I am quite cross indeed! I was "working" with a seemingly hale and hardy young man when he died of a massive aneurysm caused by an undiagnosed congenital defect only fifteen hours into our session! I hadn't gotten him to the point where he began to like it just to make him not like it again yet. Why, he hadn't even lost his voice from screaming: he could still manage a hoarse croak!
The very idea of someone begging to be freed from care by the sweet embrace of death and then receiving said embrace without my permission!
:takes a deep breath, smooths frock coat:
Jambi! Set out a bed of coals for me to lie upon. I am tumescent, and require stimulation so I can achieve ... release...
The next poster will towel me off after I am finished.
|Todd, The Infernal Janitor|
|Iron Federation Drone|
Oh, yes. Hundreds of them, of many different kinds. It would be really hard for the Iron Federation to function without them, especially after we put a fair chunk of the portal network on lockdown following a demonic invasion incident. We still don't know who in the worlds thought hooking up a gate to the Abyss to the transportation network was a good idea...
The next poster does.
Oh yes. He was a great strapping fellow, so his skin fit quite nicely over my... well, let's just say I live a life of leisure and prosperity, and my body reflects that.
I thought I looked quite dashing, but his family seemed unsettled when I (disguised as the Earl) came home to dinner. I don't know what kind of man the Earl was, but his wife and children could not look me in the eye, and actually burst into tears a few times.
I'll me interested to see if this reaction continues when I attend young Lucille's harpsichord recital two days hence.
The next poster attends to my collection of disguise skins, keeping them fresh and intact.
One dire skunk skin, check!
One dire dung beetle skin, check!
Half a horse's ass skin, check!
One dire fox skin, check! - hmmm will have to remind GoatToucher not to talk while wearing this one
One dire worm skin, check!
One slime/ooze skin, check!
The next poster is currently the champion!
|Iron Federation Drone|
|The Big Bad Wolf of Karazhan|
I think that makes me his Grandfather.
Ho de doe. Doily foe. Wash and wit and fallow.
Hor de derve. Daily verve. Sit and eat the mallow!
For come as he. Both as we. Cannot taste the mar.
Ho de doe. Boil'd and grow. Bend down to find the star!
Just totally made that stuff up on the spot.^
The next poster has fathered thousands of offspring.
*A dreamy-type of unfocused camera pans across the nursery. Plucked string music plays from somewhere winding up to a crescendo as JTDV steps on to center stage.
*The scratch of a record stops the music as the camera comes into focus.
JTDV says, "I have them on a working conveyor belt right this second. The batter is ready and I'm just doing quality control checks on random progenies before starting it up."
The next poster also enjoys doughnuts.
|Mohrlex the Reborn|
I had this pile of junk piled in my lair, it was becoming an annoyance because I barely could move in the middle of so much junk.
So this adventurers came, took almost all my junk and sold it. I think they are even wearing a piece or two of my junk.
I tend to think of adcenturers as the garbage picking service that nature gives us (I wish they didn't try to kill me each time they come for my junk)
The next poster found something unexpected in my junk.
Hmmmm. Getting confused here. So I'm agreeing with the person who agreed with the person who disagreed with the person who knows how the second person gets behinds in business, but made it look like they disagreed with the person who disagreed? Ug.
Let's go back to the "behinds in business" and try it this way:
A) I don't like big butts - a lie
B) I like big butts - cannot be a lie
Ah, okay so it's B, and I think I just agreed to something.
The next poster will tell me what I won for getting the question right.
|First Mate Sandara Quinn|
|Champion Bugler Longears|
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לִצְפּוֹרלִצְפּוֹרלִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹרלִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר
לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹרלִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר
לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹרלִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר לִצְפּוֹר
There you go - the Mizrahi Last Post. You're welcome.
The next poster has also been made welcome, and is not entirely happy about it.
|Lady Audrey Strongshield|