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Postby Karak Grund » Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:46 am

On Dwarves
Dwarfs are one of the most ancient races of the Warhammer world. From the beginning of time, their traditional homeland has been the Worlds Edge Mountains. It is a vast, forbidding mountain chain that marks the eastern boundary of the Old World. Here, in ages past, the Dwarfs built their massive underground strongholds among the high peaks and tumbling chasms. At its height, their realm spread from the far north to the distant south, while their mines stretched far beneath the earth itself. These days of glory are now long gone; many strongholds lie in ruins or are occupied by evil creatures. The great achievements of the past are now nothing more than memories -- ancient sagas sung in the half-empty halls of the few surviving Dwarf strongholds.

Dwarfs are the greatest miners and tunnelers in the world, and they delve deep beneath their mountain homes for metals, precious stones, and other mineral wealth buried there. From this raw material, they make all kinds of precious objects, including weapons, armor, marvelous vessels, and jewels worked with incredible skill. Beneath each Dwarf stronghold there exists a labyrinth of caverns and tunnels created and enlarged over centuries as the Dwarfs dug ever deeper in search of new riches.

Dwarfs are supremely skilled craftsmen and take great pride in everything they do. It is almost impossible for a Dwarf to hurry his work, and no Dwarf could ever bring himself to produce something slipshod or cheap. Whether it be forging weapons and armor, the construction of fortifications, or the mechanical inventions of the famed Engineers Guild, the ingenuity and technical ability of Dwarfs is unsurpassed anywhere in the Old World. No other race, not even the great craftsmen of the High Elves, can rival the care and skill of the Dwarfs.

Dwarfs obtain all they really need by trading raw materials and artifacts with their neighboring peoples. A few basic crops are grown within the walls of the Dwarf strongholds and hardy livestock graze on the high pastures. Good land is scarce in the mountains and Dwarfs are not great farmers, although they are enthusiastic hunters, able to find meat and fur even in the highest peaks. Grain and fruit are brought into the mountains by merchants and exchanged in the strongholds for metalwork and gold. If trade routes are cut by war, and the strongholds are besieged, the dour Dwarfs tighten their belts and dine on Dwarf stone bread, a tough bread baked from a mixture of wild grain and pulverized rock, made almost palatable when washed down with good Dwarf ale! Indeed, Dwarf ale is so nourishing that Dwarfs can survive for weeks on this alone. Every stronghold has a great store of barrels and takes immense pride in the efficacy and unique flavor of its ale.

Dwarfs are a grim and exceptionally proud people. They are sparing with their praise and often disparaging about the achievements of other races. Dwarfs respect three things above all others: age, wealth, and skill. Of course, a Dwarf will always carefully explain how his race is the oldest of all, how his ancestors earned unimaginable wealth, and how the Dwarfs are the most skilled builders and smiths in the world. This is not boasting, it is just setting the record straight.

Unless slain in battle or some other mishap befalls them, Dwarfs live to a very great age. The relative length and fullness of a Dwarf's beard indicate how old and wise he is -- hence, Dwarfs are immensely proud of their beards and never cut or trim them. Whatever they are doing, if Dwarfs are in any doubt as to how to proceed, they look to the Dwarf with the longest beard to tell them what to do. He provides what is invariably the wisest solution.

Dwarfs have a great reverence for old things, valuing them for their memories and associations. When a skilled Dwarf smith dies, his work lives after him and forms a tangible connection to the past. The preservation and continuing use of some ancient device or construction is a form of respect and veneration for its creator. All Dwarf master craftsmen are adept at reforging ancient weapons or incorporating ancient relics into their new works.

Hoarding wealth is a great passion among Dwarfs. They are an industrious race and work hard for their riches and possessions. When a Dwarf dies, his possessions are divided amongst his family and so are passed on from generation to generation. A family's treasure is held most dear, as it is both a source of wealth and a link between the living and the dead. No Dwarf feels secure unless his treasure hoard is heaped high enough for him to sit on.

The hoards of some ancient Dwarf lords were of legendary proportions. Even today, the riches of the remaining Dwarf strongholds are a great attraction to Orcs, Goblins, and other would-be conquerors. However, the Dwarfs are extremely tough, and their strongholds have mostly withstood the test of time.

Nevertheless, over the millennia, several great and proud strongholds have fallen to Orcs and other invaders, their populations dispersed and slain, and their hoards of gold and artifacts broken up and scattered across the world.

All Dwarfs have a rigid sense of honor that is centered upon a bond or promise. If a Dwarf makes a deal, he will remember it and keep to it, even if it costs him dearly to do so. A Dwarf will honor the word of an ancestor even if it was made centuries before. In turn, Dwarfs expect others to keep their word, and look to the families of oathbreakers for recompense.

It is the worst possible insult to break faith with a Dwarf; it is also a serious mistake. A broken bond will be remembered forever and inevitably avenged. Great breaches of faith against the Dwarf people are recorded in a massive tome kept in Karaz-a-Karak, and it is known as the Great Book of Grudges. No dealings are entered into with anybody without prior reference to this book, which almost amounts to a chronicle of Dwarf history. It is part of Dwarf folklore and many Dwarfs know by heart its fiery accounts of great wrongs done to their ancestors.eDwarfs have little knowledge of magic as it is practiced by Elves and Humans, and they have no wizards as such. The magical lore of the Dwarfs is closely linked to their craftsmanship in weaponry, armor, and other artifacts. Dwarf Runesmiths make many magical devices, including the finest weapons and armor. They are masters of rune lore, the art of using runes to entrap magic and imbue artifacts with arcane power. Their knowledge has been passed down by word of mouth from the days of the ancestors, although knowledge of the most potent runes is a very powerful secret known to only a few of the most adept Runelords.
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Postby Karak Grund » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:01 am

The Hold
I. The Gate and Sky Bridge lies above a giant river of molten lava cannons are set to destroy the bridge as needed. The Barracks of the Bridge Guard lies inside the two great watch towers, and the defenders of the realm are ever vigilant.

The Sky Bridge
II. The Great Hall lies here, where the Kings warriors dine. The Throne lies here, unless the King wishes to be carried to see visitors, with the Great Shield on display behind it. 100 Banners line the hall and the 100 lords sit beneath their banners on smaller thrones in what is called the Council of Lords. The Queen presides on the right hand of the King.

The Great Hall
III. The Kin of the King reside on this level. The Scribes Chamber is here. The rest of the Hall is more happy though, and the kitchens and breweries reside here.

The Main Brew Hall
IV. The Kings Chamber is here along with 1000 barracks. All of the Commerce is handled here as merchants count the gold flow in the hold. In addition, the High Honored Guilds have their shops here. The Hall of Accolades lies here where the trophies of the Kings along with his Royal Armory lay.

The Royal Armory
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V. The Great Runeforge of Fire is at the heart of this level, with its funnels of molten rock flowing in to aid your smiths in their craftsmanship. The Great Cannons are housed here and the foundries are constantly producing weapons and armour for your brave soldiers. All the workshops and powder rooms are on this level as well.
The Great Runeforge of Fire
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VI. The Shrines to the Ancestors are here, in the center lie great statues to the gods. The Halls of Remembrance are here, where heroes and tragedies are remembered. Great deeds and Heroes are never forgotten in their bravery.

VII. The Tomb of the Ancestors is here along with the Grand Treasury is here and carefully counted regularly by 10 trusted scribes. All of the other Treasure Vaults lie here as well.
The Grand Treasury's Counting Room
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The Grand Treasury's Main Vault
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VIII. The Great and Holy Tombs of Fire lie here. Each body is placed in their own chamber which is adorned with gold designs and dwarf handiwork. They each have moats with connections to sluice gates which allow lava rivers to flow, sealing the tombs in times of serious invasion.

IX. The Core of your fortress is here, and the heat is kept off easily with great Runes. The greater barracks is here and all of the non-elite warriors will reside here when called upon. Likewise, most of the populace lives on this massive, broad level and many feast halls, guild posts, and clan holds are located here. In addition, countless mines are located here, though the mines are always carefully expanded and small in comparison. Most of the metal and jewels come from purified and sorted magma, or Zharrak, deposits, and because of the danger involved in harvesting the Zharrak, the Miners are very influential, their guild masters even sitting on the Council of Lords.

The Main Mine
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Jalanat wrote:
Karak Grund wrote:*stomps over, grabs your head, rips it in half, stuffs it down your throat, kicks your body off the mountain* Let's climb!

...*pukes due to massive amount of gore*
Oh dear god, that's such a brutal way to kill somebody.
Wilgrove wrote:Like srsly dood, the mods are super mean, they're just a bunch of bitches, and I am like the grandmaster of the Interewbs, and I would pwn all those noobs if only the mods weren't such dicks! It's like cramping my style as a badass warrior dood!

You have no idea how many brain cells I sacrifice to type that. So you people better laugh dammit!
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Postby Karak Grund » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:11 am

What is a Dwarfs army like?
The Dwarfs are an army of elite warriors and, though often outnumbered, there are few foes that can outclass them. A Dwarf general has access to some of the most deadly war machines and resolute infantry in Warhammer. Before an opponent can smash into the unyielding shieldwall of the Dwarfs, he must first brave the bombardment of cannonballs, grudge-inscribed stones and bolts rained down upon him by the Dwarf artillery.

Resolute Warriors
Dwarfs are tough and resolute, sturdy enough to withstand injury without flinching and brave enough to hold the line even in the face of overwhelming odds. With units of Dwarf Warriors, Hammerers, Ironbreakers and Slayers you can create an almost impenetrable wall of Dwarf armour and shields. Such a wall can advance on the enemy lines, shrugging off missile fire until it charges into combat, the Dwarfs laying all about them with hammer and axe.

The Thunder of Cannons
A Dwarf gunline can slay the enemy before they even reach the Dwarf lines, stalwart ranks of crossbow-armed Quarrellers and handgun-armed Thunderers unleashing a deafening salvo against the foe. As masters of engineering the Dwarfs have many powerful war machines to aid them too, from Bolt Throwers and Grudge Throwers, to Cannons and Organ Guns.

Runic Artefacts
One of the unique aspects of the Dwarf army is its approach to magic - it has none! At least, not in the conventional sense. Dwarfs are traditionally suspicious of magic and naturally resilient to its corrupting effects, only harnessing it in the form runic items. These are eminently customisable magic items, allowing a Dwarf general to pick just the right tool for the job.
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Jalanat wrote:
Karak Grund wrote:*stomps over, grabs your head, rips it in half, stuffs it down your throat, kicks your body off the mountain* Let's climb!

...*pukes due to massive amount of gore*
Oh dear god, that's such a brutal way to kill somebody.
Wilgrove wrote:Like srsly dood, the mods are super mean, they're just a bunch of bitches, and I am like the grandmaster of the Interewbs, and I would pwn all those noobs if only the mods weren't such dicks! It's like cramping my style as a badass warrior dood!

You have no idea how many brain cells I sacrifice to type that. So you people better laugh dammit!
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Drinking Songs

Postby Karak Grund » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:28 am

1)
A skinny wizard once stopped by
To rob the halls of Dumathoin -
But he quickly gave up tryin',
And no more will he be scryin'
Since we kicked him in the groin!

We kicked him in the groin! (Hey!)
We kicked him in the groin! (Hey!)
We bashed that wizard's gizzards
Then we kicked him in the groin!

A goblin gang with pointy snouts
Once tried to steal our golden coin -
But the boogers dropped their blades
And think no more of dwarfing raids
'Cause we kicked 'em in the groin!

We kicked 'em in the groin! (Hey!)
We kicked 'em in the groin! (Hey!)
We set those goblins hobblin'
When we kicked 'em in the groin!

We found an elf who looked long dead,
A cold, stiff, blond sirloin -
We thought him decomposing,
Turned out he was just osmosing
'Till we kicked him in the groin!

We kicked him in the groin! (Hey!)
We kicked him in the groin! (Hey!)
We broke that prancer's trances
When we kicked him in the groin!


2)
Gather thee dwarves, there’s cause for a bash
Tap all caskets and find us your stash
Who calls the round? Whose wallet is heavy?
How many pints can this tummy here levy?

Beer, cider, spirits and ales
Listen to the drunk dwarf tell his tall tales
Loosen your belts, cups in the air
The liquor flows free and the barrels won’t care

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!

Pour another cup, mine appears to be dry
Don’t say there’s no more or a dwarf might cry
All sing along now and sway side to side
No single voice is too ugly to hide

Cheer all ye up, no reason to look grim
There’s no need for dwarven waistlines to be slim
Never mind the weak-stomached one’s snore
Full round bellies make grave spirits soar!

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!

By Grungni’s beard, another two glasses
Didn’t those bosoms just grow on them lasses?
Sweet lady friend mine, won’t you join me?
My lap is empty and the brandy’s for free

Sorry love, didn’t mean to be rude
No telling the stories when a dwarf’s in the mood
But truth be told I’d not ever chose you
Over a pint of my sweet sacred brew

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!

Was that a pink elephant that just flew past?
Funny the shadows that cider kegs cast!
Pardon that noise, didn’t mean to offend
There’s no hic-up a bloody good belch won’t mend

Laughing eyes wat’ry and heads a’ swimming
Look at your red nose dwarf! And stop that grinning!
We’ll stack them mugs unto the ceiling
Of their seats the dwarves are keeling

And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!

Hoorah!


3)
(four bar intro)

In forests and hills of legend and lore
There once lived a clan of the elves we abhor
Their arrogant height and their pansy décor
Were merely the first of the crimes they'd pay for!

Now these elves had a problem, a terrible plight,
They didn't know ale and they had no fist-fights,
Their lives were pale shadows, their boredom a blight,
So they went to the dwarves to deliver their spite.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

Came the elves to the fortress, the mountain-home grand,
They indicted the Thane; "You've clear cut this land!
You have chopped down our brethren, you short little man,
Of course this means war, now deliver, now stand!"

(two bars’ pause for drunken laughter)

When the elves were all dead, the dwarves were confused,
Who were these strange fools, so quickly abused?
"More foolishness form the Elves." the Thane's wife mused,
And they went back beneath where the hot magma oozed.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

Well the dwarves kept on choppin’ that forest to stumps
And the elves’ fighting spirits were down in the dumps
They sieged once again, but were met by the pumps
While the elves’ fat was melting, the dwarves got more plump!

(one bar’s pause for drunken chortling)

Back in the forest, at the elven retreat
The elves were quite puzzled by this sound defeat
“Perhaps,” said the druid, “we shouldn’t compete,
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! Now pass me the meat!”

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

In the Smooth Points of Pride, a new fortress was found,
With incredible wealth in the depths of the ground,
And the elves came to trade though they scowled and they frowned,
For the trinkets of this place were scepters and crowns.

A talc ring for berries, a goblet for cloth,
It seemed that the riches were sweet heady broth,
So the elves kept on coming, despite their great wroth,
Till the day it all ended in red bloody froth.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

(two bar quiet pause)

(spoken; 8 bars each paragraph)
And it happened that on one day an elven noble name Lema Ceraliceyi came to this puckered sphincter of a fortress, and she looked upon the wasted jungle where the dwarves had taken the wood they so desperately needed for beds, bins, and boxes, and she was taken with a mighty rage. In her hubris she descended upon the leader of the fortress and said unto him, "You have disrespected the trees in this area, but this is what we have come to expect from your stunted kind. Further abuse cannot be tolerated. Let this be a warning to you."

And this so enraged the Thane of that cursed fortress that a gleam came into his eye, and he swept her a bow and shed a tear, and whispered promises to her of a new respect for nature, if only she and her gleaming brethren would return again, to trade and teach them the ways of leaf and branch. And Lema Ceraliceyi was gratified and decieved, and left in foolish confidence that her sick arboreal fetish would be welcomed here when she returned. But such was not to be...

(sung quietly)
In the following year, they brought wagons so full,
Full of berries and barrels and silk cloth and wool,
And the elves tried to trade with the elephant herders,
(build)
Who slaughtered them slowly while screaming BOATMURDERED!

(solo interlude!)

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

For it's hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.


4)
After long days hunting in the World's Edge Snow
There is only one place where Grim will go
You will find him in the Inn at the Karak all night
Drinking all the ale and getting in a fight

But I've never seen Garcia hold his ale
His eyes go funny and his face gets pale
You'll find him in the gutter smelling foul and stale
Oh a Elf can't drink ale!
Oh a Elf can't drink ale!

When he's done skinning Crocs in the Lustrian marsh
Chebby craves something wet for his throat so parched
To Menethil Harbour and a seat by the fire
He will drink tonic wine to his hearts desire

But I've never seen Imani hold her wine
After just one glass she should draw the line
You'll find her swinging upside down from the nearest pine
Oh a Elf can't drink wine!
Oh a Elf can't drink wine!

When he's stalking through the jungle of Stranglethorn Vale
There's a drink Keg desires far more than ale
To Booty Bay he will rush as the sun goes down
And guzzle all the rum in that Goblin town.

But I've never seen Thrupney hold his rum
He'll tell you that a Salmon is his dearest chum
He will fire fizzy gravy right out of his bum
Oh a Man can't drink rum!
Oh a Man can't drink rum!

Us Dwarves can drink til the Sun turns blue
Ale wine or rum, either one will do
But remember these words that we sing to you.....

Oh a Elf cannot drink!
Oh a Man cannot drink!
Oh only a Dwarf caaaaaaaaan... DRINK!


5)
Chorus:
A drunk-ity dwarf
he drank a draft
of drink-ity drink he drank.
and ev-ery time
He'd drink a drop
Of drink-ity draft he drunk.

Verse 1
Then came a man
a grey old bard
who shared a song or two.
The songs he'd sing
made sad the dwarf
so he drank his mood anew.

Chorus:
A drunk-ity dwarf
he drank a draft
of drink-ity drink he drank.
and ev-ery time
He'd drink a drop
Of drink-ity draft he drunk.


Verse 2:
The time then came
The king ar-rived
And called his men to war,
But drink-ity dwarf
He dodged the draft
So he could drink some more.

Chorus:
A drunk-ity dwarf
he drank a draft
of drink-ity drink he drank.
and ev-ery time
He'd drink a drop
Of drink-ity draft he drunk.

Verse 3:
He drunk a draft,
A flagon of ale,
A pint of run-ny mead,
A glass of Bock,
A cup of Stout,
An-oth-er pint he'd need.


Chorus:
A drunk-ity dwarf
he drank a draft
of drink-ity drink he drank.
and ev-ery time
He'd drink a drop
Of drink-ity draft he drunk.

Verse 4:
But now he's old
His beard is grey
His end was near at last.
And as he looked
Back on his life
He wished an-oth-er glass.

Chorus:
A drunk-ity dwarf
he drank a draft
of drink-ity drink he drank.
and ev-ery time
He'd drink a drop
Of drink-ity draft he drunk


6) Note: This song is only sung when we are really drunk, and there are no Women-Folk around.
I drink beer and I drink stout.
If I drink too much I jump and shout
I drink in the morning I drink at night
I drink at noon until I loose my sight
And why you ask is it I’m not so bright
Have you seen Dwarven woman, you’ll die of fright


(chorus)


Have you seen Dwarven woman
They are such a sight
They have short hairy legs
and their faces are a fright.
Have you seen Dwarven woman Oh what a sight
I love Elfish women Oh they are so sweet
They are tall and strong and such a treat
I love Elfish women Oh they are so fine
I love to dance with them after dinner Time
I love Elfish women Oh they sing so clear
But they always say not with you my dear


(chorus)


Have you seen Dwarven woman
They are such a sight
They have short hairy arms
and their faces are a fright.
Have you seen Dwarven woman Oh what a sight
I love human women Oh they are so divine
They have cute button noses and that are so fine
I love human women Oh I’ll chase them through the wood
I’d love to snuggle with them all if only I could
I love human women Oh they are so swell
But they always tell me to just go ring a bell


(chorus)


Have you seen Dwarven woman
They are such a sight
They have no waist
and they are short and stout
Have you seen Dwarven woman Oh what a sight
So I sit and drink and sing and shout.
I’ll dance and drink until I pout
I’ll drink beer and I’ll drink stout
So I be to drunk and not be a lout
Then I’ll go home and kiss my love
I married a gnome she’s such a dove.


(chorus)


Have you seen Dwarven woman
They are such a sight
They have short hairy legs
They have short hairy arms
They have no waist
and they are short and stout
and their faces are a fright.
Have you seen Dwarven woman Oh what a sight
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Karak Grund's Royal Factbook.
Jalanat wrote:
Karak Grund wrote:*stomps over, grabs your head, rips it in half, stuffs it down your throat, kicks your body off the mountain* Let's climb!

...*pukes due to massive amount of gore*
Oh dear god, that's such a brutal way to kill somebody.
Wilgrove wrote:Like srsly dood, the mods are super mean, they're just a bunch of bitches, and I am like the grandmaster of the Interewbs, and I would pwn all those noobs if only the mods weren't such dicks! It's like cramping my style as a badass warrior dood!

You have no idea how many brain cells I sacrifice to type that. So you people better laugh dammit!
February 17, 2011: Never Forget.
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Various Dwarves

Postby Karak Grund » Sat Jul 02, 2011 2:11 pm

Aldrhun-Rik Skalf Blackhammer

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Guild-Master Engineer Burlock Byrnik

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Thanes

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Engineer

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Runelord

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Dwarf Warriors

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Miners

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Ranger

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Karak Grund's Royal Factbook.
Jalanat wrote:
Karak Grund wrote:*stomps over, grabs your head, rips it in half, stuffs it down your throat, kicks your body off the mountain* Let's climb!

...*pukes due to massive amount of gore*
Oh dear god, that's such a brutal way to kill somebody.
Wilgrove wrote:Like srsly dood, the mods are super mean, they're just a bunch of bitches, and I am like the grandmaster of the Interewbs, and I would pwn all those noobs if only the mods weren't such dicks! It's like cramping my style as a badass warrior dood!

You have no idea how many brain cells I sacrifice to type that. So you people better laugh dammit!
February 17, 2011: Never Forget.
Love Fantasy?
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