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Re: DM's: Personal Hygiene
3/4/2006 7:23:21 AM
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| We'll need somewhere to obtain Karsey paper from then, as it is you can only get it from the oversexed old bird in Port Royal's public bogs... |
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Re: Huzzah! A Play!
2/12/2006 10:54:32 PM
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| Far and away some of the best and downright funniest RP I have ever seen. They were awesome IG tonight all of them Willom, Iris, Percival and Mykal/Vidus.
*tries to remove his s**t eating grin, and fails abjectly* |
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Re: DMs: LowFatPretzels: Palemaster request
10/8/2006 7:07:53 AM
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| My understanding was that you didn't need to be a follower of either god, sure being one might well lead you to being a PM, but that as the class is just non-goodly not necessarily evil in outlook that would seem to make sense to me. |
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Re: DMs: Death Drinker
6/22/2006 8:53:12 AM
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| I often see him IG - if I do I'll catch him and spill the beans. |
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Re: DMs: Barnas RDD request
1/5/2006 3:35:01 PM
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| Hah you are a wussy - real RDD's live on a diet of Glass and Half Orc babies 9They put up more of a fight). *thumbs nose and runs and hides* |
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Re: Shoutouts
6/14/2006 9:46:03 AM
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| <quote>
DarkBrightness.
And yes, he is an evil evil evil evil evil evil evil man.</quote>
This coming from the queen of Ebilness is quite the compliment |
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Re: Mykal's Quote of the Day
6/7/2006 11:19:42 AM
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| "The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is mere tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward."
~Amelia Earhart |
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Re: Mykal's Quote of the Day
5/24/2006 3:07:53 PM
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| This reminds of a part of an old poem by William Blake
"I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And ... |
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