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Discussion in 'UO Baja' started by whiterabbit, Jul 22, 2014.
Good morning! How be you?
Past the doors there lies a field of dead grass and dark, barren sands. No sun shines on the quiet savannah. No wind blows, nor rain falls; no clouds gather. The sky is bleak and drained of colour. The horizon is an unwavering line. If anything has ever walked on this earth, it left no print or mark of its passage. It is useless to look for bearings here. Pick a direction at random and walk. If you chose wisely, and if nothing finds you on the way, you will eventually stumble over the remnants of a building long since crumbled into ruin. There is little left. Look closely and see the shallow dents of engraved words, too weathered now to read. You will find the arch of a window. You will find old ashes. You may find useless links of chain or twists of torn wrought iron. There are no bones. Do not look for them. Do not dig.
*decides that maybe it's a good day to stay home in Magincia and tend the garden*
MEEES STAYS IN AN PERPIRIMENTS WIF NEW ICE CREEMS
Hello. I got arrested and fined for spray-painting a genital on a public footpath. The officer said that I ought to know better at my age.
were meees FLAIR ??????
MEEES FINDS FLAIR, HERZ BEEES SICK
DAT MOMO SKEEERS MEES
I prefer it to "Fanny".
dat my :"PITA" ?
*STRETCHES* HEARS BONES POP
MEEES SWEEPS GOOS
I am too hungover for you.
hope it was worth it
What? Sympathy? You're not going to jump up and down and screech in my ears? What sort of inadequate misfit goblin are you? I demand to be mistreated! I demand it!
*bursts into the kitchen with a piano accordion* O HIS FINGERNAILS, I SEE THEY'RE BROKEN; HIS SHIPS, THEY'RE ALL ON FI-I-IRE! THE MONEYLENDER'S LOVELY LITTLE DAUGHTER IS EATEN, YEE SHE'S EATEN WITH DESIRE
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ALOUENIKAH
I WAS TALKING TO THE GOBLIN
Good morning dear ones. I'm off to the farmers market on this sunny hot day.
...what are you implying!
That you listen to bad 70's disco?
I will not tolerate this unforgivable slander.
just beees making noise fer yoos hangober
MORNIN , SLEPT BADDLY MY C PAP MASK BROKE AT 4AM BAH
What is a C Pap mask?
I wore a theatrical mask to bed once and terrified Alouenikah in the morning - is it something like that?
Yes, it is.
Good morning. Inspired by the mask saga, I deliberately went to bed much later than Alouenikah last night so that he wouldn't notice that I was dressed as a clown. In the morning I was woken by him sobbing in terror and trying and failing to escape through our bedroom window. He has not spoken to me all day and has told all our friends that I died of the screaming flux. A success!
(OOC: I was shopping to furnish my new apartment today, I found a rug on sale and its model name was Molokha's surname so I bought it. It looks great, unlike Molokha)
Help! Santa Claus is in my bedroom! He wants me to look in his Santa sack! I don't want to look in his Santa sack!! *runs out into the night*
BEEES NATIONAL CHEESE CAKE DAY !! :snoopy:
Oh hallo! I'm Alouenikah and I'm dumb as a bag of socks!
ew hilloo im lyndeigh, my only marketble talent is puting things in my butt
Stop fighting! Stop it! Stop it! STOP! *SCREAMS*
I am the dismayed righteous man in the foreground.
*scuffles over to the desk and sits down with a fresh cup of coffee, boots up the computer and pulls up Baja Stratics. Takes a sip while opening up the Mornins thread and catches up on reading the last few posts*
Good morning all. It's a beautiful day here in Chicago. Hope you all have a good one.
*wabes* *den smacks wif fishy*
*WABES* MEEES JUST FET OTTA DA NEST
POURS COFFEES INA HIMZ PEEPERS
OUCHIE YOOOS HURTS MEEES EARS
Lady Amber, you seem to have developed a strange sort of bond with Molokha - God help you - so I would appreciate it if you could give him a message from me. If it isn't too much trouble, would you ask him to please stop writing erotic fiction about wasps and leaving it on my kitchen table where my grandchildren can easily read it? I feel they are too young to be exposed to the unfathomable depths of the human psyche. Thank you in advance.
MEEES STILL TIRED