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Post by The Witch King on Mar 11, 2002 10:16:22 GMT -5
*practises some strikes with different pillows* Obviously the smaller cushions are swifter but cause less of a blow. The large cushions are slower to wield but make a great noise when you hit someone  Decisions....decisions... |
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Post by Sinron on Mar 11, 2002 10:21:20 GMT -5
Throws a dazzling multi-coloured pillow. Purpose: Can blind and distract opponents for a while |
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 11, 2002 10:24:05 GMT -5
Your full of surprises aren't you Sinron
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 11, 2002 10:27:51 GMT -5
*leans closer to Sinron and whispers*
I've got a bad idea. We could spray the pillows with toxic substances. Things that will make people sneeze or itch. Or something that will cause temporary blindness. ;D
*contemplates the idea*
Maybe that would be a bit unsporting.
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Post by Sinron on Mar 11, 2002 10:28:02 GMT -5
Yes!! Anymore bright ideas? ;D
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Post by Sinron on Mar 11, 2002 11:08:16 GMT -5
Its about 12 now...Must sleep...I'll take bed 3 for the time being...loggin off in 5...4...3...2...1...
Note: My term holiday just started so I'll be online more often. ;D
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Post by Jared on Mar 11, 2002 22:08:48 GMT -5
Sinron, you lucky, lucky thing.......Don't you have any homework?
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Post by Sinron on Mar 12, 2002 8:03:55 GMT -5
Not much...my teachers are quite kind this year ;D
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Post by Jared on Mar 12, 2002 21:09:46 GMT -5
*lets out a sort of muffled scream*
No fair......I have a Maths project, a History project, a Geography project due after the hols and an Individualised Research Study due in June.
Darn.
I don't care. You're gonna have to do my questionnaire.
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Post by Sinron on Mar 13, 2002 4:07:44 GMT -5
Bring it on! ;D
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Post by Aragorn on Mar 14, 2002 22:39:38 GMT -5
Good thinking Sinron. We can totally cash in on the event. We could sell souvenir pillows at an extortionate price. Make them out of flimsy material so they break easily, thus giving us an advantage. Then we make money AND win! Those stupid Elves will buy anything. ;D What about me?I'm on your team.And I'm part elf. |
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Post by Jared on Mar 22, 2002 4:05:50 GMT -5
*Comes in and goes to his bed. After digging around under it, he produces two poles and a long yellow ribbon. Changes into fresh robes and hurries out quickly.*
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Post by Jared on Mar 22, 2002 4:06:52 GMT -5
*Remembers that he has forgotten to grab the horn, so he dashes back and whisks the horn off the dresser-top before sprinting to the Kitchen.*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 25, 2002 18:10:13 GMT -5
*returns from the race weary and downcast. Sighs heavily*
Trying to communicate with those other races is utterly tedious, frustrating and a complete waste of energy.
I need peace and quiet for a very long time!
*slams the door shut, leaving a do not disturb sign on the handle*
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Post by Jared on Mar 26, 2002 6:47:08 GMT -5
*Kicks the door open and storms in, pointedly ignoring the "Do Not Disturb" sign. He plops down onto his bed.*
I AM NOT GOING TO TOLERATE THIS ANYMORE! FIRST THEY TREAT US LIKE WORMS AND NOW THEY TREAT US AS IF WE'RE INVISIBLE!
Bah. Damn those Whiteskins. Damn them all, save a precious few who are still fair-hearted. They treat us like some tools used to gain power and heroism. Well, treat us like your little building blocks to fame, eh? Treat us as you please, eh?
*Spits and pulls out an arrow from under his bed. He snaps it in half and starts mutilating it, tearing the wood into tiny splinters.*
To hell with you, you godd*mn hero-wannabes. To hell with you, you infernal imbeciles. To hell with you, you obnoxious prats. To hell with you, you disgusting, disrespectful fools!
*Picks up the thick, heavy book near the pillow and flings it across the room. It hits the wall and a few pages flutter out.*
Damn. Never was much use anyway.
Bah. Damned Whiteskins. Treating this place like some medieval kingdom, where they go around trying to be heroes. If not for us, they wouldn't even have that glory, that fame. If we were just plain weaklings who quail under their blades, they wouldn't have become the heroes and heroines of this age. They would have been normal, unknown beings, living their own godd*mn mundane lives and keeping their godd*mn noses out of our businesses.
"Oh, wow, look at me! I killed a Ringwraith! Wow!"
*Snorts* They don't even know what kills a Ringwraith. Their useless blades can't even harm us and they think we're dead. "The armour collapses to the ground as dust rises out of it." Yea, right. Like an ordinary human-forged blade could even penetrate one of us. Haven't they ever read? Haven't they ever tried, for once, to get their facts right? Sheesh. They don't even know what blade can actually poison a Ringwraith and they make up Ringwraiths to battle with, not aware of the fact that there actually are Ringwraiths who do not appreciate being used like dummies for swordplay.
Phooey. To hell with them.
*Gets up and kicks the bed so hard that it collapses. Curses loudly and starts pacing around the room, muttering angrily.*
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