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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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I actually thought it was a gift from heaven to realise that if there was to be such a scenario (I being innocent) the remaining winner would have been actually myself, alive probably with one of the lost lovers... So making it clear - and slightly bragging for it was meant to turn your eyes away from that road if you even considered trying to help the innocents... or for better negotiating conditions toMorrow...
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Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 11-11-2009 at 10:32 PM. |
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The Sweetest Spoiler
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly
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Upon gaining permission from the moddess to post from beyond the grave I bring you this. Also, the original.
Lo! 'Tis an awful Day Upon the Barrow Downs, you see A lover pair, Sauce and his dame As well as werewolves three The rest of them are trapped, alas Despite their urgent pleas While lovers both dark bargains pass With those who on them feed The Moddess Ni is stricken dumb As she hears ordos cry While Mira is having fun Mere mod gods they, whose is to sigh And tally the votes that have come As all the villagers have to die Moddesses these must both keep mum Oh me, oh Ni, oh my! The ranger drama oh be sure It shall not be forgot! When dear Sally tried to come to aid Of a group that trusted not Through a lynching that ever sealed her doom With the werewolves' plot And then went Lottie (brave Inzil too?) Yet lovers remain on the top But there among the ordos' angst Three fur-clad shapes come in All ready to devour their flanks As well as their knees and shins They laugh, they feast, they kill poor Ner The one who's not their kin And Nienna sobs at Brinniel's fur As well as Roa and Finn Out! Out are all the votes, cast all! And Inzildun has he the most The curtain, the village falls Though the moddesses have yet to post While the lovers still refuse to bend The rest of the village gets hosed And so the game known as Werewolf ends With its victors as Fea and Sauce
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"My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.
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