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"It's hereditary. I have trouble ignoring these types of things, no matter how unimportant they really are." SilverDragon explained.
------------------ Fear not the dragon, Fear not the wolf, Fear not the warship, Fear my Crescent Fighter.
100th post on the F-25 bar, SilverDragon (did I spell it right, capital letters and all?)!
------------------ YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz.
(This message has been edited by Lord Gwydion (edited 05-05-2001).)
SilverDragon grinned. "Spell it however you like. Call me SD if you want, Esponer, sIlver draGon, I frankly don't care."
C'mon! Let's get the bar moving!
this bar is too busy! visit mine on the ev board. (i need some more people that won't blow it up, that means you SD)
------------------ I try to think but nothing happens!- Ultimate Rebel
The "famous in the Rock Bar" Spectre 0001 walks into the bar, his strange face comprised of a Voinian brow, Zidagar nose, Azdgari tongue, Igadzra mouth, human hair (and Emalgha hair too) and a patchwork of skin colours, scaring many customers.
"Greetings, greetings!" he shouts, translating into various languages. "Yes, that's right - I'm Spectre 0001! I can't quite remember whether or not I'm dead, but who cares? You are honoured to meet such a Great One. I am the Greatest at Everything, in the Entire Universe!"
"Yes, that's right! And, just for you, I'm going to sing you a song!"
Spectre 0001 starts singing a typical Voinian war song, with every second word and note from an Emalgha lament, every third word or note from a Miranu jazz composition, picks and pieces from Azdgari, Igadzra and Zidagar plays, all mixed with some very violent human rap music.
Anyone who read this, it never happened ------------------ "Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things, well known fact." -Granny Weatherwax
(This message has been edited by Jess (edited 05-05-2001).)
SilverDragon gives Jess a "look" and then sobers her up.
"No need to get jealous."
------------------ "Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things, well known fact." -Granny Weatherwax
SilverDragon sighs. "I'm not jealous, but I think you should know that Spectre 0001 must be multi-gender..... So, really........ Next topic."
Uh huh, Jess. Just because I told you Spectre 0001 was multi-gender.......
........and that he was me.... Oh, how insulted I am!
It's not you (not at all ) it's just the multi gender thing...
A Zidara docks and Rima walks into the bar. Rima orders a drink. somehow knowing about Jess's earlier comment about getting a life she says to her"No I did not get a life.I got sick."
------------------ I'm not dead yet.In fact I feel pretty good!" I cut off your arm!""It's only a flesh wound!" "Bless this holy hand grenade..."
"So... How about those annoying people who spam up the forums? *** CoughVoinanEarthCough "
"Anyway, who's up for a round of target practice? I could bring in some renegade prisoners... ;)"
------------------ The dragon awaits no whims but his own... Doom, gloom, and things that go boom!! Everyone but the black guy are Voinan's, and the black guy is Emalghion... "(url="http://"http://brickshelf.com/gallery/Cotton-Mouse/Other/fight.swf")Die Voinan Scum!(/url)"
Phoenix walks back in and gives everyone a free drink.
"Welcome back Rima. Sorry everyone, I was pretty busy these past few days."
He then walks out.
------------------ "That is called a droid decoy. This is called a trap. And I'm calling you dead"
(This message has been edited by Ultra Phoenix (edited 05-05-2001).)
Lonehuman looks at his green and purple bubbling drink that ice runs away from and wonders what it is. He drinks it in one gulp, being very thirsty. Everyone winces as Lonehuman explodes and splatters himself everywhere
------------------ (font color="red")The Voinian Empire shall break!(/font)
Razza comes into the bar with his hair slightly singed, and a tired expression on his face. "What the hell happened to all of you? I've been out there for days battling a bloody big ship, which I single handedly mannaged to destroy just as my ship had 1 percent armour left. Further more, I've got no missiles, no rockets, no bombs and no SADs left, so this station better have an outfitter. By the way, I'm just about to fall over, so could someone put me on a bench or something? With that, he collapses from lack of sleep.
If you physicly have to keep your eyelids open, you know it's time for bed
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So, you come in here, totaly exauhsted, without any weapons, and expect NOT to be butchered? Heh, I'm on before Esponer! This probably makes me very sad... ------------------ "Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things, well known fact." -Granny Weatherwax
(This message has been edited by Jess (edited 05-06-2001).)
Lord Gwydion grins evilly as he again draws his Atomic Deathray BlasterÉ
Jess fires the tickle gun, and leaves Lord Gwydion to clear up with his cool gun.