This is a shout out to the Man in Green, the Pitching machine. He doesn’t like to catch or play fetch, but he does a good rhyme and looks like a lime. He Humors my mood and plays Starcraft brood; likes Zerg the best and builds a big nest. We had a grand hour making mobs look sour as we smacked off their faces all over the places. We created a story will all sorts of gory I will share some today but it is kind of [censored]. It’s stuck in my head like a necro’s dead so I’ll write it out to give a shout. I will trim my tort for time is short, maybe I’ll post more if this gets a roar.
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There once was a mouse that lived in a house. He stayed by the shore and versed daily in lore. All day and all night his world shone bright, while the cougar across the street looked at him to eat.
He wore a great cape with a pic of an ape. He wanted to go out and look all about. An adventure he seeked without being meek, filled his heart with glee as much as could be. He needed a ride to be by his side, for he was too small and destined to fall.
He spied a great loom as his head went boom, and jumped on the job like a low level mob. The person was there with long silky hair that shimmered like sun; she was sure to be fun. Her robes were in silk the color of milk while her face was real soft and sent him aloft. He was just a rat with the appeal of a bat, yet he understood the pure look of good. He hopped in her pocket and was off like a rocket to preview the land; this was sure to be grand.
Little did he know that through hell and snow his journey would flow being one grand show. His fate was set and his chances were tiny for this line he walked was rather finey. Scratched in .5, would he make it alive? Only time would see if he lived happily.
The elf looked down and started to frown as she noticed the mouse that hid in her blouse. Her C slightly faded for her perspective not jaded and came to a smile that stretched for a mile. “Come with me little friend,” her voice did bend, as she handed him a cookie she bought from a rookie. “St. Thomas did sell these for a handful of skel keys for his is quite poor and his zubie no more. He’s digging in chests that he thinks is best with his unlock skill that gives him a thrill.” The mouse took the treat that powered his feet and then took a nap for time to lap.
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….. But, if you give a mouse a cookie…
P.S. The Neverending Story ****** me off. The title was all a lie (like Naked Lunch). :mad:
I think it kept going on, but after the second sequel everyone got so fed up with the un prozac'd writers (loosing the memory of your mother?!) that it dropped faster than an EE griefing redguard.
<3 El Perro de gold.
Thanks for my avatar, bud!
No es problema hombre. Mi placer. HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!
Part II.
The Elf’s name was Zand and was something grand. Heaven’s own Horn she was nobly born. The mouse slowly woke and started to poke as his throat was dry like the crust in his eye. He needed a drink and not something pink, his mind was on white (the shade not the kite). There was one big issue that prompted a tissue for the drink was quite rare and his chances were bare. Cows were not common like a two box orc shaman, but were short in supply like Aden WiFi. There was only one port to an internet of sort that reached through the sky; I’m starting to lie. You could climb up a hill and still get nill as there is no Verizon on the Heine horizon.
The drink the mouse seeked from one creature leaked. It was possessed by a troll that baked a fresh roll. The aim was a game to put humans to shame. Make them all starve with throats dry as a scarve. They needed a quench or they were to fench themselves to a rope to reach the troll’s dope. They wanted the drink that was white not pink and the troll priced it high way into the sky. But the mouse felt no smite and contained a good fight. It swore to help save the common human knave.
He looked to his captor and off like a raptor they began their journey beyond the tourney. To save good people they stopped at a steeple and grabbed one more who was fluent in lore. They needed the leaf on leave at NEAF; as she looked to the stars and wrote about mars. These lands were fable, but try as she able, fueled by mind she was one of a kind. Raider called her weird as his time neared for she told the story and could erase his glory. The power was pen that struck harder than men and was saved through the clock so be careful to mock.
They rounded the whitey who was rather mighty at least in mind for her swords were blind. They were rather sharp, but she swung like a carp; missing a few they sang off cue. Yet what sat behind her wasn’t much kinder than Baium on a day finding needles in hay. Enraged to an arrow she could drain your marrow for held by a lurker she became a berserker. She tried to stay holy sitting on a knolly, filling her head with peace and meece.
Once again they searched for the troll that taunted them from its bowl. Filled with milk it cornered the market that had humans swearing, “brother oh fark it!”
OH, and I wasnt able to tell you this before, Golden...but your slideshow story of the marriage of Tokara was one of the most halarious things I have ever seen and read! Had me giggling at my office, heh.
OH, and I wasnt able to tell you this before, Golden...but your slideshow story of the marriage of Tokara was one of the most halarious things I have ever seen and read! Had me giggling at my office, heh.
Ditto. I giggled at Tommy's office, too. ****, that was funny (for something that didn't involve me). I need to go find it again...
Seriously yo... You find something to Rhyme with Stromnar and I'll find a way to write it in :p. I may have to make up another word. hmm..
Stromnar = shamnar = bombnar = domonar = omnar..
I suppose I could pull quick slip on the last letters like this:
"The man of reference was stromnar the great, who often partied with mallikye to master..." Wait, let me try again :D.
Stromnar was the rhyming orc that core often tried to cork. For his wit was just to fine; dare I say it rivaled mine? He rose white flags from here to there and could get under anyone's hair. But nothing but love for his comical sheen for he's had me holding my splitting spleen. I laugh and spew my fresh made drink; he could be rp's missing link.
ok Strom... You have to put up your Mal fishing story :).
OH, and I wasnt able to tell you this before, Golden...but your slideshow story of the marriage of Tokara was one of the most halarious things I have ever seen and read! Had me giggling at my office, heh.
Tok Wedding Story (http://www.pbpromos.com/Lineage/T3_content.html)
Hahaah... Thanks, yea that one was pretty good. I tried to show my non L2 buddies:
"Hey check this out!"
But it's an inside joke and they were all, "WTH?"
I thought about entering it in the L2 movie contest going on right now, but I've came up with something to top it....
Mallikye: ZOMG! A fishing rod! Lawl @ C4!
i r teh pwn at fishing!
gunna change 2 sub 2 pwn sum fishy face off, not need gear
haha! look at all them nubz fishing
Everyone else fishing in Aden:
He honestly gonna fish naked?
Mallikye: Yea totally, don't need gear to pwn fish in their muddy butts lawl lawl!!1
*Mallikye throws off his first cast*
Mallikye: OMGZ! i got 1!
*Badass Fishing Mob aggros Mallikye"
Mallikye: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!
*Badass Fishing Mob hit Mallikye for 13337 damage.*
Mallikye: oh qbbq mate?!?!
!WTB Bres in Aden
i totally lagged, got d/c, hate this map, admin booted me, wasn't looking, was eating a sammich, afk, smokebreak, e-machine crashed.
stupid fishing is for nubz
Mallikye: ZOMG! A fishing rod! Lawl @ C4!
i r teh pwn at fishing!
gunna change 2 sub 2 pwn sum fishy face off, not need gear
haha! look at all them nubz fishing
Everyone else fishing in Aden:
He honestly gonna fish naked?
Mallikye: Yea totally, don't need gear to pwn fish in their muddy butts lawl lawl!!1
*Mallikye throws off his first cast*
Mallikye: OMGZ! i got 1!
*Badass Fishing Mob aggros Mallikye"
Mallikye: YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!
*Badass Fishing Mob hit Mallikye for 13337 damage.*
Mallikye: oh qbbq mate?!?!
!WTB Bres in Aden
i totally lagged, got d/c, hate this map, admin booted me, wasn't looking, was eating a sammich, afk, smokebreak, e-machine crashed.
stupid fishing is for nubz