Azal on 31/7/2005 at 12:21

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"Ow! Shit."

~~St. Stumblos the Blind.


"No human would stack crates this way."

~~Ghosthunter Mercil, Chronicles of the Unnatural.


"Yea, though his body hadst fallen, his acolytles didst retrieve his sundered flesh and pretendeth that he wast still alive so that they might spend more time in his beach condo and scoreth with hot chicks."

~~Exerpt from the eulogy of Master Builder Bernie.

Ombrenuit on 31/7/2005 at 21:14

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Azal...genius...

TTK12G3 on 9/10/2005 at 20:15

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I don't think the thread deserves to die...not yet anyway.

See the small drops of the fog fall endlessly
Like shy tears leaving the sky.
Say that you do not hear them
As the leaf catches them
And lets no sound reach your ear.

But the leaves will cease to hold their burden soon
And you will hear many drops fall to the ground,
Splashing gently before you.
Then you will truly hear.

Yet if you look over the silent stream
And see the calm plain,
You will go beyond the problems
away from this.

-Misplaced letter found at The Post.

No I am not going to kill myself. Its just been a really dreary week in terms of weather and I've had this in my head for days now.

Bronze Griffin on 10/10/2005 at 15:10

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City? What City? Oh... right! I forgot about that. I'm sure it's coping just fine without me.

- The Baron

Bronze Griffin on 11/10/2005 at 15:39

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"This is the house the Builder built.
This is the hammer that stood in the house the Builder built.
This is the priest who owned the hammer that stood in the house the Builder built.
This is the acolyte..."

- Hammerite Hymn