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I paraphrased the grail to tell your story, Ned. As such, it is not a misquote. You have forgotten that you *requested* a task to prove yourself. Practically begged. It is not you refusing to do my vile errands… it is you going back on your sacred word. I am ashamed for you, even if you are not wise enough to be ashamed yourself.

And what of these accusations? I need not address them, as they issue from a lying abandoner of quests, but I will just the same. It cannot be said that I treat the ladies of my court unkindly or discourteously. They all know I think highly of them - and are strong enough to speak up if I offend. While it is true I do not turn away from mocking ignorance, I at least wait for it to show itself before pouncing. I do not suffer fools gladly. Nor should anyone.

Now, back to the evil plotting:

Bloodstalker: I know you will be tempted to follow Ned down the primrose path of unbearable shame. Think for yourself first, my boy! I have already commissioned the construction of a great tavern. And contracted the finest spirit merchants in the land to keep it fully stocked. The walls I have decorated with arcane arms and the heads of 2 foul dragons I personally slew. I have staffed this bar with buxom serving wenches who stand at the ready to do the every bidding of the tavern owner, the Master of Ales. I want you to be that person, BS. In return, all I ask is for the head of your cowardly comrade, Ned. This offer stands for one day, after that, you too shall be written in the book of shame and the tavern shall pass to another.

[ 01-17-2002: Message edited by: Waverly ]

As far as turning my back on your quests, whatever. It got boring, the other people didn't want to play along. What's the point then? I made contact with all of them and they weren't interested. I'll not bother them again.

Bloodstalker,

Master of Ales?!?!?!? What's in a title. Drinkin 4,000 cans of beer over a four year college career makes you a master of ales. Drinkin cohorts don't kill drinkin' cohorts.

If you want my head, you can have it. I'm moving on, it's been a while since I mainlined some quality horse.

[ 01-17-2002: Message edited by: Ned Flanders ]

Ned, I saw your original message and am left wondering if your problem with me goes beyond good natured fun. I am going to turn my PM on for a short while. If you have something to say, I urge you to do so. While I enjoy kidding around with the denizens of GB, the flames will be real if I am sniped at.

*snipe*

*snipe*

Originally posted by Foul Dwimmerlaik:
<STRONG>*snipe*
</STRONG>

Nevermind, you are right Foul. [unnessary off board relate removed by the hand of god]

[ 01-17-2002: Message edited by: Waverly ]

Originally posted by Waverly:
<STRONG>I believe you have seen my flames, and as yet have not been man enough to respond or apologize.</STRONG>

Whoa! I must have missed something here pal. Before you go around puffing your chest out, make sure the person you're speaking to gets your drift. What exactly should I apologize for?

*Whistles to himself as he climbs the many stairs of a bell tower, a breif case in hand. Once reaching the top, and the room holding the massive bells, he places the briefcase on the floor, and begins to unpack he contents. He slowly assembles a PSG-1 Sniper Rifle, still whistleing. He goes to the balcony rail, and waits...*

*snipe snipe snipe...*

Considers Waverly's offer....tempting

However, as much as it pains me to say it,( and giving up buxom serving wenches pains me GREATLY) I have refered to some of your earlier posts, and I am left wondering something? What happens when you give me a letter to deliver for you, and the recipeient is wearing a black hood and brandishing an axe?

while a life of drunken wenching sounds suprmemly appetizing, I fear that jusdging by your thread, I would always be too busy watching my back to be watching the backsides of my wenches, which would be improper and insulting to the wenches.

Therefore, while I hope to avoid everlasting shame, I must decline your offer.

However, I have hope that you will pity my plight and delima, and at least offer me a few beers and an hour of wenching in rememberence of prior service rendered.

*was drunk most of the time, but the has to have been SOMETHING I did in here besides drink*

I tried to PM you but it wouldn't send.

Originally posted by Waverly:
<STRONG>Nevermind, you are right Weasel.

[unnessary off board relate removed by the hand of COMM, mighty COMM, the idea that moved not a nation, but the WORLD!!]

</STRONG>

For the kind words.......

I bestow on you the rank..Sir Val. Now get your cohort..Sir Puffin to lay down the probes and join COMM.

[ 01-18-2002: Message edited by: Weasel ]

*KidD kneel before Waverly*
Lord Waverly, seems like we have misguided spammer calling themselves as Commies rampaging this SYM board. Please lead The Spammers to battle and be victoriuos once more !

Mr. Foul, sir? I think I'm supposed to give this note to you.... but I'm not sure....

@Ned and BS - My apologies for my forced absence. I inadvertantly swallowed one of the green and blue capsules in my briefcase. I was subsequently held captive by a score of large lizards playing roulette and keno. They were quite hideous, and terrible gamblers to boot.

I see that your quest has been in vain, however, we may still dispense the contents of said briefcase at our leisure....

Originally posted by Gwalchmai:
<STRONG>Mr. Foul, sir? I think I'm supposed to give this note to you.... but I'm not sure....</STRONG>

*takes crumpled note from Gwalchmai, wipes off the grime left on it from G.'s sweaty palms and tries to read it*

G'mai: I can not read this obscure and discolored text. Translate.

Foul, sir, um... King Waverly told me not to read it... I can't help you... sorry? *Gwalchmai squeeks and cowers*

@Mcbane, glad to see you arrived safely. Now, let's have a look at that briefcase.

Looks over Gwall'y shoulder to read the letter.........

Is immediatly glad he turned down Waverly's offer.

Originally posted by Gwalchmai:
<STRONG>Foul, sir, um... King Waverly told me not to read it... I can't help you... sorry? *Gwalchmai squeeks and cowers*</STRONG>

Thanks to my spy in (snicker) King (snicker) Waverly's court....I have a copy.


Action: 99234

Subject: Failure to contain COMM

Dear Witchqueen,

The battle goes bad for our side. I take this time to tell you I will be going over to the COMM's. It will be a secret. The Most Holy of the Holy COMM's has given me a mission to get the SPAMMMERS off guard so COMM can get the killing blow over with as little blood as possible.

I ask you to join the COMM's so my plan looks better.


Your Royal pain in the butte'

Waverly.

It seems the COMM are getting a bit nervous... By now, you should all know Spam rules supreme!

Originally posted by Cheysul
MY achievments? well, I am getting drunk, that count? by the way, whats comm?

COMM is the source of light in this world. Our task is to remove vile spam from this board, and return things to the right way they should be. We will COMM to the death...

Originally posted by Nippy


COMM is the source of light in this world. Our task is to remove vile spam from this board, and return things to the right way they should be. We will COMM to the death...

Well I thought so to, but that is not the way of the COMM. The way of the COMM involves treachery, backstabbing, the destruction of the board, being infiltrated by The Foul without asking questions. It could be a shining path of truth, but is not so.

It is returning the board to how it should be, but that's another matter entirely.