jamesbond110
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Post by jamesbond110 on Jul 3, 2007 19:27:00 GMT -8
TeamNos.com
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Whoa, that is so much more better than your guys' crud. Yeah, that link doesn't work. Apparently my clan got a new domain, but...
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xeno|oreo
.:Nutcase-In-Chief:.
Nibbles: 5,073
Crackin' since: August 2004
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Post by xeno|oreo on Sept 23, 2007 15:22:59 GMT -8
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Sept 25, 2007 15:36:13 GMT -8
My Ctrl+V:
"Day two of being here and so far I have 113 nibbles!
This is nibble 114..."
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xeno|oreo
.:Nutcase-In-Chief:.
Nibbles: 5,073
Crackin' since: August 2004
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Post by xeno|oreo on Sept 25, 2007 16:50:49 GMT -8
Volapük ...which is apparently a language
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Sept 25, 2007 16:56:55 GMT -8
Artist's Comments Surprise! ...? I wish I could make the interior of my mouth glow... Comic website: www.theawakenedcomic.com/The Awakened Characters and Story © Sarah Davis All Rights Reserved
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xeno|oreo
.:Nutcase-In-Chief:.
Nibbles: 5,073
Crackin' since: August 2004
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Post by xeno|oreo on Oct 2, 2007 12:54:18 GMT -8
9 7 4
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XeroCint
Je ne parle pas fran?ais trop bien
Nibbles: 337
Crackin' since: February 2007
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Post by XeroCint on Oct 2, 2007 13:45:36 GMT -8
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Oct 7, 2007 16:46:06 GMT -8
“It was a gusty summer’s day,” the old man began his tale, the wrinkles in his face accented by the flickering glow of the mid-winter fire that was lit in his hearth, the warmth of the element sparking out in momentary flashes of strength and then flowing over the people in the room with the grace and beauty of an untamed swan, the danger of such an animal lurking within its depths as well. The white of the elderly man’s hair shone in the semi-darkness of the room, a special sheen glinting off the near-silver strands and standing out greatly against his worn and tanned skin, the youth of his earlier days still remaining in his features, despite his body being worn with the age and experience of several hundred years. His steely-gray eyes glinted and sparkled with knowing, the tiredness and wisdom of his past, present, and future shining out to impress upon the villagers gathered about the room, all eyes and ears turning to him as he began to speak, all people of his enchanted realm waiting with baited breath to hear the tale of a lifetime – one rarely told, but remembered throughout their lives even so. It was a tale of troubled times and mythical places, of death and peril, war and hate. However, it was also a tale of friendship, honor, magic, and love. A tale worth being told over and over again, but not so often that the people may grow weary of it. A tale to be kept as revered as the man telling it – and the woman who would sit beside him by the end of it, only now ignoring him as she bustled about to serve their guests refreshments while the storm outside the windows blew, “a gusty but warm summer’s day, as unlike this day as vinegar is oil, when this tale first began. The sun was shining behind the trees that lined the shores of what was, we believed, naught but a humble peninsula kingdom by the name of Arimithia, it’s warmth as honey-sweet as the dewberries the young ones might pick from the Queens gardens when they think she knows not of what they do.” Several small faces were flushed with red as the man made this statement, and he grinned at them with good-nature twinkling in his countenance, following his statement with a merry laugh as the youngest of the bunch turned to the woman that was bustling about the room with an apologetic look upon her face, mumbling a soft apology for both the thievery and the stares as she turned her attention back to the man who laughed before her. “Worry naught, child. No such minor thievery is frowned upon. The Queen’s berries are sweet and grown for the purpose of spoiling young children, fear not the wrath of the royals, for they are tired and kind despite the tales sometimes woven by bards with spare time on their hands and no story to tell.” The woman smiled at the child before turning to the man in the chair, “Do continue… and naught with interruptions this time, I declare. I do believe that silence is manageable, even in a group of this size.” “Aye,” the man nodded heartily and leaned back in his chair, taking a momentary whiff on his pipe before gazing at the ceiling and gaining a far-off look; the look of a man reminiscing of things that resided deep within his mind – thoughts that were only called together all at once on an occasion such as this, when the weather deemed it impossible for any living soul to be outside and necessary for some tale to be woven into the hearts of those about them, “To continue then.” The man closed his eyes and laid his hands upon the arms of his great, red-velvet chair, his breathing becoming more shallow as he drew out the silence… drawing it out to the point where it was thought that perhaps he had fallen past the realm of consciousness and into the beyond. It was then that his mouth reopened and a voice poured forth – the tone so unlike that of the man before them that several whispered that perhaps he was possessed of some spirit of the past – only few knowing the truth of such a statement and smiling as the younger man came forth through his elder body and told the tale. It would be a long, but glorious night and not a mouse would come forth from it without something to think about. Such was the way with words.
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XeroCint
Je ne parle pas fran?ais trop bien
Nibbles: 337
Crackin' since: February 2007
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Post by XeroCint on Oct 7, 2007 17:02:35 GMT -8
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Oct 7, 2007 18:33:35 GMT -8
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XeroCint
Je ne parle pas fran?ais trop bien
Nibbles: 337
Crackin' since: February 2007
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Post by XeroCint on Oct 12, 2007 2:45:41 GMT -8
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Oct 12, 2007 12:56:35 GMT -8
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XeroCint
Je ne parle pas fran?ais trop bien
Nibbles: 337
Crackin' since: February 2007
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Post by XeroCint on Oct 13, 2007 5:06:05 GMT -8
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Mister Mouse
Si on devait mourir demain, qu'est-ce que tu ferais?
Nibbles: 790
Crackin' since: September 2007
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Post by Mister Mouse on Oct 14, 2007 14:32:10 GMT -8
"Quand on Cherche L'amour" - Natasha St-Pier
Avancer vers la mer On sait pourquoi on avance Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Effacer les frontières On sait pourquoi on avance Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Remonter les rivières On sait pourquoi on avance Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Traverser les déserts On sait pourquoi on se perd Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Découvrir qui on est On sait pourquoi on est fait Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Parcourir une histoire On sait qu'on va quelque part Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Aller droit devant soi On sait toujours où on va Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Pour l'autre à retenir On est prêt à tout offrir Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Pour aimer quelques secondes On peut bouleverser le monde Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Pour croiser un regard On peut oublier de voir Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Pour se prendre dans les bras On peut avancer jusque là Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Pour se poser enfin On peut aller bien pour loin Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
Quand on cherche l'amour Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour Quand on cherche Quand on cherche l'amour
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XeroCint
Je ne parle pas fran?ais trop bien
Nibbles: 337
Crackin' since: February 2007
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Post by XeroCint on Oct 15, 2007 8:07:30 GMT -8
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