Re: Please disregard the post from Joyce... this is the real one! -- WRETCHED STATE

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Date Posted: 22:22:29 08/08/00 Tue
Author: fool
Subject: Re: Please disregard the post from Joyce... this is the real one!
In reply to: Messenger 's message, "Re: Please disregard the post from Joyce... this is the real one!" on 21:52:15 08/08/00 Tue

Good enough for this fool.
Death to all Tancan types,
this said,
fool charges forth once more
singing his death song,
which goes a little like this.....
Snargle,
Gargle,
on Tancan lives,
eat their daises,
and insult their wives,
steal their mail,
teach them well,
kick their dogs,
and leave nasty smells.

fool,
heedless of personal danger,
cleaves all tancans who stand against him,
laying about himself in a crimson spray,
of severed limbs,bleeding torsos,
the carnage is terrible to see,
his Steed,biting and kicking
in rhythm to fools mighty swings,
they slaughter many foes.

But Tancans,
being such good breeders,
have many many men at their disposal,
sheer weight of numbers begin to drive
the savage fool back,
back,
arrows fly,
axes fall,
and fool finds himself hard pressed
by the ravening hoard.

Faithfull fart Bandit lets out a scream of pain
and suprise,
as a tancan blade sinks deep into his withers,
fool leaps clear of the stirrups,
to land still slashing valiantly left and right,
a single crystal tear,
coursing down his cheek,
to see his beautiful horse
fall and lay silent at last.

fool gives ground,
bleeding from a dozen wounds,
his arm tiring from all the hacking,
and finds his back pressed hard against the
mighty fortress of the Tancans.
"err......HELP"
he calls,
as the swarm finally begin to overcome him.

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Poor foolish fool.... -- Mitlan, 11:24:37 08/10/00 Thu