"Discuss whatever you may, but you must do so like this," xeno explains earnestly. "And when you are done, you must end it with a hymn for a mind-blowing impact," xeno wraps up the tutorial. Amen.
"This is like one of those over the hill birthday parties that's at a Moose lodge." DeadStretch says stuff.
Hako smiles sweetly as he dons his majestically flowing robe and wizard hat, "You're a wizard, Harry", he exclaims while raising the glowing, gnarled piece of wood that is his mighty staff in one hand and waving his other mystically.
Why do you guys talk like a typical hentai girl? "No! Please don't tentacle rape Rika-chan!", Rika says with fear.
The man walked at a snails pace toward the worn tavern door as the rain poured outside. He gingerly reached for the handle, and with a loud but familiar "Crrreeeeeeeee" the door swung open. Within, he saw his good friend the Barkeep along with a few other individuals sitting about on oak stools, chugging happily at their grog and ale whilst discussing things in a manner that did not interest him. Slowly, and with a limp, he trudged towards the counter. He took off his straw hat and set in next to him. He looked towards the kegs with greedy eyes and then to the Barkeep. "Ah," the Barkeep began, "Come for some more brandy tonight, F.F.? Ya' know ..." He trailed off. The man nodded towards the Barkeep and reached into his pocket for a few coins of gold and slid them with two gloved fingers towards his old friend. After a few moments, F.F. received his drink and turned to see the tavern-goers. One man was stroking his beard, another was instructing a group of people how to do something. "Ya' know," the Barkeep said again, "ya've never told ol' Barry ya' story, F.F., yet ya're my most common customer." F.F. shook his head in response and after some long moments, finished his drink and set it down. "Well ..." F.F.'s voice was scratchy. "I will say that this is a story about how my life was twisted and pulled from me." The Barkeep grabbed a rag and began to clean a glass mug. "'Tis a short tale, will take a moment or so, but it tells how I became the Prince of grassy lands, rolling hills, trembling mountains ..." F.F. stopped and mad an audible "AHEM" before beginning again. "'Twas in the western edge of the filthiest, rotten parts of a plague-ridden city. I was a young lad, my mother worked one-hundred hours a fortnight, and my father was dead before I was born. Being a young boy, I got into lots of fights, but only with local schoolchildren and friends, that is, until one day ..." The Barkeep raised an eyebrow and had practically stopped cleaning the aforementioned mug, transfixed in F.F.'s tale. "I was in the schoolyard, playing and relaxing. 'Twas fine until I spotted them. A snooty bunch of rich folk who were on our turf for no other reason that to tour and view us as zoo animals. One had the audacity to come and speak to me. Needless to say, I struck him down. The wealthy ones left me with disgusted looks as the little boy cried and ran, only for his tour-guides to chase after him. Mother heard about this and was very angry. Unbeknownst to me, she had managed to scrounge up enough coin to send me towards were we are now to my absolutely rich Grandfather I had no idea existed ... the man you know as King." F.F. looked to the Barkeep he was clearly very interested. He had set down the mug and propped both elbows on the counter, and his chin in both palms. "Anywho, I was worried. I could not stand the upper class individuals in these parts. Clearly, I am too poor for this endeavor. Though my Mother would not hear it. She gave me a kiss goodbye and called for a buggy to take me. I was on that ride for days, indeed, and I noticed how segregated the rich are from the poor, and in time, I arrived." F.F. took in a deep breath and shook his head. "I swiftly, with no time to spare and new-found courage in my heart, hopped out of the buggy. The tag of scrawled onto the back of the carriage was an interesting one, 'Fresh', it said. No matter, just some idle jollies. If I recall, it was a rainy day, not unlike today, and in the distance I saw a towering castle, and instincts told me that was where I needed to tread to. In a painfully long hour or so, I arrived, and was greeted by two silent guards whom opened my door and showed me the way to my Grandfather's Deathbed. The halls were huge and grand, and if I recall, which I do ... I was genuinely happy." F.F. nodded solemnly. "So I saw him, he had aged gracefully. For a minute, I sat there, confused and despaired that I had not been able to spend more time with him. 'Son,' he said to me, 'Grandson, when I fall, you are my next of kin, as you know, and you are to be Prince ...'" The Barkeep's eyes widened. "Really?!" The Barkeep barked. F.F. returned another nod. "Yes, friend. That is how I became Prince." A long silence followed. "The Prince of Bel-air." F.F. got up from his seat, grabbed his straw hat, and made way towards the exit. He looked back. "And tomorrow, friend," he said whilst donning his hat, "I will be King." -- Cheesy
"Assholes always try to ruin simple threads like this" "happy 420" Saint Mudknot lights his blunt and walks out the door
"Enter at your own peril," Zoom warns "Past the vault and doors whee impossible things may happen that the worlds never seen before,".
''Then Just1more lured around the corner seeing a thread he has not yet posted on'' ''against all self warnings of his english level he decided to give it a try''
