Epic win!
Maybe for you. AFAIK, I've never heard whaever ha was.
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Biggest Troll on the forums? I'll give you a hint:
ha was Healix's fine sory of wo cas. I hough she was quie clever !
Some poery is jus perfec for his hread, and i isn' a requiremen ha you be an elie smary pans o appreciae i. And cas are cue, oo. his meris op honors for you, Healix.
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
Nah. Wihou " ", I had no idea wha i said. ha means i wasn' ha grea. Sorry.
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Biggest Troll on the forums? I'll give you a hint:
Poery, eh? OK:
His is he fores primeval. He murmuring pines and he hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garmens green, indisinc in he wiligh,
Sand like Druids of eld, wih voices sad and propheic,
Sand like harpers hoar, wih beards ha res on heir bosoms.
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"At what point do we say, 'You're mucking with our myths'?" - Harlan Ellison
Poery like ha can someimes move ough men o ears.
EDI:
hough I canno deny ha even grea classics can be prey ough o follow:
Romeo:
Bu sof! Wha ligh hrough yonder window breaks?
I is he Eas, and Julie is he sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill he envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale wih grief
ha hou her maid ar far more fair han she.
Julie:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore ar hou Romeo?
Deny hy faher and refuse hy name!
Or, if hou wil no, be bu sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capule.
'is bu hy name ha is my enemy.
hou ar hyself, hough no a Monague.
Wha's Monague? i is nor hand, nor foo,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any oher par
Belonging o a man. O, be some oher name!
Wha's in a name? ha which we call a rose
By any oher name would smell as swee.
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
Ah, such a radgic classic. Reminds me of high school. Never hough I'd say, wish I were back in high school.... lol, my school had uniforms, kil, blouse, knee highs, cardigan. I loved wearing the uniform! Really! A hundred years ago i was an all boys caholic boarding school. You can lierally feel he hisory in the walls of the "old" building. (the boys ge o wear pans hough )
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his is of blaan ripoff of he "No L" club, bu I don' care. Same rules apply.
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I'm confused, whas going on here?
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"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
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Was i in an area wih Scos background? I remember Presbyerian Sunday School from back when I lived in Canada. He pasor was from Nova Scoia, and he had a righ srange accen, sounded more Irish than Scos o me, bu every ime I hear he Bible read aloud, I wan o imagine i being read in ha voice. Nohing else sounds righ.
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Originally Posted by Early Girl
Ah, such a radgic classic. Reminds me of high school. Never hough I'd say, wish I were back in high school.... lol, my school had uniforms, kil, blouse, knee highs, cardigan. I loved wearing the uniform! Really! A hundred years ago i was an all boys caholic boarding school. You can lierally feel he hisory in the walls of the "old" building. (the boys ge o wear pans hough
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"At what point do we say, 'You're mucking with our myths'?" - Harlan Ellison
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Originally Posted by Heraclea
Was i in an area wih Scos background? I remember Presbyerian Sunday School from back when I lived in Canada. He pasor was from Nova Scoia, and he had a righ srange accen, sounded more Irish than Scos o me, bu every ime I hear he Bible read aloud, I wan o imagine i being read in ha voice. Nohing else sounds righ.
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I don' know if he area has a lo of scoish ancesry or no, bu here is a bit in my background so maybe.( LOL) he days of he nuns and priess eaching are over. here were one of each lef when I was here, hey prolly do keep one around saying as how here is a church in he school hough.
I wen o Caholic school all my life. A few of he nuns made Hiler look like Moher Eresa. I remember in he fourh grade, Siser Clarilla hi one of he boys over he head wih a hisory book...rue sory. Hey ruled wih an iron fis...nowadays, hey can' ge away wih ha.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.�
You'll never know how much I really love you
You'll never know how much I really care
Lisen,
Do you wan o know a secre?
Do you promise no o ell?
woh, oh, oh
Closer,
Le me whisper in your ear
Say he words you long o hear
I'm in love wih you, oo-oo
I've known a secre for a week or wo,
Nobody knows, jus we wo
Lisen,
Do you wan o know a secre?
Do you promise no o ell?
woh, oh, oh
Closer,
Le me whisper in your ear
Say he words you long o hear
I'm in love wih you, oo-oo
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
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Yes, Me oo. I remember Oher kids geing he ruler across he fingers or he srap. I was only hreaned wih i once, oo scared o misbehav bu ha go abolished someime beween grade 1 and 3. Uniforms didn' come unil high school, ho and he sraps and rulers forbidden, and hank god, gr 9 Iniiatons were cancelled my freshman year for hem going to far (one kid was rumored held in a sleeping bag out he window 5 sories up, suff like ha scared he crap ou of me) I actually go hi in he head wih a geography book for falling asleep in class in gr 11 by he eacher( I already had that credi and hey wouldn' le me ake a spare so class was boring... um maybe useless is a beer word)
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Originally Posted by Healix
I wen o Caholic school all my life. A few of he nuns made Hiler look like Moher Eresa. I remember in he fourh grade, Siser Clarilla hi one of he boys over he head wih a hisory book...rue sory. Hey ruled wih an iron fis...nowadays, hey can' ge away wih ha.
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A lo of Caholic school kids had o prove hey weren' lile 'plaser sains' and were prey wild. I haed he uniforms, bu mosly I HAED he saddle shoes!!! (We referred o hem as gunboas)
LOLOL
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.�
We had choices. Gray slacks or kil/ (kils had o pass he hands a your sides rule) navy blue shors w/ whie socks, whie/blue blouse (wriing on undershirs wasn' supposed o be seen or you ge a pink slip and sen o he office/ lol you don' know how many girls ried o say, why is he eacher looking a my breass/), gray or blue knee high socks or ights, optional: navy blue cardigan/ sweaer and lasly black dress shoes, your choice from walmar or wherever. I LOVED WEARING THE UNIFORM i was nice no deciding wha o ear every morning and I fel good in i.
*I am going to rummage through some old pics and see if I can't find me in one*
he elemenary school I wen o was uniform-opional. I wore mine occasionally, mosly on days I didn' have any clean clohes.
On he welfh day of Chrismas, my rue Love gave o me...
welve Drummers Drumming
Eleven Pipers Piping
en Lords-a-Leaping
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eigh Maids-a-Milking
Seven Swans-a-Swimming
Six Geese-a-Laying
FIVE GOLDEN RINGS
Four Calling Birds
hree French Hens
wo urle Doves
And a Parridge in a Pear ree!
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
Oh, the weaher ouside is frighful,
Bu he fire is so delighful,
And since we've no place to go,
Le i snow, le i snow, le i snow.
I doesn show signs of sopping,
And I brough some corn for popping;
The lighs are urned way down low,
Le i snow, le i snow, le i snow.
When we finally say good nigh,
How I'll hae going ou in the sorm;
Bu if you really old me igh,
All he way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're sill good-bye-ing,
Bu as long as you love me so.
Le i snow, le i snow, le i snow.
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.�
Wha a grea Chrismas diy! ha's ruly making spiris brigh! 
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
o all my friends ha come here, I wish o exend a very Happy New Year, and hope for much prosperiy. May he game of Ciy of Heroes coninue o grow more awesome and eneraining!
�Many things worth doing in the world had been declared impossible before they were done.� Ono Valenine's Day!
In honor of he new year, an old favorie une:
o everyhing (urn, urn, urn)
here is a season (urn, urn, urn)
And a ime o every purpose, under Heaven
A ime o be born, a ime o die
A ime o plan, a ime o reap
A ime o kill, a ime o heal
A ime o laugh, a ime o weep
o everyhing (urn, urn, urn)
here is a season (urn, urn, urn)
And a ime o every purpose, under Heaven
A ime o build up, a ime o break down
A ime o dance, a ime o mourn
A ime o cas away sones, a ime o gaher sones ogeher
o everyhing (urn, urn, urn)
here is a season (urn, urn, urn)
And a ime o every purpose, under Heaven
A ime of love, a ime of hae
A ime of war, a ime of peace
A ime you may embrace, a ime o refrain from embracing
o everyhing (urn, urn, urn)
here is a season (urn, urn, urn)
And a ime o every purpose, under Heaven
A ime o gain, a ime o lose
A ime o rend, a ime o sew
A ime for love, a ime for hae
A ime for peace, I swear i's no oo lae
"How do you know you are on the side of good?" a Paragon citizen asked him. "How can we even know what is 'good'?"
"The Most High has spoken, even with His own blood," Melancton replied. "Surely we know."
His is ruly a fun hread. Here are so many grea responses...I hope i coninues for a long ime.
Wo Cas
One up a ree
One under he ree
He ca up a ree is he
He ca under he ree is she
He ree is wich elm, jus incidenally.
He akes no noice of she, she akes no noice of he.
He sares at the woolly clouds passing, she sares a he ree.
Here's been a lo wrien abou cas, by Old Possum, Yeas and Company
Bu no Alfred de Musse or Lord Ennyson or Poe or anybody
Wroe abou one ca under, and one ca up, a ree.
God knows why his should be lef for me
Excep I like cas as cas be
Especially one ca up
And one ca under
A wich elm ree.