That's right, you DON'T. Would you like to know WHY? Why, you sold our entire house for a packet of fags! Expensive fags! Then you spent the remainder at the Slots. How can fags cost so much, mother? I don't even have a room to return to, obviously your memory is failing. I wish you'd admit yourself to the nearest ward...[DOUBLEPOST=1377193092][/DOUBLEPOST] Look, mother! Now pa pretends we don't go through this same routine every day. You have broken him.
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH A VOICE, MOTHER. YOU... Go to YOUR room!
Mommy, daddy. Stop yelling. You're scaring me. Spoiler
Amaury has the self-centeredness down, Styx has the other half (pride). It's a shame Makaze isn't on this list, for he was more an egotist than the both of their forces combined. Never before in my life have I met a man with traits such as you would prescribe the epitomic 'egotist.'
That's alright. I am doing fairy well, despite the fact that I have been pretty much estranged from society (an inevitable scenario when you live...
Oh, you lot. Your game is amusing, cute I daresay-- but it strays from the actuality of things. We all know that I am as verbose as a deaf mute, as succinct as I am crystalline. Plums, Jiku, Ars Nova: a triad of jesters, to be sure. For when have I not jumped straight to the point; refrained from plummeting headfirst into the fray? I can appreciate fine raillery, I've played the part of a jolly Merry-Andrew myself from time to time. I've applied the makeup, donned the iconic red nose. I visit the Circus when the Circus is in town! But this is a separate matter entirely. No, I do not condone the goofs aforementioned because... An event so prestigious as these awards should not merit such flippancy. Those who have been graced with the trait of Witticism since birth are morally obligated to apply it with care. The Greek goddess Baubo may protect you from harm's way, but she is old and frail with age. For every sly, cutting remark that's caused her grief, the grandmother back on Gaia gains a wart. Your own Yiayia! And mark my words, she will be cognizant of the origins thereof. She will pale, and her hair will go white as the Lilies bordering the river Lethe. Shame upon you, shame upon your whole family. Parents, children, grandchildren, extended family; nary a blood relative of that putrid lineage is exempt. May the Gods above have mercy, albeit not one of you deserve it. Yes, your souls could rot in purgatory for all I care... May Lethe wash away your grandmother's remaining memory, whatever residue is left after the consequences of your misdemeanors take effect. As her body drifts lazily down the stream towards Elysium, may you remember. May you repent. You applied falsehoods to an innocent virgin's person, you accused a deaf mute of being 'verbose.' You made out to be what was not, you stole the spotlight from a valuable member of society. You sent your Yaiyai to an early death, and you have condemned your heirs to the same fate as well. Like the Titan Atlas, you three shoulder the weight of unborn children as punishment. You were witty to the very end, but your applications of said Wittiness were misapplied. But I suppose that's beside the point, isn't it? Indeed. What's done is done. I am about as verbose as a deaf mute, as succinct as I am crystalline. To put it briefly, Ashwin deserves that award. Wait. Hold on...! It seems we have yet to finish here. My servant has something else to say, and it is the following: Well said, Lucky! I CONCUR.
Bonjour, monsieur. How goes the french? Able to read Victor Hugo's Les Mis in its original format yet?
Impressions, I guess. What is your favorite/least favorite book? What is the oldest video game you own, to date? If you could possess any superpower, what would it be?
Indeed.
Omega Hippo Annihilation . . . Time to exterminate a species.
The 'Patsy Stone' Challenge: Try to find a minimum of eleven posts by KH-V user Patsy Stone which don't reference his sexuality in one form or...
The word 'unnatural' is devoid of meaning.
Do I have to ask who 'Patsy Stone' is? edit: A minute of research yielded me this. Oh wow, those were the days.
Spoiler
For all but his answer to #2, which I thought was a bit of a cop-out. If taken at face value, you'd suppose he knew at least a little about every...
Johnnie Baima's tap dancing. Sweet dreams.
It would seem Ashwin has thwarted your inquires once more. Try again next round, chum. (I don't blame you. You'd have to be critically precise...
Enjoyable. Overrated =/= bad taste
The world was likewise puzzled. He joined the Territorials—hitherto he had held off on the ground that the country can only be saved by conscription. He supported the social work even of the Church. He gave up Saturday golf in order to play foot-ball with the youths of the College Setdement in South London, and his Wednesday evenings in order to teach arithmetic and boxing to them. The railway carriage felt a little less suspicious. Hall had turned serious, what! He cut down his expenses that he might subscribe more largely to charities—to preventive charities: he would not give a halfpenny to rescue work. What with all this and what with his stockbroking, he managed to keep on the go. Yet he was doing a fine thing—proving on how little the soul can exist. Fed neither by Heaven nor by Earth he was going forward, a lamp that would have blown out, were materialism true. He hadn’t a God, he hadn’t a lover—the two usual incentives to virtue. But on he struggled with his back to ease, because dignity demanded it. There was no one to watch him, nor did he watch himself, but struggles like his are the supreme achievements of humanity, and surpass any legends about Heaven.-- Maurice by E.M. Forster (I hope Misty does not mind that I thieved her formatting; consider it a compliment on her sense of aesthetic.)
