Topic: Elves and Mustard
Subject: Heinze's 57
I was going to say that Dragons are known for putting ketchup on Paladins, but the last thread I got into about ketchup....
well never mind! I don't relish the idea of another smitting.
(Again, too late. Smiting every bad pun in this thread)
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 21:07:53.
Edited on 2010-09-09 at 21:10:01 by Grugg
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Yum.....
Chicken
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 16:44:06.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Up, UP......
as they flew....
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 16:42:20.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: FYI week of 9/12
I'll be on vacation the week of 9/12 but I'm planning on taking my laptop with me. I'll try to keep up! Disregard any drunken beach references next week. This fuzzy old bear is planning on getting some sand in his fur.
I slid in a little personal description of Corp. Reid because I haven't found a good picture. I'll keep looking.
Ok Roger, I just emailed a couple of pictures in a word document. It's Shane West and the one from League of E.G. is the younger looking.
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 16:35:19.
Edited on 2010-09-10 at 00:39:30 by Odyson
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Topic: Loaded Dice #56: Of Bravado and Stupidity...
Subject: Stupid is better than nothing......
What fun is thinking it through? My Eladrin just got whisked off to who knows where by a Damon. He crossed into a magic circle to get a gem but I forgot to say that he was going grab the gem and fay-step back out. I guess he's polishing that Damon's scales on some other plane now,lol.
Great Zombie Priest!
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 16:21:52.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Poetic Win
William Blake - Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 10:21:14.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Smelt
Slag
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 00:57:39.
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Topic: most silly superpowers
Subject: Yewwwwwwww..................
I am Thor, from all the paddling.
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 00:54:18.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Flame-on!!!!!
I have to use number candles now, the fire department won't let me use individual candles.
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 00:47:47.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: One way out....
Jack walked back into the clearing and handed the Captain the pouch with dog-tags of four soldiers.
Sarge Romo was dividing up what supplies they had been able to gather.
The men were starting to size up each other and he could almost hearing them as they eyed him.
Height: 5’ 11”, Weight: 145 pounds
Hair: Brownish Red, Eyes: Hazel.
Jack was thin faced and slender built, as was common with the Irish immigrants that moved to the farmlands of the Western Reserve.
He still has the boyish good looks he had in high school but his eyes show the strain of forced manhood that came from watching friends die in his arms.
He was looking and felt older than 19.
It had taken him a bit to get use to being called “Doc”, but he also knew he’d earned it. Italy had not been pretty. His unit had been cut to ribbons by both enemy and friendly anti- aircraft fire.
“Well I see I get a double ration of First Aid kits. Oh well I’m sure I can trade a bandage for a meal sometime.” Jack pick up the musette pack, loaded his share gear and rope.
Jack checked both 45’s and loaded the carbine.
When he became a medic he knew he would be able to carry a side arm so he made sure he could use it and Jack could use it well.
The pistols belts were a bit cumbersome but he’d fix that later when they had more time.
Jack stood up, put on the pack, shouldered the carbine, checked his wrist compass and said, “Well south’s that way” as he pointed.
“ I bet you guys can find a mountain, how about a road?”
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 00:11:34.
Edited on 2010-09-09 at 16:39:17 by Odyson
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Topic: most silly superpowers
Subject: Hmmmmmm.........
I can leap from a tall buildings in a single bound.
I won't, but I can do it.
(+1 to Lifespring, a most worthy quote, lol.)
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 17:02:23.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Drowning in a sea of Tears
It spits out Hootie and the Blowfish.
I feed a Damon, a Demon and a Doughnut.
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 16:56:56.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Pizza
So much better than cake. But the candles keep falling over.
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 16:46:10.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: His Brothers Keeper........
Jack and the Captain finish covering the chutes and shallow graves.
The Captain heads back to the clearing and Jack pauses. Believing he is out of sight of the others Jack turns to the pile of brush and drops down to one knee.
Removing his helmet and bowing his head Jack says," To your grace we commend our brothers, Our father who art in heaven....."
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 16:54:16.
Edited on 2010-09-08 at 16:15:12 by Odyson
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Happy Birthday to Me!!!
It isn't fishy, It's my Birthday.
I win on my Birthday.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 02:01:21.
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Topic: Just joined
Subject: Welcome to the Inn
A little slow to st hello, but WELCOME !!!!!!!!!!!
Enjoy the site and search around, you're bound to find something you like. Games come and go so you should find one for you. You'll find a lot of great folks here. so if you want to share poems, stories or just play games there is tons of support here. Glad you stop by.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 01:06:28.
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Topic: Just joined RDinn
Subject: Yo,Yo,Yo.....
Welcome,
We were all newbies once and we know what it's like trying to find out how thing roll here . Just surf the sites and you're bound to find something of interest. I have been a fixture in the "Posting Games" while trying to find a RP game that fits. So lurk, play, write or what ever we love peope being people. Also drop by the DragonChat for some instant one on one. BTW I'm the substitute Bartender there so drop in for a frosty mug of Good Old Froth-n-slosh or for the youngun's a frosty mug of Britterleaf Rootbeer.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 00:57:18.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: qwerty
Enjoy your day at work while I enjoy my Holiday Post.
Posted on 2010-09-06 at 16:02:17.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: 3.5.6.8.2
They did tell you, they just forgot to tell you which editions to use.
I wish that I will have all lucky rolls tonight at our Tabletop session.
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 21:30:51.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Take that Lassie!
 , I just put my dog out on her chain. I can't even get her to quit peeing on the floor.
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 21:26:15.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: 8>)
Watching over those that watch over posts.
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 21:05:21.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mine....
I just campout here and do a Tent Post.
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 20:47:34.
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Topic: Rhyming Game
Subject: "Not".......
behaving
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 20:44:14.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Oh, Doc!
Would that go with Post part um depression?
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 20:42:28.
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Topic: The Skill Check Game
Subject: Just popped in for a visit.
Success, You are now at Lilly's pad. Hope she's not home.
I roll a spell check on my post for proper spelling.
(+1 for covering my slip up and failing to post a roll earlier,  )
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 20:39:47.
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