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Once upon a time there was a man named Baassie.....


Here is your chance people: cream me! I just love the abuse!

... and that was really all there was about it. He was an average man, married to an average wife. He had two average children, an average dog and they all lived in an average house, and on the driveway he had an average car. Their neighbors were nothing special, they were also pretty average. As a matter of fact, the entire street was pretty average. Add to that fact that he lived in an average town, and had an average job, and you get an idea of his average life on average.

Well you've got to love the smilies anyway.....

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If you can't stand the heat... feel free to DIE!
Worked for every other human being I encountered so far!

Really Maurice!!
This is a chance of a lifetime I'm sure you can do much better than that

But Baassie wasn't his real name it was Skussel butt. He live in the high mountains and eat small children and hamsters (boy is minsc gonna kick your butt) Baassie a.k.a. Skussel butt had this dream of becoming the supreme ruler of the world. One day the hunger for might and blood became too much so he took his mopped and two-handed sword (+3 and some other attributes if you must know) and vent to the castle of Gamebanshee………. (Ok carry on)

Only one sentence guys and not a sentence of 30000 words. (Well, if you can do that I'll throw in an extra price!)

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If you can't stand the heat... feel free to DIE!
Worked for every other human being I encountered so far!

and as his flesh became translucent, and began dripping slowly off of his bones leaving bloody smears, reeking of gangrenous filth, he realized he needed help. So he called his average doctor...

And his average doctor supplied him with a potion of Lichdom, which he drank immediately!

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Your friendly neighborhood
Drow in Sunglasses,
Jhareth of house Noquar

And he turned into a woman called Baasia.

And in woman form of Baasia,
She took up the ars*ia.

[This message has been edited by Gruntboy (edited 01-09-2001).]

Ooh! a poet! And he didn't know it!

fearful that his/her friends may discover this horrific change, "B" extended its claws and burrowed through the dirt under its feet, creating a den where it could nurse its wounds and feed on fell meats...

This is an epic poem is it not?
Be careful, lad, or I'll whack your bot.



By hiding 'neath the borrowed ground,
She sought to hid the ass that was pound.

[This message has been edited by Gruntboy (edited 01-09-2001).]