[url="http://www.gamebanshee.com"]GameBanshee[/url] Make your gaming scream! "I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl" "I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well" "Quiet time...no more whine"
A heavy rain cascaded downwards upon the predawn earth, causing a dank haze to cloak the verdant forest. Morning was not far away, though darkness continued to permeate the wooded landscape. Only the faintest sound of breathing broke the otherwise pervasive silence. Situated on a small hillock stood the lone Kayless, proudly surveying the wilderness that constituted the kingdom of the Game Banshee. The centenary of this lush land had come full circle and the young man was proud to be part of this momentous occasion. He watched as the rain began to abate and sunlight started to pierce through the clouds, heralding the approach of dawn. It wouldn’t be long before the clash of steel on steel could be heard ringing throughout the county of SYM as the occupants brawled, set flame to buildings and drank copious amounts of spirits in the numerous taverns. Others would content themselves by feasting on the abundant supplies of spam and inquiring about philosophical matters. A day much like any other, with the exception of the historic anniversary. Kayless smiled as he descended into the fray. It was to be a good day.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
With the eloquent crap out of the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAME BANSHEE!!!
(Metaphorical writing or dancing frogs: The timeless question)
[ 09-01-2001: Message edited by: Kayless ]
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
happy east...no wrong one...merry chri...no, wrong again...good morn...no wrong again...oh, thats it. happy birthday gamebanshee. how old are you?
And that's the bottom line, 'cos Stoner Cold said so!
Mate, Feed, Kill, Repeat
I've felt the hate rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander over where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...
Originally posted by Kayless:
<STRONG>With the eloquent crap out of the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAME BANSHEE!!!
(Metaphorical writing or dancing frogs: The timeless question)
Originally posted by rapier:
<STRONG>
Third time's the charm, eh? </STRONG>
@Rapier, assuming my connection doesn't freak out again. I'm not even going to try going onto Battle.net later like I was planning. (lag would kick my ass more than Diablo).
[ 09-01-2001: Message edited by: Kayless ]
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
And that's the bottom line, 'cos Stoner Cold said so!
Mate, Feed, Kill, Repeat
I've felt the hate rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander over where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...
@Stoner Cold, I just had some problems with one of my posts. Nothing major.
EDIT: Doh! I mispelled major! I really should go offline for a while.
[ 09-01-2001: Message edited by: Kayless ]
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Originally posted by Kayless:
<STRONG>With the eloquent crap out of the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAME BANSHEE!!!
(Metaphorical writing or dancing frogs: The timeless question)
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
And that's the bottom line, 'cos Stoner Cold said so!
Mate, Feed, Kill, Repeat
I've felt the hate rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander over where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...