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by Constaniana » Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:02 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:44 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 5:50 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Agritum » Sat Jan 11, 2014 5:56 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:John Adams kept a big, scary dog named "Satan" as a pet.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:43 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Constaniana » Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:46 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Mavorpen » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:17 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:22 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:24 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Meanwhile, Carry is pissed his secret tunnel was discovered.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:33 pm
Constaniana wrote:Hilde's description of smashing up strange monsters and pocketing native treasures stirred up emotions in William that a 19th century Briton might have felt upon reading about the exploits of John Nicholson,
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Constaniana » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:39 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Constaniana wrote:Hilde's description of smashing up strange monsters and pocketing native treasures stirred up emotions in William that a 19th century Briton might have felt upon reading about the exploits of John Nicholson,
Indians get boners about John Nicholson. There were Punjabi sects who worshipped him as a god. And he spent his spare time quite often fucking them about.
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:39 pm
Constaniana wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:
Indians get boners about John Nicholson. There were Punjabi sects who worshipped him as a god. And he spent his spare time quite often fucking them about.
Some people have posters or pictures of famous individuals they like in their room, like a poster with a picture of Abraham Lincoln and some quote of his on it, or large, detailed portraits of Kate Upton with minimal clothes on. William had a picture of John Nicholson nailed to the ceiling above his bed by his great-grandad in hopes that looking at Nicholson every night before he went to sleep would mould him into a proper man.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:41 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Constaniana wrote:Hilde's description of smashing up strange monsters and pocketing native treasures stirred up emotions in William that a 19th century Briton might have felt upon reading about the exploits of John Nicholson,
Indians get boners about John Nicholson. There were Punjabi sects who worshipped him as a god. And he spent his spare time quite often fucking them about.
by Mavorpen » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:43 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Constaniana wrote:Some people have posters or pictures of famous individuals they like in their room, like a poster with a picture of Abraham Lincoln and some quote of his on it, or large, detailed portraits of Kate Upton with minimal clothes on. William had a picture of John Nicholson nailed to the ceiling above his bed by his great-grandad in hopes that looking at Nicholson every night before he went to sleep would mould him into a proper man.
It did lead to many bizarre yet manly sex dreams though.
by Constaniana » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:44 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Constaniana wrote:Some people have posters or pictures of famous individuals they like in their room, like a poster with a picture of Abraham Lincoln and some quote of his on it, or large, detailed portraits of Kate Upton with minimal clothes on. William had a picture of John Nicholson nailed to the ceiling above his bed by his great-grandad in hopes that looking at Nicholson every night before he went to sleep would mould him into a proper man.
It did lead to many bizarre yet manly sex dreams though.
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:45 pm
Now the Punjabis are a tough group of people, but Nicholson – a stern, unflinchingly-badass Irishman who knew a thing or two about cracking skulls – somehow won their respect. He learned to speak Urdu. He learned their culture and their code of honor – a code of honor that demanded that no offense go unpunished – and he took it to heart. Sure, he was known for his foul temper, his authoritarian practices, and his propensity to whip out a cast iron club and beat people with it when they took too long to explain something, but Nicholson was also universally respected as fair, just, and honorable, and he brought food, medicine, aid, and order to the people of Punjab, personally adjudicating most disputes and punishing everyone from corrupt politicians to violent criminals with sentences ranging from public flogging to summary execution without trial. And he didn't have any time or interest in bullshit bureaucratic red tape, general fucking around, or anything else that required him to suffer fools. One time a psychotic religious fanatic charged him with a dagger in the middle of the street, so Nicholson flung the dude to the ground, grabbed a rifle off a British sentry, and capped the guy point-blank in the back of the head with a .577-caliber minie ball. Another time he heard a rumor that his cooks were planning on poisoning his soup, so he stormed into the kitchen and ordered them to taste it. They refused. He fed some to a monkey he found somewhere. It died. He had every cook on staff hanged from a post outside the mess hall, then went back and ate dinner. One yet another occasion, he put a huge price on the head of a notorious outlaw, but when it took bounty hunters too long to bring him in Nicholson personally rode out to the dude's village, by himself, killed the bandit leader in a sword fight, decapitated his corpse on the spot, brought the head back to Multan, and displayed it on his desk for months as a warning to everyone about what happens when they fuck with the Queen's representative in Punjab.
It took John Nicholson five years to take the most lawless, wildest region of present-day Pakistan and to not only render it completely free of crime, but to make himself so well-respected, feared, and beloved in the process that the Cult of Nikal Seyn was formed to worship "The Lion of Punjab" as a living god. As of a book I read from the 1980s, this cult was still in existence in some remote mountain regions on the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan. That's like Augustus Caesar shit right there.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:49 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:54 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:59 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:00 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Are Megan and Lewis in Elfen High?
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:04 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Norvenia » Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:14 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Nationstatelandsville wrote:I thought we were discussing Jack Nicholson, and was quite confused.
http://www.badassoftheweek.com/nicholson.htmlNow the Punjabis are a tough group of people, but Nicholson – a stern, unflinchingly-badass Irishman who knew a thing or two about cracking skulls – somehow won their respect. He learned to speak Urdu. He learned their culture and their code of honor – a code of honor that demanded that no offense go unpunished – and he took it to heart. Sure, he was known for his foul temper, his authoritarian practices, and his propensity to whip out a cast iron club and beat people with it when they took too long to explain something, but Nicholson was also universally respected as fair, just, and honorable, and he brought food, medicine, aid, and order to the people of Punjab, personally adjudicating most disputes and punishing everyone from corrupt politicians to violent criminals with sentences ranging from public flogging to summary execution without trial. And he didn't have any time or interest in bullshit bureaucratic red tape, general fucking around, or anything else that required him to suffer fools. One time a psychotic religious fanatic charged him with a dagger in the middle of the street, so Nicholson flung the dude to the ground, grabbed a rifle off a British sentry, and capped the guy point-blank in the back of the head with a .577-caliber minie ball. Another time he heard a rumor that his cooks were planning on poisoning his soup, so he stormed into the kitchen and ordered them to taste it. They refused. He fed some to a monkey he found somewhere. It died. He had every cook on staff hanged from a post outside the mess hall, then went back and ate dinner. One yet another occasion, he put a huge price on the head of a notorious outlaw, but when it took bounty hunters too long to bring him in Nicholson personally rode out to the dude's village, by himself, killed the bandit leader in a sword fight, decapitated his corpse on the spot, brought the head back to Multan, and displayed it on his desk for months as a warning to everyone about what happens when they fuck with the Queen's representative in Punjab.
It took John Nicholson five years to take the most lawless, wildest region of present-day Pakistan and to not only render it completely free of crime, but to make himself so well-respected, feared, and beloved in the process that the Cult of Nikal Seyn was formed to worship "The Lion of Punjab" as a living god. As of a book I read from the 1980s, this cult was still in existence in some remote mountain regions on the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan. That's like Augustus Caesar shit right there.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Jan 11, 2014 8:25 pm
Norvenia wrote:
I just read the whole article. If I hadn't seen credible sources for this, I would never have believed it. I am so, so glad that this man existed.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Constaniana » Sat Jan 11, 2014 10:33 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
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