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I'll admit defenestrating him was a nice touch...it was such a long way down." |
Kalanna Rai wrote: |
P.S. If I see you shamelessly advertising one more time I will post Fauna's fat fairy pick every time you do until you get the point!*brings mallet down on a giant man eating Wack-A-Mole hard enough to squish it* Next time it'll be on your head...
Lousy worthless guild of evil |
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Lousy worthless guild of evil |
lordofthenight wrote: |
Just a few points - What was a Knight doing growing up on a farm?
And Islam wasn't around until the 6th Century - Muhammid wasn't born until 571 or something like that |
kalanna wrote: |
Rufus spurred his sweating charger onward, ignoring the painful way the desert sun was heating his chainmail. The wind howled past his ears as if in a vengeful chorus for the dead.
"No it was an accident! An accident I tell you!" Yet beside him the shadow knight rode on laughing an evil laugh. Where Rufus was riding a white charger, his gleaming silver-washed chainmail covered by a white cloth with a brilliant red cross on it hot in the sun, the shadow was riding a black horse of darkness with his rusted chainmail covered by a black sackcloth with a blue cross upside down on it. Certainly Richard wouldn't have hesitated taking away your lands and titles to give to some rich benefactor back home." "I'm you." Suddenly Rufus was back on his horse, though the beast had died not six paces from where he'd fallen, and the pair were charging across the desert eternally plauged by the dark specter and it's mocking call. His comrades mounted a serch for him the next day never suspecting he was the one who had killed James. They thought that it was the work of the Infidels, to kill one knight and kidnap another for ransom. Why was there only one set of hoofprints? The knights knew not that somewhere under the blazing sun, a knight still rode on to damnation pursued by the shade of his own misdeed. "Murderer...." |
soily wrote: |
“I came to tell you something very important. Something that will change your view of the world forever. Something that is mystical and more amazing than you can possibly imagine. Do you want to hear it?” Jes replied, his eyes lighting up with fanatical fervour that seemed characteristic of my fellow Jesuits these days… Nevertheless, I decided to ear him out. (unless you’re actually ‘earing’ him)
“See that you don’t. Now, where were we? Ah yes, I was about to tell you something highly important, something instrumental in your continued existence. I ask you again, good Sir Knight, do you want to hear it?” This time his voice took on a ‘holier than thou, with knobs on’ quality which (quality, which ~or~ quality that) began to get on my already frayed nerves. Satan stayed for drinks, which was nice. He’s not all bad when he’s had a few pina-colladas in him.” But it was all too much. I may have been doubting (have doubted- omit been)the principles that I was expected to follow, but… but…. |
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