[*launches a super delicious belgian chocolate in Snow Jade's open maw*]
Fshhh ! Fshhh ! Get away, cat ! Let me my win !
[*basks in the radiant heat of a won thread*]
Eye reign supreme. Also, France, Gnome, and Karl Sittersold
Ha ! I knew you were in cahoots with the demonic Karl Flufferbold !
But I shall vanquish, nonetheless !
And so, I win !
I deny the winning existance of gnomes and France.
Also, I play Blackjack and I win everytime.
I do know the difference between Snake Eyes and Box Cars. Snake Eyes are better is all.
That is why I win.
Seriously, M. Serpent...
You botched the contract. That's what you did... It happens to the best of us.
[*passes his hand in his jet-black air*]. Though not to all of us.
[*marks a pause and straightens his collar against the bitter cold wind*]
If I were you, I'd cut my losses.
[*fetches a pack of cigarettes from his poly-morf jacket*]
And the only one who's left still standing...
[*lights a Chinese contraband cigarette*]
Just because you have legs to stand on; that will not stop me from WINNING!
[*shakes his head*]
Too personal... can't say I'm confortable with that.
Serpent: you've got no feet... are you sure you want to dance ?
[*smiles politely and disquietingly*]
Sometimes, losing is the better course. Of course, I'm not speaking about me.
Yeah. "All good things..." and all that jazz...
[*hands a handful of neo-yen to Nasty Orc*]
For a job well done, friend, if not well understood.
[*inhales his cigarette smoke deeply, then releases it, as well as all the invisible tension built during the last minutes*]
I must go now. An appointment...
[*hops in an armored hovercraft which seemingly materialized out of thin air ; the hovercraft glides away, disappearing in the belly of the urban sprawl*]
All that mumbo jumbo just to lose
YOU lose !
The Eye ! It burns in my flames ! My beautiful flames ! Victory ! Victory !
And I thought I was having a bad hair day.
You thought correctly.
Worst hair day ever.
I suspect it happens to you a lot.
High and tight soldier! Commoner FTW!
And I am angry I will give you high and tight. just above your shoulders looks good so I won't need to see that ugly mug of yours anymore.
I win. Again. You just have to acknowledge my win.
Come on ! You know you want to do it ! That sense of closure !
Now that's what I call a bad hair day. Maybe you could do an eyebrow comb-over.
Well, Waterhammer, nobody could accuse you of having a bad hair day - you seem pretty hurricane-proof. You must spend a fortune on hair styling?
Look who's talking...
Come one, Sissyl: if you acknowledge my win, I will acknowledge yours. Sometime. In the future.
Well, bowling ball, I am not prepared to offer you that. If you acknowledge my win first, however, I can acknowledge yours. Sometime. In the future. Sweet deal huh?
Oh Sissyl B De Mille, you so crazy!
My offer is rescinded !
My righteous fury of winning will be unleashed on those who refused my generous offer of co-winning !
Practically speaking, it means that I win now. Alone, proud and well-dressed.
Except you don't win real winners are not called Quiche.
Seriously, the onlywins I acknowledge are win. Seriously...
I smurft the smurf and the smurf won.
I smurft the smuft.
The smurf won.
To Burning Straw Man: man, that's a straw man argument.
To the blue creature with a red bonnet: look into this nice Bag of Countenance... "Hooo, here at the bottom [there's no such thing in there] ! It looks like a Sphere of Annihil... !"
And I win !
takes bag and pulls it down over the gnomes head
You're not winning !
Go back to your secret socially advanced lesbo island and let me my win !
Seems like she intends to take you with her. I have no idea why, really, but if I had to guess, they are starting up a bowling alley?
Ah, of course. Thing is, though, his head has the wrong shape for that...?
[*muffled sounds from the bag*]
"Let me go out, you witch ! I'm afraid of the dark !"
Well, well, well...
It has been a long time since I paid a visit to this delusional thread and its megalomaniacal residents.
This is not a judgment value, of course. I've been professionaly trained to not do these (and it's a good thing for you, too).
You are obviously all uncomfortable around a strong mother figure...
Who would like to talk first ? You don't need to be afraid.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Fred, Fred, Fred...
Well, brother, for all your constraining goodiness, it seems I've won this thread !