- Joined
- Apr 18, 2008
- Messages
- 48
"The earth shall fall, the land burn and the sea swell. For all who fear, then fear my words, Flee, flee this land.
Go far to the west over the Great sea and the dead lands, face the dreaded Lords of the Daemon.
For if you don't you will know pain on levels you didn't even know existed, you will feel misery that never existed and loss as deep as a neverending hole, head my WORDS.
Flee why you can, Fight those in your lands but this is not your lands anymore, you have lost before the battle, you must claim the lands to the west.
You Must Claim Them before the shadow of night envelops the land.
Heed my WORDS... FLEE."
So ummm, that gives us about...
"About an hour, but you'll be suprised at what you can achive in an hour."
And we should belive you why?
"Because of the divine message sent to me by the GODS!!!"
I see, you smell like rum to be honest, I think your message is from your druken brain.
"Such heresy, I have nuaght been drin, Hic*"
See what I mean
"Rum has nothing to do with it, I'm not even drunk!"
I see, is that why you are standing half naked in that rum barrel, which if i'm not mistaken is still half full.
"Errrr, I know this looks bad, but I did get an divine message???"
And my Grandma had a Divine Tumor, but she doesn't preach about it.
"Why not, if its divine Hic*."
She's dead actually.
"I'm sorry for your loss, hic*."
Well, im sorry for your loss too.
"What loss?"
This one.
Clang*
Damn it I bent my shovel.
Groan*
And his not dead.
Hey Tureri what you up too.
The usual. This one bent my shovel.
Oh thats your good one too, one sec.
Groan* Kick*
Well I'll see you round then Tureri
Bye Julie
"Ohhh, my head, I have that hangover feeling."
Shovel clang*
You got another feeling now, don't ya. Hey my shovel bend back, maybe he really is divine.
*Wistling and dragging*
To be Continuing...