A passage about fools

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From: lqdforest@aol.com (LqdForest)
Date: 31 Jul 1999 15:32:52 EDT


Boasts ring out through raw throats and beer-stained breath, some of them true, some of them not.
Roars of triumph ring through the halls of the Arena and the Basement as winners claim bloodright over the fallen.
Sighs and cries, lies, yet no one dies. Ranks are won through blood, ranks are lost through folly. Swords and axes protest against their owner's will, as lust for gore drives them on for more. Fools, men and women, fighting without honor or purpose. Fools, they are, and every fool ends up in one place, every fool shines with egg on their face.
So remember, my friends, of what you have read, remember and remember well with dread. Remember when you go out to make a challenge, be wise, be honorable, and be not a fool. Tis God's will whom, whom will fight and cry, who will win and who will die.

Challenge only those whom need to be challenged, or t'will be you whom are the fool. And the fool is a sorry thing to be indeed. Please flatter yourself not to think this post is meant for you, tis meant for everyone. Including myself.







From the desk of:

Durax MacAllister, traveler of many realms

Master at Arms to RhyDin's Duel of Swords

Enchanter to RhyDin's Duel of Magic

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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 31 Jul 1999 21:30:50 EDT

Or gods and goddesses, thank ya very much. My apologies if I sound as if my mind works on a single-track, and I am brainwashed, but I must step in on the behalf of my wonderful, mortal crushing, beloved deities. Or they'll stomp me life out.

Well wishes,
Coron.

::turns his head up to the sky:: I meant that last statement in a goodlight, I hope ya know. ::gulps::