Post by Badger on Aug 22, 2007 11:48:30 GMT -5
The Adventures of Piper the Peon
Chapter iii - Getting more people to join the army
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There were two times in his whole life that Vickvire had felt like a man. The first was when he won the t-shirt raffle at the “singles anonymous” club and the second was the event that occurred when all six of his army stood up and shouted for freedom from the traitorous ~Sitck~ Commandos.
He had all six soldiers bow down before him and quote his new slogan, “To the death of every man, to the death of every light, we will rise and conquer, we will rise and slay.”
K.A.L. suggested that instead of the word ‘slay’, the word ‘fight’ be inserted so it would rhyme. The idea was shot down immediately by Strange who, saying that he had plenty of moderator experience, thought the word would damage the ‘uniqueness’ of the slogan. Vickvire smiled broadly and pondered for a moment.
“Now we must have a clan name!” Vickvire shouted out loud. Strange and ShOvEl stood up and yelled with excitement.
K.A.L. stood up and motioned will one hand for them to be silent. “Sir,” he said confidently, “I think we should name after the }Erotic{ Wookie clan.”
“What the heck is an ‘Erotic Wookie’?” Vickvire questioned.
“Why sir,” K.A.L. shook his head sadly, “it was the famed group that eventually split into the ~Stick~ Commandos. However, some of the members did not join the ~Stick~ Commandos and are still out there somewhere in the Kingdom.”
“I guess then,” sighed Vickvire, “it is only fitting that we name ourselves after them….the, errr…*cough*…}Erotic{ Wookies…”
“were do we go now ser?” said the man standing near K.A.L.’s Shadow.
Vickvire smiled, “Where else do we go to find the toughest and brawniest warriors? To the German Wheat Lounge, of course!”
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The German Wheat Lounge was without doubt one of the most tourist-populated sections of the Kingdom. It was comprised of three main lounges: The Wheat Lounge (for farmers), The Barley Lounge (for drinkers), and The German Lounge (for Germans). As the }EW{ entered, a couple girls whistled at them. One of them, a cute blonde, seemed to favor Robin. She came over and started messing with his curly hair, saying something about, ‘Please vote at my new poll’.
Strange commented that he was rather thirsty after watching all the pretty girls walk by. Everyone else agreed with him and journeyed a couple streets down to the Barley Lounge.
Inside, they were greeted by a tawny and large butler who introduced himself as, ‘Danny Hoeing’. Danny offered them an eight-seat table and brought out the silverware.
“What can I get for you folks?” he asked.
Vickvire started. “I’ll take the Tavern Beer…and…well, I guess I’ll have the ‘Mouse specialty’. I’ve always liked mice.”
Danny quickly wrote down the order on his pad of paper, saying, “Yes sir. Very good choice.”
After everyone ordered their meals and drinks, (Strange ordered a virgin beer), the clan began to take in their surroundings. The den was mostly vacant, it being only 8 o’clock in the morning, but there was a group of three rough-looking men sitting over in the table to the right of them. Vickvire stood up, walked over to their table, and promptly sat down.
“Hello, peons.” Vickvire said, trying to sound pleasant yet manly.
“]-[3l_l_0, 51l2.”
Vickvire look perplexed for a couple seconds, and then tried communicating again. “What’s your name, sir?”
“/\/\4]-[ /\/4/\/\3 1$ ]-[3l20, 51l2.”
Vickvire’s brain hurt; never before had he heard this strange and heavy dialect. One of the others that was sitting with this creature spoke softly; he had a very small face with dark brown eyes.
“That’s Hero, nub. He speaks in the language of the leet. The leet folks come from the North. He sez ‘hello’ to you, sor.”
Vickvire nodded slowly. “Oh, that’s…excellent. What’s your name, peon?” He asked the man who talked softly.
“Mah name’s Sloughfoxy, or ‘Tex’, if you prefer sor. My other mate ‘side me is named Stripe. ‘e’s recently been put on “Most Wanted” posters all over the county. Trained ‘ssassin is wot ‘e is. Has tah switch names of’en ‘cuz they’re alwuz trackin’ ‘im. ‘s been in nearly e’ry clan in the known wharld, sor.”
Stripe nodded with assent. “Yup. my only problem is that I’m just too good for most of them, lol.”
Vickvire saw his golden opportunity. “How would you guys like to join the newest and bestest clan: the new }Erotic{ Wookies.”
Stripe sat up with interest. “Funny name, lolz. I like it. Let’s join. What do you say, Hero?”
Hero took a quick chug of his frothy beer and replied heartily, “l_37’$ l)0 17.”
Tex stuck his hand out warmly and offered it to Vickvire. “Count us in, sor.”
Chapter iii - Getting more people to join the army
“[ftp]ÐÒ¸£µÄµØͼ-³¬³¤°æ¡¤ ʧȥÄ㡤 ÄãÀ´Äã×ß¡¤ Ò»¸öÈ˵ľ«²Ê-¸ÖÇٰ桤 Hone¡¤²»Ô¶¡¤´úÑÔÈË[/ftp]” – QqfwusqwfABTFE
There were two times in his whole life that Vickvire had felt like a man. The first was when he won the t-shirt raffle at the “singles anonymous” club and the second was the event that occurred when all six of his army stood up and shouted for freedom from the traitorous ~Sitck~ Commandos.
He had all six soldiers bow down before him and quote his new slogan, “To the death of every man, to the death of every light, we will rise and conquer, we will rise and slay.”
K.A.L. suggested that instead of the word ‘slay’, the word ‘fight’ be inserted so it would rhyme. The idea was shot down immediately by Strange who, saying that he had plenty of moderator experience, thought the word would damage the ‘uniqueness’ of the slogan. Vickvire smiled broadly and pondered for a moment.
“Now we must have a clan name!” Vickvire shouted out loud. Strange and ShOvEl stood up and yelled with excitement.
K.A.L. stood up and motioned will one hand for them to be silent. “Sir,” he said confidently, “I think we should name after the }Erotic{ Wookie clan.”
“What the heck is an ‘Erotic Wookie’?” Vickvire questioned.
“Why sir,” K.A.L. shook his head sadly, “it was the famed group that eventually split into the ~Stick~ Commandos. However, some of the members did not join the ~Stick~ Commandos and are still out there somewhere in the Kingdom.”
“I guess then,” sighed Vickvire, “it is only fitting that we name ourselves after them….the, errr…*cough*…}Erotic{ Wookies…”
“were do we go now ser?” said the man standing near K.A.L.’s Shadow.
Vickvire smiled, “Where else do we go to find the toughest and brawniest warriors? To the German Wheat Lounge, of course!”
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The German Wheat Lounge was without doubt one of the most tourist-populated sections of the Kingdom. It was comprised of three main lounges: The Wheat Lounge (for farmers), The Barley Lounge (for drinkers), and The German Lounge (for Germans). As the }EW{ entered, a couple girls whistled at them. One of them, a cute blonde, seemed to favor Robin. She came over and started messing with his curly hair, saying something about, ‘Please vote at my new poll’.
Strange commented that he was rather thirsty after watching all the pretty girls walk by. Everyone else agreed with him and journeyed a couple streets down to the Barley Lounge.
Inside, they were greeted by a tawny and large butler who introduced himself as, ‘Danny Hoeing’. Danny offered them an eight-seat table and brought out the silverware.
“What can I get for you folks?” he asked.
Vickvire started. “I’ll take the Tavern Beer…and…well, I guess I’ll have the ‘Mouse specialty’. I’ve always liked mice.”
Danny quickly wrote down the order on his pad of paper, saying, “Yes sir. Very good choice.”
After everyone ordered their meals and drinks, (Strange ordered a virgin beer), the clan began to take in their surroundings. The den was mostly vacant, it being only 8 o’clock in the morning, but there was a group of three rough-looking men sitting over in the table to the right of them. Vickvire stood up, walked over to their table, and promptly sat down.
“Hello, peons.” Vickvire said, trying to sound pleasant yet manly.
“]-[3l_l_0, 51l2.”
Vickvire look perplexed for a couple seconds, and then tried communicating again. “What’s your name, sir?”
“/\/\4]-[ /\/4/\/\3 1$ ]-[3l20, 51l2.”
Vickvire’s brain hurt; never before had he heard this strange and heavy dialect. One of the others that was sitting with this creature spoke softly; he had a very small face with dark brown eyes.
“That’s Hero, nub. He speaks in the language of the leet. The leet folks come from the North. He sez ‘hello’ to you, sor.”
Vickvire nodded slowly. “Oh, that’s…excellent. What’s your name, peon?” He asked the man who talked softly.
“Mah name’s Sloughfoxy, or ‘Tex’, if you prefer sor. My other mate ‘side me is named Stripe. ‘e’s recently been put on “Most Wanted” posters all over the county. Trained ‘ssassin is wot ‘e is. Has tah switch names of’en ‘cuz they’re alwuz trackin’ ‘im. ‘s been in nearly e’ry clan in the known wharld, sor.”
Stripe nodded with assent. “Yup. my only problem is that I’m just too good for most of them, lol.”
Vickvire saw his golden opportunity. “How would you guys like to join the newest and bestest clan: the new }Erotic{ Wookies.”
Stripe sat up with interest. “Funny name, lolz. I like it. Let’s join. What do you say, Hero?”
Hero took a quick chug of his frothy beer and replied heartily, “l_37’$ l)0 17.”
Tex stuck his hand out warmly and offered it to Vickvire. “Count us in, sor.”
