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Dear Wall.. - BaconSoda - 09-20-2011
Dear Wall...
I tried drinking green tea to suppress my appetite. I thought maybe I would go down to Pecos for some clean air. The planet is full of Deuterium, how much more fresh could it get!? Well it wasn't very fresh. It was entirely muggy. If it were any more humid, it would be raining.
Not to mention not a bistro on the entire planet.
What a waste of my time! Although I seem to be writing way too much on this wall than I should. Maybe that's also a waste of my time.
Oh well. More to come. Junyo tuna melt sounds delicious!
Not to mention not a bistro on the entire planet.
What a waste of my time! Although I seem to be writing way too much on this wall than I should. Maybe that's also a waste of my time.
Oh well. More to come. Junyo tuna melt sounds delicious!
Dear Wall.. - Dusty Lens - 09-22-2011
Mercenary's Song (AD 1600)
I am no callow Christian,
No pus-paunched prelate, I,
I hope not for salvation,
Nor fear the day, I'll die
In wantonness of appetite,
In women, wine and war,
In fire and blood and rapine
In these my pleasures are.
I love the smell of horse dung,
The sight of corpse-strewn mud,
The sound of steel on armour
The feel of clotting blood.
The women I have ravished,
The infants I have slain,
The priests and nuns l've roasted,
They haunt me not again.
Priests talk of soul's salvation,
And shining lights afar,
But give me a harlot's laughter
And the battle flash of war.
Priests talk of soul's damnation
The white hot pits of hell;
I fear more wounds that fester
And gape and rot and smell
Then here's to blood and blasphemy!
And here's to whores and drink!
In life you know you're living
In death we only stink.
I am no callow Christian,
No pus-paunched prelate, I,
I hope not for salvation,
Nor fear the day, I'll die
In wantonness of appetite,
In women, wine and war,
In fire and blood and rapine
In these my pleasures are.
I love the smell of horse dung,
The sight of corpse-strewn mud,
The sound of steel on armour
The feel of clotting blood.
The women I have ravished,
The infants I have slain,
The priests and nuns l've roasted,
They haunt me not again.
Priests talk of soul's salvation,
And shining lights afar,
But give me a harlot's laughter
And the battle flash of war.
Priests talk of soul's damnation
The white hot pits of hell;
I fear more wounds that fester
And gape and rot and smell
Then here's to blood and blasphemy!
And here's to whores and drink!
In life you know you're living
In death we only stink.
Dear Wall.. - Silver - 09-22-2011
A drunk Kalliste wobbled to the wall. Some post'its and pieces of paper already populated it alongside some scribbles, directly written at the wall.
A small post'it box and a couple of pens were easily at hand in the nearby table, like it was meant to.
The Wall was now a tradition of the drunk, the merry and of the dead.
She let her eyes navigate through the scribbles without order or reason.
Just.. look.
Some had reason, some were funny, some were true to her heart.
She then, grabbed something from her pocket and placed it at the wall, with several post'its around, holding it in place.
Kalliste then wrote something on the post'its, grabbed her bottle once again and went to crash on a nearby booth.
A small post'it box and a couple of pens were easily at hand in the nearby table, like it was meant to.
The Wall was now a tradition of the drunk, the merry and of the dead.
She let her eyes navigate through the scribbles without order or reason.
Just.. look.
Some had reason, some were funny, some were true to her heart.
She then, grabbed something from her pocket and placed it at the wall, with several post'its around, holding it in place.
Kalliste then wrote something on the post'its, grabbed her bottle once again and went to crash on a nearby booth.
![[Image: 13th.png]](http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/6730/13th.png)
The 13th of Spades.
Some say a myth. Some say a legend.
I got this off a 'sair i killed,
even before i was a Reaver,
And he said, in his final moments, that he knew that death was coming.
The card was the sign of it.
The 13th is death becoming.
This card here reminds me everytime,
that we, assassins, terrorists, killers,
drunkards, friends, enemies, mercenaries,
Reavers,
have the gift of being the death throe,
the wailing to be, the harbinger of the void
but that even so..
Death will come to us.
All of us.
Will be consumed in this life unwanted.
But well flavored. Oh yes.
Very well tasted, licked, drank, smoked and whatever we want to.
Sweet short life.
So grab your bottles,
grab your gear.
Kill some more,
just to make clear.
Reavers come,
to take it all,
With no mercy,
just hear their bawls.
Let them squirm in rage,
scream in tasteful fear,
For we are gorramned drunk,
And they will be nothing but another bloody, messy, frackin' smear.
Some say a myth. Some say a legend.
I got this off a 'sair i killed,
even before i was a Reaver,
And he said, in his final moments, that he knew that death was coming.
The card was the sign of it.
The 13th is death becoming.
This card here reminds me everytime,
that we, assassins, terrorists, killers,
drunkards, friends, enemies, mercenaries,
Reavers,
have the gift of being the death throe,
the wailing to be, the harbinger of the void
but that even so..
Death will come to us.
All of us.
Will be consumed in this life unwanted.
But well flavored. Oh yes.
Very well tasted, licked, drank, smoked and whatever we want to.
Sweet short life.
So grab your bottles,
grab your gear.
Kill some more,
just to make clear.
Reavers come,
to take it all,
With no mercy,
just hear their bawls.
Let them squirm in rage,
scream in tasteful fear,
For we are gorramned drunk,
And they will be nothing but another bloody, messy, frackin' smear.
Dear Wall.. - fencore - 09-22-2011
Dear Wall,
Please tell the rest of the ship that I wanted to name you Wafflefront and that you can blame Silver for the horrible name you've been saddled with.
-Cobalt
Please tell the rest of the ship that I wanted to name you Wafflefront and that you can blame Silver for the horrible name you've been saddled with.
-Cobalt
Dear Wall.. - Zelot - 09-22-2011
Cardinal walked up to the wall.
He then peed on it.
Dear Wall.. - Gamboge Reaver - 09-22-2011
Dear Wall...
I found some good lemonade in a puddle near you, I hope you don't mind I put it in a glass and took it.
-Gamboge
-Gamboge
Dear Wall.. - fencore - 09-22-2011
Dear Wall,
The mark of Cardinal's made
thought Zod "Hey, look, lemonade"
He bottled it quick
But he'll likely be sick
Smooches the loo bowl will trade.
-Cobalt
The mark of Cardinal's made
thought Zod "Hey, look, lemonade"
He bottled it quick
But he'll likely be sick
Smooches the loo bowl will trade.
-Cobalt
Dear Wall.. - Daedric - 09-22-2011
Dear Wall,
I would like to thank you fro helping me stand up all those many times. I'd like to thank you for breaking my fall as Kall threw me around the other night. I ask that you not speak of what you saw Kall and me doing when the bar was empty last week.
-Malachite
-Malachite
Dear Wall.. - Silver - 09-22-2011
Dear Wall,
That Mercier prick did it again.
Kerploded to some Spyglass/Junker missiles
while we were killing them silly.
At least i had a laugh when they bragged
about making us run...
With a solaris battleship, three gunboats
and a Titan.
Hawk's behind is probably very
bruised at the moment.
His Salvager got riddled with anti-matter
before he could be fed by the battleship.
Poor thing.
Speaking of poor things,
I have to tell Mercier to stop getting his ships wasted.
Or else i'm gonna rub his face in Cardinal's offering to the Wall.
~Silver
Kerploded to some Spyglass/Junker missiles
while we were killing them silly.
At least i had a laugh when they bragged
about making us run...
With a solaris battleship, three gunboats
and a Titan.
Hawk's behind is probably very
bruised at the moment.
His Salvager got riddled with anti-matter
before he could be fed by the battleship.
Poor thing.
Speaking of poor things,
I have to tell Mercier to stop getting his ships wasted.
Or else i'm gonna rub his face in Cardinal's offering to the Wall.
~Silver
Dear Wall.. - Dusty Lens - 09-22-2011
Dear wall,
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon white sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1 egg
3 tablespoons butter, melted
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon white sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1 egg
3 tablespoons butter, melted