Wow, I just barely got home before close. I've been sitting in traffic for about an 45 minutes, and this traffic consisted of about 200 yards of freeway.
Turns out, a big rig belligerently flipped over the center divide, smashing through and blocking off all but the far right lane.
Day 3
“In the lee of the palace was a cathedral. Perhaps once it was quite grand, but the monarchy had built a monument to itself so large that it cast a shadow over the place as though it were a lavishly decorated cottage. Because the gates of the palace were locked, no guards on duty, I perforce entered the place of worship to inquire as to the disposition of the crown.
“Inside was a man, apodeictically ancient of days, in the fine raiment of the church.
"‘You have no business here, scoundrels,’ was his greeting to us, but we liked him immediately because, propseudocontraneoantidisestablishmentarianalistically, he too preferred the old version of the separation between church and the state. He looked at us suspiciously, but we belayed his fears by informing him that we came to help.
“We explained to the man that upon waking from a most peculiar dream, my companion any myself travelled here and made good time (despite reptilian impediments). We told him how, even from quite a long way away, we had seen that all was not well here. The thick billows of black smoke belching into the air from city below left a dark smudge sideways across the sky that had been visible to us even at dawn.
“’Tell me how fairs our queen?’ I enquired directly, as my compatriot inconspicuously put a golden candle stick into his valise.
“’The queen is dead, inconceivably, ’ he informed me, a quaver in his voice, ‘Anarchy is the rule of the day.’
“’Be not afraid,’ I comforted, more boldly than I felt. ‘Italically,’ offered my friend, the cat.
“We ventured out from that place and, with determination to take stock of the full extent of the predicament, began a survey of area, interviewing panicked subjects both Lilliputian and not.
“The heart of the issue, as we had already detected but quickly confirmed, was a Crocodile in need of subjugation. Mice too, the little tinkers, ubiquitously troubled the folks, but the Crocodile, with its ceaseless devouring of the citizenry, was of chief concern.
“’Where better to catch such a beast than in his lair?’ I reasoned. And so, I, along with the previously mentioned cat that I know, waited till dusk, the best time for hunting, and then made our way quixotically to the nearby bog. ‘Aphaeresis’
“Children accompanied us singing songs of our greatness as we walked, assured that we had come to save them from dire straights they were in. “’Tis a bog or swamp that is most definitely the place where a creature such as this thing will make a home,’ I explained to them, didactically.
“When we reached the spot where the creature could be found we were greeted belligerently, but Twisp rubbed his belly, which a croc quite likes. Once the brute was in a placated state, the subjects of Upp, driven by the regicide of their tiniest of monarchs, began to skewer the sleeping giant with long sharpened sticks, repeatedly; He was affected adversely. Needless to say, the creature did not survive the onslaught. The pokings continued perhaps beyond the time that they were strictly required to do in the thing, but that is perhaps understandable.
“With a last gasp, the leviathan was thought to be heard to utter a word, although it may have been a death rattle, but to most on hand to witness the event it sounded like, ‘wankers.’
“As we walked away, covered in the rank ichors of the beast and the bog, I turned to my friend and reflected. ’That want well,’ I magnanimously uttered, exhausted. ‘Swimmingly!’”
Results robothero – uneventful! - torn to shreds by the wrenches and crowbars of tiny mice visiblehowl – uneventful! – crushed ponderously by a falling elephant. Rainfall - The Crocotilian crocodile – Stabbed, poked, and skewered to death
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Tiresome!
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Pervasively!
i can't even believe this
As the little elves in The Santa Clause say, seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing!
Let's not get so carried away with Rainfall that we do not have a solid second as it has been said ties are bad for everyone.
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NAILBITER!
!Arasaki
Solid second is always a good plan.
Something-dee-something-dee-something-dee blew it.
Rainfall
Adversely
still no adverbs from NATIK, Burnage, MundaneSoul, Altair, Gumpy, robothero, FreeAgent, or Rainfall.
I will go with !Sideways.
!Arasaki
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Post 282, I beseech thee!
Nobody gets my adverbs, you wankers!
Turns out, a big rig belligerently flipped over the center divide, smashing through and blocking off all but the far right lane.
Distasteful.
!Rainfall's evil? How unsurprising.
EVERYONE
NATIK IS LIKE MY BEST MAFIA BUDDY.
THE BIGGEST MOUSE
THE HARDEST HITTER
JUST DON'T KILL ME MAN
I DIDN'T MEAN ANY OF IT
DON'T DO IT GUYS
What a disappointment.
why didn't I see this coming
I'M A FAILURE TO CROCODILES EVERYWHERE!
“In the lee of the palace was a cathedral. Perhaps once it was quite grand, but the monarchy had built a monument to itself so large that it cast a shadow over the place as though it were a lavishly decorated cottage. Because the gates of the palace were locked, no guards on duty, I perforce entered the place of worship to inquire as to the disposition of the crown.
“Inside was a man, apodeictically ancient of days, in the fine raiment of the church.
"‘You have no business here, scoundrels,’ was his greeting to us, but we liked him immediately because, propseudocontraneoantidisestablishmentarianalistically, he too preferred the old version of the separation between church and the state. He looked at us suspiciously, but we belayed his fears by informing him that we came to help.
“We explained to the man that upon waking from a most peculiar dream, my companion any myself travelled here and made good time (despite reptilian impediments). We told him how, even from quite a long way away, we had seen that all was not well here. The thick billows of black smoke belching into the air from city below left a dark smudge sideways across the sky that had been visible to us even at dawn.
“’Tell me how fairs our queen?’ I enquired directly, as my compatriot inconspicuously put a golden candle stick into his valise.
“’The queen is dead, inconceivably, ’ he informed me, a quaver in his voice, ‘Anarchy is the rule of the day.’
“’Be not afraid,’ I comforted, more boldly than I felt. ‘Italically,’ offered my friend, the cat.
“We ventured out from that place and, with determination to take stock of the full extent of the predicament, began a survey of area, interviewing panicked subjects both Lilliputian and not.
“The heart of the issue, as we had already detected but quickly confirmed, was a Crocodile in need of subjugation. Mice too, the little tinkers, ubiquitously troubled the folks, but the Crocodile, with its ceaseless devouring of the citizenry, was of chief concern.
“’Where better to catch such a beast than in his lair?’ I reasoned. And so, I, along with the previously mentioned cat that I know, waited till dusk, the best time for hunting, and then made our way quixotically to the nearby bog. ‘Aphaeresis’
“Children accompanied us singing songs of our greatness as we walked, assured that we had come to save them from dire straights they were in. “’Tis a bog or swamp that is most definitely the place where a creature such as this thing will make a home,’ I explained to them, didactically.
“When we reached the spot where the creature could be found we were greeted belligerently, but Twisp rubbed his belly, which a croc quite likes. Once the brute was in a placated state, the subjects of Upp, driven by the regicide of their tiniest of monarchs, began to skewer the sleeping giant with long sharpened sticks, repeatedly; He was affected adversely. Needless to say, the creature did not survive the onslaught. The pokings continued perhaps beyond the time that they were strictly required to do in the thing, but that is perhaps understandable.
“With a last gasp, the leviathan was thought to be heard to utter a word, although it may have been a death rattle, but to most on hand to witness the event it sounded like, ‘wankers.’
“As we walked away, covered in the rank ichors of the beast and the bog, I turned to my friend and reflected. ’That want well,’ I magnanimously uttered, exhausted. ‘Swimmingly!’”
Results
robothero – uneventful! - torn to shreds by the wrenches and crowbars of tiny mice
visiblehowl – uneventful! – crushed ponderously by a falling elephant.
Rainfall - The Crocotilian crocodile – Stabbed, poked, and skewered to death
Indeedly
today.. plain old simple, meat and potato verbs.
(those are "action words" for those of you playing along at home)
OooOOoooO
Everyone I knew died and it was grisly as fuck
OooOOooooOO
anthropomorphize
Assuming no confirmed bad guy was seered last night?
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I am decidedly unexuberant.
oooOOO
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!Orange Soda because why not?
I'd vote for you in retaliation, but at this point I don't really have any reason to suspect you as evil.
Hopefully we'll get something through from the seer to pick out a bad guy.