on do androids dream? by nentwined
22 Apr 2004, 10:21 AM
"The question 'Can machines think?' is as ill-posed and uninteresting as the question 'Can submarines swim?'" - Edsger Dijkstra
Pfff. I saw that ages ago. http://www.jamhandy.com/magicant.html
on perfection show by halofriendly
22 Apr 2004, 8:02 AM
Jesu's Sandals are +2 against Ogres. I doubt you could afford them.
replying on do androids dream? by nentwined
22 Apr 2004, 7:53 AM
But at the same time, they fervently thank Robo-Theresa that they were not born a Negro.
replying on In Gold Leaf by bearhead
22 Apr 2004, 6:18 AM
The crucifixtion of Jesu marked His transition from a 14th level cleric to an 18th level spirit mage. Following the Resurrection, those that saw Jesu said He had changed; Mary, who met Jesu at the tomb, at first mistook Him for the gardener (18th level spirit mages are often confused with gardeners because their primary weapon is Shatner's Scythe of Destruction). It was only when He had spoken her name that she realised it was Jesu.
John 20, 15: Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.
Moreover, as an 18th level spirit mage, Jesu had acquired several new special moves. He was able to walk through walls:
John 20, 19: Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
He could cast the invisibility spell:
Luke 24, 30-31: And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight.
And He had an in-built napkin facility, thereby allowing Him to dispense with external napkin units:
John 20, 6-7: Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.
John 20, 15: Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.
Moreover, as an 18th level spirit mage, Jesu had acquired several new special moves. He was able to walk through walls:
John 20, 19: Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
He could cast the invisibility spell:
Luke 24, 30-31: And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them, he took bread, and blessed it, and brake, and gave to them. And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight.
And He had an in-built napkin facility, thereby allowing Him to dispense with external napkin units:
John 20, 6-7: Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself.
on Fulfillment by JohnnyRocker
22 Apr 2004, 2:27 AM
The Baker's Apprentice (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-
On this warm summer night,
as I cruise effortlessly
down this country road,
the stars shimmering off
the black hood of my car,
I pause and reflect on
the majesty of the universe.
In the quiet solitude of
this smooth endless road,
I ponder creation and realize purpose.
With escape from the noise of this world,
the silence has made all things clear.
I am here to serve my Baker.
And as the cool breeze
whisks at my cheeks,
I am at peace.
On this warm summer night,
as I cruise effortlessly
down this country road,
the stars shimmering off
the black hood of my car,
I pause and reflect on
the majesty of the universe.
In the quiet solitude of
this smooth endless road,
I ponder creation and realize purpose.
With escape from the noise of this world,
the silence has made all things clear.
I am here to serve my Baker.
And as the cool breeze
whisks at my cheeks,
I am at peace.
replying on In Gold Leaf by bearhead
22 Apr 2004, 2:21 AM
Any institution symbolised by a dead guy nailed to two planks of wood has got to be warped. Not to mention bulgingly stupid. -10-
replying on pain like mine by xunitedx
21 Apr 2004, 1:29 PM
Great comment.
replying on The Conqueror Worm by zodiac
21 Apr 2004, 1:25 PM
You're gay.
on Ravings of a dreamer by SupremeDreamer
21 Apr 2004, 5:33 AM
So apart from spazzing out on meth-beakers and party-whazzes every tooby beeper, and writing poetry about how deviant you are, what do you actually do that's so fucking deviant? Nothing. You've just got an obsession with being different from other people, because it's the only way you can excuse your astounding mediocrity in all areas.
replying on The Robin- A Parody by ggawrysi
19 Apr 2004, 3:30 PM
Sarcasm is much more biting when you angrily inform people you were being sarcastic.
replying on stranger by francis nor capule
19 Apr 2004, 10:10 AM
Perhaps he has been playing Nethack, and decided to surround the protagonist with eels.
on Bleeding Hope by oftherealm
19 Apr 2004, 6:15 AM
Quaerion the Dark-aelfe stealthily strode through the shadows into the dimly-lit tavern, ignoring the inebriated "tally-ho!"s of the ignorant knaves around him, quietly slipping through the crowd to a table in the corner. He was clad in a dark, hooded cloak of purest Gwynthymoryan mithril-silk, and the Whisper-Bootes of Rhydrissa the Pale, and although his pale, fine features did not reflect any emotion, save perhaps for a flash in his deep green eyes that reflected a certain amount of contempt for the surroundings in which he had been fated to find himself this evening, his ringed right hand was somewhat tensely curled around the hilt of his Spirit-clay'dh-dhmore, FyreDestyny.
Suddenly, a rough, oafish hand grabbed his shoulder, and a voice bellowed "Quaerion!"
Quaerion whirled around, green eyes flashing, to face his oppressor -- an unutterably fat, blond-bearded man in a loincloth and a plumed helmet.
"Who dares speak the name of Quaerion?!" spoke Quaerion in a quiet, commanding voice that caused all who in the tavern who were still conscious to fall silent and gaze in his direction, wondering who the powerful yet quiet hooded stranger named Quaerion could be.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Suddenly, a rough, oafish hand grabbed his shoulder, and a voice bellowed "Quaerion!"
Quaerion whirled around, green eyes flashing, to face his oppressor -- an unutterably fat, blond-bearded man in a loincloth and a plumed helmet.
"Who dares speak the name of Quaerion?!" spoke Quaerion in a quiet, commanding voice that caused all who in the tavern who were still conscious to fall silent and gaze in his direction, wondering who the powerful yet quiet hooded stranger named Quaerion could be.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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