Artimus Gigan
12-31-2003, 10:17 PM
I told ya I'd write it and I did....because I was bored
(it's in old skewed english to add added effect)
Thince long ago in arges past thine before kurrent. Thine was a haven ov trith and jusct were ther be kommon talk of menacings on television. Barth from thy narth a'skourge arose to slay thy day and brin farth nite. Lo' said thine Skourge mein shall be the fell of day and brunger of nite so says I. But larf they did the two whom were knew as Wilson King of Thy Lite and the Starnder of Thy Land. They k'westend thine skourge and slay him for hoth they be incase of jackass. Thine both thunk the land be sufe but uurnfarnised k'warrlins be nort at thine rust. Lo' said thy Skourge I shell return under guidance of Orcus and shall slay thine barth with insalts to thors muthars. Arnd as history proven tru, thine King of Thy Lite and Starnder of Thy Land slew fartht he beast tu bark where he kam. Thine skourge porven tu bea marst impatient skreemed twards the heavens arnd praised Orcus to endowver him. Thine Orcus replied, thy skourge they musted kick thine both in thine sak arf bells by thee. Thus Skourge replied, but howeth Loard Orcus? For they computer are not mien, and thus not sacking arf bells be taketh place. Orcus thine said, thy stoopid farce, insult thy barth with dreded name arf fule and insult thy entertainment arf both! So thy Skourge did and thine again was slain. Thy Skourge then with final harp asked Orcus for on larst azeal, thus Orcus replied, threaten their kaptain and strike they fear into they navels! So on thy day of thy month of larst thy Skourge marked a'starnd, arnd sharted to thine hiest hills and spokered, HAIL THY KAPTAIN THY SHALL BE SLAIN AND EATEN THINE FLESH BY A LARGE TRIDENT! Lo' The King of Lite was awoken and Starnder of Thy Land drew hes blade of justise, thy king of thy light said, Lo' Skourge I am Thy King of thy Lite arnd this bea mein realm arf power, thoust hast be'acomin arnd taken mein tarme and sparce, and thus they Starnder of Land gav the feinal blarw, and slew thy Skourge and thus a new age was runged in...
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(it's in old skewed english to add added effect)
Thince long ago in arges past thine before kurrent. Thine was a haven ov trith and jusct were ther be kommon talk of menacings on television. Barth from thy narth a'skourge arose to slay thy day and brin farth nite. Lo' said thine Skourge mein shall be the fell of day and brunger of nite so says I. But larf they did the two whom were knew as Wilson King of Thy Lite and the Starnder of Thy Land. They k'westend thine skourge and slay him for hoth they be incase of jackass. Thine both thunk the land be sufe but uurnfarnised k'warrlins be nort at thine rust. Lo' said thy Skourge I shell return under guidance of Orcus and shall slay thine barth with insalts to thors muthars. Arnd as history proven tru, thine King of Thy Lite and Starnder of Thy Land slew fartht he beast tu bark where he kam. Thine skourge porven tu bea marst impatient skreemed twards the heavens arnd praised Orcus to endowver him. Thine Orcus replied, thy skourge they musted kick thine both in thine sak arf bells by thee. Thus Skourge replied, but howeth Loard Orcus? For they computer are not mien, and thus not sacking arf bells be taketh place. Orcus thine said, thy stoopid farce, insult thy barth with dreded name arf fule and insult thy entertainment arf both! So thy Skourge did and thine again was slain. Thy Skourge then with final harp asked Orcus for on larst azeal, thus Orcus replied, threaten their kaptain and strike they fear into they navels! So on thy day of thy month of larst thy Skourge marked a'starnd, arnd sharted to thine hiest hills and spokered, HAIL THY KAPTAIN THY SHALL BE SLAIN AND EATEN THINE FLESH BY A LARGE TRIDENT! Lo' The King of Lite was awoken and Starnder of Thy Land drew hes blade of justise, thy king of thy light said, Lo' Skourge I am Thy King of thy Lite arnd this bea mein realm arf power, thoust hast be'acomin arnd taken mein tarme and sparce, and thus they Starnder of Land gav the feinal blarw, and slew thy Skourge and thus a new age was runged in...
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