Young anachronisms failing systems poor old neurons flicker on and off! A question for the masses and the master:
His name as old as Rome and Greece,
His name as new as fine fresh fleece,
Locked away and young in age,
Always talking, never sage,
He plays poorly, evil once,
Tries to roleplay, gay boner cunts.
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
I will do my best to speak with the wisdom I have whispered into many a Pendragon ear in times past.
At this point in time, I see little reason to set our mightiest weapons to bear on a mere irritant while what could be an agitator at worst roams free.
I find it odd myself that the kindly, food-loving monk that !Kusuguttai purports himself to be would be the one to cast the first (and, at the time, only) legitimate cannonade toward a member of our group here.
I'm also forced to wonder if he is wearing a fool's guise or truly a fool himself, for I feel that this statement of his seems like both the easiest and loudest way to proclaim "I'm not special in the least!", which he said just moments after this strange exercise began.
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
Young anachronisms failing systems poor old neurons flicker on and off! A question for the masses and the master:
His name as old as Rome and Greece,
His name as new as fine fresh fleece,
Locked away and young in age,
Always talking, never sage,
He plays poorly, evil once,
Tries to roleplay, gay boner cunts.
The jester's rhymes begin to irk,
One's patience these games begin to work,
Trickster, trickster, go away,
I bid ye return another day,
For life and limb lay on the line,
And we have no time to waste with whine.
I'm also forced to wonder if he is wearing a fool's guise or truly a fool himself, for I feel that this statement of his seems like both the easiest and loudest way to proclaim "I'm not special in the least!", which he said just moments after this strange exercise began.
You know, I had wondered but didn't want to make any baseless accusations. I suppose he brought it upon himself, though, eh?
!vote Kusugattai
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"I am not young enough to know everything." - Oscar Wilde
Why the fuck do others rhyme,
People dying, there's no time,
There is just a single jester, me,
Your tries come off pathetically.
A riddle!
What is more annoying than noblepeople, farmers, warriors, and priests trying to rhyme for absolutely no reason?
An answer!
Nothing!
Apologies, dear hopeful friend. I've yet to fully earn myself a true place within these brave ranks. I know my status comes from will and determination. I hope still to prove myself in action against our dark opponents.
addendum: Know you a cobbler, for my meager slippers would do no honor out of these city streets.
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
That Charles Kinbote fellow seems to have no respect for proper learning, and would sooner steal a man's coin right out his ear then help a poor fellow out. I'm no fan of killing myself, but if we must, he's as good a one to go as any.
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My friend is working on a roguelike game you can play if you want to. (It has free demo)
Tuckerman's reasoning seems fairly convincing, where the Monkusu just seems to have begun his campaign by wildly accusing his target.
Oh gosh, I just don't know.
Mine own vote was a jest because someone said there was 2 minutes left to vote
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited May 2011
Dear fellows of the land. Long has my family held together your mentionables, even your unmentionables. Though my paunch be...stately, and my hair be...regal, I've the same notion to hold fast against the foulness that creeps upon our homes.
Yes, I had chance to imagine grand speeches whilepretending to ignore my mother's lessons on the loom, but you see the armor I wear before you. The King has given his blessing. I ask you kindly, brothers?
Who will teach me to fight?
And if you know a wizard can he do anything about my hair?
My good men, and gentle womanfolk, what would it take to get you to ride off the lot today in a brand new Centipede Damascus wagon?
Why just look at that name, centipedes, a creepy crawly bug! And Demascus, a shifty folk who won't share their secret steel recipes! And let me tell you, as a knight of good standing, you should trust me when it comes to metalurgy!!!
i dunno about you guys but where the white trout at???
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited May 2011
Though my name be only newly recognized into these noble ranks, and as the son of a merchant, dear Anthony James Gillen V{Spoit} has attempted to use his noble name for profit. We are given this rank and title in defense of our families and our peoples! Is you, or is you not, my constituency?
While I'd like to wait and see how the day proceeds, I grow anxious waiting, so I think I'll change my mind, and throw my vote into this confused democratic slurry.
Much as I would like to be rid of the jester's capering, I'll give him a chance to sharpen his tongue.
Neither the monk nor the mustachioed man strike my fancy either.
That Charles Kinbote fellow seems to have no respect for proper learning, and would sooner steal a man's coin right out his ear then help a poor fellow out. I'm no fan of killing myself, but if we must, he's as good a one to go as any.
well, charles does this sort of thing all the time
To want for logic on Day 1 is folly, and yet I find myself wishing for more.
In the meantime, watching seems the wisest action here.
One must speculate to accumulate, as my dear mother said
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
edited May 2011
Addendum to the Inactivity Rule: You must vote each day.
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Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
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Viscount Islands[INSERT SoKo HERE]...it was the summer of my lifeRegistered Userregular
edited May 2011
Sweet Alxandfreaixianoxis, humans are so noisy. I fear that with all this preening and cawing acts only as another mask for the Enemy of Truth and his servants to hide behind.
For now I wouldn't mind seeing !facetious hang.
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I want to do with you
What spring does with the cherry trees.
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Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
His name as old as Rome and Greece,
His name as new as fine fresh fleece,
Locked away and young in age,
Always talking, never sage,
He plays poorly, evil once,
Tries to roleplay, gay boner cunts.
I've seen you before, haven't I?
At this point in time, I see little reason to set our mightiest weapons to bear on a mere irritant while what could be an agitator at worst roams free.
I find it odd myself that the kindly, food-loving monk that !Kusuguttai purports himself to be would be the one to cast the first (and, at the time, only) legitimate cannonade toward a member of our group here.
I'm also forced to wonder if he is wearing a fool's guise or truly a fool himself, for I feel that this statement of his seems like both the easiest and loudest way to proclaim "I'm not special in the least!", which he said just moments after this strange exercise began.
I'd a reckon.
The jester's rhymes begin to irk,
One's patience these games begin to work,
Trickster, trickster, go away,
I bid ye return another day,
For life and limb lay on the line,
And we have no time to waste with whine.
That's it! You're that little bastard who tried to pay me with a bunch of rusty knives and then ran off into the sewer!
You know, I had wondered but didn't want to make any baseless accusations. I suppose he brought it upon himself, though, eh?
!vote Kusugattai
Steam: Chagrin LoL: Bonhomie
Amongst your men lives quite a twit.
While knitting here and darning there,
he moved about every where.
Upon me his gaze was dastardly given,
from a bastard womb he was surely driven.
Ain't nothin' little bout me. And what type of nilly-jilly don't take no quality blades.
People dying, there's no time,
There is just a single jester, me,
Your tries come off pathetically.
A riddle!
What is more annoying than noblepeople, farmers, warriors, and priests trying to rhyme for absolutely no reason?
An answer!
Nothing!
Getting closer to actual jokes now.
I've seen better blades in a damn butcher's shop.
To want for logic on Day 1 is folly, and yet I find myself wishing for more.
In the meantime, watching seems the wisest action here.
Apologies, dear hopeful friend. I've yet to fully earn myself a true place within these brave ranks. I know my status comes from will and determination. I hope still to prove myself in action against our dark opponents.
addendum: Know you a cobbler, for my meager slippers would do no honor out of these city streets.
Oi, those blades were from the butcher's shop you wanker!
You've a fire in that belly of yours. A judger's eyes escape your mug!
Tuckerman's reasoning seems fairly convincing, where the Monkusu just seems to have begun his campaign by wildly accusing his target.
Oh gosh, I just don't know.
But it's pretty bloody hard to ignore a thief right in front of my eyes now isn't it?
One sees what they want.
Bugger.
I can't really do anything about yer damn thievin ways in the past, wicked though they are.
So I'm giving you a chance here, keep yer hands clean. I'll be watchin' you.
You help us all out of this mess and I'll forget about the whole thing.
Yep, same here.
Mine own vote was a jest because someone said there was 2 minutes left to vote
Yes, I had chance to imagine grand speeches whilepretending to ignore my mother's lessons on the loom, but you see the armor I wear before you. The King has given his blessing. I ask you kindly, brothers?
Who will teach me to fight?
And if you know a wizard can he do anything about my hair?
Why just look at that name, centipedes, a creepy crawly bug! And Demascus, a shifty folk who won't share their secret steel recipes! And let me tell you, as a knight of good standing, you should trust me when it comes to metalurgy!!!
Much as I would like to be rid of the jester's capering, I'll give him a chance to sharpen his tongue.
Neither the monk nor the mustachioed man strike my fancy either.
Best to leave it to a roll of the dice, I suppose.
And the dice say that the adviser !Faynor shall suffice for now.
well, charles does this sort of thing all the time
One must speculate to accumulate, as my dear mother said
For now I wouldn't mind seeing !facetious hang.
What spring does with the cherry trees.