Phid's on vacation
Fortran Dragon
Ophidian has asked me to let everyone know that he has decided to
take a break from the newsgroup to celebrate his birthday and
Thanksgiving. We should be seeing him some time next week.
--
Fortran Dragon -==(UDIC)==- | "There isn't enough darkness in the world
-=[MT]=- | to quench the light of one small candle."
Hidalgo Trading Company: <http://home.earthlink.net/~fortran/index.html>
rgcud FAQ: <http://home.earthlink.net/~fortran/faq/rgcudfaq.html>
cr...@interlog.com
>
> Ophidian has asked me to let everyone know that he has decided to
> take a break from the newsgroup to celebrate his birthday and
> Thanksgiving. We should be seeing him some time next week.
you've killed him! you're just using the time to dispose of the body!
*from out of nowhere, a bolt peirces Annoying's breast (like no breast
breast, but like [deep voice] a chest)*
Ahh, this is not one of Iolo's, it actually hit it's target
*gasp*
*thud*
> --
>
> Fortran Dragon -==(UDIC)==- | "There isn't enough darkness in the world
> -=[MT]=- | to quench the light of one small candle."
> Hidalgo Trading Company: <http://home.earthlink.net/~fortran/index.html>
> rgcud FAQ: <http://home.earthlink.net/~fortran/faq/rgcudfaq.html>
-Annoying Dragon(deceased)
Destrius
the entity named cr...@interlog.com (cr...@interlog.com)
inscribed the following words in rec.games.computer.ultima.dragons:
-clip-
>you've killed him! you're just using the time to dispose of the body!
>*from out of nowhere, a bolt peirces Annoying's breast (like no breast
>breast, but like [deep voice] a chest)*
>Ahh, this is not one of Iolo's, it actually hit it's target
>*gasp*
>*thud*
-clip-
"You mean Fortran is plotting to kill all of us Dragons?!"
"But...but he would never do such a thing!"
Destrius thinks.
"Or could it be...no, that is impossible, but..."
"But....."
"Eff-Fi-"
A portal opens underneath Destrius, swallowing the unfortunate mage into
the depths of nothingness...
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| Destrius Dragon | |
| Official Mad Mage | "Am I dreaming of the |
| -=*[~UDIC~]*=- -=*[UnSPLUT!]*=- | butterfly, or is the |
| http://destrius.simplenet.com/email.html | butterfly dreaming |
| Follow instructions to email me... | of me...?" |
| Website: | |
| http://destrius.simplenet.com | . o O (...) |
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uG++++ uLB+ uA+++ nC+ nR nH+ nP++ nI++ nPT++++
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Mils
>take a break from the newsgroup to celebrate his birthday and
>Thanksgiving. We should be seeing him some time next week.
Owwwwwwwww, no more news from Chessgirl and stuff 'till that time ?
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| @___oo Mils Michael
/\ /\ / (__,,,,| mi...@club-internet.fr ; ICQ: 11938373
) /^\) ^\/ _) http://perso.club-internet.fr/mils/main.html
"Vous allez finir par vous aimer les uns les autres, bordel de merde?"
(Jesus II : Le retour, bientot dans vos églises.)
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Ibn al-Hazardous Dragon
known as Bildo72 on 25 Nov 1998 14:07:34 GMT uttered the following
message:
}>>you've killed him! you're just using the time to dispose of the body!
}>>*from out of nowhere, a bolt peirces Annoying's breast (like no breast
}>>breast, but like [deep voice] a chest)*
}>>Ahh, this is not one of Iolo's, it actually hit it's target
}>>*gasp*
}>>*thud*
}>-clip-
}>
}>"You mean Fortran is plotting to kill all of us Dragons?!"
}>
}>"But...but he would never do such a thing!"
}>
}>Destrius thinks.
}>
}>"Or could it be...no, that is impossible, but..."
}>
}>"But....."
}>
}>"Eff-Fi-"
}>
}>A portal opens underneath Destrius, swallowing the unfortunate mage into
}>the depths of nothingness...
}>
}oh god,who's next.... uhoh, im the next poster...
}
}Lowly starts to run, thinking he'll escape, just as he reaches the ends of the
}world, tommy lasorda suddenly appears over him and falls, killing the poor
}dragon instantly...
}
IT WAS A MISTAKE!!!
I PROMISE, I DIDN'T MEAN TO PRESS THE RE:-BUTTON
NOOOO!!!!
Oh? Is it you? I thought it wa...
<THSKUT>
-- F
Ibn al-Hazardous Dragon /\
-==(UDIC)==- F / \ F
-==(the UnSPLUTables)==- /\ /____\ /\
Wouldst thou reply, /__\/|\__/|\/__\
Eatest the pie! / || || \
_____________________________/______||__||______\___
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Blake Hyde
Novan looks suprised as Ibn's lifeless body Thskut's to the ground in
front of him. Being a bored American teenager, however, he simply
shrugs and goes on staring mindlessly at the television.
--
Blake Hyde (ROT13: ou...@pbaarpgh.arg)
-==(UDIC)==-
Novan Dragon
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nPT nS+ nT wM wC+ wS- wI++ wN- o oA++ y a666
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Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> Owwwwwwwww, no more news from Chessgirl and stuff 'till that time ?
Nope, but we do have a new game that involves large, flightless
extinct birds.... <cackles insanely>
Ibn al-Hazardous Dragon
following message:
}Novan looks suprised as Ibn's lifeless body Thskut's to the ground in
}front of him. Being a bored American teenager, however, he simply
}shrugs and goes on staring mindlessly at the television.
HAH!
You would if your mother Thskuted to the ground before your television
too (unless she did it over the TV - thus obstructing your view of it).
;)
Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> you've killed him! you're just using the time to dispose of the body!
> *from out of nowhere, a bolt peirces Annoying's breast (like no breast
> breast, but like [deep voice] a chest)*
> Ahh, this is not one of Iolo's, it actually hit it's target
> *gasp*
> *thud*
One little dragon...
Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> "You mean Fortran is plotting to kill all of us Dragons?!"
>
> "But...but he would never do such a thing!"
>
> Destrius thinks.
>
> "Or could it be...no, that is impossible, but..."
>
> "But....."
>
> "Eff-Fi-"
>
> A portal opens underneath Destrius, swallowing the unfortunate mage into
> the depths of nothingness...
Two little dragons...
Fortran Dragon
Light...
> Heh... I'll escape death if I just don't post... err... uh oh.
>
> I'd better get myself over to the police station beforei ejaih jsknf 5.
>
> *Nozumas collapses onto keyboard, if you were here you'd see the dagger
> protruding from his neck.
Four little dragons...
Fortran Dragon
Light...
[Snip]
> IT WAS A MISTAKE!!!
>
> I PROMISE, I DIDN'T MEAN TO PRESS THE RE:-BUTTON
>
> NOOOO!!!!
>
> Oh? Is it you? I thought it wa...
>
> <THSKUT>
Five little dragons...
Fortran Dragon
[Snp]
> Novan looks suprised as Ibn's lifeless body Thskut's to the ground in
> front of him. Being a bored American teenager, however, he simply
> shrugs and goes on staring mindlessly at the television.
<thwack!>
Six little dragons...
<thwack! thwack!>
Stay dead will you?
Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> Okay, who dressed me in this uniform? Dis?
<thwack! thwack! thwack!>
<sigh> Have you ever had a day when they just won't stay dead?
Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> WOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
>
> <Moa flies and burn Great Siberian to death, he then disappears into
> the sky...>
<whooooooooooooooooooooshh> BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Heat seeking missiles. Gotta love 'em. <evil grin>
Seven little dragons...
Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> -- Green Baron Dragon hears the sound of Lasorda dropping to the ground.
> He rushes over to see Lowly Dragon - a splat upon the ground.
>
> "What the... No, Fortran would not unleash his secret plan yet... I
> thought Fortran was waiting until U:A came out.. Odd.."
<evil, ominous laugh in the background>
> -- Just as Green Baron was about to leave, a voice - the voice of the
> Guardian - could be heard.
>
> "No..No! The Guardian and Fortran planning to destroy us fans of
> Britannia.. NO!!!"
<muttered "Somebody has to make sure the BRM will do something
intelligent and downright evil. Just be glad Fortran comes before
Frenetic. ;)">
> -- Green Baron begins to fly away. The voice can be heard:
>
> "Dragon! Thou wilt not survive the wrath of me, The Guardian! Batlin is
> truly now within me... And Fortran is part of my plan to destroy all the
> minions of Britannia so as to destroy Britannia itself! HA HA HA!!!"
<In the distance you here a smack! and a "Hey, I get first
billing! It's my idea after all. We'd still be waiting on Garriott
if we listened to you.">
> -- As the Guardian intones these words, clouds gather over Green Baron
> Dragon.
>
> "I knew of Fortran, but you Guardian!? You shall not be able to destroy
> all of us! Our will is too strong! And by Spring of 1999 you shall fall
> from Britannia for good!!!"
<Think shards. {evil howl of laughter} Heehee. Just which shard
is the *real* Britannia. Who is to say that the Avatar has been
visiting the same shard each time or will be returning to the shard he
left in the first place?>
> -- Suddenly, bolts of lightning begin to blast forth from the sky. One
> of them hits Green Baron Dragon and he falls towards the ground. Dazed
> he looks up to the sky. The Guardian intones the following:
>
> "Now Dragon, feel my wrath!!"
>
> -- A massive, stale, and rock hard Cinnabon materializes above Green
> Baron. It floats there for several seconds, and crashes into the ground
> on which Green Baron was residing. A blast of light emanates from this
> crash, and a shock wave is emitted that travels several miles..... Green
> Baron cannot be seen anywhere....
You know way too much. We know what that means according to the
Evil Overlord checklist.
Eight little Dragons...
Fortran Dragon
[Snip]
> You probably think that, in this post, I'm going to die as well?
> No-no-no, ha-ha-ha-ha! Fortran is going to need an assistant to clean up
> all the mess and get rid of the bodies and annoying policemen!
>
> - Great Siberian Dragon, master undertaker and cremator
<Starfire shines out trying out all light and setting even the
stones on fire>
A Dragon is his own cremator.
Nine little dragons...
Fortran Dragon
> From high in the craggy peaks rises a low rumbling sound as a row of
> peaks seem to move and shake off there snowy mantle. Rising from the
> maelstom of swirling snow and dust is BuBa Dragon!
> "Wha,... Who woke me?"
>
> reviewing the last posts he realizes his danger... As he ponders his
> next move, he breathes a huge gout of flame into a cavern,
> <FOOOOOOSH!!!>
> Placing a cinnabon in the cave to warm, he considers if he should fight
> or flee...
> Finally he seems to make a decision and his self preservation instincts
> take hold (he is after all, despite his size a young dragon, and no
> match
> for a greybeard). Poping the now warm cinnabon into his gaping maw he
> rises to flee what is obviously a plot against all dragonkind.
> Raising into the sky he is suddenly gripped by firece convoulsions!
> "ACK! Poisioned CINNABONS!"
> His massive body plunges to the ground as the snow settles over a new
> ridge of mountains...
How in the name of the seven hells am I supposed to move this one?
<scratch>
<scratch>
<scratch scratch>
<scratch>
Aha!
<ppooopp>
<uh>
<ppoOOpp>
<uh>
Damn. Ok, let's give it the old college try.
<pppplllllloooooooooooooppppppppp!>
<whew>
Paul Ryan
Depths...
> >And I seem to forget exactly what DAAMIT stood for; it's been awhile.
>
>
> I've never known (too new, I guess) but I'll wager a bet that AMI stands for
> Ass Maiming Iolo.
Isn't it something like 'Dragons Against Archers Missing Intended
Targets'?
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