From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 13:18:52 EST
::chuckles::
Kor, I'm afraid ta say this but he's right. Lets just say we had an "interesting" conversation.
Write a Poem.
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From: mrnothk0r@aol.com (Mrnoth K0r)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 13:45:20 EST
¥a know, I really don't want to fight anyone, atleast not in an impersonal way like this. So, I quit. You can say you won Agreenish, I don't care, but name calling isn't in my nature.
::signs the note and tacks it on::
M®nøtH KÖR
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Mêr©ïnÅr¥ fôr hïrê
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"Every where I be
They try to judge me
They try to shake me
They try to buzz me
But they can't break me
Date: 13 Nov 1998 13:45:20 EST
¥a know, I really don't want to fight anyone, atleast not in an impersonal way like this. So, I quit. You can say you won Agreenish, I don't care, but name calling isn't in my nature.
::signs the note and tacks it on::
M®nøtH KÖR
o=={>>>>>> <<<<<<}==o
Mêr©ïnÅr¥ fôr hïrê
<<<<<<}==o o=={>>>>>>
Swordsman of DoS
"Every where I be
They try to judge me
They try to shake me
They try to buzz me
But they can't break me
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From: xxlucianxx@aol.com (XxLucianxX)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 14:09:03 EST
A person's choice for worship, or lack thereof, has no relationship to their intellegence.
::written beneath the relevant statement::
Date: 13 Nov 1998 14:09:03 EST
A person's choice for worship, or lack thereof, has no relationship to their intellegence.
::written beneath the relevant statement::
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From: qxz137@aol.com (QXZ137)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 15:55:18 EST
A poem:
Thou dost not shut up
All talk a lot and lot
And make writing about nought
(Feel free to substitute "snot")
And make the daily controversies rage
"He didn't ever show at the thing"
"He died in a warded ring"
"He worships up some other thing"
And thus I feel I shall write this page
O! yes!
Thou dost not shut up!
You whine and "Debate"
and never shut up!
I think if you do whine again,
I shall be forced to throw up.
--Commander Quizxs<FONT
COLOR="#0000E0"> Xysar Zzaasdp
Commoner, 7-6-1
Once Swordsman
I don't care what p<FONT
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COLOR="#000099">sn't mine!
Date: 13 Nov 1998 15:55:18 EST
A poem:
Thou dost not shut up
All talk a lot and lot
And make writing about nought
(Feel free to substitute "snot")
And make the daily controversies rage
"He didn't ever show at the thing"
"He died in a warded ring"
"He worships up some other thing"
And thus I feel I shall write this page
O! yes!
Thou dost not shut up!
You whine and "Debate"
and never shut up!
I think if you do whine again,
I shall be forced to throw up.
--Commander Quizxs<FONT
COLOR="#0000E0"> Xysar Zzaasdp
Commoner, 7-6-1
Once Swordsman
I don't care what p<FONT
COLOR="#2A2A00">lanet I'm on! It i<FONT
COLOR="#000099">sn't mine!
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From: oortael5@aol.com (OorTael5)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 16:36:20 EST
::laughs and tacks a short note::
Quizxs, that would have to be one of the best poems ever to grace this message board.
Date: 13 Nov 1998 16:36:20 EST
::laughs and tacks a short note::
Quizxs, that would have to be one of the best poems ever to grace this message board.
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From: agrenish@aol.com (Agrenish)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 17:09:18 EST
Like I said kid, if you had any idea what you were talking about you might sound intelligent. Point is that Coron over there stuffed my friendly talk back in my face last night then told me who I woshiped. Kinda funny because I thought only I knew who it was. But, since apperently I do worpid the lord of plegue, I'd thought I'd pay homage to my lord since I now worship him according to Conor, and to Conor for telling me
who is my master.
Therefore, get you nose out of my arse kid, you hadn't a phantom of an idea what was goin' on.
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
Date: 13 Nov 1998 17:09:18 EST
Like I said kid, if you had any idea what you were talking about you might sound intelligent. Point is that Coron over there stuffed my friendly talk back in my face last night then told me who I woshiped. Kinda funny because I thought only I knew who it was. But, since apperently I do worpid the lord of plegue, I'd thought I'd pay homage to my lord since I now worship him according to Conor, and to Conor for telling me
who is my master.
Therefore, get you nose out of my arse kid, you hadn't a phantom of an idea what was goin' on.
Agrenish Preescott
~It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at him~
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From: lexigirl1@aol.com (LexiGirl1)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 17:59:50 EST
::smiles and tacks up:: I liked tha' second poem Q. Twas beautiful. =)
Lexis Nexus
Date: 13 Nov 1998 17:59:50 EST
::smiles and tacks up:: I liked tha' second poem Q. Twas beautiful. =)
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 19:03:26 EST
::scratches head:: Friendly talk? Oh well, I was blowing up over yer writings on the corkboard, not what ya said to me in private. Och well, 'tis all good and done with.
Date: 13 Nov 1998 19:03:26 EST
::scratches head:: Friendly talk? Oh well, I was blowing up over yer writings on the corkboard, not what ya said to me in private. Och well, 'tis all good and done with.
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 19:04:18 EST
Oh by the way..'tis Coron, not Conor, sounds like a blasted giant! ::walks off, chuckling at the thought of him as a Giant::
Date: 13 Nov 1998 19:04:18 EST
Oh by the way..'tis Coron, not Conor, sounds like a blasted giant! ::walks off, chuckling at the thought of him as a Giant::
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From: qxz137@aol.com (QXZ137)
Date: 13 Nov 1998 22:14:34 EST
<<Quizxs, that would have to be one of the best poems ever to grace this message board.>>
<<I liked tha' second poem Q. Twas beautiful.>>
I do try to please. Thank you, so very much.
--Commander Quizxs<FONT
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Commoner, 7-6-1
Once Swordsman
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COLOR="#000099">sn't mine!
Date: 13 Nov 1998 22:14:34 EST
<<Quizxs, that would have to be one of the best poems ever to grace this message board.>>
<<I liked tha' second poem Q. Twas beautiful.>>
I do try to please. Thank you, so very much.
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COLOR="#0000E0"> Xysar Zzaasdp
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Once Swordsman
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From: sirduel@aol.com (Sir Duel)
Date: 14 Nov 1998 00:14:47 EST
A Man, A Shield, and a Sword....By Coron, to Quizxs..
A man, shield, and a sword..
Made of the sock'em Boppers accord..
Together they walked, down the arena steps
A place to duel and talk..
In search of a win, to even the score..
Of the mishaps they came upon the night.. Before...
A cut..a slash..and in a flash..
A win and bag of M&M's was rewarded..
But then came a fellow..
Dressed..in Yellow?
Certainly this could not be true.
"The name is Coron"
Said the foolish blind moron,
Who walked, without, a clue..
And again the man fought,
A cut, a slash, was wrought..
The sword went up,
Very fast, came down..
The man and the fool,
There weapons a-clashing
It was the man's hopes that they, were dashing...
The man was bawling..
The mut was calling..
"Home is where your butt, better get, 'a Haulin'!"
Ok ok, I'll be chasticed..
For the tall-tells, I, demised..
Hey, its all, good writing?
Did I neglect to mention?..
Of which the man was heftin'?
A mask, that was to be..removed...
Through the portal they went,
As this poem I meant..
To Quizxs, from me to you!
In bed I now lay..
My housely items astray..
For cleaning, in, the morning..
And Good night, my friend,...
The man, the sword, the shield and the mask...
Of which, you are, no longer, adourning!
---Coron de Copacheta
Date: 14 Nov 1998 00:14:47 EST
A Man, A Shield, and a Sword....By Coron, to Quizxs..
A man, shield, and a sword..
Made of the sock'em Boppers accord..
Together they walked, down the arena steps
A place to duel and talk..
In search of a win, to even the score..
Of the mishaps they came upon the night.. Before...
A cut..a slash..and in a flash..
A win and bag of M&M's was rewarded..
But then came a fellow..
Dressed..in Yellow?
Certainly this could not be true.
"The name is Coron"
Said the foolish blind moron,
Who walked, without, a clue..
And again the man fought,
A cut, a slash, was wrought..
The sword went up,
Very fast, came down..
The man and the fool,
There weapons a-clashing
It was the man's hopes that they, were dashing...
The man was bawling..
The mut was calling..
"Home is where your butt, better get, 'a Haulin'!"
Ok ok, I'll be chasticed..
For the tall-tells, I, demised..
Hey, its all, good writing?
Did I neglect to mention?..
Of which the man was heftin'?
A mask, that was to be..removed...
Through the portal they went,
As this poem I meant..
To Quizxs, from me to you!
In bed I now lay..
My housely items astray..
For cleaning, in, the morning..
And Good night, my friend,...
The man, the sword, the shield and the mask...
Of which, you are, no longer, adourning!
---Coron de Copacheta
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From: prlunicorn@aol.com (PrlUnicorn)
Date: 14 Nov 1998 00:45:45 EST
A figure descends the ancient stairs
to watch those gathered to duel in pairs
The hiss of steel being drawn resounds
in response and anticipation, a heart pounds.
The dance of battle, an ancient rite,
a passage through time, the showing of might.
The victors rejoice in exhaltation,
the defeated stand perhaps with egos in a state of deflation.
To try again they are sworn...
the lord's diadem to be won and be worn.
Date: 14 Nov 1998 00:45:45 EST
A figure descends the ancient stairs
to watch those gathered to duel in pairs
The hiss of steel being drawn resounds
in response and anticipation, a heart pounds.
The dance of battle, an ancient rite,
a passage through time, the showing of might.
The victors rejoice in exhaltation,
the defeated stand perhaps with egos in a state of deflation.
To try again they are sworn...
the lord's diadem to be won and be worn.
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From: morganfay@aol.com (MorganFay)
Date: 14 Nov 1998 01:29:46 EST
Ahh, I liked that one, Collie. ::smiles::
Date: 14 Nov 1998 01:29:46 EST
Ahh, I liked that one, Collie. ::smiles::
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From: shokeno@aol.com (Shokeno)
Date: 14 Nov 1998 08:49:13 EST
The hiss of steel erupts in silence,
Glinting blade and knife withdrawn.
Slowly shifting through the sands,
Weapons clutched in callous hands,
Soon to mingle sweetly in the game of violence without fear.
One step forward,
Two steps back,
A mighty axe doth never crack
Thy bones.
The ward above,
It's light descending,
Remedies our fatal blows
Allowing for a night of blood,
No matter the amount of times
One was cast into the mud...
And stood.
Date: 14 Nov 1998 08:49:13 EST
The hiss of steel erupts in silence,
Glinting blade and knife withdrawn.
Slowly shifting through the sands,
Weapons clutched in callous hands,
Soon to mingle sweetly in the game of violence without fear.
One step forward,
Two steps back,
A mighty axe doth never crack
Thy bones.
The ward above,
It's light descending,
Remedies our fatal blows
Allowing for a night of blood,
No matter the amount of times
One was cast into the mud...
And stood.
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From: jakvaltrds@aol.com (Jakvaltrds)
Date: 15 Nov 1998 15:24:49 EST
Here be one I found tacked to a board somewhere, I dinna know the author but suffice it ta' say twas no me.
From where does he go?
From where has he came?
We all watched in awe as he broadened his fame.
Atop a dragon he came to the land,
Shouting spells, charming maidens,
With a sword in his hand.
He's slayed many monsters,
Many battles he's won,
He always is valiant,
His spells never undone.
With many a friend,
Many a foe,
He laughes at his enemies, dieing slow.
No mage alive can stop his rage,
Fighting alongside the notorious Firemage,
They ride into battle, wearing armor and a grin,
Only to relax at night in the Inn.
Fighting corruption, darkness, FOES, and sin,
The famous mages Fire and Norin.
Date: 15 Nov 1998 15:24:49 EST
Here be one I found tacked to a board somewhere, I dinna know the author but suffice it ta' say twas no me.
From where does he go?
From where has he came?
We all watched in awe as he broadened his fame.
Atop a dragon he came to the land,
Shouting spells, charming maidens,
With a sword in his hand.
He's slayed many monsters,
Many battles he's won,
He always is valiant,
His spells never undone.
With many a friend,
Many a foe,
He laughes at his enemies, dieing slow.
No mage alive can stop his rage,
Fighting alongside the notorious Firemage,
They ride into battle, wearing armor and a grin,
Only to relax at night in the Inn.
Fighting corruption, darkness, FOES, and sin,
The famous mages Fire and Norin.