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Warrior
Member # 7223
Profile Homepage #25
So I have to employ over thirty words in order to get recognition? :P

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Polaris

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
- H.P. Lovecraft
Posts: 164 | Registered: Wednesday, June 14 2006 07:00
Shaper
Member # 73
Profile #26
I have some of my music at http://www.myspace.com/zeeqon5 . I took down all my non-musical audial art for now. It also has a short story I wrote (the latest blog entry), a poem I wrote (an earlier blog entry, clearly marked as containing a poem) and several visual art things I made in my Pics section (along with some other people's art, and photographs of course).

I like a lot of the stuff in this thread, but I particularly like Nikki's first poem and Kelandon's sonnet. Riibu is also good at evoking emotion through her writing, regardless of how lame the actual subject matter is. Hopefully this thread will last longer than the previous art threads.

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My Myspace, with some of my audial and visual art
The Lyceum - The Headquarters of the Blades designing community
The Louvre - The Blades of Avernum graphics database
Alexandria - The Blades of Exile Scenario database
BoE Webring - Self explanatory
Polaris - Free porn here
Odd Todd - Fun for the unemployed (and everyone else too)
They Might Be Giants - Four websites for one of the greatest bands in existance
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Posts: 2957 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00
Lifecrafter
Member # 6388
Profile #27
quote:
Originally written by Elijah:

So I have to employ over thirty words in order to get recognition? :P
I had nothing to say about what you wrote. Consider that the highest praise. :P
Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00
Cartographer
Member # 1851
Profile Homepage #28
Does that apply to my writings as well? I want praise too! :\ Except with actual words.

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"I'm not crazy!"
"Well, whatever. Maybe you just ate something really questionable, or perhaps someone hit you on the head with something large, blunt and heavy just now. By the way..." Gil nudged Grul pointedly.

Ooh! Homepage - Blog - Geneforge, +2, +3 - My Elfwood Gallery and DevArt page
So many strange ones around. Don't you think?
Posts: 1308 | Registered: Sunday, September 8 2002 07:00
Law Bringer
Member # 2984
Profile Homepage #29
Alec, like TM and Djur, follows the "if you have nothing bad to say, don't say anything" rationale. There's a reason the Desperance Scenario Reviews rank their subjects on a negative scale - 0 is the best.

So yes, if your writing is good (which yours is), silence is the best you can hope for.

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My BlogPolarisI eat novels for breakfast.
Polaris is dead, long live Polaris.
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.
Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00
Cartographer
Member # 1851
Profile Homepage #30
Unfortunately I have to fill the silence with my own opinions, and I'm excessively cruel to myself. That's okay, though, I'll live...

Now go read this.

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"I'm not crazy!"
"Well, whatever. Maybe you just ate something really questionable, or perhaps someone hit you on the head with something large, blunt and heavy just now. By the way..." Gil nudged Grul pointedly.

Ooh! Homepage - Blog - Geneforge, +2, +3 - My Elfwood Gallery and DevArt page
So many strange ones around. Don't you think?
Posts: 1308 | Registered: Sunday, September 8 2002 07:00
Law Bringer
Member # 6785
Profile #31
I read your first two chapters, Riibu. You are right that the second is better, but that's mostly because you are spending most of the first establishing a world. The Robert Jordan type beginning could be dropped and a little more action in the beginning could help. You might try reading a decent book on script writing since some of them explain how to give information from dialog and setting description so you can avoid exposition.
Posts: 4643 | Registered: Friday, February 10 2006 08:00
Electric Sheep One
Member # 3431
Profile #32
There is nothing wrong with rhyme or meter. For the writer they enforce some discipline and make a challenging puzzle. For the reader, they're just cool. And the first and only necessary duty of poetry is to sound cool.

Of course, poems that scan awkwardly and are full of dearly bought rhymes are bad. The problem is not the form, but the badness. Poems that are scarcely parsable, but fit some strict form, are also bad as art. As an alternative to Sudoku for the writer, they're fine, and probably instructive. One way to get better at writing poetry is to practice fumbling through the language.

Neither is sounding like anything else particularly a problem. Plenty of great poets, with famously distinctive voices, have some poems that sound a bit like other people. Another good Milton sonnet would be great, no matter who wrote it. And a lot of the worst poetry I've ever read could claim novelty.

So I would be pleased as punch to have written a poem that sounded like Eliot with a head injury. To me that would be cool. But I'm fairly familiar with Eliot (except for his unpublished pornographic epic, which I've never seen) and I really don't see the connection. Care to cite any bits of Eliot that you think my poem sounds like, Alec?

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We're not doing cool. We're doing pretty.
Posts: 3335 | Registered: Thursday, September 4 2003 07:00
Electric Sheep One
Member # 3431
Profile #33
quote:
Originally written by The Worst Man Ever:

quote:
Originally written by Elijah:

So I have to employ over thirty words in order to get recognition? :P
I had nothing to say about what you wrote. Consider that the highest praise. :P

Yeah, on this I actually agree with Alec. Saying that Elijah's piece was my favorite was a bit faint; to me this one is in a different league from all the rest of our stuff here.

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We're not doing cool. We're doing pretty.
Posts: 3335 | Registered: Thursday, September 4 2003 07:00
E Equals MC What!!!!
Member # 5491
Profile Homepage #34
quote:
Originally written by Zeviz:

Why do you think that Alec read
Everything posted on this thread?
This kind of "critical response"
Is very easy to pronounce.
Just use scripted auto-reply
"This stupid thread deserves to die."

Anyway, this reaches thread's goal,
Increasing our posting toll.
Since heated arguments are blood
Of posted messages great flood.

As for the poems on this thread,
I am not in mood to have read
The ones that talk of sadness, pain,
Or of love's sudden loss or gain.

To Infernal I'd say oookay...
That was quite weird, anyway...
Salmon's amusing little joke
Reminds me of things from elementary school, inserting which would break the flow.

Aran's piece also strangeness-filled
Seems full of anguish unconcealed.
And Khoth, your great poetic wit,
Should on great monuments be writ.

I think this is long enough post.
Enough time on it had been lost.
If you don't like it, that's too bad
It will not make me really sad.
I'm just amused by random rhymes,
And like this silliness sometimes.
:)

This is awesome. :)

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SupaNik: Aran, you're not big enough to threaten Ash. Dammit, even JV had to think twice.
Posts: 1861 | Registered: Friday, February 11 2005 08:00
Shaper
Member # 3442
Profile Homepage #35
More poetry, since you all love it so much... :P

It has dreams above its station
Whores hide behind its blinds.
I pity all that live here,
Like they pity Im around.

Far across the marshes, well,
The swamps they call the streets,
We walk a little, you take a leak
Then we slope behind the gym.

In the shadow of the hall
I stop and seize your arm.
Were going to defile this sacred place,
Well blaspheme against the stone.

A cigarette or two later,
As were walking through the dark
You give me your phone number
And invite me to your room.


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And when you want to Live
How do you start?
Where do you go?
Who do you need to know?


*Name by Slarty, so blame him if it's filthy...
Posts: 2864 | Registered: Monday, September 8 2003 07:00
Lifecrafter
Member # 6388
Profile #36
quote:
Originally written by Guy Fawkes xx:

More poetry, since you all love it so much... :P

It has dreams above its station
Whores hide behind its blinds.
I pity all that live here,
Like they pity Im around.

Far across the marshes, well,
The swamps they call the streets,
We walk a little, you take a leak
Then we slope behind the gym.

In the shadow of the hall
I stop and seize your arm.
Were going to defile this sacred place,
Well blaspheme against the stone.

A cigarette or two later,
As were walking through the dark
You give me your phone number
And invite me to your room.

IMAGE(http://www.themoderatevoice.com/files/joe-oreillymad.jpg)

[ Wednesday, September 20, 2006 10:02: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ]
Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00
Guardian
Member # 6670
Profile Homepage #37
A day late, but here it is:

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#!/usr/bin/perl

$DeadMans{Chest}+=(15*$Man);
$YoHoHo and $a, $bottle->{rum};
$Drink and $the_Devil; $had_done for ($the_rest);
$YoHoHo and $a, $bottle->{rum};

# Really, you people are so boring
# writing poems in a natural language.
Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00
Apprentice
Member # 3428
Profile Homepage #38
Showing a Sample.

Oekaki [100% Mouse, I hate mouse]
IMAGE(http://ezrah.port5.com/dump/Personal_Space.png)
IMAGE(http://ezrah.port5.com/dump/Revolutionaries.png)

Charcoal Pencil
IMAGE(http://ezrah.port5.com/dump/Horror.jpg)

Pencil and Ink
IMAGE(http://ezrah.port5.com/dump/MoA__Karotanta.jpg)
IMAGE(http://ezrah.port5.com/dump/MoA__Raseriate.jpg)
IMAGE(http://ezrah.port5.com/dump/Fear.jpg)

Spriting [A Partial, uncolored one.]
IMAGE(http://www.furnation.com/littleheaven/KarWSE.gif)

Two or Three Paragraphs from a story I've been writing.
quote:

Rezera turned aside pulling his legs up into the bus stall, laying his temple against the headrest as he peered out the window at the passing scenery. The boy, for lack of a better term, had the look of a man, albeit a young one, and definitely the age of one; but something in him didn't agree, he was fragile, slightly unpredictable, and at times it showed. Thoughts floated freely through his head as the hills rolled past behind pane of the bus' window; thoughts about class, thoughts about writing and artwork he'd all but abandoned, sometimes days ago sometimes weeks. Again, thoughts of the disappointment he'd felt lately, and of the guilt he felt toward some of the people he was closer too, or at least wanted to be closer too. Although he was only a few days into his next semester of classes; the ride was already routine, it had been since the day he set foot back on the bus. He'd simply been here, and done this before.

He pulled a pair of bud earphones from a packet on the hiker's pack he usually carried; crammed with his usual variety of "equipment" a sketchbook or two, a book on physics of math, useless to him but necessary to slip of paper he'd been pursuing, a few CDs and a portable player, notebooks of paper filled with notes, pertaining to many things, most of the unrelated to classes or school, and often times filled with doodles or other such nonsense. Cracking his neck gently, he slipped the buds into his ears, stringing them down from the black furred cones to follow that cord further to its end in the prong of an audio jack. The boy turned in his seat, pulling his legs up again as his back slid across the material of the seats coming to rest against the metal of the wall; his head tilted back, eyes momentarily locking on the florescent lights mounted in the ceiling, which were all that more apparent as the dusk began to claim the scenery at the peripheries of vision. His eyes closed, quietly sampling the noise of tires on pavement, and the hum of the engine for a few moments before his fingers slid to the little black arrow emblazoned on the player the buds had been plugged into, a mix list of tracks from his music collection at home clicking into perception. Most of it bitter-sweet melodies, with matching lyrics, interspersed with moments of upbeat enthusiasm, all of them displaced by a press of the finger and the entry of the following track before a song that bit a little deeper made its way to his ears.

is eyes fluttered open, the way they were accustomed to doing, he often looked to be sleeping on the long ride home most nights; but most of the time he watched people, usually from behind a half-lidded gaze. An unfamiliar face making him remember a familiar one, a former lover, a friend, someone he missed dearly, someone he'd upset and disappointed; though someone he'd already consciously marked as a hypocrite and a traitor, however as was usual of him, words and thoughts didn't sync up perfectly, and his heart didn't follow along with his head. The only thing he could bring himself to do was let a sigh pass his lips and dismiss it, that was already long since over; and it really made no sense to dwell on it, and thus put himself back to the lyrics. He was actually muttering along to them now, "singing" as loud as he could without being heard, he wasn't really interested in doing a good job of it, or even vocalizing, the words mainly crossed his lips to divide his attention; "Here I go... Scream my lungs out, and try to get to you... you are my only, my only one... I let go, there's just no one, that gets me like you do... you are my only, my only one..." The repetition itself is probably what made him see the error in his judgment; the words, now spoken, cut deeper than before. He took for himself another quiet sign and breath before shifting again in his seat, pulling his legs up against the back of the chair in front of him, turning his head to stare out into the dimming dusk; repeating to himself, "that... was mighty foolish..."

Rest of the story... so far...

I've also been known to do ****ty poetry and write lyrics from time to time.

[ Friday, September 22, 2006 21:10: Message edited by: Ezrah, Kitty of Wonder. ]

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HIHI!!!! *hugs indescriminantly* take that, FEEL THE LOVE!!!!
Posts: 47 | Registered: Wednesday, September 3 2003 07:00
Warrior
Member # 7223
Profile Homepage #39
Pirate entertainment ahoy!

Now I will give you a report.

Pirates Vs. Ninjas: Who would win in a fight to the death betweeen a squad of ninjas, and a squad of pirates?

Team Ninja:

Members (Note that these are names assigned by the Ninja Badass/Stupid Name Commitee)-
Shade- Team leader. Expert in poisons.
Stryker- Second-in-command. Expert in throwing weapons.
Reaper- Expert in stealth and speed.
Grim- Expert in hand-to-hand combat.

Weapons-
Shade- Ten throwing stars. 5 kunai. Ten poison darts w/blowgun (poison is lethal after five minutes. Must hit bloodstream.).
Stryker- Twenty kunai. Thirty throwing stars. Two windmill shuriken (big throwing stars).
Reaper- Ten smoke bombs. Ten throwing stars. Twenty kunai.
Grim- Spiked gauntlets. Ten throwing stars. Five kunai.

Dress-
They all wear the standerd black ninja outfit.

Strategy-
They prefer Reaper closing in on the enemy, using a smoke bomb, pelting the cloud with ranged weapons, then charging in and finishing whoever's left.

Team Pirate:

Members-
Captain Blackbeard- Team leader. Expert with flintlock weapons.
Captain Davy Jones- Second-in-command. Expert with cutlass.
Captain Ahab- Expert with harpoons.
Captain Arrr- Expert with belaying pin.

Weapons-
Captain Blackbeard- Four flintlock pistols w/two reloads for each pistol. One flintlock rifle w/two reloads. Cutlass and belaying pin.
Captain Davy Jones- Twin cutlass. Two flintlock pistols w/two reloads each. Belaying pin.
Captain Ahab- Five harpoons. Two flintlock pistols w/two reloads each. Belaying pin and cutlass.
Captain Arrr- Two belaying pins. Cutlass. Two flintlock pistols w/two reloads each.

Dress-
Mostly standerd pirate uniform-black hat with skull and crossbones, peg leg (does not affect movement), and red uniform.
Blackbeard, however, sets his beard on fire.

Strategy-
Fire off as many shots as they can before enemy closes. Then, Arrr and Jones rush enemy while Blackbeard and Ahab provide cover.

Battle:
To be continues...

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Polaris

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
- H.P. Lovecraft
Posts: 164 | Registered: Wednesday, June 14 2006 07:00
Lifecrafter
Member # 6388
Profile #40
quote:
Originally written by Elijah:

Pirates Vs. Ninjas: Who would win in a fight to the death betweeen a squad of ninjas, and a squad of pirates?
IMAGE(http://www.themoderatevoice.com/files/joe-oreillymad.jpg)
Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00
Warrior
Member # 6846
Profile #41
Here's a sonnet I wrote a while ago. As you can see, without many topics in mind, it became rather self referential:

Explain the importance of rhyming verse,
Iambs or trochees with which to conform.
Are sonnets such that you mean to coerce
My tortured spirit to compose the norm?
Is lexical choice so paramount that
The writer is a slave to convention,
Producing poetry as drab and flat,
As to be beyond all comprehension?
What turn is this? Alas, I am betrayed!
My traitorous words are arranged in rhyme,
And all that I claim in this mad tirade,
Is hypocrisy and a waste of time.
I must end before I further digress,
With a tiresome rhyming couplet, no less.

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"Build a man a fire, and he´ll be warm for a day; set a man on fire, and he´ll be warm for the rest of his life."
Posts: 65 | Registered: Thursday, March 2 2006 08:00
Warrior
Member # 4537
Profile Homepage #42
Visual art is pretty much the only kind I've done for years, and I don't have much of it that's both uploaded and current right now, but I'll link what I'm working on. This post will probably be edited with new links when stuff is complete. Generally, completed stuff goes in my deviantART account and incomplete stuff goes on Photobucket, which is quicker to upload to.

Link 1!
It's Aeris! From VG Cats! And it's almost done!

Link 2!
And this is Soma Cruz and the Chronomage! Soma's in his Aria of Sorrow outfit here. I'm told there are some big problems with the perspective, though, so it probably needs some major revisions.

And as for everyone else's stuff...I'll get to it! Although I have no idea what to say about poetry.

[ Sunday, September 24, 2006 12:53: Message edited by: Whyte Shadow ]
Posts: 147 | Registered: Sunday, June 13 2004 07:00
Lifecrafter
Member # 6388
Profile #43
きょう、おれは
シボレーがいる --
あきのチン。


[ Sunday, September 24, 2006 20:35: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ]
Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00
Lifecrafter
Member # 6700
Profile Homepage #44
How about music?

This is the First Draft.
Not sure what I'm calling it yet.

I wrote this one based on the surface in Exile 3.

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The Silent Assassin believes himself to be an artist.
Or at least, that was the response he gave when questioned about the disappearance of our neighbor's propane grill.

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-Lenar Labs
What's Your Destiny?

Ushmushmeifa: Lenar's power is almighty and ineffable.

All hail lord Noric, god of... well, something important, I'm sure.
Posts: 735 | Registered: Monday, January 16 2006 08:00
Law Bringer
Member # 4153
Profile Homepage #45
Hm... since this thread seems to have persisted quite nicely (read: I finally discovered it, and need to read everything again before commenting), I'll contribute.

I've got two bits of writing here. The first is a story that I'm rather proud of, and I might go ahead and upload another that I had to write for the same class (come to think of it, I've got like two or three more).

The second one... well, it was also for that class, but it was an odd assignment. In the end, it turned out like a piece of Spidweb fanfanfic, back before Aran became a mod (shocking that such a time ever existed).

Bash away. :D

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Gamble with Gaea, and she eats your dice.

I hate undead. I really, really, really, really hate undead. With a passion.
Posts: 4130 | Registered: Friday, March 26 2004 08:00
Shaper
Member # 6292
Profile #46
Eh, I'll drop my inane xmas Ode to A4 offering from last season. At least it's on topic. My favorite poetry is quite silly. Shel Silverstein, I bow before thee.

-S-

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN EXILE (Mommy, what’s “night?”)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the green-glowing, fungus-infested house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse (a giant-sized, irritated, pustulent one at that);
Empty scabbards were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Radiant Blades soon would be there;

Four adventurers were nestled all snug in their Geyser Inn beds,
While visions of Action Point-granting body-armor danced in their heads;
And my priest in her Magi Robe, and I in my Thought Cap,
Had just settled down for a brief Adventurer's power-nap,

When out on the stalagmites (or is it stalactites—I can never remember which) there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the (compressed mushroom meal) bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the (carbonized mushroom meal) window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the (mayor’s) sash. (Eww, gross!)

The green mushroom moonlight on the breast of the new-fallen foe (He really shouldn’t have insulted my Clover Boots like that)
Gave the lustre of mid-night to the bat droppings below,
When, what to my (slightly bloodshot from too much mushroom ale) eyes should appear,
But an oversized Geneforge boat, and eight giant domesticated lizards (full of mushroom-meal beer),

With a little old driver, so demented and sick,
I knew in a moment it must be Dead Patrick.
More rapid than Frenzied Chitrachs his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Crusher! now, Duncer! now, Lancer and Pigpen!
On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blunder and Blitzed-Again!
To the top of the elevationless cave! to the top of the secretless wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves (leaves, what are those?) that before dragon breath fly,
When they meet with an obstacle (like my Jade Halberd), mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the lizards they flew (I guess they’re drakes),
With the Geneforged boat full of Diamond Spray wands, and Dead Patrick too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the garbage pile
My mates lancing and skewering each pesky reptile.
As I drew my (12-33) Oozing Blade in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Dead Patrick came like a frog, er—hellhound.

He was dressed all in Poor Fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with mushroom-hued soot;
A bundle of potions he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Slightly Expensive™ peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they squinted! his dimples how muddy!
His cheeks were like Graymold, his nose a bit ruddy (more mushroom ale)
His droll little mouth was drawn up like an Ebony Bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as bat guano;

The stump of a mushroom he held tight in both teeth,
And the smoke encircled his head like an Icy Rain wreath;
He had a broadsword smile and a little round belly (rare ‘round here),
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of Gaseous Goo jelly.

He was listless and pale, a right sorry old Avernite,
And I laughed when I saw him, this wraith in the night;
The sink of his eye and the list of his head,
Soon gave me to know soon again he’d be dead;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
And filled all the stockings with a Knowledge Brew flask,
And laying his finger full into his nose,
And giving a flick, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his Geneforge boat, to his team gave a whistle,
But they no longer harkened, as we’d carved them to gristle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he stumbled out of sight,
"Curse you Adventurers, and to all a good blight."

[ Monday, September 25, 2006 23:06: Message edited by: Synergy ]

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A4 Item Locations A4 Singleton G4 Items List G4 Forging List The Insidious Infiltrator
Posts: 2009 | Registered: Monday, September 12 2005 07:00
Shaper
Member # 7472
Profile Homepage #47
Nice work, Synergy! Do you suppose they sing that around a giant christmas fungus in Formello?

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I tried to think of something witty to put here.

Needless to say, I failed.
Posts: 2686 | Registered: Friday, September 8 2006 07:00
Guardian
Member # 6670
Profile Homepage #48
I'd submit that to JV, Syn. It deserves a place next to the Ode to Avernum.

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But the true test of the body,
Heart, spirit and mind,
Did not come from courage,
Nor slaying my own kind.
No, the thing I will remember,
When I'm dead and all moldy,
Is that I met the friendly spiders,
And kept my sanity!
- Ode to Avernum
Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00
Councilor
Member # 6600
Profile Homepage #49
Originally by Ephesos:

quote:
Bash away. :D
The only complaint that I have is that I've read them both before and I was hoping for something new. :P

But Dikiyoba can't complain too loudly, because Dikiyoba doesn't have anything new to contribute either. Two fanfic scripts and a drawing of a slime beast is currently the limit of Dikiyoba's artistic talent.
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