Mardrax

Have you ever been so mentally and emotionally bogged down, that you climb into the *shower* and lie down, only to start feeling better minutes later when you realize the wonderfullly obscene noises you can make with the suction your back makes in the pooling water under you?

Read my latest post in the banquet room. No suction though, but my bathtub does double as a shower basin, however sitting in it with just the shower running is quite awkward at times 0_o

Have you ever had a rabbit stand on it's hind-legs, to be able to reach over your hips when you're standing up?

Have you ever been ~6'4" when that happened?

ofcourse, as gyr pointed out, that's the way it works for Invision software. Other pieces of forum software need not necesarilly support this, so if you still can't find it, find out what software you're using.

Or, if you're really the programming guy and just running home-scripted PHP, typed entirely in notepad, I can probably just wish you luck, as I doubt there are much people here who can help you then, apart from Patrick, I suspect

Have you ever sat on the beach, looking at the blue sky with a searing sun looking back at you, wishing you could be in an airconditioned office?

*hops up and down* yepyep

Not entirely happy with it myself, but as always, comments are welcome, and enjoy.

Sitting in my bathtub

all alone

watching the showerhead

spew down luke

but not seeing

Seeing you

me

Our mutual idioglossia

in mute

or is it?

Am I just seeing things?

wishfully thinking?

Heard your silent screams

suppressed sobs

years of cropping up

emotions raging on

Saw your every scar

or probably not

but heard some

nonetheless

felt some

Are we really

that much the same

you and I

that you would let me in

through your drug-built wall

Could you trust me?

Would you do the same tomorrow?

"Ceea ce am fost, esti tu acum

quod

mille anni passi sunt"

my voices drone on

Sitting in my bathtub

all alone

watching the water

cascading down my leg

tracing patterns of hair

through my thoughts

Time to get out

edit: horrible language error

clothes

chains

"Señorita? Señorita? Tres pelotas por favor."

The man who had walked up beside the couple rapped his fingers on the large wooden box he'd set down by his right leg. The couple turned their heads toward the newcomer as he tossed a few coins on the counter separating the customers from the gnome, who didn't really pay attention to the man up to the moment she'd heard the coins ringing, but was paying full attention now.

She cocked an eyebrow in wonder as she first saw him, but that look turned into recognition after a second or so more. She was a rough feet away from him another second later, and probably would have been against him had that same counter not been separating them.

"Guer... Guer... Señor?"

A rapid conversation in spanish shot between the two as the half-elven couple just wondered where this next stranger had come crawling from. His outfit wasn't remarkable at all. In fact, he was just wearing a pair of plain black jeans over standard issue army boots, with a black t-shirt covering his chest. His face however, was obscured by a greenish, jaguar-shaped mask, followed by a hood that seemed to be made entirely of jaguarfur, reaching to just below his shoulders. A mouth in a wide smile was just visible below the mask.

He had a large wooden case beside him, reaching from the ground to just above his hip. The chest was about as wide as his chest, and was painted all black apart from the corners which had a coating of metal on them. The paintjob however was barely visible through the ammount of stickers and written "I love you"'s and "te queiro"'s on it.

"Here!"

The couple looked up from their gazing as two balls came flying toward them. The girl picked up the ball that was directed at her from the ground and stood up, then looked at her date, who had firmly caught his. The balls had an autograph on them, unintelligible apart from the first and last letters, G and O. They looked at the gnome girl who had a simmilarly autographed ball in hand and looked a million times happier than before.

The man, in the meantime, had walked away from the stand and headed for the registration table, the case carried along with him. The elven couple just saw his back dissapearing in the crowd, as the letters "Aeon" which were printed on the back of his shirt was obscured by someone walking by.

He walked up to the registration table and tossed a small folder on it, then walked up to the stocky man beside it, set his case down and rapped his fingers on his head.

"Wakey wakey mister. It's no fun being that silent when there's introductions to make"

He stuck out his hand in greeting.

"You can call me Guerrero, and I guess we're in this together."

dictionary

pirates!

acid

Banquet flying through the air

Foodstuffs thrown at dragon's wrath

All to save the maidens fair

Slaying wyrmkind through obesity

or was it

Just to scare your roommate?

in any case

Shawns, pipers, drummers

Providing the festive background

And a praise to raven's words

Nice one rev, though I'm a bit too hungover to go into God's grace right now, you might see it appended here tomorrow or so, but here comes the other:

I know, you know

I know

what you've been up to

/

I know, you know

I know

what you know

and

I know, you know

that this is when it ends

now

I know, you know

I love you with my all

but I know, you know

that you will let me fall

/

You think, I know

I want naught but lose you

You think, I know

I no longer care

You think, I know

we are naught but through

You think, I think

"How much can I bear?"

but

I know, I know

I don't want to lose you

I know, I know

I don't want you there

I know, I know

I want you here

with me

I know,

I think

Alrighty, thinking of the next line, the hardest bit

How about:

That old mentality, of "We can take it all"

hmmm... or how about

Tomatoes and eggs aren't fit to throw now

don't know where those came from

It could be. That thought is at least something to hold on to, because mostly, it IS better to have a bird in the hand, even though the bird you're looking for might still be in the bush -or, like that proverbial bush translates into Dutch: in the sky-

I'll give you a few more birds to hold on to though.

Does the bird grant you its presence because it wants to be with you, or because you need the company? Out of admiration, out of pity, out of something else?

If you'd try to seduce that bird into staying, into coming closer, would that work? In any case?

Metaphores and proverbs go hand in hand, and will turn up at alot more corners you pass than those where you will be looking for them. I try to avoid them like the plague, try to chase them off, but sometimes they just won't listen

little

cereal

string

tie

"Read the post above for a line"

Or will I just use this one?

I never was one to settle.

Will I use the other this time?

But I have just begun

trying to get this one to show its mettle.

The other'd probably do fine,

but this for now has won,

and for this I will now settle.

Endlessly the trails entwine,

weaving paths of wit and rhyme.

The lines of coal and metal

influenced by beer and wine.

Now I think for me it's time

to get out of this nettle;

this nettle of worldplay entwined

in a scheme so rigged with rhyme.

So for this I'll settle.

*grin*

"I'm at the line (I'm never crossing that line)"

France

entertainment

time

Knievo

four

The smell of burning paper was strong. Smoke was rising from the entire cardboard town within a few moments after the tavern had caught fire. The wind still howling around and through every nook and cranny, sweeping up the flames and causing the few mock residences (the ones which hadn't fallen over and been crushed by one of the ape's massive feet) in the artificial hamlet to quickly catch fire afterwards. Their collective incinerations had provided an uncomfortable heat for the cut-out inhabitants of the town. The flames whirling up at the sky.

Two figures came walking out of the windswept ashes, leaning on eachother, dragging eachother out into the chilly night.

"That's the second time today I get hurt. I'll scam myself into a life insurance one of these days." One of the two snarled over the crackling flames and the ape pounding on his chest.

He sat down against the cross-section board of a treetrunk on the outskirts of what must have been one of his worst investments ever, two claws rubbing his neck.

The second sat down against the tree as well, still coughing as he did so.

"I apologised for this morning Sir, I really didn't mean to.."

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine"

The man coughed violently again, a small cloud of ash flying from his hair as he did so.

The tree fell over as he sat back, forming a neat cross when it had landed, the paper foliage folding underneath itself.

The ape was now kicking at the piles of ashes, a good stone's throw away from the two refugees. Which is exactly what happened. Mardrax stood up and, after rummaging for a few seconds, pulled the black stone he'd held before out of one of his pockets. He held it for a second or two, then threw it at the ape's backside.

The stone flew straight, stretching in its flight, elongating. It grew perfectly cylindrical, a sharp point adorning its tip. The pen halted in mid-air, just before hitting the overgrown simian. It started moving, drawing out long lines, from the ground to just above the ape's head.

As it passed before the kaiju's face, the ape first noticed it. It was however, too late. It tried to grab the pen, tried to crush it between its fingers, but the pen was too fast. Before a few seconds had passed, the ape was completely immobilised by the myriad of lines running all around him. All of them unbudging no matter how much of its phenomenal strength it used to try to break them. Its mouth had been securely muzzled, unable to open it an inch.

All it could do was growl behind its teeth, and it did so vigorously.

The light cast from the orb died down as that too was encapsulated in lines until it's case was completely solid and not a single ray of light peeked through.

The ape gradually shrunk back to its normal size, the excessive ammounts of hair drawing back into its skin, the fangs retracting, the eyes settling back into their natural position. HawkWing finally collapsed in his black harness. The pen had rushed in, quickly drawing the man some underwear before he came to.

The two figures stood in the quickly dying light cast from the smoldering ruins of what Wyvern once thought of as a very good investment but which had turned out an empty promise.

"At least now I can repay you.", Mardrax said. He took the pouch HawkWing had handed him before he threw his little temper tantrum out of one of his pockets, and reached into it.

"Now let's see Mister Wyvern... Ten, twenty, thirty, fourty, fifty geld. Take it, it's yours. And I do hope I've paid off my fine with this."