This is the BUMBLE thread!

[Wyvern]

My bumble day
was yesterday.
It's gone now
I am certain.

But what is this?
Something amiss?
With email
I am hurtin'.

A note to friend,
info to send
confidential -
I sent to all.

The apology -
I sent to me
alone! "Oh gads!"
the bumbles call.

Tomorrow better be better! LOL!!

(This is a true bumble - but not to fret (if any would) was within the BC group and no harm was done to any!)

Wyv

[Mr-Eiz]

A BUMBLEING we will go
Where we BUMBLE we no not
so I think I will get a
and Bumble some more
I just need a
to Bumble some more
LOL









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Hi Ho Hi Ho
It's of to play we go


T H A N K S
Eiz

[BLKCat]

This is the story of a bumble averted,
A sad tale of betrayal, and friends deserted.

The story of she, who was Exiled to Myst,
“Waylaid by puzzles”, she firmly insists!

And of course, there was a cute little “Squee”,
“I couldn’t resist! I’m a sap!” is her plea!

For many a day, she’s lost in the graphics,
‘Til suddenly she realizes something is lacking.

The pining begins, for friends she once knew,
For Wizard and Warriors, and her party so true.

And so from the shelf, she loads the CD,
Happy to think of where she’ll soon be!

When suddenly with bumblific fear she recalls,
“DIRECTX 8! OH NO! ‘Twill be my downfall!”

“‘Tis payment indeed for my falling prey,
To the newest, eye-candy game of the day!”

With hands all atremble, and sweating brow,
She left clicks her way through the start screen somehow.

Closing her eyes, and with bated breath,
She waits for the infamous “blue screen of death!”

But lo and behold! IT WORKS! Hallelujah!
It loaded right up, no problems, no bumblujahs!

My party is happy, they’re right where I left ‘em.
All six waiting patiently, the horse no exception.

Indeed this bumble turned out better than some,
I’ve learned my lesson, and my sad story's done!

BLKCat Adventuring Once More


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...Events are cowards: they don't occur singly, but instead they run in packs and leap out at you all at once.
(Excerpt from "Neverwhere", by Neil Gaiman)

[Wyvern]

BLKCat - Hurrah!!!

An excellent bumblex 8!!!! lol!!!

Wyv

[mammawlin]

Heh Heh Heh. . . Good one, BlkCat!!

Mammawlin

[Serath]

I've bumbled again, I must admit
It seems to happen, sad to say
It's frustrating, I'm in a fit
Is a most serious price to pay

I was on my raft one sunny day
Travelling around the Gael Serran
I stopped to catch a sun's ray
Relaxing while working on my tan

A shadow approached, long and sleek
As I dangled my feet without a care
A moat pirahna below me did sneak
His hopes to catch me unaware

And with his plan he succeeded
His assault was anything but slow
Retreating where the riverbed was weeded
He took back with him my big toe!

Now I lie here utterly spent
Empty space where my digit should be
Quite distraught, my toe was never meant
To be a fishes dinner, you see

Now people look at me quite odd
As I walk down the street
For wherever I may plod
I do so with unmatched feet

[Wyvern]

hehehehe

Shall we call you "Serath 9 Toes" now??

Wyv

[Serath]

Yeah, I wear chain mail boots when I go wading now. I've learned my lesson. LOL

Serath

[Sazerac]

HEhehe Serath! Good one! Like Frodo, only with the toes instead of the fingers!

-Sazerac

[Sazerac]

To aid a demoiselle in distress,
Our heroes to the Crypt did go,
To find for the Lady an amulet
That belonged to her lover so.

They found at last the necklace rare,
Nestled in a chest nearby,
And snagged it and departed, forgetting,
they were supposed to deliver a pie!

To the stoutish brother of he who helped them
enter the Crypt so low,
And though the pie was quite disgusting,
The poor stout wanted it so!

With haste, with haste, the adventures galloped
over the hill and mire,
Until they spied the Millhouse again,
Towering in the sunset fire.

"Peace, good sirs," the Lady said,
They greeted her with a "Hi!"
But instead of giving the amulet,
They handed instead...the pie!

Kerielle's eyes did sparkle bright,
She said, "Why thank you, kind friend!"
And nothing could the adventurers do
to recover the pie in the end.

The erstwhile fumble could not be unbumbled,
For prithy, let it be out,
Millhouse ladies must love rat pies
as much as the worthy Stout!

It makes one wonder, since the dame
did accept the pie in debt,
would Rethpian, as a consolation,
appreciate the amulet?

So be ye ware of what ye give,
Be it to young or old,
It could have been worse; instead of a pie,
it could have been all their gold!

-Sazerac