Just a little fun for when you have time to kill
by Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth » Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:36 am
OH MY WORD! SMACK IT!
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Waiter! Santa's elf is in my soup!
Hey old man, rest your head, you're breaking down inside
Armour's cracked
Set to collapse
Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering
It is not enough
To save the day---
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:42 am
Don't blame me!...
Waiter, Basshunter is in my soup!!! *again*
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by Shoobeth Thy Wolfeth » Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:45 am
Ask her for a live perfomance!
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Waiter! There's a litter box in my soup!
Hey old man, rest your head, you're breaking down inside
Armour's cracked
Set to collapse
Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering
It is not enough
To save the day---
Eternal fangirl. Butlers for the Crawley estate on weekends, idly throws staplers out windows in free time, spies on 221B, stows away on the TARDIS, hunts the worlds' daemons, practises magic in Camelot, and mostly just appreciates Martin Freeman.
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by Something Diabolical » Thu Apr 21, 2011 9:03 am
So watch something on it!
Waiter, justin bieber is in my soup.
you can call me
Blue~
"No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool."
-from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliotmy lair 
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