Bettisia
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 1, 2019 12:25:23 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting- loudly and vociferously-
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Post by Krogon on Jun 2, 2019 18:36:28 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting- loudly and vociferously-demanding end to
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Post by madrocea on Jun 2, 2019 19:13:22 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign.
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 3, 2019 13:23:35 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought
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Post by madrocea on Jun 3, 2019 14:39:34 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go
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Bettisia
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 4, 2019 12:26:44 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me
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Post by Krogon on Jun 5, 2019 20:33:23 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!"
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Post by madrocea on Jun 6, 2019 4:20:52 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!"
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 6, 2019 11:17:27 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with
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Post by madrocea on Jun 6, 2019 13:22:55 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with clown-shaming! And
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 7, 2019 11:18:01 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with clown-shaming! And... And up with
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Post by madrocea on Jun 7, 2019 22:35:25 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with clown-shaming! And... And up with helium balloon doggies!"
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 8, 2019 22:20:55 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with clown-shaming! And... And up with helium balloon doggies!" "Yay! Go Balloons!"
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Post by madrocea on Jun 12, 2019 16:13:09 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with clown-shaming! And... And up with helium balloon doggies!" "Yay! Go Balloons!" And they lived
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Post by Bettisia on Jun 13, 2019 11:58:27 GMT
"Dear Lord Poseidon, hear my prayer, let the commonwealth prosper in these dark days of--" Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation down his spine. "No, it can't be--" A shadow figure knelt beside him, and whispered, "Oh great King! How the gods favour you." The figure outreached its pallid bony fingers and laid them on the King's shoulders, carressing them. The King replied, "you monstrous beast, unhand me! Guards!" Everything darkened around the day sky and thunder bellowed. "Heed my words, King of Kings! You have a traitor in your inner circle. You must sacrifice all you can to appease my wrath and weed out this treacherous scum!" The sea turned calm and the sky cleared. "I will heed your words O' Daimon." The King answered,"I will sacrifice to the lord Poseidon and root out this traitor." "Good, Good!" The Daimon hissed, carressing the no-no zone. "What on earth?" The Daimon disappeared, leaving the King in shock and awe at what had just happened. Acrid smoke permeated from the ground. The walls bled. The sky bellowed. "GET HIM OUT!" shouted a priest, grabbing the king. "Don't you know who that was?" the priest asked. The king nodded, "T'was a Daimon, lord of the stenching black death." "Mine Diamonds, Mine," Krogon interrupted as he screeched, a daimon possessing him. "Help me, I can't control this!" "We must exorcise this poor child" On one knee, the Priest prayed. The king fled to a shrine, the daimon problem was getting worse. How was he going to reclaim the diamond mine if it was under Tropican control? Perhaps he could invade them, and steal all their gold, jewelry, and diamonds! A wizard, a Catholic Priest, and a Berserker charge into the nicest most palatial Palace Wing. Robots looked on in shock as they started to dance in an unusually lewd and lascivious manner. The Robots uttered crude profanities as they rushed to see if there was something they could do to help the King. But he, unknowingly made it so very much worse on himself by forgetting about all that LSD in the brownies. As thirty clowns exited a car, his hallucinations worsened. "What a dream!" the King exclaimed rolling back over onto his current... ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!! CHAPTER TWO: CLOWNS. It is time that we all get back to the important issue. "Clowns. Scary? Funny?" "Clowns are EVERYWHERE." "Politicians are Clowns," said the Bartender while pouring another rum and Coke. "Exactly!" said Felvor. "Precisely!" said Krogon. "I'm a clown." "So what office is free from being a circus?" "The mortician's office?" "Too funny, Sir!" "What about the latest political poll?" "Pollsters are clowns." "You buffoon, voters always back clowns!" "Unfortunately, true sir." Suddenly, clowns flooded the chamber, protesting-loudly and vociferously-demanding end to the King's reign. "Oh, Bother!" thought the King. "Go away! Leave me to my blundering!" "Down with blundering!" "And down with clown-shaming! And... And up with helium balloon doggies!" "Yay! Go Balloons!" And they lived happily ever after.
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