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Warrior
Member # 2000
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 00:37
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I think :P counts as a syllable there Alex. Besides, A Nephil could haul a Slith's ass. (Cooooooome On Flame War) -------------------- Since Imban Likes to Edit my Posts ... ... And Drakey likes to edit your signature. Stop it, Ed. Posts: 141 | Registered: Wednesday, October 2 2002 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
Member # 2984
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 00:58
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How about Terry Pratchett's 'Old English' And ye mightye partye didde emerge fromme the front gate of the greatte Fortte Emergence, and it was goodde. They behelde the beauteous skye and the fair sunne, and wandered downne to explore more offe the lande, forre they didde spye a greatte citye in the distance. They werre thenne ambushed by a hoste of strange creatures the likes offe which theye had nevere seenne before! Slimye globbes of mucke and jellye, that were brightelye coloured! But the aliene fyendes were quickelye dispatchéd, and the mightye heroes wandered on downne the hille. ;) [ Wednesday, June 25, 2003 00:58: Message edited by: Arancaytar ] -------------------- "And all should cry, Beware, Beware! His Flashing eyes, his Floating hair!" S. T. Coleridge --- "It is as if everyone had lost their sense Consigned themselves to downfall and decadence And a wisp it is they have chosen as their beacon." Reinhard Mey. --- Quote of the Week: "I have a high opinion of myself, which makes up for my total lack of intelligence." Anon. Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Agent
Member # 1169
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 03:17
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Or Victor Hugo and his pointless rambling. In the city of Fort E-----, six adventurers were held, as it was in Homer's epic tale of Ulysses and his men; one might say that the foremost of these adventurers, a Ulysses in himself, had such a countenance, and had he fought at Waterloo, where great Napoleon fell, calling to his steward, "Fetch me a horse," but the steward had gone, and great Napoleon's life ebbed there on the battlefield...now, in the days of Napoleon, where men spoke argot, that hideous tongue of the sewers, which has been solely responsible for the decline of Parisian society, through its despicable base crudeness, as we see in the case of Patron-Minette, who can be seen as parallels to four of the unwelcome suitors in Homer's epic... EDIT: Oh, and a haiku: Big powerful sliths Whoop the puny Nephilim-- Ha! Who's laughing now? [ Wednesday, June 25, 2003 03:20: Message edited by: Mangophobia ] -------------------- "Man hands down misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself."--Philip Larkin, "This Be the Verse" Fear the wrath of the Grammar Wench, lest ye be cut down by the Glistening Scythe. Posts: 1150 | Registered: Friday, May 17 2002 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
Member # 3026
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 03:30
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Oscar Wilde: (Miss Redmark sits on her throne, accompanied by four Doomguards. ENTER Jenneke, Thissa, Frrrrrrr, Adrianna, Feodoric, and Michael.) Jenneke: Hullo, is Miss Redmark in? Ah, there you are, Erika. Miss Redmark: A man or woman who calls a lady by her first name when not fully acquainted has no right to be in the presence of said lady, let alone to live. Jenneke: I am very sorry, Miss Redmark. Miss Redmark: Apologies suit you worse than that plate mail you are wearing. What is that funny cat thing you are with? Adrianna: That is our trusted compatriot, Frrrr, Miss Redmark. Miss Redmark: Felines do not agree with me. Michael: Do you mean that you are allergic to them, ma'am? Miss Redmark: No, I mean that they are cold, unconscientious little things who would not humour an old lady. Doomguard 1: More tea, modom? Miss Redmark: Yes, I think so, Huxley. Pour some for these strange people as well. I must have time to examine them more fully. Tell me, you there, are you a girl or a boy? Jenneke: Well, I do not know, to tell you the truth. Miss Redmark: A man/woman must know his/her gender if he wishes to know him/herself. How do you ever know how to hold a salad fork? -------------------- And this was very odd because It was the middle of the night - Lewis Carrol well well well aren't we resilient Oh the fun Most generalizations are, unfortunately, true. Posts: 212 | Registered: Sunday, May 25 2003 07:00 |
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Warrior
Member # 3124
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 04:46
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Tom Clancy: The portal was a Cyberport model 312H. Not many had been made as the primary source of fuel was only found in the former Soviet Union. Ryan knew the ex-KGB agent had infiltrated through the portal. Ryan gripped his Flame Branded Sword made in Yugoslavia. It was the preferred weapon among most anti-terror teams. His mind went back to Tor. "That clown knows something," he thought to himself. He would have to go back and question this man a bit more. Ryan went back to the general store. He tried to speak to Tor. Damn!! The question he needed was not on the pop-up! He slapped Tor and tried again. Still the choices were too slim. He left and tried an older approach upon his return. He tried talking to Tor once again. Tor was not amused by the one word questions and said "I don't know what you mean." to every question posed. Ok, enough... :) -------------------- The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'. Larry Hardiman Posts: 110 | Registered: Thursday, June 19 2003 07:00 |
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Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 07:18
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Arancaytar, you left out the capitalizations!... And ye mightye Partye didde Emerge fromme the Front Gate of the greatte Fortte Emergence, and it was Goodde. They behelde the beauteous Skye and the fair Sunne, and wandered downne to Explore more offe the Lande, forre they didde spye a greatte Citye in the distance. They werre thenne Ambushed by a hoste of Strange Creatures the likes offe which theye had nevere seenne before! Slimye Globbes of Mucke and Jellye, that were Brightelye Coloured! But the Aliene Fyendes were quickelye dispatchéd, and the Mightye Heroes wandered on downne the Hille. jeez... -------------------- 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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Agent
Member # 1169
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 07:37
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On that note, Emily Dickinson style-- Because I could not stop for Avernum It kindly Stopped for Me-- The Portal held but just Myself And my other Adventurers Three. Since then, 'tis Centuries--and yet-- It seems but Yesterday I first surmised the Portal's Glow Was towards Eternity-- -------------------- "Man hands down misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself."--Philip Larkin, "This Be the Verse" Fear the wrath of the Grammar Wench, lest ye be cut down by the Glistening Scythe. Posts: 1150 | Registered: Friday, May 17 2002 07:00 |
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Warrior
Member # 734
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 17:44
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Working on a concept I keep getting stuck but sounds like too much fun not to mention. Piers Anthony, Xanth and of course Com Pewter!!! Maybe something with the Magician Humphrey, the demon Xnth, etc. -------------------- Instant Human-Just add liberal doses of Coffee. Posts: 87 | Registered: Sunday, March 10 2002 08:00 |
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Shock Trooper
Member # 431
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 18:07
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The Beatles style! She was standing next to me in the line for the portal She was a really nice girl So I asked her name (yeah, yeah) But then I was thrown into the portal And the girl yelled "see you down there!" And I never knew her name No I never knew her name And I felt the pain of going down Chorus: La la la la la I was now down in Exile La la la la la The bar's ale was really brown La la la la la There were cats and lizards talking to me But I knew I wasn't on LSD I talked to a guy named Tor And he gave me some supplies So I asked for the nearest bar Where I could have some quality wine But he replied "I don't know what you're talking about" Chorus: La la la la la I was now down in Exile La la la la la The bar's ale was really brown La la la la la There were cats and lizards talking to me But I knew I wasn't on LSD OK, OK... I couldn't finnish it. Pretty lame though, huh? :P -------------------- GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY TOMATO! Posts: 367 | Registered: Sunday, December 23 2001 08:00 |
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Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Member # 919
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written Wednesday, June 25 2003 18:10
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Well, yeah, you've redefined the word... :P nice try though, much better than mine... -------------------- 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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