Ange Sans Ailes

Hm.. that is a negative.. but keeping em on there makes the list look big! =)

But if I had to vote.. I'd vote for having the inactives taken off the main page..

I've a family member that is a GM Bowyer (Good ol Mom) But she's not guilded.. I don't think the name is too appropriate for RP reasons =\

I'm not telling you anything till you come back!!

*crosses arms*

Just saw the other post.. Sorry.. nevermind

I thoguht Odin Thorn was in the Heran Cohort?

Happy Birthday Borg!

=)

Was that a cheap shot at me?

I beat Bishop's Val Axe the other day.. cuz he got tired of me running around. =)

I GUESS we could limit the running area.. but even then.. I've got mad juking skills =\

So yeah.. Limiting the running area sound fair I guess =\

Good folk of the Empire.. Our beloved Olympus had fallen under attack tonight. Not by an army of orcs, or a throng of undead.. but by our own comrades..

Razak... a new member of the Empire.. who showed a lot of promise in becoming a key member in defending Honor, was one of the members.

The other member.. a good friend. A friend whom I've spent many a night speaking, bantering, and arguing with. A true friend indeed. Triston... Triston seems to have joined a group of "Brigantes" and attempted to claim Olympus for him and the others of his group.

Todd the Sentry and I confronted the men.. as brave as we could..

"These doors belong to the good hearted citizens of the Empire!"

After taking many wounds from the evil bite of Triston's spear.. and feeling my own death draw near.. I suddenly remembered the link I had between my White Wyrm and I summoned her as fast as I could. Our time together paid off and we put the evil brigantes down..

Todd did lend a helping hand as well.. showing up from his rounds just in time.. I applauded his bravery.

"Good work Todd"

And despite my ties with Triston.. My honors lie with the empire. An oath to my family and the Empire itself..

"By my honor.. Olympus shall remain in the hands of the Just"

Yet, Razak.. a man of so much Honor.. and such promise in his eyes.. has turned his back against the Empire..

And.. Triston.. I can not understand.. how a man of such good heart.. can be swayed after so much time.. I am puzzled by this.. My heart is torn both ways.. but still.. remains in the hands of my family true to the Empire..

Be careful Guardians. Who knows who else this "evil group" has stolen from our lines. Who knows what lies this group has spread.. or what evil they have inflicted upon our friends and family.. Be wary...

Well it's about time!!!

Welcome back =)

bah, like anyone is scared of ange       Well, I as usual will not be able to make this due to work, but will happily chip in on prizes also.  (Thats the prob with server jobs,  you always work when nobody else does)  If you need anything to help ya throw this together, you know id be happy to help

EVERYONE IS SCARED OF ME!!!

*puts Triston on the hit list*

Well a million hours a week is probly better than 3 a week =)

Glad everything will soon be under control. We miss ya!!

Scavenger hunts are great!

I had to do a sound scavenger hunt the other day. Had to record various sounds.. Was neato.. we lost.. but that's okay.. I only got pissed.. instead of my normal.. violent =)

*votes for the scavenger hunt idea*

whoa.. that sounds dope yo!!

err..

Yes.. I would also like to express my consent for this idea.. thank you

Oh yes.. stay in highschool as long as you can. Once you get out.. BOOM.. the real world sets upon you. Then you're wishing and praying to go back. So enjoy it while you can =\

Uh not that the real world is THAT bad.. but.. eh.. okay.. it is.. LoL

My insulting name is Klanlover Essence of sheer vile!
What's yours?

Also.. at least my feet don't smell like Fritos, Triston!!

 :wow:

Yeah that's right.. now EVERYONE knows your secret.. MWAH HAH HAHAHA!!!  :smilewinkgrin:

:O  :O  :O

I can't believe you said that!!

..

...

Well.. It's true =\

If you want to CALL it a job.. kinda have to actually go for it to be a job.. they haven't called us in in a week    :shakehead:

Grrr.. Toldja Apple sux..

If that is him.. then w00t.. the real Thiork is asian =)

If not.. then.. oh well, yer still cool Thiork =P

Bah.. quit one.. keep the one that pays more =)

GOTTA have UO time.. =P

But then.. Lately.. I've missed work.. so maybe yeah.. maybe 2 jobs aint so bad.. but you go school too, OY! Good luck =)

heh.. so true!

Words from a university English professor:

It takes a little cerebral AND confrontational power to be a collegian these days.......

here's a prime example offered by an English professor at an American University.

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"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The

process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his

or her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a

short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another

paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph,

and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each

time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO

talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The

story

is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:

Rebecca - last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.

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STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The

chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now

reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he

liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off

Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too

much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the

question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now

in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the

neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had

spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,he

said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign

of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle

beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo

bay.

The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the

cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one

last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever

had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless

hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law

Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper

one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared

out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly

and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her

from

her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why

must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered

wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands

of

miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its

lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the

Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth

a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to

destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty

the

Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to

pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly

initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the

atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine

headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the

inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and

85

million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference

table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em

out of the sky!"

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(rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing

partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

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(gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at

writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile

tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an

air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(rebecca)

*sshole

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(gary)

b*tch

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(rebecca)

Wanker.

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(gary)

s*ut

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(rebecca)

Get f*cked.

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(gary)

Eat s*it.

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(rebecca)

F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

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(teacher)

A+ - I really liked this one.

Well.. I'm just a temp employee.. so I dun get discounts..

Legal ones at least.. there's always the ol' "slip some ram into the pocket" discount.. or "hide the harddrive under my sweater" discount.. but that's bad =P

The new Mac and Os are .. okay.. they got nice harddrives.. nice ram.. and I guess nifty screen.. but still.. weak ass processor =( and that whole one-giant-button thing is still stupid. =\

I cursed =\ solly

.. Sales for an IT service in Canada eh?

...

..

I WANT TO LIVE IN CANADA!!! It's hot in Sacramento =(

It'll be like 85 degrees.. and people will be like.. "oh. it's cool today" NO IT'S NOT.. IT'S 85 BURNING DEGREES!!! Geez...

Steel, start manufacturing rims/wheels for a 1995 Ford POS and we'll talk =)

Also.. No work again today.. 3 days in a row.. Time for a new job =(

hah! wow..

Hi.. saw ya at the meeting last sunday..

Didn't know you before you left.. but glad you are back.

=)