Wayfarer's Tavern

Want I should cast a spell on him?

 

With camembert or hollandaise.
It might be grilled, it might be braised.
It might be served on silver platter.
A lovely fish, it doesn't matter.

 

*Flips through DnD book*

How about...

Cone of Cold? He'll be very cold, frozen in ice and won't talk. XD

 

They drop their pretenses, followed by their knickers?

 

*Is unsure if he should file this in the "Why was I not born blind" folder* o___O The images!!

 

Hehe, nicely done!

As a hobby, I design levels or 'missions' for an old PC game entitled Thief: The Dark Project. (A steam-punk/medieval stealth game) In my latest mission, there is a homeless man that lives in the sewers. He was a famous opera singer back in his youth, but was driven out of the opera by an evil lady. He now lives in the sewer and sings of his previous fame.

When the player first encounters him, he sings the poem that I just posted at them.
If you find a fish and bring it to him, he finishes the poem with another sing-song response of:

Now take this note, it fell down my hole.
You can have it since I'm way too old.
Thank you lad for granting my wish
and bringing me this lovely fish!

The note that he gives you is actually a pass to an exclusive night club from which the player can now gain entry to and subsequently rob the place blind.

Yes, I did voice act and sing the lines. It was hilarious and was met by a great response from the Thief community!

 

Lol, Nemo, you're half blind, that should help a little...

Edit: Rob, now I'm curious! (Meaning: I want to hear it!)

 

Stephen, sometimes some of us also write silly little poems randomly on this thread because they're amusing. Wrey does it all the time. He's very good at it.

 

Very cool

 

Finished customizing my profile. It's...crazy now. XD

 

Yup. The idea is for someone else to write another stanza.

Nothing serious, just fun.

 

Sure is, Wrey.

 

I still say you should try to publish some of them and make a book.

Well, off to class again.

 

Bye Rei!

I'm in class. Boooo!

 

I may just do.


On a different note. I think Cesar Millan would be unhappy with me.

I think I am guilty of puppy spoilage. :redface:

 

My class doesn't start in 17 minutes.

EDIT: Puppy spoilage? Ceaser Millain would be banging his head on the wall until it formed a crater the size of the one in Arizona if he knew what I did:

1) I let my dogs sleep on the bed, sometimes on my part (the pillows).

2) I often adjust my positon on the bed to make them more comfortable or not to wake them.

3) If I stay up late, I don't turn much light on because I don't want to hurt their widdle doggiy eyes.

4) I give them treats just for lulz.

So, yeah. XD

 

that's, uh, nice Link.

 

There is NO WAY my dog is allowed to get on my bed. Like, NEVER.

 

Yeah. They liked it. Except now after Howie's back problems, they're banned to downstairs. It's not my fault, just happens, but now both of them are restricted to being downstairs.

 

Yeah, I don't do none o'dem things, but Lee Lee does want to be on my lap now while I am working.

 

My old dog Rand (yeah, I named him after a WOT character) used to growl at me when I disallowed him from my bed. Sometimes I wouldn’t wake up soon enough and there’d be his crushing weight on me legs! Little pointy elbows too.

 

Ouch... the only one that did that to me, was a little kitten called Ruby. I didn't mind that.

 

We had a Wire Haired Terrier named Max for three days who growled and
bared teeth at the slightest provocation, or lack thereof.

That's why he was only with us for three days.

He pinned me in the the kitchen as I was looking for something in the fridge
and would not let me close the fridge door. This is gonna' sound terrible, but
I had to kick him to get out of the kitchen. I would not normally ever hurt an
animal but he was not in control.

 

Are you prejudiced against dogs? Cats allowed. Dogs banned

 

Rand was not normally aggressive, but he thought my room was his for some reason. And he wasn’t very big, but I took him to the Colorado River almost every day, and he was just muscular and heavy as bricks