The Book of Allah: Chapter 27Follow

And it came to pass that the land of Alla did attain an mighty age, and its citizens did delight in the New Decade. Yea, e'en unto their hearts had they taken the spoilers and item databases, and of the Forums did they rejoice.

And there were those who took it unto their bosoms to reflect on those that had passed unto the void, and the names of Thundra, Pickleprince, Dracoid and Goalkeeper did fall from trembling lips. Oft-times did virtual aromas from the Coffee Shop that is named 'Stok' arise unto the enjoined nostrils of the many, and there was much wailing.

For many yet did recall the heady days of Ambrya-gate, and the bannination of Dracoid unto the realms of oblivion (Praise be unto Kaolian). And unto the memory of the 'We' is discarded 'The Sanctuary', for it is forever cast unto the darkest pit of circle-jerks.

Yet e'en so the many departed, so did new pilgrims stray unto the blood-washed plains of The Assylum, and they were sore amazed. From the Gallic lands did appear Sir Redphoenixx of the Garlicke-Breath, and he did smite the fluttering eyelashes of the Allafemmes with his noble jaw and cynical one-liners. From fair Britannia came the holder of pure white values that is Gwynapnud, and the undertrodden did quake and tremble in their Nikes.

So far had risen the acclaim and laud of The Assylum (Jeff be thy name) that the mileage from Australis did not deter Aripyanfar, shimmering in her 'roo-skin bodice and enchanting Skypers with her "voice of the ********", and she did come among the Assylumites. And it was good.

Though Cupid hath his arrow misfired, yet e'en so hath his aim been true, for the foppish, work-shy Smasharoo did fall upon the tender attendances of Nexa, and Jophiel, that is called Jophiel did pledge his troth unto fair Atomicflea, e'en though she hath not milk. The turtle which barketh unto the moon did bump uglies with she that is called Guenny, and much shuddering did transpire among the populace.

And in this frenzy of romance, did the fair Darqflame descend unto the world of mortals, and mix juices with the artard that is called Nobby, and much travel, frolicking and horizontal gymnastics did take place, until such moment as Darqflame decided Nobby was an Cnut, and their separation did delight the single-celled life-forms of the land of OOT.

But yea, o sinners, artards and dweebs, doth The Assylum live on. And olde settlers will pass on unto obscurity, and new settlers will amble, with gazelle-like eyes into the crosshair of 'we'. But The Assylum will live on.

For it is so written.

GFY

Pouffe!

I see why you are posting this. You are seeking a new scribe as you retire into the great guitar hall in the sky

Kavekk honey, you up for volunteering?

Cnut.

Not me, he has OLD PEOPLE stuff /giggle

Yeah, but WTF does AAFYSTABF mean?

I always tried to go more for poo-flinging sh;t demon, actually.

Six months in sarf lunden and he think he's Terry Guilliam.

I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

So it's safe to say you don't peruse any Chaucer or Shakespeare from time to time?

Surely its purest form is the written word, where there is but one layer of interpretation?

Oh, you said truest. Disregard this post. I SAID DISREGARD IT.

No, wait, I think it still holds.

Edited, Mar 11th 2009 7:16pm by Kavekk

On purpose, even.

Pics or it didn't happen.

Seven minutes? Must be a personal best.