Aeroil duelAeroil the Pirate: YARRR! FEEL THE BITE OF MY CUTLASS ARRR Aeroil the Swashbuckler: Fiend! thou shalt be vanquished this day and never again trouble the world of the living. Aeroil the Pirate: Arr, ye scurvy dog, I aint gonna be beaten by no scum like you. Yarr! Aeroil the Swashbuckler: Enough! Have at thee!Aeroil duel
*swordplay ensues*
Aeroil the Swashbuckler: Anon! thou be as good with a blade as thou art smelly, swine!! Aeroil the Pirate: Yarr, the funny-talker knows how to fight, but I still will be runnin ye through! Aeroil the Swashbuckler: Never! my words are in my sword, thou more dire vil
WorldsWorldsWorlds
Marvel at the colours of my little world here for to create it I had to be quite the seer Made by creation, meld, and borrow You really can't see it? such a sorrow!
Why would I look at your ghastly world? When I saw the terrible thing my lips rightly curled The hues all wrong, the contrast very askew I am very glad that similar worlds are so few
Of course my world is better, what a foolish query trying to understand yours just makes me weary You are a fool to not see this, and rude as well Leave me be, and do not make me yell
What
"Love"Everybody knows the silly little word Many times we've said it, many times we've heard It is sometimes on, sometimes off, and Divinity forbid that we should scoff"Love"
Yet if you were to ask To pin its nature is no small task For this word does everything you see, People receive it, objects, and even me
Can you read it on a light? Or must there be a graph in sight? Can it come on its own? Given? Stolen? Taken in loan?
Will it come automatically? Or does it just depend on you or me.
Acorleat“It is time, Sannies” “What do you mean,'time', I'm not due for my test" Knocking resounds through the room. “Come in,” I call, switching off my monitor, the writing I was previously working on disappearing into blackness. I send a psionic flicker towards the door at the same time, knocking the latch open. A red eye peeks through the door, a natural air of timidity about it. One of my newly arrived students, no doubt, there are usually two or three in a pod of about thirty Draconiods that want to meet with their instructor ahead of time. “Hello... umm.” The fledgeling enters, slidAcorleat
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