Shireroth

mmm... camel burgers...

And I need a new camel skin jacket. Now strip, my fine humped friend.

Well if you won't donate willingly, our orders are to saw them off. You understand tis for your own good, we can't have those antlers growing too large... and the slaves need coat racks. Edited by: Royal Babkhan Camel Corps at: 8/31/05 9:41

Oi you! Yes you, the one with the bloody camel skin jacket.First of all Nebuchadnezzar was a Babylonian King not a Persian one. Beyond that, as befits Iraqi despots he was overthrown and banged up in a dungeon for being barking mad. Most crucially it was his grandson Belshazzar who saw the writing on the wall according to the prophet Daniel which was to the effect:“God has numbered your kingdom and finished it; you have been judged and found wanting; your kingdom shall be divided between the Persians and the Medes.”Which is of course what God is currently saying about Antica. Anyway Babylon was delivered from barbarism by the heroic Persians under the Great King Cyrus and became part of one huge and happy proto-Babkhan empire until the bastard Macedonian showed up.Kindly nail this post to Steven's forehead.Thanking you. Edited by: Osman Shahanshah  at: 8/31/05 10:32

I will nail it, along with the other less-than-happy feedback he's gotten, in the appropriate place first thing monday. Thanks!

wow, this has turned, bitter... There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

so... squid?

*blink* There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Calimari. Good stuff.

Camel skin is nasty. And my antlers are my own, thankyouverymuch. They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

Moose, I want your antler. :P There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

Ok lads grab the Duke, I'll fetch the saw.

Sorry, busy today. *strolls off to school* They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

*fetches the Duke and holds him down* MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Edgard, Zurvan will reward you in heaven.

*holds pistol to Edgar's head*I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?

Yar. No time. Off to work! They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

School, Work, School, Work. SHORK!!!!! There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.

I can dig it. They call it a signature, but no one ever signs their posts...

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Manheim. There are no flowers, no not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find.