I see TET people

[Val Halla]

Ohh, the chest hair.

Chest hair is sexy. :3

But this is Varric's chest hair. Varric's chest hair, well. Just look at it.

[The Blaatschapen]

Ohh, the chest hair.

Chest hair is sexy. :3

*shaves his chest hair*

[Kannap]

The 1,000th post is a waste of time.

Your 10,000th post is kinda okay.

Don't celebrate unless you reach the 100,000th post. Then feel bad because you wasted too much time on the internet.

None of the landmark post count numbers are worth anything, tbh. Look at me, 21,847 posts and nothing of value.

How am I sponsored by Adidas and you have no sponsor?

[The Holy Therns]

None of the landmark post count numbers are worth anything, tbh. Look at me, 21,847 posts and nothing of value.

In your case, the real value is the person behind the posts.

Awwwww, lookit you being charming!

[Val Halla]

Sheep humour doesn't apply to not-sheep.

Most of us understand sheep humor at this point. You've not be exposed enough. A few days locked in a closet with Blaat shall do.

Will there be water?

[Idzequitch]

None of the landmark post count numbers are worth anything, tbh. Look at me, 21,847 posts and nothing of value.

In your case, the real value is the person behind the posts.

You know what they say about flattery. It's the highest form of imitation... or something like that.

[Barboneia]

*clears throat*
The Land Known As TET
A poem by Barboneia

There once was a land known as TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The people were friendly, or at least they tried.
Some might've even baked you pie.
In the morning, when you awoke,
You could find glimpses of hope.
Simply by traveling to TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The characters were interesting, to say the least.
One of two might've had three feet.
The moderators everyone adored would stop by.
To have a brief chat then move on, but that's fine.
On TET you could share your feelings and not be hurt.
A shoulder to cry on was always available for worth.
The stories related were fantastic to hear.
Just watch out if they pop open a beer.
Rough day? Don't fret.
Come on to TET.
We'll be waiting here. No rush, no worry.
In the fantastical land simply known as TET.

[Arcturus Novus]

Calm down, Isabela!

I am perfectly calm. And drooling, but that's not relevant...

People find Varric attractive? I just think he's a bro.

[Val Halla]

Chest hair is sexy. :3

*shaves his chest hair*

You have no idea what you've just done...

[The Blaatschapen]

*shaves his chest hair*

You have no idea what you've just done...

I saved myself from a lot of potentially unwanted attention

[Gallade]

Chest hair is sexy. :3

*shaves his chest hair*

There's nothing worse than prickly contact. Stop being sandpaper, men.

[Zunkwentania]

*clears throat*
The Land Known As TET
A poem by Barboneia

There once was a land known as TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The people were friendly, or at least they tried.
Some might've even baked you pie.
In the morning, when you awoke,
You could find glimpses of hope.
Simply by traveling to TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The characters were interesting, to say the least.
One of two might've had three feet.
The moderators everyone adored would stop by.
To have a brief chat then move on, but that's fine.
On TET you could share your feelings and not be hurt.
A shoulder to cry on was always available for worth.
The stories related were fantastic to hear.
Just watch out if they pop open a beer.
Rough day? Don't fret.
Come on to TET.
We'll be waiting here. No rush, no worry.
In the fantastical land simply known as TET.

That was quite good.

[The Princes of the Universe]

Chest hair is sexy. :3

*shaves his chest hair*

Dude... I'm not that Welsh.

[Stern des Meeres]

None of the landmark post count numbers are worth anything, tbh. Look at me, 21,847 posts and nothing of value.

In your case, the real value is the person behind the posts.

I'm flattered, Mr. Sheep.

None of the landmark post count numbers are worth anything, tbh. Look at me, 21,847 posts and nothing of value.

How am I sponsored by Adidas and you have no sponsor?

I don't want a corrupt capitalist agenda, Kannap. Duh.

[Zunkwentania]

You have no idea what you've just done...

I saved myself from a lot of potentially unwanted attention

Why would anyone look at a sheep's chest?

[Idzequitch]

You have no idea what you've just done...

I saved myself from a lot of potentially unwanted attention

By stripping?

[Gallade]

*clears throat*
The Land Known As TET
A poem by Barboneia

There once was a land known as TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The people were friendly, or at least they tried.
Some might've even baked you pie.
In the morning, when you awoke,
You could find glimpses of hope.
Simply by traveling to TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The characters were interesting, to say the least.
One of two might've had three feet.
The moderators everyone adored would stop by.
To have a brief chat then move on, but that's fine.
On TET you could share your feelings and not be hurt.
A shoulder to cry on was always available for worth.
The stories related were fantastic to hear.
Just watch out if they pop open a beer.
Rough day? Don't fret.
Come on to TET.
We'll be waiting here. No rush, no worry.
In the fantastical land simply known as TET.

What is this? You know nothing of our work.

[Val Halla]

You have no idea what you've just done...

I saved myself from a lot of potentially unwanted attention

I thought you meant you shaved Varric's chest hair. Apologises, Lord Sheep-God-Thingy.

[The Blaatschapen]

I saved myself from a lot of potentially unwanted attention

I thought you meant you shaved Varric's chest hair. Apologises, Lord Sheep-God-Thingy.

I don't even know who Varric is (and I don't want to find out).

[Idzequitch]

*clears throat*
The Land Known As TET
A poem by Barboneia

There once was a land known as TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The people were friendly, or at least they tried.
Some might've even baked you pie.
In the morning, when you awoke,
You could find glimpses of hope.
Simply by traveling to TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The characters were interesting, to say the least.
One of two might've had three feet.
The moderators everyone adored would stop by.
To have a brief chat then move on, but that's fine.
On TET you could share your feelings and not be hurt.
A shoulder to cry on was always available for worth.
The stories related were fantastic to hear.
Just watch out if they pop open a beer.
Rough day? Don't fret.
Come on to TET.
We'll be waiting here. No rush, no worry.
In the fantastical land simply known as TET.

You give TET far too much credit.

[Barboneia]

*clears throat*
The Land Known As TET
A poem by Barboneia

There once was a land known as TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The people were friendly, or at least they tried.
Some might've even baked you pie.
In the morning, when you awoke,
You could find glimpses of hope.
Simply by traveling to TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The characters were interesting, to say the least.
One of two might've had three feet.
The moderators everyone adored would stop by.
To have a brief chat then move on, but that's fine.
On TET you could share your feelings and not be hurt.
A shoulder to cry on was always available for worth.
The stories related were fantastic to hear.
Just watch out if they pop open a beer.
Rough day? Don't fret.
Come on to TET.
We'll be waiting here. No rush, no worry.
In the fantastical land simply known as TET.

You give TET far too much credit.

Indeed. But a poet must exaggerate to get his point across sometimes.

[Zunkwentania]

*clears throat*
The Land Known As TET
A poem by Barboneia

There once was a land known as TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The people were friendly, or at least they tried.
Some might've even baked you pie.
In the morning, when you awoke,
You could find glimpses of hope.
Simply by traveling to TET.
Quite fantastic it was, the land of TET.
The characters were interesting, to say the least.
One of two might've had three feet.
The moderators everyone adored would stop by.
To have a brief chat then move on, but that's fine.
On TET you could share your feelings and not be hurt.
A shoulder to cry on was always available for worth.
The stories related were fantastic to hear.
Just watch out if they pop open a beer.
Rough day? Don't fret.
Come on to TET.
We'll be waiting here. No rush, no worry.
In the fantastical land simply known as TET.

You give TET far too much credit.

He probably did. But it has nice flow.

[Val Halla]

I thought you meant you shaved Varric's chest hair. Apologises, Lord Sheep-God-Thingy.

I don't even know who Varric is (and I don't want to find out).

Varric Tethras is a great man.

[The Holy Therns]

You give TET far too much credit.

Indeed. But a poet must exaggerate to get his point across sometimes.

If the point needs to be exaggerated, it's probably not a very good point.

[The Princes of the Universe]

I don't even know who Varric is (and I don't want to find out).

Varric Tethras is a great man.

7/10 Would have dinner with him. :3