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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #75 on: June 10, 2013, 05:46:26 pm »
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This song sums up this war really good.

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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #77 on: June 11, 2013, 01:31:40 am »
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In the place of a post containing a deluge of drama of the likeness to llamas, I instead I submit to the autistic fopwits of this community, a translation of the great poem of Beowulf.

                   -Finnian Tiercel,

A son was soon brought forth to him ( Scyld Scefing, the good king,
still) young in this land, whom God sent to the people for relief;
(Beowulf) perceived the dire distress
15 that they before suffered a long while without a king;  The Lord,
Lord of Life of Heaven, had granted him (Beowulf) worldly honor,
Beowulf, son of Scyld, was renowned-- (his) glory widely spread in the
land of the Danes.
 
 

20 Thus shall the young man, (while) in his father's lap, goodness carry
out, and often give out splendid costly gifts, that dear companions in
old age, when war comes, serve the person; lofty deeds
 
 
 

25 for the tribe shall on every occasion (cause) one to prosper.
Scyld went, he who was very strong, to the fated hour in to the Lord's
keeping;
28-31 As long as words came to him, Scyld, friend of the Danes, dear
prince of the land, bade that they bear him away on the current of the
waters (just as) one's own companion.
 
 

32-> At the harbor stood a ring-prowed ship, vessel of a prince, covered
with ice and ready to set out, the dear beloved king,

35 dispenser of the circlet, laid down in the lap of the ship, whose
mast was glorious.  The ship made ready to burn, there were many
precious valuables of decorated armor brought from distant lands, I know
no guardian so nobly kept with weopons, armor,
 

40 and sword; He in the lap lay on the multitudinous precious treasure,
that with him should far in the floods (be his) possession.  They
furnished no less their little gift, people's treasure,
 

45 than did they in the beginning when he was sent forth alone as a
child.

Then they set a golden banner
high over his head, let the water carry him,
gave him unto the sea;  sad was their spirit,
mournful their hearts.  Men, neither hall-counselors,
 nor warriors under the heavens, cannot
say truthfully  who received the cargo.

        Then in the cities (fortified places) was Beow(ulf) of the Scyldings,
beloved king of the people, who was for a long time
renowned among nations  -- his father had gone elsewhere,
lord away from his land --, until later
great Healfdene was born to him;  as long as he lived,
old and fierce in battle, he upheld the glorious Scyldings.
To him then four children all told
were born into the world, to the leader of the bands,
Heorogar and Hrothgar and Halga the good,
I (have) heard that  [.... was Onela's queen,
dear bed-companion of the Swede (Heatho-Scilfing).

        Then was Hrothgar given success in war,
glory in battle, so that his retainers
gladly obeyed him, until that youth grew
into a great band of young warriors. It came to his mind
that he would command men to make a hall-building,
a great mead-hall that the children of men should hear of forever,
and there in the hall, he would give
 to the young and the old all that God had given him,
except folkshare (common-land) and the bodies of the warriors.
Then I (have) heard that work was bidden among
many nations far and wide throughout this middle-earth,
that they should adorn the dwelling-place.  In time it came to pass,
--speedily among men-- that it was finished,
the greatest of hall buildings;  the poet named it Heorot,
he who ruled far and wide with his words.
He didn't fail to perform a promise, gave out
rings and treasure at the feast.  The hall stood tall,
high and wide-gabled; it would wait the hostile flame
of hateful fires; nor was it long then (yet),
that the sword-hate (between) father-in-law and son-in-law
should arise after deadly hate.

Then the powerful demon, he who dwelled in darkness, suffered impatiently
each of the days he heard the loud joy in the hall; there was the sound of
the harp, the clear song of the bard. He (the bard) sang plainly the
creation of mankind far quoted [well known far and wide], said that the
Almighty created the earth, the beautiful field, which the water
surrounds,<;> set triumphant the sun and moon, luminary to light the
land-dweller <;> and adorned the regions of the earth with light and leaf,
and created life for each living thing that moves.  So the warriors
mirthfully lived, happily, until that one, a fiend from hell, approached
doing wicked deeds; he was the grim ghost called Grendel, famous wanderer in
the waste borderland, he who held the moors, fen and fast <dry land>; <the>
unhappy man occupied for a time the home of a race of monsters, since the
Creator had condemned him with Cain's kin -- the killing <begat> misery
<from> the eternal Lord, because he <Cain> slew Able; he <Cain> had no joy
there from the feud, but God banished him far from mankind for his crime.
Then the evil brood all awoke, giants and elves and monsters (orcs!!), <who
were> also giants. Then they strove against God a long time; he <God> repays
(them) that reward. He <Grendel> departs to go see, when night comes, the
exalted houses, how the High Danes had stayed <there in the house> after
beer drinking. He then discovers there inside <the house> the prince's
retainers asleep after the banquet; the men knew not <replace with
"neither"> sadness <nor> misery.
 
Right. Here's my translation (this stuff is fantastic!!):
(lights to dim, please. . . start the heroic music and pipe in the fog--more
fog--and . . . ACTION!)

(hear the wet sounds of enormous feet shmucking and smacking in the mud;
hear the rasped breathing of our character as he glides slowly through the
moore clutching what appears to be a crushed hoard of limp bodies swaying
with his haunched gait. . . )

(Ln.#120b)Creature of illness and evil, fierce and greedy, savage and
furious, was ready soon enough and seized thirty thanes from their sleep;
with proud plunder he went away again, going home with that abundant
slaughter seeking out a dwelling (pl. wica but sing. meaning).
(Ln.#126)Then, in that obscurity just before dawn, even with daybreak, the
war-craft of Grendel was known to men; then, after feast, lament and much
morning-cry was upraised. The mighty chief, noble king old-good, sat
unhappy, endured thane-sorrow, and suffered severely after they scanned the
foe's footprints, those of the cursed demon. That strife was too
strong--loathed and lengthy! Nor was it a long time, after but one night, he
again caused more murder-death and mourned not for it, hostile deed and
wicked act; he was so fixed upon them. (Ln.#138)Then that was easily found,
bed among bowers, to him that sought rest eslewhere, further off [from the
hall, that is], when the hate of hall-thanes was shown to him, truely told
with clear token; he held himself afterwards further back and safer, he who
escaped the foe. (Ln.#144)Thus he ruled, one against all, and fought against
what is right until the finest hall stool idle. The space of time was great,
the time of twelve winters the friend of Scyldings suffered trouble, all
miseries, spacious sorrows; and thus to men, to human sons, [it] became
clearly known [and] sadly by means of songs that Grendel fought--waged
enmity--a while against Hrothgar with wicked act and hostile deed for many
seasons, continual attack; (Ln.#154b)he would not with any men in the army
of the danes desist deadly-evil, with fees settle peace, nor then any
wisemen needed to hope for bright bounty at the hands of the slayer.
 
but the monster, dark death-shadow, was pursuing,
[it] lay in wait and ambushed proven retainers and young warriors;
perpetual night held the misty moors;  men do not know
whither such demons in motion go.
  Thus many wicked deeds of the enemy of mankind,
[the] terrible solitary one often accomplished,
severe injury;  [he/Grendel] inhabited Heorot,
richly decorated hall, with dark night;-
never may he approach the throne,
treasure for God, nor know His kind thoughts.-
That was great misery to the friend of the Scyldings,
[a] breaking of [their] spirits.  Many often sat down,
mighty in council, campaign considered,
what might be best for the strong-minded
to do against awful horror
Meanwhile they vowed at heathen temples,
sacrificing to idols, with words entreated
soul-slayer to provide them with help
against the distress of the people.  Such was their custom,
heathens' hope, they bore hell in spirit, they knew not God,
the judge of deeds, they wished not God,
Nor indeed did they know how to praise Heaven's Protector,
Ruler of Glory.  Woe be to them that through sever affliction thrust
[their] soul into the fire's embrace, not to think of solace,
in any way change!  Well be them that may on account of death-day, seek the
Lord
and ask for protection from the embrace of the Father.
Thus in the care of the times the son of Healfdene
always brooded; the wise hero might not turn aside misery;
that strife was too strong, grievous and enduring, then cruel violent
persecution
befell the nation, the greatest night-evil.

 So that from the home of the Gaets, Hyglac's thane, learned by inquiry (with
good) of Gendel's deeds.  On that day of his life of mankind, he was
strongest of might, noble and great.  He called (that) a good wave-traverser
(be) prepared  said, he wished to visit the war-king over the swan-road, the
famous chief since, he was in need of men, (Done?) the wise men blame him
very little for the expedition, he was beloved to them;  they urged the
valient, behold the omen.  The good, from the tribe of the Gaets, had chosen
brave warriors who he might find, one of fifteen, the men sought the ship,
he showed the way of the shore to the sea-skilled men, time went forth;  the
ship was on the waves, the boat under the cliffs.  The warriors went
entirely to the prow, the sea (became?), water with sand;  Men bore bright
weapons on the bosom of the boat, adorned armor;  Men shoved the (wudu
bundenne), men on a wished journey.  Then over the billowy sea, impelled by
wind like a bird, the foamy-necked ship (?), until the near of the other day
the curved prow had come, the seaferers saw the sea cliffs shine, the steep
cliffs, the large headlands;  Then was the sea crossed, sea voyage at the
end, Thence upwards quickly, the people of the Gaets, stepped onto the land;
moored the ship;  shirts of mail rattled, wardress;  They thanked God that
the  way across the waves became easy to them.
 
 
 
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #78 on: June 11, 2013, 01:36:45 am »
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #79 on: June 11, 2013, 02:49:25 am »
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In the place of a post containing a deluge of drama of the likeness to llamas, I instead I submit to the autistic fopwits of this community, a translation of the great poem of Beowulf.

                   -Finnian Tiercel,

A son was soon brought forth to him ( Scyld Scefing, the good king,
still) young in this land, whom God sent to the people for relief;
(Beowulf) perceived the dire distress
15 that they before suffered a long while without a king;  The Lord,
Lord of Life of Heaven, had granted him (Beowulf) worldly honor,
Beowulf, son of Scyld, was renowned-- (his) glory widely spread in the
land of the Danes.
 
 

20 Thus shall the young man, (while) in his father's lap, goodness carry
out, and often give out splendid costly gifts, that dear companions in
old age, when war comes, serve the person; lofty deeds
 
 
 

25 for the tribe shall on every occasion (cause) one to prosper.
Scyld went, he who was very strong, to the fated hour in to the Lord's
keeping;
28-31 As long as words came to him, Scyld, friend of the Danes, dear
prince of the land, bade that they bear him away on the current of the
waters (just as) one's own companion.
 
 

32-> At the harbor stood a ring-prowed ship, vessel of a prince, covered
with ice and ready to set out, the dear beloved king,

35 dispenser of the circlet, laid down in the lap of the ship, whose
mast was glorious.  The ship made ready to burn, there were many
precious valuables of decorated armor brought from distant lands, I know
no guardian so nobly kept with weopons, armor,
 

40 and sword; He in the lap lay on the multitudinous precious treasure,
that with him should far in the floods (be his) possession.  They
furnished no less their little gift, people's treasure,
 

45 than did they in the beginning when he was sent forth alone as a
child.

Then they set a golden banner
high over his head, let the water carry him,
gave him unto the sea;  sad was their spirit,
mournful their hearts.  Men, neither hall-counselors,
 nor warriors under the heavens, cannot
say truthfully  who received the cargo.

        Then in the cities (fortified places) was Beow(ulf) of the Scyldings,
beloved king of the people, who was for a long time
renowned among nations  -- his father had gone elsewhere,
lord away from his land --, until later
great Healfdene was born to him;  as long as he lived,
old and fierce in battle, he upheld the glorious Scyldings.
To him then four children all told
were born into the world, to the leader of the bands,
Heorogar and Hrothgar and Halga the good,
I (have) heard that  [.... was Onela's queen,
dear bed-companion of the Swede (Heatho-Scilfing).

        Then was Hrothgar given success in war,
glory in battle, so that his retainers
gladly obeyed him, until that youth grew
into a great band of young warriors. It came to his mind
that he would command men to make a hall-building,
a great mead-hall that the children of men should hear of forever,
and there in the hall, he would give
 to the young and the old all that God had given him,
except folkshare (common-land) and the bodies of the warriors.
Then I (have) heard that work was bidden among
many nations far and wide throughout this middle-earth,
that they should adorn the dwelling-place.  In time it came to pass,
--speedily among men-- that it was finished,
the greatest of hall buildings;  the poet named it Heorot,
he who ruled far and wide with his words.
He didn't fail to perform a promise, gave out
rings and treasure at the feast.  The hall stood tall,
high and wide-gabled; it would wait the hostile flame
of hateful fires; nor was it long then (yet),
that the sword-hate (between) father-in-law and son-in-law
should arise after deadly hate.

Then the powerful demon, he who dwelled in darkness, suffered impatiently
each of the days he heard the loud joy in the hall; there was the sound of
the harp, the clear song of the bard. He (the bard) sang plainly the
creation of mankind far quoted [well known far and wide], said that the
Almighty created the earth, the beautiful field, which the water
surrounds,<;> set triumphant the sun and moon, luminary to light the
land-dweller <;> and adorned the regions of the earth with light and leaf,
and created life for each living thing that moves.  So the warriors
mirthfully lived, happily, until that one, a fiend from hell, approached
doing wicked deeds; he was the grim ghost called Grendel, famous wanderer in
the waste borderland, he who held the moors, fen and fast <dry land>; <the>
unhappy man occupied for a time the home of a race of monsters, since the
Creator had condemned him with Cain's kin -- the killing <begat> misery
<from> the eternal Lord, because he <Cain> slew Able; he <Cain> had no joy
there from the feud, but God banished him far from mankind for his crime.
Then the evil brood all awoke, giants and elves and monsters (orcs!!), <who
were> also giants. Then they strove against God a long time; he <God> repays
(them) that reward. He <Grendel> departs to go see, when night comes, the
exalted houses, how the High Danes had stayed <there in the house> after
beer drinking. He then discovers there inside <the house> the prince's
retainers asleep after the banquet; the men knew not <replace with
"neither"> sadness <nor> misery.
 
Right. Here's my translation (this stuff is fantastic!!):
(lights to dim, please. . . start the heroic music and pipe in the fog--more
fog--and . . . ACTION!)

(hear the wet sounds of enormous feet shmucking and smacking in the mud;
hear the rasped breathing of our character as he glides slowly through the
moore clutching what appears to be a crushed hoard of limp bodies swaying
with his haunched gait. . . )

(Ln.#120b)Creature of illness and evil, fierce and greedy, savage and
furious, was ready soon enough and seized thirty thanes from their sleep;
with proud plunder he went away again, going home with that abundant
slaughter seeking out a dwelling (pl. wica but sing. meaning).
(Ln.#126)Then, in that obscurity just before dawn, even with daybreak, the
war-craft of Grendel was known to men; then, after feast, lament and much
morning-cry was upraised. The mighty chief, noble king old-good, sat
unhappy, endured thane-sorrow, and suffered severely after they scanned the
foe's footprints, those of the cursed demon. That strife was too
strong--loathed and lengthy! Nor was it a long time, after but one night, he
again caused more murder-death and mourned not for it, hostile deed and
wicked act; he was so fixed upon them. (Ln.#138)Then that was easily found,
bed among bowers, to him that sought rest eslewhere, further off [from the
hall, that is], when the hate of hall-thanes was shown to him, truely told
with clear token; he held himself afterwards further back and safer, he who
escaped the foe. (Ln.#144)Thus he ruled, one against all, and fought against
what is right until the finest hall stool idle. The space of time was great,
the time of twelve winters the friend of Scyldings suffered trouble, all
miseries, spacious sorrows; and thus to men, to human sons, [it] became
clearly known [and] sadly by means of songs that Grendel fought--waged
enmity--a while against Hrothgar with wicked act and hostile deed for many
seasons, continual attack; (Ln.#154b)he would not with any men in the army
of the danes desist deadly-evil, with fees settle peace, nor then any
wisemen needed to hope for bright bounty at the hands of the slayer.
 
but the monster, dark death-shadow, was pursuing,
[it] lay in wait and ambushed proven retainers and young warriors;
perpetual night held the misty moors;  men do not know
whither such demons in motion go.
  Thus many wicked deeds of the enemy of mankind,
[the] terrible solitary one often accomplished,
severe injury;  [he/Grendel] inhabited Heorot,
richly decorated hall, with dark night;-
never may he approach the throne,
treasure for God, nor know His kind thoughts.-
That was great misery to the friend of the Scyldings,
[a] breaking of [their] spirits.  Many often sat down,
mighty in council, campaign considered,
what might be best for the strong-minded
to do against awful horror
Meanwhile they vowed at heathen temples,
sacrificing to idols, with words entreated
soul-slayer to provide them with help
against the distress of the people.  Such was their custom,
heathens' hope, they bore hell in spirit, they knew not God,
the judge of deeds, they wished not God,
Nor indeed did they know how to praise Heaven's Protector,
Ruler of Glory.  Woe be to them that through sever affliction thrust
[their] soul into the fire's embrace, not to think of solace,
in any way change!  Well be them that may on account of death-day, seek the
Lord
and ask for protection from the embrace of the Father.
Thus in the care of the times the son of Healfdene
always brooded; the wise hero might not turn aside misery;
that strife was too strong, grievous and enduring, then cruel violent
persecution
befell the nation, the greatest night-evil.

 So that from the home of the Gaets, Hyglac's thane, learned by inquiry (with
good) of Gendel's deeds.  On that day of his life of mankind, he was
strongest of might, noble and great.  He called (that) a good wave-traverser
(be) prepared  said, he wished to visit the war-king over the swan-road, the
famous chief since, he was in need of men, (Done?) the wise men blame him
very little for the expedition, he was beloved to them;  they urged the
valient, behold the omen.  The good, from the tribe of the Gaets, had chosen
brave warriors who he might find, one of fifteen, the men sought the ship,
he showed the way of the shore to the sea-skilled men, time went forth;  the
ship was on the waves, the boat under the cliffs.  The warriors went
entirely to the prow, the sea (became?), water with sand;  Men bore bright
weapons on the bosom of the boat, adorned armor;  Men shoved the (wudu
bundenne), men on a wished journey.  Then over the billowy sea, impelled by
wind like a bird, the foamy-necked ship (?), until the near of the other day
the curved prow had come, the seaferers saw the sea cliffs shine, the steep
cliffs, the large headlands;  Then was the sea crossed, sea voyage at the
end, Thence upwards quickly, the people of the Gaets, stepped onto the land;
moored the ship;  shirts of mail rattled, wardress;  They thanked God that
the  way across the waves became easy to them.
 
 

......Quoted.
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #80 on: June 11, 2013, 03:25:14 am »
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Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say ANYTHING else - ONE word - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the Master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this Fear Engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming -as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of NOTHING will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark world will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #81 on: June 11, 2013, 03:35:12 am »
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Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say ANYTHING else - ONE word - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the Master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this Fear Engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming -as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of NOTHING will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark world will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

This is not funny when I was 16 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Canadia and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Transformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So anyway there I Was, 16 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.

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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #82 on: June 11, 2013, 03:37:17 am »
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This is not funny when I was 16 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Canadia and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Transformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into 'you show me yours, I'll show you mine". So anyway there I Was, 16 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. So What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.

Are you aware I have a ritual called 'terminator'. I crouch in the shower in the "naked terminator" pose. With eyes closed I crouch for a minute and visualize either Arnie or the guy from the 2nd movie. I then start to hum the T2 theme. Slowly I rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me get through my day. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my terminator leg. It sorta ruins the fantasy
Malaclypse: now every time I eat them I think about her that girl's snatch
Malaclypse: it tortures me
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #83 on: June 11, 2013, 03:38:14 am »
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Are you aware I have a ritual called 'terminator'. I crouch in the shower in the "naked terminator" pose. With eyes closed I crouch for a minute and visualize either Arnie or the guy from the 2nd movie. I then start to hum the T2 theme. Slowly I rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me get through my day. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my terminator leg. It sorta ruins the fantasy

Do you know CPR because my dick stopped breathing...

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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #84 on: June 11, 2013, 03:40:33 am »
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Do you know CPR because my dick stopped breathing...

Have you ever tried cooking with your own semen?

About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, using my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm grilling grill'd cheese.

I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitely didn't taste any worse.

Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old daughter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neighbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumably after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorporate it into my cooking again in secret.

My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalantly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie to my mother.

I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know.
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Malaclypse: it tortures me
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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #85 on: June 11, 2013, 03:45:53 am »
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Have you ever tried cooking with your own semen?

About a month ago I got adventurous and decided to fap into the frying pan, using my semen in place of little extra butter I usually put in the pan when I'm grilling grill'd cheese.

I didn't notice much difference in flavor when I tried it, although it definitely didn't taste any worse.

Last night, however, while in the process leading up to grilling two sandwiches for lunch for myself and my sick mother, I noticed my neighbor's 13 year old daughter changing in the yard next door (our window sort of faces out into the neighbor's yard, the suburban layout of our community is somewhat strange), presumably after getting out of the pool. I got the urge to fap and decided to incorporate it into my cooking again in secret.

My mother did seem to notice a difference in flavor for the better - I nonchalantly told her I used a different butter, which in it's essence wasn't entirely a lie, I just didn't specify it was my nut butter. I'm not about to outright lie to my mother.

I consider myself a respectable man of principles, you know.

Honestly, that's what I call a cool story bro. Such a riveting tale, I honestly copy and pasted it to word, saved on my hard drive, backed it up on a jump drive, drove to the bank, put the jump drive in the safe deposit box, and will leave it there until my kids turn about 12 (when they can actually state their age, and ask what it is I'm showing them), when I will pick it up, put it in an old USB drive reader and relay this cool story to them and tell them, "kids, this is what a cool story should look and sound like...not like the stories your generation tells.

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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #86 on: June 11, 2013, 03:48:09 am »
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Honestly, that's what I call a cool story bro. Such a riveting tale, I honestly copy and pasted it to word, saved on my hard drive, backed it up on a jump drive, drove to the bank, put the jump drive in the safe deposit box, and will leave it there until my kids turn about 12 (when they can actually state their age, and ask what it is I'm showing them), when I will pick it up, put it in an old USB drive reader and relay this cool story to them and tell them, "kids, this is what a cool story should look and sound like...not like the stories your generation tells.

Oh, how very big of you. You're an alpha male, are you? Well, let me clue you in on something: Alpha Males haven't been in charge for a good couple of decades. Obviously, this tirade is directed on a High School level. Once you get out of high school, and begin working at your dead-end office job, you know who your boss is going to be? That's right, that pasty nerd you made fun of. It's funny, you see. The majority of the women you are talking about, despite the blatant lies you've slipped in, and the generalizations which remain moderately untrue, are frankly, idiotic sluts. The fact that you're trying to taunt us with them is inane, because while they sound appealing in text, in reality, we wouldn't want anything to do with the ****ing skanks. And furthermore, thank you for "****ing every girl in the school (I bet you can bench 2000 pounds too, amirite?)." Honestly, thank you. Why, you may ask? Because, by taking away the easy route, you have brought pain upon us. You have brought us misery, you have forced us to adapt to that misery, and to grow as people. Luxury doesn't incite growth, pain does. So while you're busy sticking it in your AIDS-ridden skanks, we're studying, learning, gaining skills that are necessary for life. You may scoff at this, call us stupid nerds for not getting the pussy while it's hot, but guess what? We're going to get it eventually. You said so yourself, women love power. So, eventually, you're going to find a women you love as much as she primally needs you. You're going to get married, maybe settle down a bit. Wild sex for the first two years, but after a while, she'll get ansy. She'll grow tired of the novelty of the Alpha Male. Your relationship will become the dull forced marriage that is seen constantly in America. You'll likely divorce her and move on, getting a younger wife that'll need you as much as your old wife did when you first married. Seems swell, doesn't it? I can assure you, it isn't. By now, we have risen to power. While you live the life of the swingers, we are the Senators, the Chairmen, we are the rulers of life as you know it. We have transcended your pitiful existence, and control every aspect of your very fate, without you even so much as noticing. By now, we have the money and the power, and as Scarface once said (We know you love him, and have his poster on your bedroom wall,'cause you're cool like that) next we get the women. And guess who it is that loves power, as you said women do? That's right, it's your little skank of a wife! Now, most of us will likely have settled down with a wife, but I'm sure there are plenty that would be glad to take your wife when she dumps your sorry ass to go to the people she knows have the real power. And, as we get older, our fortunes and power will grow. We'll eventually get a few trophy wives, settle down a bit, and live in the lap of luxury. Meanwhile, you, the "Alpha Male" will be left alone. By the time you hit thirty, your primal attraction, your ONLY asset, will begin to fade. Your third wife in ten years will grow tired of your old, pitiful body, and will leave you. Stuck in a dead-end job as one of our pawns, you will grow old and even less appealing. Eventually you will die an old and unloved man, either by taking your own life, drowning yourself in booze, or perhaps merely out of your own misery. So go ahead. Brag about how many women you are ****ing. Call us losers. We may seem to be upset, and you may mock our pain, but I assure you, we know your fate. And we are smiling inside.
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Malaclypse: it tortures me
That Guy: wat

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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #87 on: June 11, 2013, 03:55:02 am »
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« Reply #88 on: June 11, 2013, 03:58:07 am »
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what... the fuck.

I can imagine myself walking in the sunset, holding hands and smiling. Hearing the crash of the waves as a gentle breeze flows through my body and hair. Walking miles and miles, while the moon rises high into the sky. The whole world is asleep, but I am the only one living a dream. The graceful peace, settling into my heart. For once I actually feel alive. This is what it should feel like. This is how you're supposed to live. A longing sense of comfort. And as we lay on the sand staring into the night sky, the stars become brighter and multiply. Soon enough, the dark sky is brightened by each star's shine. We close our eyes, hand in hand and lie in a moment of silence when all we can hear in the background is the calm waves alining upon the shore and the light night breeze. We make a wish and lie together in a few more moments, appreciating eachother for everything we are. We then both open our eyes to the diamond-like sky, staring for a brief moment as we then both turn to eachother, lying on our sides. I am looking into your eyes and you are looking into mine. I look at every inch of your body, then interlocking my eyes into yours once again. I inhale as you take a deep breath. I then begin to speak in a soft whisper. I tell you this is everything. You are all I've wanted. You were in all my dreams. You love me the way I wanted. You care for me like no one else has. I appreciate everything you've ever done for me, everything you've spent on me, everything you've said to me and everything you've felt for me. You are the only one I want. I am in love with you. Please keep me forever. Locked away in the eternity of time. You are different. You give me ideas. Thoughts, feelings, unlived visions of places I've never been or never knew existed, walking beside you in every one. It may be simple to state how I feel about you and say I love you a thousand times, but it is all too complex to fully give you the understanding of the meaning of the immense amount of love and appreciation I have for you. I tell you you're the one. You're everything anyone could ever ask for. I am thankful to have you in my life. I love you. I then pause and look into your eyes. You don't say anything. You can see the moon reflecting onto the calm ocean. A warm chilling feeling flows throughout my body as I watch you begin to slowly close your eyes and bring your body closer to me. Your face inching towards mine. As I close my eyes, I take one deep breath, tasting the chilled ocean air. I slowly bring myself closer to you, as you put your arms around me. I can feel your body heat and your soft hands touching my body. Our lips then touch. We kiss. Passionate, gentle, everlasting. This one kiss expresses all my thoughts, feelings, emotions and every little detail of every little existing idea, dream, form of all the words and feelings that I've developed for you. That moment, it was all unveiled. We lied there for minutes, sharing this dream we both created together. As we slowly move our faces away, I lay my head upon your shoulder and your arms around my body. The night had never seemed so bright and beautiful up until this day. It's like the world turned and everything completely changed. Everything was clear and I can actually breathe and feel each beat of my heart pound against my chest, as the blood slowly flows through my body. I can feel, hear, touch, taste, see, smell and understand everything, in what now feels like what is heaven. Lifelessly floating on a cloud, feeling fully alive. The feeling of being so unrealistically content and that a perfect life and person can exist is far beyond anything I could have ever perceived. You are my savior and meaning for existance. I thank you for everything you will do and being there, always. We lie, staring into the sky feeling the air get colder as the night becomes later. It doesn't bother me though. My body is filled with a warming sense of completion. Everything I'd dreamed of having is fulfilled, finally. I close my eyes and daydream once again of having and sharing this same exact moment with you. Soon enough the stars slowly fade away as the sky becomes lighter and the light of the sun pierces through the sky, slowly rising as time repeats itself once again. But this time is new. The feeling of being reborn into a life that you feel you've lived every single day. It feels so right. Life is beautiful with you. I appreciate things much more thoroughly. I love you. I always will.

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Re: Hounds of Chulainn declare war on MB
« Reply #89 on: June 11, 2013, 04:00:03 am »
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