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Originally posted by Larry_OHF:
ROFL!!!
I can't beleive you actually showed up at my invitation!
You Aussies really love to defend yourselves, eh?
Alright...let's have at it then
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The arena was packed with spectators from around the globe. All of Ironworks' members had come to see this drastic event. The Modding Mage versus Yorick, the Champion and leader of the Laughing Hyenas. Yorick stood there, waiting patiently for Larry to get caught up on his job at work so that the battle could begin. Finally, a tall, and quite attractive young man strode into the arena. The crowds were cheering and booing. Larry walked in, wearing his usual Winter-time attire of the black slacks, the dark grey crew-neck shirt and the black trench-coat. His shades were not being worn today, for it was very cloudy in North Carolina today, and he had no need for them.
Larry walks within 20 feet of Yorick and unsheathes his famous twin katanas. He smirks at Yorick and says...
"Let the games begin....buddy."
[ 02-20-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
After what felt like an eternity, Yoricks finger moves slightly. Then his hand. Then his arm. With a shudder Yorick... coughs! A white glob jettisons from his mouth and lands, coincidentally on Larrys left Katana.
"Man, I have got to keep out of this New York winter" Yorick mutters in exasperation. The white 'glob' that landed on the Katana appears to melt, running down the langth of his blade.
Yorick fuddling with the horn and harp strapped to his back, notices that the liquid from the 'glob' seems to be steaming - and discolouring the Katana! Cracking it! and then.... crumbling it!
"Maaaaate!" Yorick whispers, stunned. "That is the last time I eat from that dodgy Vietnamese fish shop in China town."
Looking Larry squarely in the eye, he then speaks with deeper more projected tonality. "Still, now we are more evenly matched. You call that a knife?"
He reaches into his rather large horn, and pulls out a long, thick metal indented brown leather chord... I mean cord, and proceeds to loop it. Like one would when rolling a microphone cable.
"Now that's a knife!"
With a snap the cord stiffens and straightens. The metal indentations seemingly cover the leather and grow...morphing in all appearance into... A CUTLASS!
"Have at thee Larry!"
[ 02-21-2002: Message edited by: Yorick ]