So, it's December! You all looking forward to christmas?
Isn't it great? I love this time of year, the snow and the city in with all the lights... Aarhus is very pretty when it's christmas. The streets are cowered in lights and hearts and whatever...
In the spirit of christmas, i changed my avatar to something christmassy...
The only down node is that it's friggin cold getting out on my paper route....
meh, it's alright. i still have presents to buy, and quite a lot, since my parents have their birthdays in january, but it'll be quite nice, meeting the relations and all. lousy weather though.
still, i'll get into the mood with a temporary festive avatar
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
hmm, i wonder how many people can be interested in getting avatars with santa hats?
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
whoo! with frogus on board we're now up to three! go us.
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
@Rob; If ye could, I´d be mighty interested! (see the attachement, you´re my trusted avatar maker now, ya know? ) Ye can give it a santa hat ifyawanna!
Just take whatever part you want from the picture, hopefully the head. (since a knife would look bizarre with a santa hat on )
@BM; That´s one wicked av ya got there, punkie!
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oh, sorry, you must mean amother weakling. whoops.
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
EDIT - w00t! Christmas spirit! And some that isn't eggnog!
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@kam: hell yeah! not that eggnog's a bad thing, mind...
@jae: something like this?
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Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
Icewind Gate IIImproved engine, third edition rules and the full BG2 storyline.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.
--Matt Groening
cheers, although the edges are a bit scrappy against the black. i've made a slightly better one
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Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
Icewind Gate IIImproved engine, third edition rules and the full BG2 storyline.
If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.
--Matt Groening
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Originally posted by fable You're all more evil than Weasel.
There's no point trying to hide it from us fable - we all know exactly why you posted in this thread. I don't mind one bit, you could have just asked
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LOL! I have to hand it to you--I'm a strong appreciator of single-minded silliness. So where do I link to use your icon until the Solstice has passed?
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Originally posted by fable LOL! I have to hand it to you--I'm a strong appreciator of single-minded silliness. So where do I link to use your icon until the Solstice has passed?
Wahey!
Just download it, and you can link avatars straight off your hard drive, because they automatically upload to GB. Just make sure you've got a copy of the original avatar, for afterwards when you want to go back.
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bugger. and i was just about to start on Fable's too. ah well...
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
