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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Vlad

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  1. What is this "dictionary" you people keep reffering to??
  2. The boy did as he was told, and went back to the pack-animals. When arriving and asking what he could do to help, all he got were laughs. "I don't think that you can carry anything else, besides these animals are hardy beasts." "You don't think... yes, that does seem to be a problem."
  3. You know... that's how I feel sometimes. But I'm not dead. And don't believe in a god. At least not with a capital "g". Boy, am I gonna get hammered for saying that...
  4. Supercalofragilisticexpialidocious! Or is it supercolofragellestickexpiallidotios? Or maybe: Sup... (forget it)
  5. Not a music fan... But still very nice. Worthy of the pen! (Make sure Wyvern doesn't perform it at a concert) ---Vlad the Imploder--- No relation to Vlad the Impaler "If I had $75 for every time that happened, by the way, it'll cost you $75..." -Dr. Hibbert "Hello, everybody!" -Dr. Nick
  6. What IRC Channel does this all happen on?
  7. So many circles, so many spheres, Thinkin' about drinkin' some beers. The bottle is round, as round as can be, The world is round, with so much to see, Pizzas in Italy, pies in the states, Trees in the forest, a few grapes, Seeing the hair, on my friend Lizzie, Is one of the things, that makes me dizzy. ---Vlad the Imploder--- No relation to Vlad the Impaler "If I had $75 for every time that happened, by the way, it'll cost you $75..." -Dr. Hibbert "Hello, everybody!" -Dr. Nick
  8. After the charge and fireball, a small boy ran out from somewhere. He was not more than one and a half feet tall, and quite skinny. Any thoughts of Legman being young, quickly vanished from Dierden's mind. This boy had a dagger, which on him looked like a short sword, and a helm, quite obviously too big. One could speculate, that the metal weighed more than the boy. "Lemme at them! Where are those suck'as?" the boy exclaimed. Not only was he small, but he also had a high-pitched voice. Some of the soldiers had to snicker. OOC:This will definetly be interesting, and I don't mind if he dies at some point. Just please not at the very end. Also, warn me if he is going to die, so I can go out with a bang...! sadman87@mchsi.com
  9. OOC: This storyline will be a metaphor for life if it turns out correctly. Not that I want to dicourage anyone from posting in their unique, creative style. Also, this might take place, the same night, or a different one as Icarus Waits. I really don't know. One more thing... I do not mind if you take certain liberties with my character. Just try to keep them small. IC: Vlad turned back to face Icarus. His face showed signs of an internal struggle. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He lifted his hand to take the compass, but stopped mere inches away. The vampire walked away a few paces, and knelt down by a rock. He studied it carefully, looking for some sort of sign. His cape came off, and Vlad thrust it toward his companion. "Put it on, you are cold. If you come with me we will travel mostly by night, and live off the land. If you come with me, we will be put through hard times. If you agree to this type of life, follow me. As for your compass, I cannot take it." For a few moments Icarus stood motionless. He had the cape in one hand, and compass in the other. Not a position one is placed in often. As Vlad walked off to the forest, clouds began to converge overhead. None were over the pen, but with each moment, more and more stars dissapeared. He stopped at the gate and waited. Not for Icarus, but for the sign he had hoped to find by the rock. OOC: If anybody else wants to join, I'll wait a few days.
  10. This story will be partly based on my life (not much, just a bit), and I welcome other people who wish to join it. Make yourself feel right at home. BTW, I'll post about once every day or two. Or try anyways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A cool cloudless night, with life abreast in the Pen. Members and guests alike were rejoicing the change of the seasons with much drinking. But a few members didn't participate in the festivities. One, Vlad the Imploder, asked why we celebrate the change of the seasons. Noone could give him a straight answer, so he decided to find out for himself. As he prepared his supplies he felt a tear come to his eye. No sooner than he had come to the Pen, he was already preparing to leave. He hadn't even been given a room to put a lock on, which would have doubtlessly been broken into by some lizards, who will not be mentioned by name. All Vlad had was a terribly inaccurate map of the surrounding region, a small dagger given to him by his father and his wits. Saying his goodbyes and farewells another tear came to his eye. NO, I must be strong. With that Vlad turned on his heel, and drudged off.
  11. "Yes... and no." The sounds seems to come from all around Icarus, weakest from the direction of Venus. "I am... a creature of the night." Vlad had begun moving through the darkness, with the speed and grace of one with a troubled mind. He was unsure... of who he was, of what he believed in, of why he existed. Of what the truth was. Breif images flashed through both Icarus' and Vlad's minds. They were images of a troubled past. A time from before the Pen was erected. This took much energy on the part of Vlad, and caused him to become quite plainly visible. "Was that..." Icarus started to ask, but Vlad had already started to depart, leaving a final message that lingered in the air, like stale dust. We will meet again soon... Friend.
  12. Under the lists part, I saw The Big Pointy One under "initiate", and Big Pointy One under "page". Could someone clear this up for me, because peredhil couldn't possible have made a *shudders* mistake... ---Vlad the Imploder--- No relation to Vlad the Impaler "If I had $75 for every time that happened, by the way, it'll cost you $75..." -Dr. Hibbert "Hello, everybody!" -Dr. Nick
  13. As the tigertuar approaches Icarus, and Venus radiates her pale beauty, another figure finds his way towards the companions. This newcomer has an unmistakable aura about him, not of evil, but not of good. Icarus shifts his position once more to try and notice the being, causing him to look directly at Venus. Any thoughts of malice or hate vanish from his mind, but darkness still looms. Life around the pen continues, despite it's silence. If one was to listen closely, he or she might notice that it is not a natural silence. The grand expirements down in the cellars, or up in the towers, the idle talk in the Cabaret room, are all drowned out by the night, a time of tranquility.
  14. If you want to add a verse to this poem, go ahead. Everything has its own place, Every being of the human race, All parts of life can go together, If there is one then there's another, We all match up with something, A fish and a fin, a bird with a wing. If life gets you down then look up, Somebody can make your heart erupt, We are not meant to be lonely creatures, All of us have our very own features, At times, one could use a good friend, It should be that way 'till the end. Copyright 2004 Vlad
  15. Does your sister ever read stuff at the pen? Quite well written, if I do say so myself, old chap.
  16. Eureka! I found it! A place that is well lit. The eye can see all, Unobstructed by wall, Not mist, nor fog, Nor a rotten log, Protrude this sanctum. All are at rest, Not only the best. A place for the weary, Not one to be leary. Where there is calm, From the healing balm. In this divine sanctum. I am free to be, That which I see, There are no constraints, And one never faints, In this blank solitude, There is no one rude, In the Pen's sanctum. Copyright 2004 Vlad
  17. This is my application for the Pen. E-mail:sadman87@mchsi.com Warning: If you oppose contradictions, then don't read the following. Insteasd, read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. ***** It was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away... Coincidentaly it was also a dark and stormy night, much like tonight. The ghouls were brooding, and the brooders were ghouling. Actually, tonight isn't dark. Nor stormy. And it wasn't really in a galaxy far, far away. It was in a quaint little town in the midwest United States. On second thought, It was the bustling metropolis of Toronto, Canada. No, let's go back to the midwest. But not a small town. Chicago maybe. Kansas City. Chicago? Omaha? Los Angeles sounds good. And it wasn't really that long ago. But it is a while back. So, it's settled! A fine, clear day, a few years ago in Los Angeles. I was walking down the street to the local zoo. I wanted to meet my girlfriend there. I liked her. That's why she was my girlfriend. She liked monkeys. That's why I was her boyfriend. Now, you may be thinking that Vlad isn't a good monkey name. It's a vampire name. But I'm getting to that. Wait a sec... If it was a bright clear day, then what would a vampire be doing outside? Sunscreen. Anyways, back to the past. Not the future. That is a good movie, a horrible book, and not the topic of this application. The monkey thing can be explained quite simply. I had an abundance of facial hair. Even though vampires aren't supposed to have facial hair, I did. Well, after meeting her at the zoo, we went around and looked at all of the creatures. The wolves wouldn't stop staring at me, and I felt like I had a special bond with the bats. Bond as in connection, not the spy, which is also a very good movie, and still not the topic of this application. In the middle of the day, she stopped at the cafe and got a soda-pop. She told me to get something to drink too. I should add that she hadn't learned I was a vampire at this point. Most likely, disspelling any doubts she had, I bit into her neck. She thought it was cute. What an odd person. In fact, that's why I like her. She believes in the paranormal and such. She also believes in Numerology. Her number is three. Hence, she is odd. The next time I saw her, she had a beard that would make lumberjacks jealous. That's why we broke up. Which concludes the "past". Almost. Shortly afterwards I started shaving using Gilete Mach 3. For a clean smooth shave, every time. No, I'm not being paid to advertize the... One moment. I must answer my cell phone. ... Yes. Yes, I am being paid to advertize the product. There's the present for you. But to explaing the "Slightly Mangled Zoo Animals" I must delve back into the "past". My girlfriend saw a giraffe, such despicable creatures they are, taking a piss. Am I allowed to write 'piss' in this guild? If I'm not then... PISS. PISS. PISS. Back to the giraffe. My girlfriend saw it and wanted to get a drink. I already mentioned that she's odd, so I won't say anything about Numerology now. Oops! Just did. Cie la vie. I hope I spelled that right... Now the giraffe is dead. And slightly mangled. I wonder what mangled means. It sounds bad. There is the "Slighty Mangled Zoo Animals" part. You may be wondering, dear reader, why the giraffe died. I killed it. It has no blood left. Why? Beacuse of the sequence of events that it started... I have no girlfriend anymore. But I am incredibly rich beyond my wildest dreams. It is time that I bring my story to a close. And I will do so by reminding that bribes coming from a vampire who is rich beyond his wildest dreams can carry a lot of weight. And I AM a convicted zoo felon. Copyright 2004 Vlad
  18. I believe that my first post in this fine establishment should be an introduction, but as this is a literary guild, I'll do it in the form of a story. Sort of. BTW, don't ask how I found this place. It's a long story, for another day (maybe). Note:This may have edited Monty Python references. ***** The Cabaret Room of the Pen is alive with it's usual patrons and the soft murmur of conversations. Everyone is having jolly good time over a round of beer (wine for the French), that a well off individual furnished for the company. It was the sort of day on which nothing could go wrong. At least within the room. Outside the guard stood his ground, near the hefty doors infalliably(sp?). A rather tall gentleman approached with his parrot. This man had an odd habit of talking to himself and his parrot. Man: We are about to cross... the Door of Doom! The guard will ask any who attempt to cross five questions..." Parrot: "Three, sire," squaked the parrot. M: "Oh, yes. Three. He who answers the five..." P: "THREE!" M: "Ahem. Three, er, may cross in safety." The man approaches the guard. Guard: STOP! He who would cross the Door of Doom Must answer me These questions three Ere the other side he see. Man: Ask me your questions, Door Guard. I am not afraid. G: What...is your name? M: Vlad the Imploder. G: What...is your quest? M: To enter the Pen. G: What...is your favorite color? M: Black. G: Right, off you go. M: (slightly surprised) Oh! Well, thank you. Thank you very much. G:Nice parrot. M:It's an ex-parrot now. It has ceased to be. G:Are you sure he's not sleeping? M:Enough of this. Vlad the Imploder then proceeds to enter the room. As he does he cautiously avoids the well-lit areas of the room. Trying to hide in a corner doesn't work, as one of the patrons approaches him with a microphone. Patron:I haven't seen you before. Introduce yourself to everyone, please. Vlad:Well, okay. *takes microphone* My name is Vlad the Imploder. Entire Room:Hi Vlad! V:I haven't had blood for two weeks. (Confused looks from the crowd) V:Sorry, wrong room. Microphones bring back memories. ***** I'll leave it at that for now. Edited by: Vlad the Imploder at: 10/30/02 5:17:51 pm
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