I've been in jail for a very long long time now, for cursing, a crime in which I fully take responsibility for, and regret. Normally, I do my time, do my reps, get shredded, and maybe meet a novice ladyboy in the shower if I'm lucky.
I write you today because I'm still in jail, and the guards haven't been here in months. I'm the only one here, and the electricity has been off for just as long. Remember the bucket you left in my cell for "answering the call of nature?" Yeah. You can't even see the bucket anymore. Two weeks ago, it looked like a muddy Mt Everest terrain model. Now, it's gotten to such extremes that its squishing through the bars like play-doh through a spaghetti maker. Currently, the putrid mass has made breathing very hard, as I'm pressed against the bars at this point. My life grows short.
Please, send help. Let me go. Or at least GIVE ME A NEW CELL AND BUCKET!!
That's A-Team's patented leveling method. You'll have to speak with our licensing department if you want to use it.
I don't think the A-Team is a good nickname for an Achaean combat team. Don't get me wrong, it was by far my favorite show growing up, but they'd have like a 10 minute gunfight and nobody got hit on either side. I think in all my time watching the show, Murdock got hit once, and it was in the upper arm.
tl;dr: the Achaea equivalent to the A-Team is:
An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses.
Is this not Achaean combat at its most exhilarating? I think it would be cool when an arrow strikes you, you hear a voice saying in your head, "I pity da foo,'" but some things can never be.
That's A-Team's patented leveling method. You'll have to speak with our licensing department if you want to use it.
I don't think the A-Team is a good nickname for an Achaean combat team. Don't get me wrong, it was by far my favorite show growing up, but they'd have like a 10 minute gunfight and nobody got hit on either side. I think in all my time watching the show, Murdock got hit once, and it was in the upper arm.
tl;dr: the Achaea equivalent to the A-Team is:
An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses. You train your expert eye on Sohl and let fly an arrow with breathtaking precision. You miss. An arrow flies towards you, shot by Sohl. It misses.
Is this not Achaean combat at its most exhilarating? I think it would be cool when an arrow strikes you, you hear a voice saying in your head, "I pity da foo,'" but some things can never be.
Hiroma tells you, "I just got to listen to someone complain about your deadly axekick being the bane of their existence." Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk." Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "Writelog mhaldor F you guys. Bye." (The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Agreed." (The Midnight Crew): You say, "I'm going to Cyrene where I can do anything. Like making textgarments and textfood and textpoetry." (The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Textpoetry is so silly." (The Midnight Crew): You say, "Also, I can call guards like no ones business so I should fit in." (The Midnight Crew): You say, "Is cyrenian admission full of paperwork? This Im good at." (The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Yeah." (The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Bad thing though: it creates paperwork for entirely uninvolved parties ." (The Midnight Crew): Delphinus says, "'Is Cyrenian ___________ full of paperwork?' Most boring Mad Libs ever because it's always right." (The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Letters of recommendation are the most fiendish invention ever." (The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "As much as paperwork is a way of life in cyrene, I can say this: they can shove through an app for someone they want citizened in like no time at all." (The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "Rofl delph." (The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "That's not even a mad lib." (The Midnight Crew): You say, "That must be put into quotes. One of you make it happen." (The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "That's a mad truism."
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(Some clan): -redacted- says, "Should I be worried that I can't fit my wedding ring up my left nostril?"
Hiroma tells you, "I just got to listen to someone complain about your deadly axekick being the bane of their existence." Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk." Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
You give an armoured rhinoceros to Giles, a golden humgii.
Giles, a golden humgii latches onto an armoured rhinoceros with his teeth, nearly taking off your hand in his eagerness for food.
Giles, a golden humgii raises one paw to his mouth, delicately burping.
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Cascades of quicksilver light streak across the firmament as the celestial voice of Ourania intones, "Oh Jarrod..."
*nose*
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
Honourable, knight eternal,
Darkly evil, cruel infernal.
Necromanctic to the core,Dance with death forever more.
You nod your head affirmatively.
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Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk."
Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
(The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Agreed."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "I'm going to Cyrene where I can do anything. Like making textgarments and textfood and textpoetry."
(The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Textpoetry is so silly."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "Also, I can call guards like no ones business so I should fit in."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "Is cyrenian admission full of paperwork? This Im good at."
(The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Yeah."
(The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Bad thing though: it creates paperwork for entirely uninvolved parties ."
(The Midnight Crew): Delphinus says, "'Is Cyrenian ___________ full of paperwork?' Most boring Mad Libs ever because it's always right."
(The Midnight Crew): Iocun says, "Letters of recommendation are the most fiendish invention ever."
(The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "As much as paperwork is a way of life in cyrene, I can say this: they can shove through an app for someone they want citizened in like no time at all."
(The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "Rofl delph."
(The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "That's not even a mad lib."
(The Midnight Crew): You say, "That must be put into quotes. One of you make it happen."
(The Midnight Crew): Mathonwy says, "That's a mad truism."
@DontarionDrakor for twitter boredom.
Archdragon Mizik Corten, Herald of Ruin says, "Man, that was a big axk."
Hellrazor Cain de Soulis, Sartan's Hammer says, "Your [sic] a beast."
Giles, a golden humgii latches onto an armoured rhinoceros with his teeth, nearly taking off your hand in his eagerness for food.
Giles, a golden humgii raises one paw to his mouth, delicately burping.