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Post by icon on Dec 30, 2013 12:13:16 GMT -5
It hungers! Ye was enviable, bowling parody. Honest text rep-- lo, Saul Dudeholt-- woot, ions' trick flaw case net hence. Trails T. Anon: (Sure thing!) (I've always been) (big on wordplay).
(The next poster) (should allude to) (two fictional works) (each sentence).
(Translation:)
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Post by Coaster on Feb 3, 2014 0:16:57 GMT -5
I'll oblige to your request and bring about A New Hope for this thread at the same time (as long as movies and TV series count as fictional works and semicolons join sentences); hopefully this won't be The Last Crusade we have here.
If you don't take your Inheritance of this thread seriously, get LOST; otherwise, invent a smiley and explain it in your post.
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Post by Twillie on Feb 3, 2014 0:24:12 GMT -5
:-l
This is called the Ryan, named after a friend of mine who makes quite the same face. My boyfriend challenged me to create Ryan out of text symbols, and he was impressed with the outcome.
The next post must draw a picture of their favorite animal in letters and figures on the computer.
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Post by Coaster on Feb 3, 2014 0:52:54 GMT -5
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It's an invisible lizard under a tall tree! Yes! ...no? Doesn't work for you? Fine.
(I actually haven't thought out my favorite animal, come to think of it. 0_o)
< > <)/ / | D / ..| / *() () it's Wobbuffet! and constant-width spaces don't work here, how unfortunate!
The next poster must not tell the poster afterward what to do directly; the poster after the next one must be able to infer it from the body of the next post.
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Post by Twillie on Feb 3, 2014 18:17:16 GMT -5
Now, as all of you should know, I have a great fascination for cats. Maybe even an obsession. Every time I see a cat, I just can't help but get overjoyed. Any time is a great time to look at a cat. Not when they're talking, though, as cats cannot of course speak, no matter how grammatically incorrect. Just cats by themselves, they're always a sight to see.
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Post by Coaster on Feb 3, 2014 20:26:46 GMT -5
*breaks the no-talking-cats rule too* (yes of course cats talk what are you talking about) (okay fine here's some regular cats) The next post must be typed in the dark (or at least without looking at the keyboard in any way), "pecking"-style (i.e. one finger per hand floating above the keyboard, not the proper way to type), without deleting any mistakes.
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 3, 2014 22:09:48 GMT -5
This id rea;;u unvo,gortsble. The next podt must creste s porm ogb st least 3 dtsnzas thst eull make nip the bodyof the post. (Translation: This is really uncomfortable. The next post must create a poem of at least 3 stanzas that will make up the body of the post. )
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Post by Twillie on Feb 3, 2014 22:23:59 GMT -5
I just write haikus. The next post will compensate Using just couplets.
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Post by Birdy on Feb 3, 2014 22:39:23 GMT -5
If you insist, I will try my best. Until I succeed, I shall not even rest.
I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, The next post must be in sonnet!
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Post by Coaster on Feb 3, 2014 22:42:38 GMT -5
But how are we to rectify this wrong Of stanzas lazy Twillieblossom spurned? Despite her haiku showing humor strong, She still must face a punishment well-earned. Although this game, like most, is random-draw, And calling targets on "The next post must..." Is frowned upon by some unspoken law, I do believe I can avoid a fuss. (even if I use an assonance on this line.) If poems are to be our running theme, Then surely epic works must soon ensue; Therefore, this challenge, necessary deemed, (another assonance, sorry) Shall delegate the epicness to you. Thou, Twillie, must extend this hasty work In SIXTY blank verse lines describing Berk. (ie. iambic pentameter, not necessarily rhymed) (get crackin', Twillie. yer favorite world and everything)
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Post by Twillie on Feb 4, 2014 13:54:33 GMT -5
Coaster, I hope this makes your day!
Before I start with a story of bliss I beg of no judgment for any inconsistent pace. My words do not walk such that Shakespeare’s do, So just enjoy the curse Coaster finally will.
What does one know of a Viking’s home? So far out sea, with cold and snow as company. Is there life worth living with no heat or light? Why, no, as Berk knows as well as flight.
The rocky isle warms up quite easily With the pets the Vikings ride all day. Dragons rule alongside their masters Through cliffs or heather’d hills, flying.
The one who brought such wonder to them Is just a boy half sized: physique but not wit. His head felled the shadow beast brutes let slip. Perched is he now with the greatest friend.
Flight for solitude and fights for friends, Beasts of sizes tread also with them. An arena for training, no blood shed then, Dragons fill well in the lives of men.
Rations for food may be their enemy now, Along with the cold of their year-long winter. Elements or weather pale to the old war. But small fights may strike them now and then.
Alvin or Dagur, men of vile thought: They harm with no care of sin or life. But, their nauseous appearance comes not from fear, As their villain status is really quite weak.
Although I hold love for this isle, I now beg for a break from such description. What looked much simpler at first, I know now the pain of blank verse.
I won’t dwell too much longer on the subject at hand, But for now care fails me; I only want relief. Beauty is Berk, and Berk is beauty. How many more stanzas? Coaster, you kill me.
Three more of Berk, all I can give. But of what to say? Words leave me. The movie was great, the TV show not. The characters I love have been watered down.
Another film comes around the bend. Will they bring yet another great work? I do not care, the first was too great For improvement they want to make.
Much made already for the movie. I do not care to say the word franchise. Cash does not make a work so good. Magic is already with the Vikings in Berk.
If you love Berk or not, no need to fear. My spiel about such a land almost ends. Thanks for reading, but not Coaster. Tempo has lost me, but one last thing from you.
So as you have struck me with a grievous task You as well will write for my own pleasure. I ask of you to compose a song, With words and sound speaking of my own tale.
Please do talk of Blossoms so that My own ego can be tamed, vain and vengeful. As well, with one last personal task, This shall be the end of our small scuffle.
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Post by Coaster on Feb 7, 2014 0:41:30 GMT -5
(And I likewise will edit this post with Twillie's demands, so whoever wants to keep playing doesn't have to wait up) EDIT: So as you have struck me with a grievous task You as well will write for my own pleasure. I ask of you to compose a song, With words and sound speaking of my own tale. Please do talk of Blossoms so that My own ego can be tamed, vain and vengeful. As well, with one last personal task, This shall be the end of our small scuffle. EDIT AGAIN: and here we go. Do note that at this point it only contains the first verse and short chorus/bridge/interlude thing, and as the creator I retain exclusive rights to this tune and may republish and modify lyrics as I see fit. >_> Link: soundcloud.com/neo-coaster/blossoms-first-verse/s-Q9K7k(Get down To Terror Mountain) An Aisha can try To catch a good break once, once in a while She got Snowy movin' to the beat, But a baby zappin's too petite for Rockin' that pocket style To Twillie's surprise Zathy ain't easy at that small a size But a sister does what a sister ought, Lettin' Cherry find what she near forgot: There's no need to antagonize Snowflakes swirling down Winter blossoms all around The next poster must post using only one character per line.
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Post by Gelquie on Feb 7, 2014 0:43:57 GMT -5
T h e
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 0:52:13 GMT -5
They say The post appeared in the thread way
Spoiler tags at its side, A game that it would defy! The next post must have a picture of rye!
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Post by Coaster on Feb 7, 2014 1:09:35 GMT -5
...at least, I *think* this is the right one. The next post most have TWO things they ask the next person to do.
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