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Re: SPIDERS III -- Use your imagination, fuckstick.
« Reply #270 on: December 02, 2010, 05:35:14 am »
What better way to connect the games than through the original Discordians? (Omitted Nekk since he didn't play this round.)

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Re: SPIDERS III -- Use your imagination, fuckstick.
« Reply #271 on: December 02, 2010, 01:31:24 pm »
No idea. But can't wait for MOAR SIGNUPS. Trip better signup this time. Confusing everyone with his Dutch citizenship and non-ability to vote!  :argh!:

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Re: SPIDERS III -- Use your imagination, fuckstick.
« Reply #272 on: December 02, 2010, 04:24:36 pm »
I won't have time for anything until tuesday, and I'm not near any internets on Moosemas weekend, so I am sorry to disappoint, I can only provide confusing non-votes.
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Re: SPIDERS III -- Use your imagination, fuckstick.
« Reply #273 on: December 02, 2010, 04:26:50 pm »
I won't have time for anything until tuesday, and I'm not near any internets on Moosemas weekend, so I am sorry to disappoint, I can only provide confusing non-votes.

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Re: SPIDERS III -- Use your imagination, fuckstick.
« Reply #274 on: January 19, 2019, 05:12:18 am »
Well that was...short. On one hand, nice for people to take it easy with the lengthy typing, and just getting down to business, but I can't be the only one who felt a bit meh about how blasé it felt as a result. I think the fact that these first three all happened over the span of a month or two kind of lessened the enjoyment as things went on :kingmeh:

Though I did like how EOC was actually a spider this time...with an icon like that, how can he not be, amirite? :lulz:
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From the gates, to the city, to the market so pretty,
They'd not leave until they were done.

Said the Goddess to the Frog,
"You'd best be moving along."
So sayeth the water, the words of Anahita,
But the Frog just made themselves a bog.

And lo, they said:

"May I have your shoes, miss?
O great Water Goddess,
I've a journey that I need to start."
She responded from her knowing, wise heart.

With this, said the Goddess,
"Go now, take these shoes with."
And covered their webbed feet with glee.
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Re: SPIDERS III -- Use your imagination, fuckstick.
« Reply #275 on: January 19, 2019, 06:20:50 am »
.but I can't be the only one who felt a bit meh about how blasé it felt as a resu

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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.