ArchAngel..: I shall try to be here *gone*
LordTillSchwarzesherz: ((you can get fucked up good with Jagermeister))
what strange conversations I seem to walk in on....they talk about getting fucked up good....as apposed to getting fucked up bad....
Wait... are they saying that they have to get fucked up in order to get online? Well. So many things come clear now.
205.: think I'll ... die my hair black again...only have the wussy stuff on hand...apple sour balls
being coherent in one's thoughts would be nice....
I don't know about you, but I absolutely LIVE for the hair-care plans of un-named people on line.
Dreama: *walks out *GONE*
205.: lord till , if I may be so bold, what other names do you game with
LordTillSchwarzesherz: ((Only this name, which is my real name too))
Somehow I'm not buying that is your real name.....
Damn. His parents must have hated him. His name is Lord Till Schwarzesherz? Lord T.? L. T. Schwarzesherz?
205.: never mind, that was uncalled for, forgive me
LordTillSchwarzesherz: ((well, except for the Lord part))
So what do your freinds call you? Till? I can see it now....HEY TILL GET OVER HERE!
Tilly. They call him Tilly.
205.: oh, o.k.
205.: Shaelynn, Samhain, Massina here
Samhain...isn't that one of the Sabbats in the Wiccan religion?
A "sabbat" is a gathering. "Samhain" is the Celtic term for what we now call "Halloween".
LordTillSchwarzesherz: huh?
205.: not that you were even interrested
Of course he's not interested. Nobody is ever interested.
Damn them all anyway. And here's a question: if you KNOW the person isn't interested, why keep talking? IT IS A MYSTERY!!
Claw: ((*peeks in to see if there is anyone around*))
Nobodies here! The computer is just loading new posts for no apparent reason.
Pak Chooie.
LordTillSchwarzesherz: ((oh nevermind))
205.: I hate being nice.. IT SUX SOOOOO hard
Tell me, how does it suck? And is that apposed to sucking softly?
Hm. You were being nice? Wow.
205.: I need to take b*tch lessons
205.: I've forgotten how to step on people
It's easy, you knock 'em onto the ground and you put your foot on 'em. The you transfer your weight onto that foot.
Keerist. If you have to think about taking LESSONS, baby, you ain't got what it takes.
152.: my ex will give them to you free lol
That's nice.
I sense some bitterness.
LordTillSchwarzesherz: I cant help but be nice
Don't you just love it how the people who are supposedly ic start talking to the lurkers as if the lurkers are also ic?
P'raps he's no longer IC? Why do you make so many assumptions? Geeze.
Claw: *walks in in human form dressed all in red with a flowing crimson cape a gold chain and a spiked choker around his neck his ruby colored eyes scanning the room*
you mean this guy has more then one form? Must be a werecritter of some kind...and enough with the capes already!
I like the "red" theme. Really pulls the whole "quasi-evil" bit together.
205.: same here, really what's her address
LordTillSchwarzesherz: But if someone fucks with me i can beat the living fuck out of 'em
How do you know that? Have you actually done it? And isn't that abuse?
Just how DO you "beat the living fuck" out of someone? I mean... well... first of all, "fuck" lives? And then, how do you seperate someone's fuck from the rest of them?
LordTillSchwarzesherz: Her address?, who is her?
205.: yeah well me too, but not the ones I love, and dammit, I have a big gold heart
A heart of gold eh? So why do you want bitch lessons?
It's only gold plate.
152.: 666 Hell Street, Hell, Underworld
That's just fuckin' stupid.
205.: somebodies exgirlfriend
205.: nace adress, used to live down that way once, a long time ago...miss the company and the veiw
Nice spelling skills.
LordTillSchwarzesherz: Well really, I'm only nice to girls, I get pussy whipped BAD
And this is a bad thing?
He's trying to climb into SOMEBODY's pants.
152.: pussy whipped sux
Only if you are the one wearing the 'pants' in the relationship.
No shit. It's great if you're the pussy.
205.: humph pampered and put on a pedistal sux too
What the fuck insane world are you from? It does NOT suck!
Sarah: *peeks through the doorway*
AHHHH! DON'T LOOK I'M NAKED UNDER MY CLOTHES!
You're a fucking pervert. You know that, right?

205.: being worshipped is not for me
Then I suppose it's a good thing that nobody is currently worshipping... or is likely ever to start, eh?
152.: just can't win for losing eh?
LordTillSchwarzesherz: *nods*
Claw: *goes back to his booth and his rum*
How does he go back to it when the only other post he has put up is his entrance??
Wishful thinking?
Sarah: *walks in, shaking off her umbrella* How is everyone this evening?
205.: I'm only mortal, not a goddess, sure maybe I'm good in bed, cook like betty crocker on a spice kick, and all that jazz, but I'm not june cleaver, and thank god never will be
How do you know you are good in bed? Do you go up to your significant other after having sex and ask him/her to rate you on a scale of 1 to 10?
That REALLY didn't make much sense. I mean, for one, June Cleaver really was'nt worshipped. She was taken for granted. So that really doesn't fit in with the whole "worship fear" thing that was going on just recently.
LordTillSchwarzesherz: *bows to Sarah* Good evening Sarah, I'm good, and you?
152.: what makes you think you're good in bed? hehehe
152.: *running*
Claw: *pours the rum into a shot glass and takes a few sips, belches after each sip sending fire out of his mouth and into his hands, after he's collected a few fireballs he starts .....
He starts what? And how the hell do you belch fire balls just from drinking rum?? Must be that 'power' again.
Claw: he starts juggling them*
HEY! he started not once but twice!
What the fuck? Ok. First, buddy, take care of the gas problem. Second, what the FUCK? You're pulling "power" out your ass again.
LordTillSchwarzesherz: ((I kick ass in bed too))
Again, how do you know? Do you also go by a rating system?
Hm? No. He's a Sadist. He litterally "kicks ass in bed".
Sarah: Very well, thank you *goes to the bar and grabs a bottle of water*
That's about where I ran out of time...and patience to keep this up. Oh well, more fun later perhaps...