish grin* -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 17:22
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Well, maybe I was just fortunate, then. Anyway, maybe my thing about sunrises is just a misdiagnosis of the problem; I thought that my increase of knowledge and dulling of emotions were connected, since they occured (are occuring?) at the same rate and the same time, but maybe it's just a coincidence. We're stuck with this quest for knowledge, though, whether we like it or not; it's not like I make a point of knowing nothing. So anyway, if knowledge isn't dulling my emotions, then what is? Hindu philosophy would say this dulling is a good thing, but I think otherwise... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 08:39
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I'm not talking about my anime post, or anything else I said while angry and regretted later. But if knowledge can take away the joy of a sunrise, how it that a good thing? I think that little children are the happiest people in the world, they are so easily pleased; and why is that? Personally, I think it's because they don't know much. I know that it's impractical to go through your whole life trying to forget everything, to free yourself from all knowledge, but still, you must admit, ignorance is bliss. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 3 2004 08:29
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More classical. More WMHT. It's getting annoying, and I'd turn it off, but... um... it's not that I'm lazy, it's just that... um... I'm duct-taped... to my chair... [ Saturday, January 03, 2004 08:30: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 2 2004 11:25
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Crandall was afraid for the Emperor's life, and Gideon Ironclad had never known a ship could move so fast. There were two mages on board, apparently for sending messages quickly, but at least one of them had found some way of enhancing the ship's speed. Two mages; the ship was obviously more important than the guards had thought. There were also plenty of pigeons, none of whom got much rest. After Crandall turned the ship east to go back to the SAFT headquarters in the south, a pigeon with a message for the archer-captain found the ship. Within a minute, every man on the ship who could write was gathered around Crandall, and messages were being sent out faster than Gideon Ironclad had thought possible. He had asked the archer-captain about his position on the ship, the first explanation he had wanted, but the pigeon had come right at that moment, and the Emperor still had no idea what had led him to the meeting with Linda. From the snatches of conversation and dictation, though, he and the guards gathered that several things were happening. First, White Peak Island had firmly declared their continued alliegance to Emperor Ironclad and none other, and had already mobilized for war; the substancial, well-trained Ironclad army was waiting at their docks. Second, many SAFT ships had been sent to the island to pick these men up and transport them wherever the Emperor wanted; the island was a rich one, which justified the SAFT's transporting of Imperial soldiers. The SAFT captains Third, Crandall's ship was going east with all possible speed; they still couldn't decide whether to bring the Emperor to White Peak to rally his supporters, or to get to the SAFT headquarters with no delay. Crandall was leaning towards stopping first at the island, but he knew that Vida wanted him in the south as soon as possible. And fourth, Sullust had firmly secured the river in the south, and was cutting through the remaining Kylenian river guard like a hot knife though butter. He had also roused the captive Lord Dekker's forces, most of whom were pushing forcefully to the southern coast. When the army returned from the Aizoan front, they meant to meet them there, whichever faction they chose. ***** A huge crowd had gathered, an angry crowd, a crowd with death in their eyes, a crowd lusting for blood, and for victory. Crowds like this covered Pralgrad, and this one, though larger than most, was hardly different. There was only one thing that set them apart: they wore the Imperial device of the soldiers of Emperor Gideon Ironclad. As the ship was tied to the dock, whispers ran through the crowd. "It's the Solarans... no, the Emperor... Emperor Ironclad... Ironclad has come... the SAFT has joined us... they will kill us all... Ironclad... Emperor Ironclad..." But when Emperor Gideon Ironclad stepped off the ship, flanked by the Imperial soldiers who had been following him since the battle at Blackstone, a cheer went up, the most overwhelming sound that had ever been heard on White Peak. Many peasants heard the cheer and thought the island had been invaded, and began barricading themselves in; those closer to the dock could see for themselves that, if an army of millions had invaded at that moment, they would have been brutally crushed. The cheering and shouting had a hysterical edge to it; much of it was from pure relief. They had had so many conflicting reports that the rest of the world could have exploded, for all they knew. To see the man so many had been loyal to since he had come to the throne, alive, in front of them, was a relief beyond imagining; none of them would have been surprised to see the Imperial head, separate from its body. By the time the noise had died down, Gideon Ironclad had been provided with a makeshift wooden platform, around which his men were fanned. And none could forget that around these guards stood Crandall's sailors; their captain had decided to bring the Emperor to White Peak, but they did not intend to lose him. Vida still wanted to see him. "My loyal sub -" he started, looking nervously out at the crowd. He looked like the perfect leader, to most of the soldiers, but those nearest him could see that the ocean voyage had taken its toll. "Ahem. My loyal subjects! You all know of this bloody revolution against our hard-won Empire, and against myself. I have been forced to leave Imperius, and then Blackstone, and now Pralgrad itself -" At this, an angry murmur ran through the crowd -"by none other than Jehan Sol, curse his fathers, and Dorian Kylen, that treacherous scum!" The murmur increased in volume. "But now we... now... um... what's next?" whispered Gideon Ironclad. "Will take -" the guard prompted "Right, thank you. Now we will take back the lands these rebels have stolen from us," he continued, "and we will see this chaos beaten down, and we will have a new age of peace!" Gideon Ironclad continued like that for a few minutes, occasionally prompted by the guards beside him. His nervousness dissapated as he saw the righteous fervor growing in his soldiers' eyes; these men were ready to fight, to kill, to do anything their emperor commanded. They were a large, well-trained force; White Peak had been virtually passed over during the war, but the army had not been idle. They had trained hard, every day, and this rich bit of land off the coast of the main continent of Pralgrad had contributed everything they could spare to prepare for the coming conflict. And they were rich; they did not have the mines of Sol, but they were entirely self-sufficient, and their surplus had been growing in huge leaps every year. By the time the Emperor's speech was over, the soldiers were chanting, almost as loudly as their original cheer, "Ironclad! Ironclad! Ironclad!" The Emperor looked out over his army, and smiled. He had not dared to dream of this, not since his close escape from Blackstone; yet here it was, larger than life, a chance to get back to his old life, but without the council. Without the council! How could he possibly be more lucky? As he raised his hand in a sort of victorious farewell, the chanting swelled to an almost deafening roar. These soldiers were ready. The SAFT transports, which had sailed innocently past the Solarans, were being tied to docks all over the island. Imperial soldiers were packing themselves into the ships, payed for by White Peak gold, just as Gideon Ironclad and his guards, flanked by Crandall's sailors, reboarded their ship and set out for the SAFT headquarters, far to the south. White Peak had mobolized, and, in Gideon Ironclad's mind, no force could stand in their way. "That was quite a good speech. Thank you." "You are welcome, my liege. It was your own doing, though; the speech was mediocre." The guard who had written the speech tried to maintain his humility, but he was even more flushed with excitement than the others. He had seen the effect his words had on the soldiers, and he had never been so proud in his life. "Well, yes," said the Emperor, having no such qualms about humility. "But still, next time I have to speak to a crowd, I want you to write my speech." "I would be honored, my liege." "Yes. Thank you. Could you hand me that? Yes, there. I think the army in Aizo could use the truth, for once... tell Crandall I have a message to send." ***** Later that night and early the next day, the Solaran blockade received a message from the captain of their flagship that a mutiny was brewing, and help was needed at once. The willingness of the SAFT captains to go to this one ship, out in the middle of the sea, may or may not have had something to do with the White Peak gold. The SAFT transports slipped past quietly while the Solaran fleet was distracted, and by the time they learned that it was a false alarm, the transports were safely past. OOC: I'm not making Gideon Ironclad into a god-character, and I apologize if it seems like that. The White Peak army is very good, but remember, anything would seem good to a crownless king. It's not insubstancial, though. [ Friday, January 02, 2004 15:10: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 2 2004 08:58
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Stughalf: I find the Hindu religion very interesting, and it is one of the religions that has contributed to my own personal beliefs. I think that what you said in your last paragraph is a major point in this whole discussion of the purpose of life, at least to a Christian like myself. I assume you all know the story of the tree of knowledge, and how Man learned about right and wrong. What I get from this, or maybe just from my own experiences, is that knowledge is a curse. I have gained a lot of knowledge in the past few years, and I have also noticed a dulling of emotions in direct relation to the increase of knowledge. Basically, I find it very hard to get exicted about anything anymore, and also harder to go the other way. You have no idea how much I want to get those extreme emotions back, the simple, mindless joy of a sunrise, the pleasure of a very good dinner, even the exited anticipation that children experience on Christmas Eve. If deeper sadness and harsher anger are the cost of getting this back, then so be it. I believe that Heaven is perfectiong, the most extreme bliss possible, for eternity. I seem to be drifting further from the state of mindless joy and closer and closer to what you describe, completely dulled emotions, and I really cannot understand why anyone would want to achieve that status. But I suppose that if one did want to achieve that status, knowledge would be the best path. I just hope I can find a better path, before it's too late. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 2 2004 08:31
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quote:Motrax is not a stripper!!! Alorael is a middle-aged male pedophile living in Alaska, as far as I know, but sniping walruses must get boring after a while... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 2 2004 08:27
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Camino would be unaffected, but, unfortunately, I'm not using Camino. Does anyone know enough about it to help me figure out what's wrong? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 2 2004 08:24
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Clocks ticking. I'm just not a very musical person, I guess. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 1 2004 15:04
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That's what I was going to say... Um, Reality Corp., if we don't click that, how do we know what it is? Also, Imby, thanks for locking those two art topics in such a skillful way. I would've done that, but I... uh... lost my mod powers... and now I can't find them... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 1 2004 14:22
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Gideon Ironclad, now standing behind a human wall of SAFT sailors and Imperial soldiers, thought frantically. If he went with Linda, he stood a good chance of being killed. Maybe the Populists would take him, maybe they wouldn't. He understood that they needed a figurehead, and that he could not sink any lower, anyway. He still had Ironclad loyalists spread throughout the continent, and a concentration of them in the south, and on the island to the north. With the Populists, he could gain enough power to reunite with his loyal subjects, and then restore himself to the throne; the Populists might have control, but he had to admit, they would be better than his council. On the other hand, his people would probably not appreciate his alliance with these rebelling peasants. Vida now had reason to hate the Solarans, as many of her customers had been killed in Sol's Populist purge, and many towns and docks burned and destroyed. As rumor had it, he was told, Kylen would outlaw the SAFT if he became Emperor; even Vida had to admit that the pirate accusations were not entirely unbased. The SAFT would not support any Emperor, not without money; but prices could be changed, loans could be lent, and, more importantly, soldiers could be transported. Gideon Ironclad did not ignore the all-too-real threat of captivity in a SAFT dungeon, but, in war, risks must be taken. Warily watching the struggle in the darkness, Gideon Ironclad stepped forward. "I will go with the SAFT." "Fool," hissed Linda, turning from the dock. "Wait," said Gideon Ironclad, in the most commanding voice he had ever managed. Surprised, Linda turned back. "What?" "That does not make us enemies," said the Emperor. "It does not even separate us, neccesarily. I do not pretend to know everything that is going on in my empire, but I do know this: much could be gained by an alliiance of my loyalists, your rebels, and these sailors. Just remember, gold excuses anything. I will not forget this, any of it; I will talk to Vida." Linda shook her head slightly and turned around again. "Good luck," Gideon Ironclad said. He turned and began walking back to the ship, his guards behind him. By the time they were back on deck, they were at a dead run. The sailors from the dock came up with them, and the ship began to move immediately. "You did the right thing, sir," said Crandall, beside him. "Vida does not mean to harm you, trust me. And if these Populists can help you, well, so much the better. It is the middle of the night, sir. You should get some sleep." "Not yet, archer. First, you have a bit of explaining to do," replied the Emperor. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 1 2004 13:52
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MSW, WTH. Macs suck because you don't understand how to use them? Um. Maybe I was dropped on my head as a child, but for some reason, I can't figure out why that would be a problem with Macs, and not a problem with you. You can say that they're no easier to use, I'll accept that, but saying that they're so hard you can't even figure out how to use one? I've lost my fanatical edge with Macs, thankfully, but seriously, people... And about games: yeah, you guessed it: WTH? You have given us good evidence that you know nothing about Macs, nothing whatsoever. [ Thursday, January 01, 2004 13:54: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |