that most dreaded of hells, the circus.
The purple chap seems particularly fond of a single digit, which is often employed whenever the pointy-eared fellow is involved.Best. Line. EVAR
The purple chap seems particularly fond of a single digit, which is often employed whenever the pointy-eared fellow is involved.Sorry to express my dwarven noobyness, but what's the digit? 123456789? and what are walloons?
Reginald should be made an honorary dwarf. He is totally awesome.I'm pretty sure he'd prefer to remain his old elephant self rather than turn into an "ungraceful, unsanitary, and leaf clad digbeard."
The purple chap seems particularly fond of a single digit, which is often employed whenever the pointy-eared fellow is involved.Sorry to express my dwarven noobyness, but what's the digit? 123456789? and what are walloons?
I was quite aware of the fact that walloons are sea-going fishtypes. Secondly, I'm quite certain that they usually have skin.Not sure walloons sounds like a whale but the skeletal variety is my guess. At least thats what i think they are.
I wonder if this is really the game being played.
Not sure what woozle is referencing, but otherwise...
All hail Reginald. :)
They drink it constantly. If I did not know any better, I would think it were medicinal in nature.So right! :D
Stomp! goes the ReginaldIt's going to be legendary! :D
Imagine a vast, spiked turtle that moves aimlessly in a small patch of ground, breathes fire, and appears to be made out of some sort of shiny rock, confound it.
Sorry for necro, but this deserves a congratulation. Wonderful read.don't apologize, I would have completely missed this thread if it weren't for your timely bump.
"HOW THE BLAZES DO YOU THINK DRAGONS COME ABOUT? SPORES?"
This isn't dead, is it? :(might have been some time, but remember that Ubiq must've put a lot of effort into perfecting each of these.
Holy digbeard-deities, Reginald Goblinstomper stomps again?
Huzzah!Monk12?! What are you doing outside the Legendary Hall? Get back in your cage ya lazy bum.
Huzzah!Monk12?! What are you doing outside the Legendary Hall? Get back in your cage ya lazy bum.
"Hark ye, all and soArmok-speed, you magnificent elephant.
to this great tale
true and full of woe.
Of an elephant hale
hearty and full of life
who endlessly fell
into a valley of strife.
Seven years to the day
he happened in his
own very humble way
a trap he did sorely miss.
One would think,
for it all it mattered,
a digbeard mirror
had he shattered.
His luck never improves
his story never moves
For all that time has he spent
not knowing last whence he went.
Little thought he had gave
and forgot the time to save.
How long these things could take
if he should ever forsake
to check in on time
or to make a rhyme,
which can take a hour or two
past the point when it was due.
Reciting is its own reward
(sorry if you're getting bored)
Humblest thanks to you,
grand ladies and gents,
that's stuck clean through
all this rambling nonsense
puns atrocious and plots worse
and all without recompense.
And that's my verse."
So, Reggie old doll, what do you think?"
"I think," so I said, "dear Eustace, that Great Uncle Milton would roll around the graveyard if he could hear your treasonous foray on all that is good and decent in poetry."
Eustace's response was, as ever, appalling and not worth repeating here.
Next time: Bread? Seriously? After almost two ye-That is not dead which can eternal pontificate.
I have acquired a companion, so to speak. More a follower or hanger-on to be precise. He is another of the benighted batmen that wander these caverns though of a much, much more friendly variety. He is reputedly a bit of an outcast amongst his own kind and has been ever since felling a rampaging creature that was threatening his tribe. From what I can understand, it was a great black and white bird of steam that promptly dissolved when gently tapped with the shaft of his trusty nightcap spear. Since then, he's been an outsider from his clan. No gratitude amongst the deep classes, it seems.is. is that an Adam West's Batman reference.
I pondered for a moment what kind of mocking gods would create so many fragile monsters to throw at the world, but then I recalled that the selfsame gods also created digbeards. This is a malicious world created by malicious beings. At any rate, he seems intent on following me around though he is theoretically supposed to be showing me the way out. If nothing else, at least I have something else to talk to. My rapier wit and scintillating conversational skills are wasted on myself alone and, once you get past the "My Old Chum" every other sentence, he is an interesting fellow to talk to.