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Bilqis fear not I'm just off to write some more now, as IWD has beaten me enough in the last 30 mins.
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Well, Sir Tainly, you got me hooked.. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
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Aw, Tobbin, I was just posting a reply to you when the board crashed! I finally got into the runbox account and found yours that you sent over a week ago! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif (I sent a reply) Good story! And same to you Gabriel and Sir Tainly (thank you Sir, for posting it here also!)! You guys are gonna completely spoil me with all this good writing! (Spoil away, please! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif ) Anybody, if you want to email me, look for the one working account now added to my interests (tried changing it for real once and Ziroc had to bail me out 'cause I was locked out of the board! *SHUDDER*)
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Tobbin, that was great! Good to see you aroud here! Though, bad i do miss you alot ;(
Well a new shorty beginning of one.. ______________________________ The murky leaves hides me well in the night, never telling them where I´m hiding. I had seen them entering the woods, and now they were so close I could smell them. Their foul stench screamed a protest to natures lovliness, which of, neither I belonged to. But I, yes I blonged to these woods. The creatures thought themselves mighty, they thought themselves strong and superior to thoose living in the forrest. Already they had crushed everything in their way, already they had killed alot of the fair ones. I like the fair ones, there women´s singing brings peace to my tormented mind.. Blood will race with you this night, foul ones, the beast is on your trail.. Slowly I rise from my hiding place, smelling the cold autumn air. The stars tinder and sparkles in my eyes, I am not mother natures lovely child, I am her beast.. I start to move and the ground caress my paws, the grass moves with me this night, this perfect night for a hunt. unaware of me the foul ones continue on there path, and i on mine... ------------------ http://www.najk.net/wolfgir/wolfie.gif Do electric wolves dream of electric sheep? |
Hi all,
I have written the next bit of my story (actually two days ago but the board crashed so I couldn't tell anyone). You can read phases 1 and 2 at: http://www.angelfire.com/rpg/castlet...ory/Story.html ------------------ http://website.lineone.net/~swhite10...ile/knight.gif http://angelfire.com/rpg/castletainly/gifs/ps3.gif Holy Avenger of the OHF Your ad here? Call 112 -221 -123 [This message has been edited by Sir_Tainly (edited 03-26-2001).] [This message has been edited by Sir_Tainly (edited 03-26-2001).] |
bumping for Bilqis benefit http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif
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Its a biggy, so be prepared http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif... PS this is my first attempt at writing adn since im only 14 i hope to improve; criticism would be helpful!
I opened my eyes, their blurred vision distorted my sight but upon blinking I could examine my surroundings. I didn’t know this place I quickly realised, and even more worrying; this wasn’t the place where I had laid myself to sleep. Curiosity overcame my immediate fear, and I cast an eye to my new surroundings. The area I now found myself in was a huge cave, glowing with a faint blue light emanating from the masses of crystals that adorned the walls, the ceiling and even the floor. The entire cave seemed to be made from the same material as the crystals, transparent and sparkling. I rotated my head, which sent pains shooting down my spine causing me to cry out in pain, my scream echoing in every crevice of the cave. I lay still for a few movements before attempting any other activity, while moving my hands up and down my body, looking for broken bones or bruising. My arms and legs were fine, though ached slightly, as though I’d just ran a marathon, in fact all of my body ached, though it was a dull pain which would probably fade. A pain, which would not fade, was the fierce agony that now resided in my spine and ribs. My ribs were almost certainly broken and my feverishly wild imagination told me that I could feel them, the snapped ends of the bone digging deep into my bruised skin. Thankfully, after a quick diagnosis I concluded that my spine was spared from the same affliction that plagued my chest, though every time I tried to move I would send fearsome sharp bolts of anguish down into the depths of my lower back. Slowly, painfully, I raised myself to one knee and bit by bit I swivelled my head to take a better look at this strange place that I now found myself in. I found that I was in the centre of this cave, which appeared to have no door, hatch or other visible means of entry. I then discerned that I was beside a statue of sorts, and shifted my eyes to examine it closer. A badly beaten face greeted me in the smooth piece of crystal, and I moved back in shock, again causing me to cringe under the agony of my back. But the face also cringed, and it was then, in relief, I realised that the face was no more than my own reflection. While staring at the reflective “statue” I ran my hands over my face feeling the tender flesh that hung from my face, several shades of blue and purple but not immediately sore to touch. A huge scar ran from the tip of my left eye to the edge of my jaw, which looked to be several days old. My eyes had faded, from their deep blue colour to a light shade of blue; they looked dead, soulless and empty. I looked to the statue; it seemed to be of a man, holding a sword to the sky. It had been constructed from the same crystal as the rest of the place. Why it was here, and how was a mystery; there was no one here to admire or worship it, and there were no obvious entrances. “What the hell are you?” I addressed to the statue, not expecting an answer. “Depends who you mean.” Replied the statue, and in surprise I propelled myself backwards, tripping and landing most ungraciously on the ground in a heap. “Wh….What the hell?, Who said that?!” I shouted roughly in the direction of the statue, and upon receiving no reply I picked myself up and ventured another approach. The statue did neither speak or move, though I wondered why I expected it to. I shook my head and put it down to an overactive immagination. It was also about this time that I noticed that I was not the only person in the room. I swivelled, and saw a robed man, with a hood that enveloped his face, and thus his identity. He was about the same height as myself, and rested almost wearily on his gnarled walking stick, which he lent on like a fifth limb. I was grasped by the hand of fear, and felt completely unable to talk or move as the man hobbled closer and closer. Soon his hooded face was so close to mine I could hear his raspy breathing. It was then that he spoke: “Your time is not yet…..you must…..you….” he burst into a fit of uncontrollable coughing, and fell to the floor on his knees and I, despite my fear crouched beside him and rested my hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Run, child, you… he burst again into violent coughing… you don’t have to…to...to do this… don’t listen to the lies… THE LIES!” he dropped on the floor, his life extinguished. In spite of myself I lent to the floor and slowly pulled back his hood. The same face that had looked at me in the statue now stared back at me, devoid of life. Mine. My head exploded into a thousand pieces, each one a part of the delicate crystals that had once proudly lined the walls, each one cutting deep into my being then erupting, sending showers of bright sparks through my body, I felt like I was on fire. For the second time I awoke, and flung myself out of my bed, my bed, and stood breathing heavily, eyes darting wildly around the cell occupied by me and my friend. I was home. Though I could still feel the pain, the fabric of the mans robe, the smooth surface of the elegant crystals. I ran my hands on my face, unblemished. My ribs: undamaged, and my back no longer ached. Through the millions of thoughts running through my mind I kept coming back to one; was that a dream? ------------------ http://www.showmetoronto.com/shezam/images/dragon.jpg [This message has been edited by Jerome (edited 03-28-2001).] |
Pretty spooky stuff jeromehttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif
I guess you should be twice as wary of any crystals in the future - including fortune tellers. (Did you see one? - Is that why you're getting the spiny feeling?http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif) ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
Heya Wah! what happened to your story? y'know...the one with the ,*cough*, killer??
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Okay......hehehehe - MY TURN!! (by the way probably only Jerome and some other people will get some of the words here - e.g. - "a tenner"http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif)
They say that a fifty quid ain't much to many people, so what the damn hell am I doing here because of one?! Yeah I know I stole - it's not like everyday I do it anyway, just the every now and then. Please believe me! Say, my name's Chris, and I'm 14 - I know it's not good to be stealing stuff at that age but I can't help it. So where was I? Oh yeah, I told you about the stealing didn't I? Yeah - It was from that damn butcher Carl Sartman who kicks a ratty shop near the chemist. I mean - it ain't even worth much to him anyway, I bet that 50 quid meant peanuts to him. But anyway I better tell you since I bet you're starting to point fingers aren't you? Well it's about my friend - you know, Jake. Well, he's 14 too and I got around to visit him the other night. It's not like I do that often too and he had a smashing time. Ahem, when I said *smashing" I meant "he" had a smashing time because I accidently whacked a coke bottle whilst we were laughing like hell. Hey please don't shoot those finger-guns at me, I told you, it's not my fault okay - we were just playing like those other so-called "nice-kids" across the block. Just a little careless that's all. Anyway, so he was streaming blood like hell and I was screaming like I've never seen someone's blood before. In fact I haven't actually and this was rather bad news, so I rushed him off using the tatty phone on the opoosite wall and prayed that it weren't so bad. Look at me! I'm sweating as I'm saying this! So, he went off to hopsital and my mum won't even gimme a tenner because she says I am one f**king hell of a criminal. Well that goes to show how much family support means to me right now - I bet even that mutt Wort has more sympathy for me right now. I felt like the lowest guy in the world and it was getting lower still. So the best thing I thought of was to buy Jake a pressie as to.......say......er........"Sorry for smashing your head!" I think that's what I meant to say? Didn't I? And since mum barred me from any finance in my life I had to find something quick and easy to hang on to. I wasn't thinking of stealing anything - honest! But when I passed Carl's butcher shop that same evening he called me a twerp for touching his chickens the other day! Saying things like I "contaminate" them or something! Geez! I don't even know what that means! So that got me mad and I kinda blew it on him. As a piece of luck there was a car crash the same hour! (Things are mad in our country!) And he darted out to see if it was his. I suspect it was since he was screaming like a lunatic - saying things like "My goddamned baby!!" (Did he say baby?) Well I ran into the shop and I saw it there. A 50 pound note on the cashier's desk. Jake's present. My revenge. Yes - my revenge. And I took it knowing that the geezer standing next to me would've done to same thing. So it wouldn't have mattered if I didn't take it wouldn't it?! And I guess he grassed me up - the creep. Oh well, I didn't get Jake after all - instead I got him the only present I could've given't him. ............Sorry. THE END ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
Oh yeah jerome - Geocities deleted it somehow because they had those technical difficulties again.
I did say "again" right? Cause, they also wiped out my other story, and the telehan, and the play, and my pictures, and........... http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif - Never mind, let's just say there're not a very good company. (I'm clenching my knuckles as I'm saying this!) ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
hey man, calm!
pity bout the story though....i really liked it...*sniff*.... Though that one makes up for it http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif! Try see if you can find anywhere else to put it, its a shame to waste talent! ------------------ http://www.showmetoronto.com/shezam/images/dragon.jpg |
Yeah I know - I just don't know how I spew out my stories like you spew out your vomit over the Moon Hope's Innhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif
The other good thing is that I can draw a manga picture of you doing it later! Hehehe! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/puke.gif But anyway - er, yeah. I'll try to paste it into somewhere then! Cheers Jerome! PS: I did not clean up after you, BK did! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/hihi.gif! (Sorry BK!) ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
Cheers ladyrae, this is my first attempt (of many, hopefully http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif) and i think i need a lotta improvement! But at least i have time to learn!
Wah, i really dont want to see that picture......seriously.....http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif ------------------ http://www.showmetoronto.com/shezam/images/dragon.jpg |
I say, you people should all be writers!
If I had you guys with me during my english exams in the next two weeks then I just might cheer up the teacher for a change!! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif I want to write a really hilarious tale about a teacher, but I might upset some (ahem!) people here who *do* teach as a profession. So no, no - I'm BAD no not "that" bad http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/hihi.gif ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
Go on....write it! i dare you http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif
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A dare? Ahem........
Well, I don't really write about teacher too much - there're boring. But a rant would be good!! Yeah I say I write a rant! Date: Wednesday 28th March 2001 Name: Wah Subject: MY RANT ON TEACHERS Teachers are the most boring damn people I ever know. They only drink tea, not coffee - which goes to show how much financial savings there're trying to achieve by reusing the bloody same tea bag 20 times in one breaktime. I know it's sad life my friends but it's probably true. The poor thing had been reused so many times it looks like one of those badly made DIY cigars. But there're much more to these feeble creatures. Yes - I *did* say creatures. For what human being would give out a foul and nasty 2000 word essay to poor little student like me? What is the damn point?! If I want to work out my wrist I go to a gym okay? And i don't sit and ponder my ass thinking about whether Shakespeare deliberately did this or that. Why don't the teachers thnk about why *I* am doing things sometimes? They don't because they are probably thinking how beautiful she looks, and how muscular he looks when they both know they have less chances of an oscar than life on venus. (That's why they invented makeup for these poor people) Then again, in mathematics the stupid teacher tells me to work out a stimultaneous equation. I say "Eat Crap!" - I mean, how useful is this??! Tell me all of you who work out there, how many times do you use a bloody "stimultaneous equation" in your life? No much I guess!! It's bloody useless and not benefical to your life or what you can do with it in life. I say buy a calculator = It's the 21 century and teachers still think that abacus are a cool accessory to have in your hangbag to show off. I know......sad, sad life. Detentions are shit too. Forgive my language but I'm serious. How much educational can you get by keeping a student behind after school = NONE! there is NO education in detentions, they are pathetic and just serve to waste time and school space. If they wanted to teach us not to do things they should "talk", not waste our time by keeping us in confined areas. And what about those cheap rules like "you shouldn't wear coats in class". What? You want me to freeze or something? I say I should take off *YOUR* coat and see if *YOU* like it or not! beware student - teachers have no sympathy for their students, apart from when you get expelled from school. (And then again - there're just faking that *sigh* and *gasp!* So just tell them to shut up. I'm not saying that teachers are ALL bad. No, some can be equally good and useful for the society. But the fact is that many teachers today are like old dried up shit - they haven't moved on and they still associate themselves with old rules that have flunked with the 20th and 21 century. they can't keep up with time and they are more like your nagging grandmother than a teacher. So keep these in mind the next time you go to school, and if the teacher tells you to "tuck your elbows in" and "Be a *nice* boy/girl" then run across to the nearest CD shop and but her a copy of the loudest, rudest and most censored rap tune you can find: That'll keep her quiet for the next lesson or two perhaps. I'm so evil sometimes - I blame it on Jerome!! Jerome, I bet you can make even the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury, seem like a muggin' serial killerhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
The archbishop is one of my closest allies in our secret plot to overthrow the worle...... really....
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Thank god that my teachers don't play Baldur's gate, or know Ziroc by any means! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
In fact it's true isn't it?! You have to be a teenager yourself to sympathise with us on this kinda thing - otherwise they'll just call us lousy rebellionshttp://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/hihi.gif Er........In fact I do need help with some Shakespeare right now - LOL! I'm doing "Othello" and I haven't even got past a paragraph on the other screen yet because I'm too busy posting here! Hehehe! If only Shakespeare played Baldur's gate - *sigh*http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://www.gis.net/~yos/lichwah.gif Greetings mortals, my name is Wah, Arch Lich Wah. |
Continuation..
------------------------------- I decend on the back of the first foul one, his cries is soon muffled by the soft ground, my jaws break his neck like a twig. They draw there cruel looking weapons, I snarl a viscious and cruel growl at them. They bring fear to the small ones, to the fair ones, they crush destroys and taunt, terror is their weapon fear there gift... I now bring them fear, I terrorize them. I move between them as grey mist as elusive as fog in the night. The grass soon glitters red in the cold white moonbeams that caress´it. I raise my head to the moon and cry out my victory, my smaller breathren takes up in my song. This night, this cold night brings breath from my noose, my jaws are red from the blood, the taste bitter.. Slowly I trod back into the forrest, letting it guide me close to water. ater is found and good, cold, cleaning reflecting the moon. I can hear the fair ones sing, the sweetnes calms the anger. I listen. Afraid to join in, to fraid the fragile beauty of it all will fear me I stay silent, listening.. The beast is satisfied. The beast that is me moves away, the beast runs, the night foolows me and the forrest greets my paws... Foul ones, beware of my jaws... ------------------ http://www.najk.net/wolfgir/wolfie.gif WOLF WINS EVERY FIGHT BUT ONE, AND IN THAT ONE, HE DIES |
Mmmm! Wolfgir! (shiver)
And Wah! Shame on you! Believe it or not, us 'oldsters' actually remember all that crap you're living through now! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif It's been nearly 25 years since I had to go to school, and I'm still glad I don't have to anymore! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...les/tongue.gif Well, I did scrounge a story out of all that technical writing that's floating around in my head... And I've been debating with myself all night whether or not to post it... Guess I will, but with warning. This one's a bummer! (<font size="-3">sorry</font>) http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif =========== "No!" Shandra screamed. "No, you can't have him!" That last bit feeling like it tore her throat. The silence in the room was bruised now, ringing in her ears. She half expected pounding at the door. Surely the neighbors would call the cops after that! And Ned just stood there, hatred blazing from his bright blue eyes, arms around their son. "You can't have him, Ned." She rasped, taking Nate's little arms and trying to pull him free. But Ned just squeezed harder. Shandra pulled a little more, then let go when Nate began to cry. She would not play tug-a-war with her baby! She dropped her hands and slowly backed away. She felt disjointed somehow. Like in dreams she'd had as a kid, of slipping through the marsh with maniac close behind. Please, God, she thought. Let me wake up! But she knew this was for real. That her mind, chasing its tail like a three-legged puppy, would do her no good! She backed away a little more, cringing at her baby's cries, and dropped her eyes from the icy blue of his. To think I used to yearn for summer skies when I gazed into those eyes, she thought, amazed. More like the razor sharp edge of an iceberg! Her self-scorn over-powered the hatred. It even over-powered the tiny speck of love the inside-her had viciously been trying to stomp to death since she walked out on him three months ago. "Give him to me, Ned." She said, her voice hoarse, pathetic and whiney in her own ears. She wondered if the copper taste was actually blood or just the taste of stress. "You don't even want him, you f#$*ing ba#$%rd! He's just the last thing you can hurt me with. The only thing!" "I'm not letting my son be raised in a pig-sty, Shan! My, God, woman, your toilet looks like an outhouse and that rotting pile of dishes is probalby full of maggots! You still staying up all night reading? You might use a little of that time cleaning up a little!" She looked at him in disbelief. He backed a step towards the door, nearly falling into the wall. Drunk, she thought. And probably blacked out. Ned didn't drink like other people did. He didn't get tipsy or goofy. He just got beligerant and confuzed. The 'rotton pile of dishes' were two plates, a sauce-pan, and her coffee mug. All rinsed and ready to wash. And the 'outhouse' toilet was just old and rust-stained, but completely clean. I won't do it! She thought, stopping her retort. God damn him! "If you weren't up all night writing those stupid stories of yours, maybe you'd have a little time for your son!" He said. His Irish accent used to melt her. Now she only wished it would disappear from Earth! She backed a little more, knocking some envelopes to the floor as she made her way around the coffee table. You should feel the pain, she thought, not bothering to say it aloud as he wouldn't remember anyway. One day you should feel all the pain you've caused us! You f#$%ing vermin! "What?" He said, taking two long strides. Only the coffee table seperated them now and Shandra, running into the couch with the backs of her legs, sat abruptly down. Ned still clutched Nate, who at least had stopped crying. "What did you say?" And her hand, without her telling it to, reached over and picked up the phone. She had the 9 and one of the 1's keyed in when he hit her. She hadn't expected that. In spite of all the verbal abuse she would probably never recover from, he had never hit her! She slammed into the back of the couch, like whip-lash in a car accident, and Nate began screaming and struggled so wildly that Ned dropped him to the couch. Shandra scooped him up, petting the back of his bald little head, soothing him to normal crying. She looked at Ned, her mind as numb as her jaw. The pain would come later, she knew the tears would flow into the morning. But not now. "Get out!" she said, her voice colder than his could ever be. "Get out of here!" "Aw, Shandra! Babe! I'm so sorry!" He reached for her, but dropped his hands. He was crying now, the ice finally broken. Ah, she thought, he would remember this part! And the cold satifaction his pain caused frightened her. He moved towards the door, sobbing now. Her hand left the baby's head and gingerly touched her jaw. She would have to call the police now. She couldn't let him get away with this. "If I ever see you again, Ned," and sharp pain finally shot through her, "I will kill you!" Knowing that she meant it. He nodded, accepting this. And finally left. ------------------ Proprietor of The Moon's Hope Inn Smitten by The.Relic http://www.crosswinds.net/~leezone/waveface2.gif |
Wolfgir, Like your style, even better considering English isn't your first language http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif
LadyRae, cool too, are you writing the Kramer vs Kramer II? http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif (j/K) ------------------ http://website.lineone.net/~swhite10...ile/knight.gif http://angelfire.com/rpg/castletainly/gifs/ps3.gif Holy Avenger of the OHF HATS for sale baby! Sponsored by Yorick Your ad here? Call 112 -221 -123 |
lady Rae, excellent stuff!!! Like it alot!
Thanks, Talesin. http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif I do my best and well you see any spelling or grammer faults (alot I guess http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/wink.gif please tell me so I can be better) ------------------ http://www.najk.net/wolfgir/wolfie.gif WOLF WINS EVERY FIGHT BUT ONE, AND IN THAT ONE, HE DIES |
Talesin, where? http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
Didn't notice grammar spelling probs, so obviously they weren't too bad, either that or my English isn't too good, http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif ------------------ http://website.lineone.net/~swhite10...ile/knight.gif http://angelfire.com/rpg/castletainly/gifs/ps3.gif Holy Avenger of the OHF HATS for sale baby! Sponsored by Yorick Your ad here? Call 112 -221 -123 [This message has been edited by Sir_Tainly (edited 03-29-2001).] |
Sorry Tainly, i keep messing up peoples names all the time http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif sorry!
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<font size="-3">Bumpsies!</font> http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/smile.gif
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<marquee><font size="-3">http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif My poor little story thread is d r o w n i n g ! http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...iles/frown.gif</font></marquee>
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No probs Wolfie, I knew who you meant.
Thanks to LadyRae for the tireless bumping of this thread, wait a minute who started it? http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif ------------------ http://website.lineone.net/~swhite10...ile/knight.gif http://angelfire.com/rpg/castletainly/gifs/ps3.gif Holy Avenger of the OHF HATS for sale baby! Sponsored by Yorick Your ad here? Call 112 -221 -123 |
It's really great to see so many so many gifted story writers posting together in one thread.
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You got it relic...when are we going to hear more from our wise Kensi?
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I'll not have all of your fine work falling back ...
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For my dear sweet http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...miles/tdo9.gif Princess LadyRae, and our gifted writer friends..
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Not gonna let it drown Lovely One...
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Hey, c'mon all you gifted story tellers http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
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Bumping for our story writers http://www.tgeweb.com/ironworks/cgi-...es/biggrin.gif
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Bumping for my LadyRae and friends..
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