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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Jan 22, 2008 23:14:38 GMT -5
A charlattan is a man who makes false claims to be one better than themselves. The art of wrestling is one and the same as that of war, the goals identical. That is, unless you derive pleasure from poling up and grappling with other men, which may explain your misinterpretation.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 0:10:31 GMT -5
Ok well a poser is someone who acts like something that they arent. Which would be you Sir Lancealot. Go back to the renaissance fair and sell your little rubber weapons, and if you step back in here talking about grappling with men and trying desperatly to talk proper like you're better then all of us, I will take your weapons and i will shove them up your ass. Got it?
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 0:48:00 GMT -5
Such a vile display of anger by the dark souls who wander through these halls. Luckily, my Master will allow me the chance to enlighten you all to the evils of the world around you; to remove the impurities from your soul.
My Master will allow me to do so by any means necessary.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 1:10:42 GMT -5
Kind of like Malcome X, by any means necissary? Just what exactly do you plan on doing?
To himself: Ok this guy has me a little creeped out. I hope the cameras are getting this.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 1:14:21 GMT -5
Cameras? No witnesses can save you, they can only stare in wonder as I peel the flesh from your bones and bask in the punishment brought down upon a man pretending to be what he is not.
What, shocked I knew what you were thinking? Mortals have such an awful tendency of allowing their simple thoughts to show through; weak fools.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 1:24:20 GMT -5
Peel the flesh off of my bones? Listen, your not immortal. You aren't supernatural. You're nothing more than just another guy trying to intimidate us with your creepy antics and your failed attempt at being "evil". You aren't a demon, you knew what i was thinking because i SAID IT TO MYSELF, and you aren't intimidating. The only flesh thats going to be peeled is that of your head after i throw a chair straight into it. Run along now back into that shadows and look for a lesser man to throw your useless threats at.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 1:31:21 GMT -5
Useless threats? The first born of Egypt thought much of my "useless" threats when I slaughtered them all.
The citizens of Sodom thought much of my threats when the entire town was devoured by flames at my hands.
The God you people all worship and love will think much of my threats when I strike Him down and take His place on the throne!
And you will think much of my threats when I defeat you and punish you for all you have done wrong.
I am not a demon, I am not an angel, I am not a mortal. I am simply me, a superior form of existence in comparison to you all.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 1:36:39 GMT -5
Then why are you wrestling? Why arent you like... in Iraq? Or punishing George W. Bush for all the wrong he's done? What are you going to do to the world when you're fighting 16 people here. Who haven't done anything to make you or your "Master" angry. I think your master is just jealous because he has no athletic talent. So he's sicking his BITCH on everyone to do what he can't. If that's the case. You two need to get your priorities straight.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 1:45:11 GMT -5
I am wrestling because my Master asked me to come here and take care of business, he assures me this is a vital step towards me going face to face with the God who denied me. The Master is the only being willing to take me in after I fell and for that I owe him so.
Do I understand it?
No, I do not.
But do I accept it?
With all of my cold, empty heart; the same heart that will feel no pain when I strike you down where you stand.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 1:52:36 GMT -5
Do it. Strike me. Or do you not have enough supernatural balls? Your master, is messing with you. You do as he pleases and he likes it. You are his puppet, he's the puppet master. So go ahead, do as "master" tell you and stike me down, right here.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 2:06:31 GMT -5
I do as my Master pleases, you are correct. That is because he saved me from myself, from an eternity of wandering the Earth as the Fallen One or an even worse fate in the fiery pits of Hell where the First of the Fallen resides.
As for being a puppet, you don't seem to understand how much of a puppet you really are, all of you really are. God manipulates you all to His bidding, along beings such as myself, beings already cast out of His graces, can truly control our own actions.
I know I was once a puppet but I am now free, you have no clue you still are one and that's the saddest part of it all.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 2:12:37 GMT -5
Well I don't believe in God. So...pretty sure I do things for myself. You, your master says, and you do. Puppet.
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Jan 23, 2008 2:22:20 GMT -5
Ok well a poser is someone who acts like something that they arent. Which would be you Sir Lancealot. Go back to the renaissance fair and sell your little rubber weapons, and if you step back in here talking about grappling with men and trying desperatly to talk proper like you're better then all of us, I will take your weapons and i will shove them up your ass. Got it? OOC: I'm not sure whether you've taken a look at my wrestler's bio, but he's not posing, he's deluded to the point where he actually believes he's a D&D character. Or maybe you're just playing your guy in a condescending way? Either way, this will be interesting... IC: Your coersion tactics wield no power over me. I speak as required of one who holds land and title. If you wish to speak with me, kindly address me as Sir Brisbane, Knight of the Rose, as I have earned the privilage. And if my mannerisms disturb or offend you, then suppose perhaps the error is your own for feelings of inadequacy.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 2:27:29 GMT -5
I'll call you whatever i want to call you. You hold no power over anyone here. In this land, you must prove your worth in the ring. Then once you do maybe I'll call you what you want. But untill then Brisbane. I'll call you whateve the fuck i want.
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Jan 23, 2008 2:33:46 GMT -5
I will admit, I am a guest in this land. For that, you are lucky. For in my homeland, I would cut you down without a though. Fortune has smiled upon thee, for the honor of a knight requires lawfulness, and as such I must obey the rules of this domain. But I forewarn you, the law will only protect you so long, for each taunt that you speak unto me shall be revisted to you when you step into the ring.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 2:33:48 GMT -5
Such a vile mouth, there's a reason those words are profane and unused by civilized tongues. However, that matters not to you; does it? No, you will continually disgrace yourself and all those around you with the evil flame burning in your soul until someone like me finally comes to extinguish it.
As for the knight, I fear you not. I have stood against the best the Age of Kings could offer and I made them tremble in their boots at my might and fury. The Crusades were simply a trial run for the pain I put those wretched servants of that...that GOD, that God who hurt me so.
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Jan 23, 2008 2:48:52 GMT -5
Against you, Dark Stranger, I have no quarrel. I ask not for fear, but respect. If you are so powerful as you claim to be, I look forward to seeing you on the battlefield.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 2:57:32 GMT -5
Battlefields? Crusades? Wake up from the fucking dream you guys. This is wrestling not World Of fucking Warcraft. You make me want to...you make me...I'm outta here. If you guys wanna stop living in fantasy world I'm gonna go outside, if you wanna fight, come out. If not, then I'm gonna sleep.
(with that Magnum walks out of the locker room)
What have i gotten myself in to?
OOC: I'm going to bed you guys later. Good stuff.
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Post by Sir Feyd Brisbane on Jan 23, 2008 3:06:50 GMT -5
That man must be crazy, I daresay. Such verbal ejaculations are quite odd. I wonder what this World of Warcraft is... Perhaps some far off battlefield where I might gain experience? Or perhaps to amass the fortune to build a stronghold in this realm.
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Post by Mortus on Jan 23, 2008 9:34:42 GMT -5
You're almost as shit-ass-crazy as my brother is, talking all that grade-A-wankery and what not.
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Post by Craig Christ on Jan 23, 2008 9:40:05 GMT -5
You're almost as shit-ass-crazy as my brother is, talking all that grade-A-wankery and what not. Don't get me started on crazy brothers.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 20:06:04 GMT -5
OOC: Lol that made me laugh.
IC: Yeah these guys are fucking whack jobs.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 23:16:15 GMT -5
Insanity is an abstract determined by the morals and standards placed upon people by their society. I am above those simple distinctions just as I am above you.
If you had seen the things I have seen, done the things I have done, and suffered the fate I have suffered; you would too see the world much differently.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 23, 2008 23:18:25 GMT -5
What fate did you suffer? Are we really supposed to sit here and believe that you are some all powerful being? I think you're full of shit.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 23, 2008 23:53:53 GMT -5
All powerful? No, not yet. I am simply a creature wearing flesh too malleable to contain my spirit, bones to brittle to know my true might, organs too weak to truly power me. Of course, the same can be said of all mortal beings.
My only true power lies in two things; my knowledge of the realities of this world and my drive to reach the unreachable, the Gates of Heaven itself. If I must crush you all under my footsteps to reach those Gates, then so be it.
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 24, 2008 0:00:44 GMT -5
So its kind of like you're trying to buy a stairway? Well uhh...good...luck with...that. You fucking freak.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 24, 2008 0:02:58 GMT -5
You equate the ancient art of combat with purchasing a staircase from a merchant!? You really are the simplest of creations...
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Post by Bright on Jan 24, 2008 0:03:13 GMT -5
The scene is a dimly lit circular room. The moonlight from the frosty window bathes the room in it's humble glow. Cob Webs ominously peer over the surroundings, including one plush arm chair. An arm reaches from the chair, beaconing for an objects. In one swipe, it latches on to a telescope standing on a tri-pod. The Telescope leaves a trail of dust as it is drawn back to the chair, before being used to stare out the frosted window.
A Male figure steps up from the chair after a moment, and approaches the window, slowly. Holding the telescope at his side, the figure looks vacantly to the outside world. He sighs deeply as he comes to an instant realisation.
Figure: Soo much to do, soo little time to accomplish.
The figure places his hand on the window, and wipes, leaving an accurate trail of where exactly his hand had been. He takes one more look across the world, before placing the telescope down on a near by table.
Figure: The poor souls, impulsive anbd wreckless. Failing to see the beauty that surrounds them, the beauty of the earth. The beauty of what is right, and what is not so correct.
The figure returns to the chair, but doesn't sit down. His attention is draw by something else. In the corner of the window, A Spider crawls, creating a new web. The figure takes his seat again. He takes in a deep breath.
Figure: Like this humble spider, I am always seeking. Seeking for improvement, for a better home. When you seek, you create. Creation is the essence of life. But unlike others, this Spider is often tossed aside as a meer pest. Much like myself. The Spider sees many things with his eight eyes, just like I, Benjamin Bright, see many things through my two. I am in need of a new home, to seek a better place.
To seek, improvement!
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Post by kennithnoisewater on Jan 24, 2008 0:26:14 GMT -5
see i was referencing a popular rock song you souless...demon...thing.
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Post by Exodus on Jan 24, 2008 0:31:26 GMT -5
Just like the mindless masses to label whatever you do not understand as a "demon," a devil who obviously can have no other purpose in this world then evil. It's a tactic as old as time and just as meaningless now as it has ever been. All it shows, all it proves, is your fear of the unknown.
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