metal dawn on 19/5/2006 at 02:20
Quote Posted by Qaladar
Crawlsies in mine skinsies.
Themses woundsies will not healsies.-- The Emo Pagan
In response to that, I will also attempt to turn emo shit into artesian verse.
How couldst such a fate befall me?
I hath made mine transgressions.
There is no mineself to be elsewhere disposed.
The night slips me by as my mortal frame slides to plains intangible.
My existence nauseates me to such bounds that I desire to utter primal intonations.
Why, O Builder, doest this fate befall me?-
Unsophisticated CharterIshtvan on 19/5/2006 at 09:10
Liquor to beer... you're in... the clear
Beer to liquor makes... makes you... *hic* ah, whatsitmatteranyway!
-- Collected ramblings of Benny
Poison Ivy on 24/7/2006 at 22:32
Quote:
"What is this 'sun' thing people keep talking about?"
--Garrett's Diary
:laff: :laff:
This is a seriously hilarious thread...:D And it's only a couple of months old....Still, I'm becoming something of a thread-necromancer....
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"That was a close call....Seriously, if I'm ambushed by fangirls one more time, I'm moving out of this city...*THUMP*"
-Garrett, several hours before moving out of the city
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"Squeeeeaaaaak!!!!"
-A door, Ventures of an Unlucky Thief
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-A door, The Book of Garrett
Xenith on 24/7/2006 at 22:43
I'll be a little thread necro too
"To steal or not to steal? Is that a question?"
-Book of Thieves
metal dawn on 25/7/2006 at 03:22
Quote Posted by Poison Ivy
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-Garrett, several hours before moving out of the city
How many times would that make it that he's moved?
DarkElf_Mairead on 25/7/2006 at 05:26
I was just thinking to myself that there needed to be more humor on these boards. So thanks for bringing this thing back :)
themetalian on 25/7/2006 at 15:30
"If that's a boiler, then it needs servicing anon."
Mechanist DIY, Vol XIII
Bronze Griffin on 4/8/2006 at 14:17
Squeek. Squeek squeek squeek. SQUEEK!
~ A rat spying Garrett the Master Thief
RavynousHunter on 4/8/2006 at 18:10
"At once, I was surrounded,
I thought to climb,
But no arrows of rope I had.
Nor gloves to ascend that
bloody wall.
I thought to blind,
Then lo and behold,
What did I find,
But a fucking sword in my spine."
-- Something jabbed in some taffer's skull.
"Whomever didst change the clocktower gears to run BACKWARDS shalt be smote, but lighter shalt it be if he wouldst come forth. And be thou warned, next time I doth find a picture of a naked pagan on mine calendar, I shalt crack thy fucking skull."
-- Sign on Father Lumensted's Office Door
"Sings we a songs of wolfs
who smells a shitsy pile and devours it.
Sings we a songs of mans
who smells the wind and says, "What bes deaded in here?""
-- Partial text recovered from a Pagan war camp
DarkElf_Mairead on 5/8/2006 at 22:20
Quote Posted by RavynousHunter
And be thou warned, next time I doth find a picture of a naked pagan on mine calendar, I shalt crack thy fucking skull.
-- Partial text recovered from a Pagan war camp
That would be a great prank lol
