SirWho??? :p I actually enjoy his posts he brings a cynical (in a good way) flavor to these often more-than-slightly-dull threads. I think this is funny :
SirE - I'm envisioning this:
{kids}: Can we go to Disney World!?!?!
{parents}: We have other plans...
{kids}: Ohh, MGM???
{parents}: No, military school for you.
Sometimes that PKer looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a PKer is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be living... 'til he kills ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... oh then you hear that terrible high-pitched screaming. The PKer turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' all those PKers come in and... they rip you to pieces.
Sometimes that PKer looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a PKer is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be living... 'til he kills ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... oh then you hear that terrible high-pitched screaming. The PKer turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' all those PKers come in and... they rip you to pieces.
Sometimes that PKer looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a PKer is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be living... 'til he kills ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... oh then you hear that terrible high-pitched screaming. The PKer turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' all those PKers come in and... they rip you to pieces.
Sometimes that PKer looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a PKer is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be living... 'til he kills ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... oh then you hear that terrible high-pitched screaming. The PKer turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' all those PKers come in and... they rip you to pieces.
I love the smell of nukers in the morning. You know, one time we had a farmer party attacked, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' farmer body. The smell, you know that Aura Flare smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
I love the smell of nukers in the morning. You know, one time we had a farmer party attacked, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' farmer body. The smell, you know that Aura Flare smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
Ok... I wanna play:
"There's something I have to say. You once said that you liked me just as I was...and I just wanted to say that...well...likewise, you know? You wear stupid things your Clan Leader buys, you pk in every situation, and I think you should rethink the length of your Avadon Robes. But you're a nice Elf and I like you...and, if you wanted to drop by soon, it would be nice. More than nice."
Hmmmm... quotes from "Bridget Jones' Diary" just don't seem to... uh, oh I don't know... POP! :eek:
I love the smell of nukers in the morning. You know, one time we had a farmer party attacked, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' farmer body. The smell, you know that Aura Flare smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... victory. Someday this war's gonna end...
EDIT : When I had my dog lost in one of my board quests, some people were genuinely concerned, and really wanted to find my dog... Goes to show the power of a symbol.