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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:07 am
ladydark says...



-leaps onto Frontroy, gags him, binds him and leaves him at the alter of the almight little Z- all hail Little Z! Queen of all the members for this week!
Lady
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

"Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims." (Richard III 1.2) Shakespeare
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:11 am
deleted6 says...



MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM WMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:15 am
The Silent Aviator says...



Fontroy wrote:MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM WMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't worry, Sir, your capture was not in vain!
*rallies army breifly mentioned a few posts back*
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:17 am
deleted6 says...



MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, i rip open a bit. TRAITOR, LADY DARK IS A TRAITOR, DOWN WITH TRAITOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:18 am
ladydark says...



shhhhhh!
Lady :roll:
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

"Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims." (Richard III 1.2) Shakespeare
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:21 am
The Silent Aviator says...



A traitor...
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:21 am
deleted6 says...



TRAITOR, KILL LADY DARK, KILL ALL TRAITOR, DOWN WITH TRAITORS
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:22 am
ladydark says...



SHH! -whispers loudly- I'm not traitor... dont worry... I'm just prentending...:lol:
Lady
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

"Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims." (Richard III 1.2) Shakespeare
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:24 am
deleted6 says...



Fall asleep

talks in sleep

KILL THAT TRAITOR PULL OUT HIS/HER INNARDS, SHOW HIM/HER NO MERCY, KEEL HAUL HIM/HER
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:32 am
The Silent Aviator says...



Men, KILL THE TRAITOR!!

Crack!
Boom!
Bang!
Scream!

*Pulls defeated Lady out of bunker, loads pistol* :twisted:
Last edited by The Silent Aviator on Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:37 am, edited 1 time in total.
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:34 am
ladydark says...



-wiggles her fingers at him and disappears-

Lady
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

"Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims." (Richard III 1.2) Shakespeare
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:40 am
The Silent Aviator says...



*dumbfounded*
Okay that's it for me I'm too tired to continue.
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:41 am
deleted6 says...



wakes up

DOWN WITH ZEL, DOWN WITH ZEL RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We get off to the rhythm of the trigger and destruction. Fallujah to New Orleans with impunity to kill. We are the hidden fist of the free market.
We are the ink, we are the quill.
[The Ink And The Quill (Be Afraid) - Anti-Flag]
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:42 am
ladydark says...



hehe.. this battle shall commence another time... tomorrow! For I must sleep, or I shall pass out... farewell and good night...
Lady
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

"Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims." (Richard III 1.2) Shakespeare
  





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Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:45 am
The Silent Aviator says...



'night y'all...

I'm going to bed.
  








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