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08-08-2003, 01:39 AM
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*roya goes over to the sobbing Sauron*
Roya: Oh whats the matter with you? It was a nonmanogamus relationship! Cant you find aother person to have your Jollies with while i am away?
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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08-08-2003, 02:17 AM
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Sauron: No cuz I'm a guy! If I was Saurooookatt I could get back my relationship with-- *sudden realization* I'm omnipotent. I can do whatever the feck I want.
*There was a snap and a flash as turned into Saurooookatt* Saurooookatt: There. I hope you don't mind being married to a girl. *Give Roya a look and a wink then moves off before she can get hit.* Now where is my precious little Grima? OOC: There is someone for everyone. You just have to be the right everyone.  Oh and I really really really hope you don't mind being married to a girl. *winkwinknudgenudgesaynomore* 
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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08-08-2003, 03:36 PM
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KATT HAS FUN (SAPPY)
*Clothed all in white, Saurooookatt stood in the main hall of Orcanith looking down at the ruined city of Isanguard. Grima Wormtounge stood by her side, clothed in black, not quite at the same eye level.*
SK: It saddens you, does it not? Our city, our modern paradise, smashed to ruins? Grima: Yes Master. All our work brought down to nothing. SK: Not nothing Grima. *turns to him* I have become the most powerful person in Middle Earth. Those who “oppose me” eat and drink at my table as friends. Now we are truly modern. We do not kill our enemies, me marry them or make them our friends. *Turns out to the sky* This is the dawn of a new civilization, and I am it’s Queen. But you know what they say, *Turns and stares into Grima’s eyes* every queen must have her king. Grima: I do not understand Master. SK: *turns out again* Of course, technically I am king and Roya is my Queen, *turns back to Grima* But it is a non-monogamous relationship. Grima: *Surprised, starts to babble* Master, as you most humble servant I couldn’t hope to presume— SK: *sweetly but still powerful* Dear Grima. What ever did I do to deserve you? How can I repay you? I know you wanted the Lady Eowyn, but that is impossible now she is engaged to Farimir; I would hate to create problems among “friends”. But *pause* you have me. Grima: *Catching on* Master, I— SK: It’s mistress, Grima. I am female you know. *moves close and lowers voice* Whisper your poisoned words in my ear, Grima. Twisted words that capture the soul. Whisper them to another king like Theoden on his throne. Poison my soul, my little Wormtounge. Grima: *slowly* I would know not what to say. SK: Tell me that the world is mine. Tell me with my trusted servant by my side I shall never fail. Tell me you have thought of this day. *Their faces were inches apart. Grima looked into her eyes, his mouth opened slightly from the intake of breath that he used for his answer.* Grima: Yes mistress. *There was not much of a pause before she kissed him and wrapped her arm around his neck, causing him to pull back, but not too far. His skin was cold and soft like a salamander. His breath, like dragons, rasped against her cheek. He kissed her and wrapped his arms around her; like heaven to angels it was for these devils.* OOC: Next part is censored not because it is too risky for entmoot, but I don’t think some of you *coughRoyacough* want to read it.
*Use your imagination as to what happened next. I sure did. (sigh!)*
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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08-09-2003, 12:59 AM
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OOC: Oh eh! By god katt! Have more dignity than that!
*just then, Of all people, Roya waltzes in* Roya: Oh dear. Jack: WHat the feck! a shark attack victim fresh after the bite is a prettier picture than that! *gags* Katt: *hurries to get something on* Uh, how nice of you to drop in, er, dear? Roya: ANd to think i am married to that.
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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08-09-2003, 01:10 AM
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OOC: DIGNATY? What do you call flouncing around with a bloody pirate (even if he is Jack Sparrow) like some Nancing Whore? At least this is my TRUSTED advisor. Lot more TRUSTED than YOU I assure you.
  Katt: Damn it. I thought you were still in Mordor. *Katt sits on the bed. Grima got out of bed wrapped in a sheet, but Katt pulled him back and kissed him before he left. Katt looked defiantly at Roya. Roya: Grima? Grima Wormtounge? The slime? Katt: Don't talk about Grima that way. Roya: Ug! I'll never share you're bed again! Katt: What, it's not as dirty as that pirate's! Roya: *surging with anger* Jack, leave us please. *Jack left rather quickly.* Katt: Who elses bed have you been mucking around in? Roya: No ones. Katt: Then fine. The score is one to one. Not like you would beat me anyway. Roya: HA! If anyone knew about your recent bedmate, there'd be lines to get away from you. Katt: Oh and you'd do any better. The smell of that pirate would fend off anyone who thought your looks were any good. Roya: I bet by the end of the week I'll have had a hundred more men than you. Katt: Make it men AND women and name your price. OOC: Ooh! Looks like fun!
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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08-09-2003, 01:21 AM
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OOC: hehehehe....This is way to much for the moot...but the bet is on!
Roya: Oh? Well, then i will have you know i have bedded many people, not just jack. Katt: WHAT? Roya: Hey, when you didnt have the stuff to satisfy me, i go to others that do. Katt: Are you mocking my equipment ? Roya: Damn straight. Know i know why you invested in all the impressive armor, you were lacking something... Katt: Hey, thats just mean! Roya: ha, Celeborn and even Glorfindel have better skills-not to mention equipment-than you! Katt: You slept with ELVES!! Roya: Yep, loads of em. HEy if you sleep with that slime i sleep with them. Not only elves but also their Patron Vala too!
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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08-09-2003, 01:31 AM
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OOC: I'm IMing my old boyfriend about this and he says he's a lot better than Grima.
Katt: I've slept with plenty of elves. The Twins for one, and dont' think that wasn't me. THAT was a night to remember. *laughs* I'll never forget the look on your face when you heard about that. Roya: Now don't bring that up. Katt: As for valar, I never actually got around to it. But you know I created the balrogs, and that get's you good and hot. Roya: You didn't Katt: Every single one. But you know the real way to crossbreed orcs and men? Roya: Urg! Katt: Of course, my fighting Uruk Hai were the best. *sigh* too bad they're all dead. *eyes light up* Hey, now there's a thought. Roya: No you don't! You're not proving you've had more people than me, just that you're sicker! Edit: Katt: Oh! I forgot about the off worlders. Maybe you don't want to hear about that. Did you know that Klingons-- Roya: *snapping* Stop it!
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." Last edited by Katt_knome_hobbit : 08-10-2003 at 02:36 AM. |
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08-10-2003, 09:34 PM
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Roya: Nor will i forget that time either. You are one sick puppy. I still am not quite whole from that.
Katt: *laughs insanley* ROya: Aw shut up. *thwack. Katt goes out like a light*
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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08-11-2003, 04:38 PM
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OOC: I was just about to ask why no one else has written in a while. Big mystery eh? We do seem to take over threads don't we Roya?
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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08-11-2003, 05:13 PM
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OOC: Aye, buncha american marines we are!
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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08-14-2003, 05:32 PM
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OOC: Oh. Bugger. I thought of it more as an infestation of ants or termites
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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08-18-2003, 01:17 AM
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How so? We are but two? Ants are many! (i hate ants, I have fun dismembering them) I think this is dead. Get Ear to close it, or chuck it in the Moot garabage can.
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. |
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