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You misspelled petition.

No, I didn't.

Then you meant to misspell pension?

I am confused. What are you trying to say?

How does this make you feel?

I keep forgetting that you're new.

Well which is it? Pension or petition?

You misspelled petition.

No, I didn't.

Then you meant to misspell pension?

I am confused. What are you trying to say?

How does this make you feel?

U mad bro?

I like rice.

YOU'RE NEXT, UDDER BOI! 

That's what she said!

And then she smacked my bitch up.   

Smacked as in spanking or smacked as in filled with heroin?

Obviously.  <----FUCKING ONE LINERS!

Third base!

Who's on first?

I like rice.

YOU'RE NEXT, UDDER BOI! 

QQ MOAR

See, kids?  One liners make you turn all communist.

See, rational beings, disagreeing with and/or mocking the establishment makes you a communist.

Missed that one. 

It's ok. All it is communist propaganda. Nothing to see here citizen. Move along. Move along.

I like rice.

YOU'RE NEXT, UDDER BOI! 

QQ MOAR

See, kids?  One liners make you turn all communist.

See, rational beings, disagreeing with and/or mocking the establishment makes you a communist.

I like rice.

YOU'RE NEXT, UDDER BOI! 

QQ MOAR

I like rice.

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Bear in mind I am some what embarrassed by this morass of words.   


This here is the beginning of a story I wrote in 2007 while bored in AIT at Ft Lee, learning how to look stuff up in a regulation was just so taxing... It is no where near completion, partly due to me not knowing where I was going with it in the first place. I am sharing this in hope that with some sort of feedback I will be motivated to complete this.

   A lone figure stands. Heavily shrouded, the only indications of life are the white plume of his breath and the slow rise and fall of its shoulders. The wind screams through the narrow canyon, tearing at the figure's wrappings. Next to him, driven into the ground, is an enormous black sword, taller than he and just as broad. Behind him stretches a narrow and rickety rope bridge over a mist filled chasm.
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   A quartet of horsemen robed and cowled against the bitter icy cold, ride swiftly through the narrow canyon. Coming around a sharp the lead horse rears up, sliding to a halt on the loose snow and gravel. The other three horsemen skillfully bringing their horses to a stop, laugh loudly as the lead rider curses loudly and reins his horse in.

   "Is Your Highness alright?" bellows the largest of the riders in mirth at the young rider's antics.

   "Yes, mayhap we should have brought along a pony, an old one, too docile to startle a youngster," joins in the tallest of the riders.

   Walking his horse back to the rest of the riders, the Prince speaks,"I am quite naturally alright Lord Raerth, merely displaying some horsemanship far beyond your ken." He pulls back his cowl and gives an impishly young smirk to Lord Raerth. "And as for..."

   Mid-sentence a deep booming voice that seems to come from the very earth, echoing all around them, speaks out," None shall pass," accompanied by the horses neighing and a low grinding noise, like the sound of steel being drug along stone.

   The quartet struggle to get their horses under control, while drawing their weapons, the Lord Raerth unsheathed a sizable longsword, followed closely by the tall rider, Master Shiceld, drawing forth a many headed flail.

   "Who dares to deny His Highness, the Prince of Lothland, and his servants?" demands the Prince as he gets his horse under control, again, and unsheathes his with a light steely ring.

   "I do." The quartet all turn around and see the shrouded figure, who until now had been beyond notice, hefting his massive blade and resting it on his shoulder. "Only strongest in arms may best me and pass through." The prince pales and nearly drops his at the sight of the massive swords and his equally massive sword. In the brief silence the sharp twanging of a bow fills the air as a handful of arrows thunk deeply into the man's torso, stopping his advance

   "Well done Sir Bleys!" exclaims the Prince, as the other two men cheer.

Their cheers are cut short by sounds of the arrow shafts being snapped in half. "None. Shall. Pass," spoke the swordsman as he swings at the Princes head. Lord Raerth barely stopped the mighty blow, his sword chiming loudly with the impact. Suddenly the swordsman whirls his blade around, cutting through the many chains of Master Shiceld's flail as if they were just twine, sending the spiked weights flying wide. Without missing a beat he cleaves Master Shiceld from shoulder to hip. "Such underhanded tactics shall avail you not."

Seeing their companion cut down prompts the Prince and Lord Raerth to charge in with a flurry of arrows from Sir Bley's bow. Moving much faster than seemed possible, the swordsman knocks aside both the Prince's and Lord Raerth's blades as he is peppered with the heavy shafts of Sir Bleys' with no apparent effect.

Sir Bleys, taking what appears to him to be a prime opportunity, drops his bow and draws his sword while spurring his horse to charge the swordsman. Sadly for him, the swordsman moved much quicker and cut down Sir Bleys' horse, hurling him to the ground. Shaking his head to clear the starbursts from his eyes he barely had enough time to bring his sword up to futilely defend against the swordsman's attack. With a mighty ringing the swordman's massive sword shatters Sir Bleys' sword, cleaving through his head and the stone beneath it.

"None shall pass," he states, pulling the blade free from the stone and shattered remains of Sir Bleys' skull, spraying gore and rock chips through the air to spatter on the grounds and no longer virgin white snow.

"This makes me angry so I must watch it"

Socialized medicine comes to mind.

It's a bit like telling Cain he should check out CCTV cameras and linking to a 1995 FUD article about those.

Wait, they're now using CCTV to spy on people?  In public?  What the fuck?

only you

Something about a giant whale.

Or more seriously, my understanding is, there has to be someone in authority over a state.

I BELIEVE IN EATING MY MEAT RAW AND SLEEPING IN A TREE.  ANYTHING ELSE IS UNNATURAL.

But I like eating red meat raw.

So what prevents socialism/communism from working the way it's supposed to?

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