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User blog comment:Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter/Diplomacy - Winter 1901/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170512023048/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170512040702

2017-05-12T04:07:02Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Oh. I just scrolled down and noticed the comment in which he stated that. Thanks for pointing it out. -Still N_B"

Oh. I just scrolled down and noticed the comment in which he stated that. Thanks for pointing it out.

-Still N_B

User blog comment:Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter/Diplomacy - Winter 1901/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170512023048

2017-05-12T02:30:48Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "I'm gonna need a bit more time beyond Friday. Could I have until Saturday? Thanks -N_B"

I'm gonna need a bit more time beyond Friday. Could I have until Saturday?

Thanks

-N_B

Talk:The Uneggsplainable Events on the Night Before the First Sunday Following the First Full Moon After the Vernal Equinox./@comment-27324808-20170419211814/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170420051445

2017-04-20T05:14:45Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "N_B is preferable, so that's good. :P"

N_B is preferable, so that's good. :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170402234915

2017-04-02T23:49:16Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Oh my goodness! I just came here and was blown away by the changes! XD This really made my day, fffffplayer. :P P.S. I actually like the piano version of the X-Men song a lot..."

Oh my goodness! I just came here and was blown away by the changes! XD This really made my day, fffffplayer. :P

P.S. I actually like the piano version of the X-Men song a lot more than the original! We should use that instead. :P

--N_B

Talk:Lord thedude7500/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170321024451

2017-03-21T02:44:51Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<span style="font-size:14px;">"thedude has stated that during his journeys across the Universe, he accidentally discovered a gateway to different dimensions, leading to his br..."

<span style="font-size:14px;">"thedude has stated that during his journeys across the Universe, he accidentally discovered a gateway to different dimensions, leading to his brief visit of the Star Wars Dimension, '''from which he stole some Death Star designs'''."</span>Â <span style="font-size:14px;">Anyone want to write Rogue 7500? :P</span>

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170320042226

2017-03-20T04:22:26Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Haroldosaur wrote:<br /><div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br /><span style="font-size:14px;">I wa..."

<div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Haroldosaur wrote:<br /><div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br /><span style="font-size:14px;">I was fiddling with my Steam settings, seeing what I could and couldn't do with my limited account, and in the process of doing that I de-friended you, Strider. That was by no means a personal affront toward you, and I would appreciate it if you would re-friend my Steam account using the appended link:</span>[http://steamcommunity.com/id/duckzmorethansignduckx http://steamcommunity.com/id/duckxmorethansignduckz]
P.S. I'm pretty sure the Vladek action figure's head didn't have facial hair

P.P.S. Haroldosaur, I like your depiction of thedude in the SA cover. It matches how I imagined him.
</div>The question, at this point is...

what colour is that hair? :P
</div>Gaspeth! In that poll awhile back, I voted Bald! Shiny, easily sunburnt, bald! Harooooold! What have you done! :PÂ

(I suppose it's black.)
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Definately not bald. :P My vote is for black. :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170319194745

2017-03-19T19:47:45Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<span style="font-size:14px;">I was fiddling with my Steam settings, seeing what I could and couldn't do with my limited account, and in the process of doing that I de-friende..."

<span style="font-size:14px;">I was fiddling with my Steam settings, seeing what I could and couldn't do with my limited account, and in the process of doing that I de-friended you, Strider. That was by no means a personal affront toward you, and I would appreciate it if you would re-friend my Steam account using the appended link:</span>

[http://steamcommunity.com/id/duckzmorethansignduckx http://steamcommunity.com/id/duckxmorethansignduckz]

P.S. I'm pretty sure the Vladek action figure's head didn't have facial hair

P.P.S. Haroldosaur, I like your depiction of thedude in the SA cover. It matches how I imagined him.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28549248-20170304122637/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170317033943

2017-03-17T03:39:43Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Jonna Friesian wrote:<br /><div class="..."

<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Jonna Friesian wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br />The Lessons shall begin now:

Lesson 1

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Now, let's see if you can make it through a course of obstacles. Well, actually it's some sentences where you must fill out the missing words: </font>

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1. âWhy, so that _____ can murder me in my sleep?â </font>

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Actually, I'll continue this later guys. Sorry. For now have this incomplete version.
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</div>-Raises hand- It's thou!! It's thou!! (Although ironically thee would fit better in the sentences I just used?)</div>if one were to remove the "that" in that sentence, would it be appropriate to fill it in with "ye" and add "-est" to "could"?
</div>We will address ye and second person of verbs in later lessons.<br />
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Or thou couldst just pay me the money instead and I'll tell thee that ye and you were plurual forms of second person in old English. :P You don't even have to remove the "that;" all you have to do is make sure thatÂ ''multiple'' people want to murder you, which is't too hard if you have a personality as abrasive as mine! :D

P.S. I still want that duckz pond.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170310023754

2017-03-10T02:37:54Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "I always imagined tehdude as having short black hair underneath his hat/crown. Also, I've always invisioned him as being relatively young (aproximately the same age as the Kot..."

I always imagined tehdude as having short black hair underneath his hat/crown. Also, I've always invisioned him as being relatively young (aproximately the same age as the KotOS members); he's by no means a kid, but he's definately not old enough to go bald. :P Also, when reading tehdude's dialogue, I say his words in my head with a very specific voice. Unfortunately, there is no way for me to share with you this voice in this message. :P But I can tell you that his voice always rises to a shriek whenever he is angry.

-N_B

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170309011408

2017-03-09T01:14:08Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Jonna Friesian wrote:<br /><div class="quote">The theta AI wrote:<br />One of the teachers at my school died recently. Please pray for the repose of his sou..."

<div class="quote">Jonna Friesian wrote:<br /><div class="quote">The theta AI wrote:<br />One of the teachers at my school died recently. Please pray for the repose of his soul and for his family.Â </div>Oh, I'm so sorry. :( I will indeed pray for his family.

One good thing about the LMBs being shut down is that my comments aren't constantly rejected for saying that I'll pray for someone.
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We'll keep them in our prayers as well.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28549248-20170304122637/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170307001927

2017-03-07T00:19:27Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Also, I came here from the ad; does that mean I get a discount?"

Also, I came here from the ad; does that mean I get a discount?

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170307000907

2017-03-07T00:09:07Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "I decided to check the LMBs one last time now that it's closed, and the first thing I saw when I entered the SA thread was a post by Samlooploop ''at Rank 29.''Â I thought "Wo..."

I decided to check the LMBs one last time now that it's closed, and the first thing I saw when I entered the SA thread was a post by Samlooploop ''at Rank 29.''Â I thought "Wow! Jonna must have given a brick ton of likes right before the boards ended!" And then I looked at all the other posts and noticed that everyone was rank 29. :P

Board Thread:Ideas and Concepts/@comment-28534258-20160603145151/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170307000035

2017-03-07T00:00:35Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Haroldosaur wrote:<br /><div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br />So, had the pleasure of reading a string of posts about alchemy, and I saw that you gu..."

<div class="quote">Haroldosaur wrote:<br /><div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br />So, had the pleasure of reading a string of posts about alchemy, and I saw that you guys brought up the question "why do some people study alchemy, while others study wizardry?" I know that you had the idea that one or the other comes easier to a person, but I had some thoughts of my own which I shall detail below.

I also wondered "why are people suspicious of alchemists, but not wizards? I mean, one would think wizardry is just as deserving as suspicion, right?"

Well, all this wondering gave me and idea.

What if, long ago, different regions of Morcia, or even the universe in general, developed different "styles" of magical manipulation. These styles would include wizardry, alchemy, spinjitzu (raw elemental manipulation channeled through martial arts), mental powers (telekinesis, telepethy, etc.), and moar. These regions lived in peaceful isolation from one another, until the people from the alchemy region did something egregous (maybe they started a war or something), upsetting the other regions. The people from region that created alchemy were shunned and looked down upon because of this, and practicing Alchemy was concidered taboo because it meant you simpithized with the alchemy region. Even decades after the war (or whatever) ended, the prejudice against alchemists still remained, which is why everyone hates alchemists. Most people don't even know about/remember the long ago war, so their suspicion of alchemists is just pointless prejudice they picked up from their parents/society. The reason different people practice different styles would be determined by their culture. It would be the similar to reason that people practice different styles of martial arts in real life. The different styles were created by different cultures.

Of course, we still could have it that different styles of magic come easier to people in addition to the idea that the different styles were created in different regions. After all, I'm sure that in real life some types of martial arts come easier to people than others.

-- N_B
</div>I should probably address how good an idea this is, and the fact that I intend to incorporate it into my story in some way. :P
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Yay! People like my ideas! :P

Board Thread:Ideas and Concepts/@comment-31417650-20170301132955/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170306234705

2017-03-06T23:47:05Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">The theta AI wrote:<br /> <p class="MsoNormal">[...]</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The C.O.D is attempting to keep the peace, and is an inch from expelling Kol..."

<div class="quote">The theta AI wrote:<br />

<p class="MsoNormal">[...]</p>

<p class="MsoNormal">The C.O.D is attempting to keep the peace, and is an inch from expelling Kolhestra from the Council. The C.O.D has expelled Ramiara from the council</p>

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<p class="MsoNormal">Dianara is currently being ignored by all except Chanora, with the politics of one system gaining more attention than Dianara itself.</p>

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The Call of Duty is attempting to keep the peace? Okay then...

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28549248-20170304122637/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170306233655

2017-03-06T23:36:55Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Note: the above "Fandom User" is an imposter who should not be confused with me. However, if he happened to win the duckz pond, then you can ignore what I just said. He's actu..."

Note: the above "Fandom User" is an imposter who should not be confused with me. However, if he happened to win the duckz pond, then you can ignore what I just said. He's actually me.

Talk:Manuscripts and Stories/@comment-28549248-20170129123413/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170225053214

2017-02-25T05:32:14Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<span style="font-weight:normal;">*fffffplayer whips out a phone and puts it to his head.*</span> fffffplayer: It's me. The organization is onto me! I've been caught by one o..."

<span style="font-weight:normal;">*fffffplayer whips out a phone and puts it to his head.*</span>

fffffplayer: It's me. The organization is onto me! I've been caught by one of their agents! Â Yes, Haroldosaur. I'll have to give him the slip somehow...

. Â :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28549248-20170204185506/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170222025634

2017-02-22T02:56:34Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Bringing the topic back to its original subject, the implimentation of featured articles, I vote we do it sporadically (as we see fit). Of course, the main reason I vote for t..."

Bringing the topic back to its original subject, the implimentation of featured articles, I vote we do it sporadically (as we see fit). Of course, the main reason I vote for this is that due to my disorganized and lazy nature, I dislike the notion of having some fixed schedual which we have to meet; it's not like there's anything intrinsically wrong with doing it periodically.

Talk:The Most Exotic of Rugs/@comment-28545852-20170213042911/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170214063312

2017-02-14T06:33:12Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Incidentally, I took some inspiration for the Nine-Headed-Man-Eating-Sheep-Bear from the Multi-Bear. The creature was originally just a Man-Eating-Sheep-Bear, but then the Mul..."

Incidentally, I took some inspiration for the Nine-Headed-Man-Eating-Sheep-Bear from the Multi-Bear. The creature was originally just a Man-Eating-Sheep-Bear, but then the Multi-Bear popped into my head and I thought "perfect! Give it more heads!" :P

Lord Brocktree

2017-02-11T06:07:48Z

76.232.200.172: Added Brocktree's Bloodwrath ability

{{Stub}}<br />{{CHARACTER_STATS|title1 = Lord Brocktree|nickname(s) = None|allegiance = TheDude

PREVIOUSLY:
*The Nexus Force
*The Sentinel Faction|race = Human, possibly augmented|gender = Male|age = Unknown|height = Seven feet|weapon(s) = *Blades in armour
*Broadsword
*Missiles within suit
*Waves of energy capable of being released by suit|special_ablilities = *Extreme physical strength
*Sword skills
*Close combat training|complexion = Unknown|hair_colour = Unknown|eye_colour = Unknown|outfit_colour(s) = *Black
*Blue
*Grey|accessories = *Grappling hook
*Utility belt
*Cloaking device
*Sonic wave emitter
*Teleportation suit upgrade|status = Active|occupation = Warrior slave|relative(s) = Unknown, presumably none|music_theme = When Your Middle Name Is Danger (Trocadero) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tw2VDWB-u2Y)}}*WIP PAGE*

=== Appearance: ===

=== Personality: ===

=== Abilities and Powers: ===
As the minifigure version of Lord Brocktree, he is afflicted with the Bloodwrath, a condition which causes him to sometimes go berserk during battle. During this time, he is capable of inflicting massive damage to enemy forces, while being able to ignore and continue fighting through nearly all enemy blows. However, the Bloodwrath is also a weakness in battle, as it makes him unable to distinguish friend from foe.

=== Quotes: ===

=== Appearances: ===
* The [[The Rhoddwr Marwolaeth (AKA: The Rad Washing Machine)|Rhoddwr Marwolaeth]] - ''By Talmid And Thingguy2''
* [[The Lady of Calibus; The Search and the Hunt; To Return Home: Act 4: Journeys|The Lady of Calibus, The Search and the Hunt, and To Return Home: Act 4: Journeys]] - by Samlooploop, fffffplayer1, and JamesAT13
* [[Scattered Ashes - Being the Second Installment in the MMOS KOTOS Series|Scattered Ashes]]
* [[Lady Jonna's Quest]] - By Haroldosaur
* Perhaps more...?

=== Trivia: ===
* Lord Brocktree is originally sourced from the popular '''''Redwall '''''Series, where he is a hulking Badger.
* One of the inspirations for Lord Brocktree's characteristics was [http://rvb.wikia.com/wiki/Meta The Meta], from Red vs Blue.
[[Category:Characters]]

Talk:Rise of the Gemini/@comment-28549248-20170210111443/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170210160444

2017-02-10T16:04:44Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "All fixed! :D Thanks for bringing that to my attention."

All fixed! :D Thanks for bringing that to my attention.

Rise of the Gemini

2017-02-10T16:02:21Z

76.232.200.172:

The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

...

As the kid opened his eyes, he wondered why the sky had rotated 90 degrees to a vertical position. âThatâs strange,â he thought to himself as he stared at the vertical sky in front of him. âThe skyâs never done that before.â As mental acuity returned to him, he realized that the sky had not flipped 90 degrees; he had, and he was lying face-up on the ground. Along with brain functionality, however, came throbbing pain permeating his head. The face of his opponent appeared between him and the sky and looked at him with a concerned expression.

âAre you okay Shard?!? What happened? I thought you were going to block my punch, but for some reason you didnât react!â

The first fighter, who was indeed named Shard, sat up with a groan.

âAbsolutely brilliant idea, Blaze! Just punch the guy who is standing there and not reacting! Why not go around punching babies while youâre at it! Your genius truly is being wasted in these fields; why donât you head over to Ninjago City so as to enlighten its people with your brilliance.â Shard snapped in a sarcastic fury, obviously in a bad mood due to the fact that, well, he had just been punched, and it hurt. Plus, the fact that the beautiful girl was gone probably didnât help his mood too much.

The second fighter, whose was indeed named Blaze, replied defensively âWe were in the middle of sparring! The whole point of sparring is to punch the other person! Also, did you just compare yourself to a baby?â

âWhat, no, I--whatever, thatâs not important!â Shard stuttered in reply. âWhat is important is the wasted potential of your infinite wisdom! If, hypothetically, there existed a minifigure named Einstein, and if, completely hypothetically of course because obviously no one named Einstein has ever actually existed, he was the smartest man ever to live, your utter genius would surpass even his.â

âWell someone woke up grumpy,â Blaze muttered, nonetheless extending a hand to help Shard to his feet.

âOnly because someone knocked me out,â Shard muttered in return while taking his brotherâs outstretched hand.â

Despite their constant, I mean ''constant'' arguing, the two brothers knew they could always depend on each other. They had to, after all, without any parents to depend on.

~ ~ Yipwa! ~ ~

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Crack! Snapple! Pop!* The old man sat up from his straw mat and quickly flicked his arms from side to side with surprising agility for a man of his age, cracking the joins in his back while stretching it in the process. He let out a contented sigh.

âAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.â That was his sigh. It truly was contented.

He reached over to the wall adjacent to his straw sleeping mat, grabbed the wooden staff propped up against it, and then used it to stand up. He grabbed his wide straw hat as he stood and plopped it on his head. As he slowly walked across his one-room shackle-hut, he stroked his medium-length grey beard and smiled. The rising sun provided a red glow through the shackleâs window and promised to herald in a beautiful day.'''<br>
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Psych!'''<br>
'''

Just an hour later is was pouring torrents of rain, proving the sunny day promised by the bright sunrise to be a total lie. Not that the old man minded. He was content, remember, as indicated by his very contented sigh. In fact, he gave another contented at that very moment as if to confirm his contentedness. With a spring in his step, he went out to work in his rice fields and took no notice of the rain. He and the rest of the villagers had to make a living, after all, and rain wasnât going to change that. Besides, the old man thought to himself, the rice grew in flooded paddy fields anyway, so he was going to get wet regardless of whether it rained or not. The cloudy cover would be a nice change of pace from the blazing sun glaring down on the workers.

Some time before noon (it was hard to judge the exact time because the sun was hidden behind the clouds) the younger folk quickly set to work filling two wheelbarrows with bags of rice, rice cakes, and other rice products. Â As one of the two representatives for the rice farmers, the old man had the responsibility of carting one of these two-wheeled wheelbarrows full rice to the town and sell it to townspeople who were in dire need of the staple food. While the young men filled the wheelbarrows, the old man took the opportunity to trot back to his home and grab a stack of five thick, heavy books. Upon returning, he found that the wheelbarrows were all filled up, so he plopped his books on top of the bags of rice of one of them. An elderly lady was already there and ready to take the other wheelbarrow to town, and she turned to face the old man as he approached.

âGlad to see you could make it Tado!â She said, smiling.

âOf course I could make it, Suzu! Iâm not so old that Iâm bedridden, not yet anyway! I just had a few things I had to grab before leaving.â He gestured to the books placed on the top of his wheelbarrow as he said this.

It took them about two to three hours to make it to the nearby town. It was a scenic walk along the thin, light brown colored dirt road, winding through grassy plains, green as an emeralds, nearby a deep blue river that sparkled like diamonds.

As the approached the edge of the small town, they could faintly hear the bustle and noise of the trading hub at the center of the town. They made their way through a maze of houses plopped randomly throughout the town, until a large, circular area opened up in front of them. Spread out across the entire area were little stands and wheelbarrows and people selling various goods.

The old man, Tado, quietly set down his wheelbarrow in the same little corner that he was always stationed at. The old lady, Suzo, set hers right next to his. From within his wheelbarrow, Tado pulled out two unfolding straw chairs for him and Suzo. The two sat down, chatted idly about the day, occasionally serving a customer in dire need of rice, or calling out a hello to a passing acquaintance. Eventually, Tado saw his two favorite customers approaching.

âYou know, these fancy pencils from Ninjago City will likely gain widespread use by all serious artists. Get this: if you make a mistake, you can actually erase it!â

âI donât deny that new inventions are cool, but true art is made with ink and watercolor. It takes true skill, too, because you can just wipe away your mistakes.â

âI would think that with your obsession with the latest and greatest âscience,â youâd understand the amazingness of this invention, the pencil.

As the two young kids reached the rice wheelbarrow, they stopped their arguing, turned to Tado, and bowed.

âGreetings sensei,â they said together.

âOh, nonesense! Thereâs no need to call me sensei! Iâm nothing of the sort!â He said smiling.

âTrue,â the taller of the two kids said. âYouâve done way more for us than just being our sensei!â

The old man chortled. âShard, Blaze, have a rice cake!â He handed out a cake of dried rice and honey to each of them. The two kids rearranged the bundle of items and goods the had recently purchased from the market and took the rice cake, grinning.

âAlso,â Tado added, reaching to his wheelbarrow âI have another thing for you.â He pulled out the stack of five books.

âThese two are for you, Shard,â he said, handing out a textbook of mathematics and a textbook of science. âYou zipped through the last textbooks so fast! Youâll be a scholar in no time!â Shard remained quiet, but he beamed with pride at Tadoâs praise. Tado handed the other two books to Blaze. âAnd these two are for you! A book of martial arts moves and one of samurai legends!â

âAwesome!â Blaze exclaimed, taking the books and adding them to his stack of items.

âTado,â Shard pipped up. âYou taught us art and writing, and you seem to know everything...â

âWell I wouldnât say everything, but I do have years of experience on my side.â

â...so which are better? Pencils or watercolors? You know that there is nothing I love more than learning about scientific progress, but that has no bearing on art. The traditional watercolors for art are way better! Blaze disagrees, however, saying that pencils are more convenient and whatnot.â

âHey, no, thatâs not quite what I said! Tado, heâs misinterpreting my argument!â

Tado smiled. âDo you want to know what is the artistâs greatest tool?â Tado asked to two young kids.

âYes!â Both Shard and Blaze said, nodding.

âThis is,â he said, reaching over his wheelbarrow and patting each of the kids on the chest. âIt doesnât matter what utensil you use as long as it comes from here.â

âWoah!â The kids said, their eyes wide. âYou really do know everything!â Shard exclaimed.

âRun along now, kids. You want to get home before dark,â Tado admonished them.

âWait! First we have to buy some rice!â Blaze interjected. âTwo large bags please,â he said, placing a handful of yen on the edge of the wheelbarrow.â

Tado took the coins, placed them in Blazeâs hand, and closed Blazeâs fingers around them

âYou know thereâs no need for you to pay me. Youâre like family to me, and one should never charge their family.â

âOkay then!â Blaze said. He and Shard each grabbed a bag of rice and ran off.

Tado watched them, amused as he saw Shard drag Blaze along a detour that would take them past the furniture carverâs stand. The furniture carver was in the middle of a transaction with another customer, but that didnât concern Shard. What concerned him was the furniture carverâs young (and good looking) daughter by his side. As they passed, the young girl looked up and made eye contact with Shard. Embarrassed, Shard hurried past, grabbing Blazeâs hand and dragging him behind.

âTheyâre such smart young men.â Tado contemplated out loud as he watched them run off.

âYou use the word âyoung menâ very loosely, Tado!â Suzo interjected. âTheyâre only ten years old!â

âPerhaps so, but they have been forced to become young men at such an early age. Few kids have gone through the things they have. Few adults have, either, as a matter of fact.â He paused in contemplation.

âYou know, Shard seems to have taken a fancy to Juroâs daughter. Sheâs ten years old as well, isnât she?â Suzo prompted.

âWhy yes she is.â Tado answered.

âI ship it.â The old lady replied.

Tado smiled. âIâm lucky to have them as my art students. As my sons.â

âIndeed you are,â Suzo replied.

Tado sighed contentedly.

[[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170210074154

2017-02-10T07:41:54Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "P.S. if you can tell a story in just two seconds, then you talkÂ ''really'' fast. :P"

P.S. if you can tell a story in just two seconds, then you talkÂ ''really'' fast. :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170210074042

2017-02-10T07:40:42Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br />People, this is an important moment for me. It is the time of a milestone... With this edit, I reach 1000 edi..."

<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br />People, this is an important moment for me. It is the time of a milestone...

With this edit, I reach 1000 edits to the wiki!!!

HURRAH![[File:999_edits.png|thumb|left|398px]][[File:Emotion-49.gif|thumb]][[File:Emotion-49.gif|thumb]][[File:Emotion-49.gif|thumb]][[File:Emotion-49.gif|thumb]][[File:Emotion-49.gif|thumb]]

I think it's time

for a...

FLASH FORWARD!!!

whoooooooosh [official flash forward sounds]

*Jonna's grandchildren have now all graduated from high school and gone their separate ways all across America. Or not. Either way, today, they have all assembled at their parents'(/uncles') house, having dinner together*

*Grandma Jonna is there, too, as well as Gruncle James, because why not? It gives me the opportunity of calling him Gruncle*

*Jonna opens her mouth to speak*

"Have I ever told you about..."

*There is a collective groan*

"Yes, mother".

"Oh, no!".

"Not again!".

"Oh, I remember that one!".

"I'm sure I've never told you this story before".

"That's whay you said last time", Grandchild #3 (I was tempted to say #33) replied.

*Suddenly, the glass behind Jonna breaks and an old man enters through it*

"You have a family dinner and don't invite me?" he asks.

"You realise, of course, you are not from our family", replies a Jonnason (get it? Jonna's son?).

"Nonsense, I am your uncle George", somehow finding his way to a chair.

"We really have no idea who you are", a Jonnadottir says.

"Never heard of a Gruncle George", grandchild #6 speaks.

"Surely, your memory is failing. Besides if I am not your Gruncle, then how am I going to tell you this story in two seconds?".

"What do y-".

"Have I ever told you of the story of when I reached a thousand edits in the KotOS wiki? It was pretty sleek! I was the first one to reach the milestone. Yeah, I was so proud".

"Should we care?" grandchild #2 asks grandchild #1.

"I don't think so. He's not even our grandmother".

*The stranger keeps talking like that until the police arrives, earlier called after he broke in. As the man is carried out, though he continues to speak*

"Indeed it shows how I was the most active of them all. Proven by the amount of Additional Manuscripts I've written. Indeed I have written one thousand seven hundred fourty three of them. A great record in comparison to Harold's nine hundred seventy eight. He takes second place, of course, but...".

The ending of the sentence was never heard by them as the man was forced out of the house and into the police car.

*There was awkward silence for a moment, then Jonna spoke*

"You know that was my friend!".

*After collective face palms and awkward silences commence, Jonna finally speaks again*

"Anyway, where were we? Oh yes! Have I ever told you the story of..."

whoooooosh!

Back to the Present.

Okay, I'm going to give you some time to admire the 1000 number before I make my next edit.
</div>
Quality over quantity my friend! :P

*Despite saying this, I immediately begin spamming random, meaningless edits such as removing spaces at the ends of paragraphs and adding superfluous commas in an attempt to increase my quantity of edits.* :P

Talk:Rise of the Gemini/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170210070137

2017-02-10T07:01:37Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Note: I changed the age of Shard and Blaze after realizing that they would have to be younger than teenagers in order for them to fit into the timeline I have planned for thei..."

Note: I changed the age of Shard and Blaze after realizing that they would have to be younger than teenagers in order for them to fit into the timeline I have planned for their lives.

Rise of the Gemini

2017-02-10T06:57:38Z

76.232.200.172: :D

The young kidâs eyes, a grey-blue with streaks of ochre, analyzed his opponent, looking for an opening, and his medium-length hair rustled in the wind as he leaned back slightly to avoid his opponentâs flurry of punches. His opponent, also a young kid in his pre-teens, narrowed his dark brown eyes in concentration as he faked a left hook before delivering a left body shot, which he followed up with a low hook, jab, cross, left hook, cross, left hook, and right body shot in quick succession. Narrowly blocking and/or dodging each punch, the the first fighter sensed an opportunity as his opponent threw a particularly wild hook. He weaved under the hook and whirled around, his white gi fluttering behind him as he executing a spinning hook kick to his opponentâs head. His opponent, however, had other plans, one of which included throwing his hands between his head and the first fighterâs foot, easily blocking the kick. Taller and more muscular than the first fighter, he also easily blocked jump roundhouse kick that followed the spinning hook. The second fighter also had shorter hair than the first guy. I donât know why this detail is important, but I thought you should know. The fight continued this way for some time, with the first fighterâs precision matched by the second fighterâs strength. After a lengthy bought of heated battle during which some particularly nasty blows were exchanged by both characters, the first fighter parried a kick from the second fighter, stepped back in preparation for a side kick, and then...he saw her. The teenage girl appeared around a bend in the dirt path a short ways away from the field in which the two fighters fought, with both hands clasped on the handle of a bucket of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby well. As she rounded the corner of the road, the wind swept her long, black hair to the side, the clouds parted, and a ray of light shined down to illuminate the angelic beauty her face. The first young fighter stood entranced, and his heart skipped a beat when she glanced over in his direction. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then excruciating pain erupted across his face and he blacked out.

...

As the kid opened his eyes, he wondered why the sky had rotated 90 degrees to a vertical position. âThatâs strange,â he thought to himself as he stared at the vertical sky in front of him. âThe skyâs never done that before.â As mental acuity returned to him, he realized that the sky had not flipped 90 degrees; he had, and he was lying face-up on the ground. Along with brain functionality, however, came throbbing pain permeating his head. The face of his opponent appeared between him and the sky and looked at him with a concerned expression.

âAre you okay Shard?!? What happened? I thought you were going to block my punch, but for some reason you didnât react!â

The first fighter, who was indeed named Shard, sat up with a groan.

âAbsolutely brilliant idea, Blaze! Just punch the guy who is standing there and not reacting! Why not go around punching babies while youâre at it! Your genius truly is being wasted in these fields; why donât you head over to Ninjago City so as to enlighten its people with your brilliance.â Shard snapped in a sarcastic fury, obviously in a bad mood due to the fact that, well, he had just been punched, and it hurt. Plus, the fact that the beautiful girl was gone probably didnât help his mood too much.

The second fighter, whose was indeed named Blaze, replied defensively âWe were in the middle of sparring! The whole point of sparring is to punch the other person! Also, did you just compare yourself to a baby?â

âWhat, no, I--whatever, thatâs not important!â Shard stuttered in reply. âWhat is important is the wasted potential of your infinite wisdom! If, hypothetically, there existed a minifigure named Einstein, and if, completely hypothetically of course because obviously no one named Einstein has ever actually existed, he was the smartest man ever to live, your utter genius would surpass even his.â

âWell someone woke up grumpy,â Blaze muttered, nonetheless extending a hand to help Shard to his feet.

âOnly because someone knocked me out,â Shard muttered in return while taking his brotherâs outstretched hand.â

Despite their constant, I mean ''constant'' arguing, the two brothers knew they could always depend on each other. They had to, after all, without any parents to depend on.

~ ~ Yipwa! ~ ~

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Crack! Snapple! Pop!* The old man sat up from his straw mat and quickly flicked his arms from side to side with surprising agility for a man of his age, cracking the joins in his back while stretching it in the process. He let out a contented sigh.

âAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.â That was his sigh. It truly was contented.

He reached over to the wall adjacent to his straw sleeping mat, grabbed the wooden staff propped up against it, and then used it to stand up. He grabbed his wide straw hat as he stood and plopped it on his head. As he slowly walked across his one-room shackle-hut, he stroked his medium-length grey beard and smiled. The rising sun provided a red glow through the shackleâs window and promised to herald in a beautiful day.'''<br>
'''

Psych!'''<br>
'''

Just an hour later is was pouring torrents of rain, proving the sunny day promised by the bright sunrise to be a total lie. Not that the old man minded. He was content, remember, as indicated by his very contented sigh. In fact, he gave another contented at that very moment as if to confirm his contentedness. With a spring in his step, he went out to work in his rice fields and took no notice of the rain. He and the rest of the villagers had to make a living, after all, and rain wasnât going to change that. Besides, the old man thought to himself, the rice grew in flooded paddy fields anyway, so he was going to get wet regardless of whether it rained or not. The cloudy cover would be a nice change of pace from the blazing sun glaring down on the workers.

Some time before noon (it was hard to judge the exact time because the sun was hidden behind the clouds) the younger folk quickly set to work filling two wheelbarrows with bags of rice, rice cakes, and other rice products. Â As one of the two representatives for the rice farmers, the old man had the responsibility of carting one of these two-wheeled wheelbarrows full rice to the town and sell it to townspeople who were in dire need of the staple food. While the young men filled the wheelbarrows, the old man took the opportunity to trot back to his home and grab a stack of five thick, heavy books. Upon returning, he found that the wheelbarrows were all filled up, so he plopped his books on top of the bags of rice of one of them. An elderly lady was already there and ready to take the other wheelbarrow to town, and she turned to face the old man as he approached.

âGlad to see you could make it Tado!â She said, smiling.

âOf course I could make it, Suzu! Iâm not so old that Iâm bedridden, not yet anyway! I just had a few things I had to grab before leaving.â He gestured to the books placed on the top of his wheelbarrow as he said this.

It took them about two to three hours to make it to the nearby town. It was a scenic walk along the thin, light brown colored dirt road, winding through grassy plains, green as an emeralds, nearby a deep blue river that sparkled like diamonds.

As the approached the edge of the small town, they could faintly hear the bustle and noise of the trading hub at the center of the town. They made their way through a maze of houses plopped randomly throughout the town, until a large, circular area opened up in front of them. Spread out across the entire area were little stands and wheelbarrows and people selling various goods.

The old man, Tado, quietly set down his wheelbarrow in the same little corner that he was always stationed at. The old lady, Suzo, set hers right next to his. From within his wheelbarrow, Tado pulled out two unfolding straw chairs for him and Suzo. The two sat down, chatted idly about the day, occasionally serving a customer in dire need of rice, or calling out a hello to a passing acquaintance. Eventually, Tado saw his two favorite customers approaching.

âYou know, these fancy pencils from Ninjago City will likely gain widespread use by all serious artists. Get this: if you make a mistake, you can actually erase it!â

âI donât deny that new inventions are cool, but true art is made with ink and watercolor. It takes true skill, too, because you can just wipe away your mistakes.â

âI would think that with your obsession with the latest and greatest âscience,â youâd understand the amazingness of this invention, the pencil.

As the two young kids reached the rice wheelbarrow, they stopped their arguing, turned to Tado, and bowed.

âGreetings sensei,â they said together.

âOh, nonesense! Thereâs no need to call me sensei! Iâm nothing of the sort!â He said smiling.

âTrue,â the taller of the two kids said. âYouâve done way more for us than just being our sensei!â

The old man chortled. âShard, Blaze, have a rice cake!â He handed out a cake of dried rice and honey to each of them. The two kids rearranged the bundle of items and goods the had recently purchased from the market and took the rice cake, grinning.

âAlso,â Tado added, reaching to his wheelbarrow âI have another thing for you.â He pulled out the stack of five books.

âThese two are for you, Shard,â he said, handing out a textbook of mathematics and a textbook of science. âYou zipped through the last textbooks so fast! Youâll be a scholar in no time!â Shard remained quiet, but he beamed with pride at Tadoâs praise. Tado handed the other two books to Blaze. âAnd these two are for you! A book of martial arts moves and one of samurai legends!â

âAwesome!â Blaze exclaimed, taking the books and adding them to his stack of items.

âTado,â Shard pipped up. âYou taught us art and writing, and you seem to know everything...â

âWell I wouldnât say everything, but I do have years of experience on my side.â

â...so which are better? Pencils or watercolors? You know that there is nothing I love more than learning about scientific progress, but that has no bearing on art. The traditional watercolors for art are way better! Blaze disagrees, however, saying that pencils are more convenient and whatnot.â

âHey, no, thatâs not quite what I said! Tado, heâs misinterpreting my argument!â

Tado smiled. âDo you want to know what is the artistâs greatest tool?â Tado asked to two young kids.

âYes!â Both Shard and Blaze said, nodding.

âThis is,â he said, reaching over his wheelbarrow and patting each of the kids on the chest. âIt doesnât matter what utensil you use as long as it comes from here.â

âWoah!â The kids said, their eyes wide. âYou really do know everything!â Shard exclaimed.

âRun along now, kids. You want to get home before dark,â Tado admonished them.

âWait! First we have to buy some rice!â Blaze interjected. âTwo large bags please,â he said, placing a handful of yen on the edge of the wheelbarrow.â

Tado took the coins, placed them in Blazeâs hand, and closed Blazeâs fingers around them

âYou know thereâs no need for you to pay me. Youâre like family to me, and one should never charge their family.â

âOkay then!â Blaze said. He and Shard each grabbed a bag of rice and ran off.

Tado watched them, amused as he saw Shard drag Blaze along a detour that would take them past the furniture carverâs stand. The furniture carver was in the middle of a transaction with another customer, but that didnât concern Shard. What concerned him was the furniture carverâs young (and good looking) daughter by his side. As they passed, the young girl looked up and made eye contact with Shard. Embarrassed, Shard hurried past, grabbing Blazeâs hand and dragging him behind.

âTheyâre such smart young men.â Tado contemplated out loud as he watched them run off.

âYou use the word âyoung menâ very loosely, Tado!â Suzo interjected. âTheyâre only ten years old!â

âPerhaps so, but they have been forced to become young men at such an early age. Few kids have gone through the things they have. Few adults have, either, as a matter of fact.â He paused in contemplation.

âYou know, Shard seems to have taken a fancy to Juroâs daughter. Sheâs ten years old as well, isnât she?â Suzo prompted.

âWhy yes she is.â Tado answered.

âI ship it.â The old lady replied.

Tado smiled. âIâm lucky to have them as my art students. As my sons.â

âIndeed you are,â Suzo replied.

Tado sighed contentedly.

[[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]

Thread:76.232.200.172/@comment-28545852-20170124215559/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170126002610

2017-01-26T00:26:10Z

<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br /><div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br />Oh, lol, that's a single game. :P

Well, since non-limited people (you're non-limited, right?) can add friends, here's my steam accout info:

Account name: The Shadowed One

"Real Name": The Shadow

That is what is listed as my real name; it obviously isn't actually my real name. (Or is it?!?!?!?! :P)

Steam profile link: http://steamcommunity.com/id/yipwa/

That should take you to my steam profile.

If none of that works, then we're out of luck and I told you my fake real name for nothing. :P
</div>Really? The Shadow?<br />

Shadows are eveywhere these days! And most of them for no reason at all! :P
</div>What I want to know is if you made this account before you met Sir Shadow, or after! :P</div>Indeed that is the queschon!<br />
</div>
While I made my Steam account after meeting you, I have been using the alias "The Shadowed One" for other video game accounts long before I met you. I actually took the name from the Bionicle character known as "The Shadowed One," so you can be rest assured that I wasn't copying your character. I was copying Greg Farshtey's character. :P

Thread:76.232.200.172/@comment-28545852-20170124215559/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125020308

2017-01-25T02:03:08Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Oh, lol, that's a single game. :P Well, since non-limited people (you're non-limited, right?) can add friends, here's my steam accout info: Account name: The Shadowed One "..."

Oh, lol, that's a single game. :P

Well, since non-limited people (you're non-limited, right?) can add friends, here's my steam accout info:

Account name: The Shadowed One

"Real Name": The Shadow

That is what is listed as my real name; it obviously isn't actually my real name. (Or is it?!?!?!?! :P)

Steam profile link: http://steamcommunity.com/id/yipwa/

That should take you to my steam profile.

If none of that works, then we're out of luck and I told you my fake real name for nothing. :P

Thread:76.232.200.172/@comment-28545852-20170124215559/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125004140

2017-01-25T00:41:40Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Yeah, I know I have TF2, as well as some other free games that I can't remember off the top of my head downloaded. I'll definately check out those games, though, if I get the..."

Yeah, I know I have TF2, as well as some other free games that I can't remember off the top of my head downloaded.

I'll definately check out those games, though, if I get the time. I probably won't get the time, mind you, due to real life being so time consuming, but if I do get the time, I'll check them out. :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-27324808-20170125001334/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125002501

2017-01-25T00:25:01Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "I figured it out. The topic wouldn't break until I left the page. :P Good to know that if we ever need to keep a page alive for all eternity, we don't need to use dark magic; ..."

I figured it out. The topic wouldn't break until I left the page. :P Good to know that if we ever need to keep a page alive for all eternity, we don't need to use dark magic; we just have to keep the page open. :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125001745

2017-01-25T00:17:45Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Look! The reply thing next to my post says "reply to #505!" I knew I calculated correctly! So why hasn't it broken?"

Look! The reply thing next to my post says "reply to #505!" I knew I calculated correctly! So why hasn't it broken?

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125001652

2017-01-25T00:16:52Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br />I'm honestly confused as to why this hasn't broken yet.</div> There's only so much spam I can post before it becomes obscene and ..."

<div class="quote">76.232.200.172 wrote:<br />I'm honestly confused as to why this hasn't broken yet.</div>
There's only so much spam I can post before it becomes obscene and I feel obligated to stop.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125001519

2017-01-25T00:15:19Z

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I'm honestly confused as to why this hasn't broken yet.

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2017-01-25T00:15:01Z

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Spam

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2017-01-25T00:14:52Z

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Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125001157

2017-01-25T00:11:57Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "? This thread says it has 502 messages, but the other General Discussion thread broke at 501? But then next to my post it says reply to 494? I just want to break things, why d..."

? This thread says it has 502 messages, but the other General Discussion thread broke at 501? But then next to my post it says reply to 494? I just want to break things, why does it have to be so hard? :'(

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125000955

2017-01-25T00:09:55Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Don't mind me. This is just the aforementioned spam to ensure that I break the page."

Don't mind me. This is just the aforementioned spam to ensure that I break the page.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170125000916

2017-01-25T00:09:16Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<span style="font-weight:normal;">YAY! I Get to break the topic again! If my calculations are correct, this is the 501th post on the Second General Discussion forum! (By "my c..."

<span style="font-weight:normal;">YAY! I Get to break the topic again! If my calculations are correct, this is the 501th post on the Second General Discussion forum! (By "my calculations" I mean that I just read the lable next to the General Discussion forum that said how many posts where in the page. And it said 500. And the last page broke at 501. So this should break stuff.) MUHAHAHAHA! Breaking stuff is fun. :D</span>

<span style="font-weight:normal;">If this doesn't work, then I'll just keep spamming random posts until it does.</span>

You know, there's some deep poetic paralelism and symbolism and stuff that I'm the one to break both General Discussion boards.

English Essay On the KotOS Wiki:

"The random, sporadic nature of the KotOS chapters reveals the conflicted nature of the group. While they professed to be amicable firends, their antagonistic nature was revealed through their frequent "Paint Wars," through which they channeled their negative emotions toward each other. This is even more clearly depicted when half of the KotOS members created a Wikia page without informing the remaining members. Clearly, they were trying to create a division between the group in order to justify their antagonistic feelings. Reveling in breaking things, Ninjago Builders further exemplifies this destructive mindset when he states "Breaking stuff is fun." The coloquial connotation of the word "stuff" shows that he views such violent acts as inconsequential, implying that he has no qualms with causing harm. The fact that he was the one to break <u>both</u> General Discussion 1 and General Discussion 2 indicates that this destructive nature was not random occurance, but rather was a consistant pattern of violence, evidence to the violent mindset created by KotOS. It also symbolizes the inevitablity of death. In conclusion, KotOS was a violent, destructive organization that held hostile feelings both toward each other and the rest of the world, and their timely demise made the world a better place."

Thread:76.232.200.172/@comment-28545852-20170124215559/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170124234323

2017-01-24T23:43:23Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "It does. :( I would add you on Steam so that I could tell you the spoilers there, but since I haven't made any purchases on my account I don't think I can add friends. At leas..."

It does. :( I would add you on Steam so that I could tell you the spoilers there, but since I haven't made any purchases on my account I don't think I can add friends. At least I think that's why its not letting me have any friends. I know that I've tried adding friends (and having people add me) on Steam before and it didn't work.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170124215611

2017-01-24T21:56:11Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">FleetCaptainT wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br />This is a ver..."

<div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">FleetCaptainT wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br />This is a very cool thing I just discovered: http://sta.sh/22ev4fosjq9t.

Edit: Has any of you heard of ''Our Universe''? It is a project to make an animated movie and series for Lego Universe. The above link includes all the character designs one of the producers has made and I suppose they are for the animations, though I could be wrong.

So, have you guys (especially Talmid) seen this, http://bobbricks.deviantart.com/journal/Our-Universe-A-LEGO-Universe-Saga-621731108?

They say that all they lack to continue with their project is voice actors. I thought some of you might be interested for voice acting and that probably all of you will be interested in it in general.

Second Edit: Not all characters are LU, I realise now.
</div>I wish I could draw half as well as BobBricks or anyone here.Â I can't do is faces and heads AT ALL.Â Those are great illustrations.<br />
I haven't heard of Our Universe. o.O I'll let my sister who is a voice actor know about this.
</div>This is seriously something I want to do. Â It sounds awesome, but I'd have to set up some things.... Not to mention pray about it.

Thank you, Wiz, for bringing this up.
</div>
<br />

20 years later...

Anouncer: This is the 2037 film awards!!!!

*Crowd Cheers*

Crowd person 1: YEAH!!!!

Crowd person 2: WOOT!!!!!!

Crowd person 3: HOORAY!!!!!

Crowd person 4: DOWN WITH THE ESTABLISHMENT!!! DOWN WITH TH--*his voice cuts out and you some guards dragging a body out of the crowd.*

Crowd person 5: YIPWA!!!! I LOVE MOVIE AWARDS!!!!!!

Anouncer: Thank you for your enthusiasm, everyone. And now, the award for best lead voice actor goes to...STRIDER! *Crowd cheers.*

Anouncer: The award for the best supporting voice actor goes to...ALSO STRIDER!!! *Crowd cheers.*

Anouncer: Just to clarify, when I said "also Strider" I meant that the award went to Strider again, not that it went to someone named "Also Strider." I mean, who would name their kid "Also?" No one! Althought, now that I think about it, who would name their kid "Strider?"

Crowd person 6: I NAMED ALL MY KIDS STRIDER!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd person 7: WE LOVE YOU STRIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anouncer: Anyway, moving on, the award to the most dynamic voice actor goes to...STRIDER!!!!! *Crowd cheers.*

Anouncer: And the award for the most magnanimous voice actor goes to...STRIDER!!!!!!!!!! *Crowd is getting hoarse from cheering but they give it their best shot.*

Random guy: You know, it seems as if they're just making those awards up off the top of their heads.

Anouncer: Yes we are! Strider is such an amazing voice actor that we feel obligated to make up awards to give him the recognition he deserves! For example, the award for best voice actor whose name begins with a word that means "toÂ walk with long, decisive steps in a specified direction" is...STRIDER!!!!!!!

Random guy: Don't you think this is a bit excessive?

Anouncer: Nope! In fact, we're just get started! We have yet to award Strider with 113 more fabricated awards, a plaque, a Â Presidential Medal of Freedom, a pickup truck with and 8.5 foot bed filled with 24 carrot gold bullion,Â <span style="font-weight:normal;">every Olympic gold medal ever won apropriated from their owners,</span>Â a real life get out of jail free card, presidential pardon for any murders he may commit, and the first born child of every other voice actor who failed to be as amazing as him!

Random Guy: o_O

Anouncer: So Strider, would you like to say a few words concerning your success in the voice acting career? *Passes the microphone to Strider.*

Strider: Thanks anouncer. *Takes the microphone.* You know, it all started 20 years ago, when a person whose name I don't know who lives thousands of miles away from me informed me about a LEGO Universe animation. I thought to myself "This is it! This is what I've always needed to get into the voice acting career!' Of course, thanks to my beautiful voice, the animation became the first video to score 100 billion views on YouTube and things just progressed from there.

Random Guy: 20 years ago there were only like 7 billion people alive, right? That couldn't have gotten 100 billion views---

Anouncer: HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE WORDS OF STRIDER!!!!! THROW HIM IN THE DUSTBIN!!!!!!

Other Guy: No, no, please, I beg you, have mercy on me!!!! PLEASE!!! I have a wife and children!!!

Strider: Chill people, no one's getting thrown in the dustbin. Seriously, this all a bit extreme. Just sentance the guy to 50 years hard labor.

Other Guy: Thank you, thank you merciful Strider, anything is better than the dustbin!!!!

Strider: *Whispers to the anouncer off to the side.*Â ''I actually just said that to make myself look merciful. You should actually throw him in the dustbin.''

Anouncer: Yes lord Strider.

Strider: In answer to that other guy's question, obviously I was able to reach 100 billion views because people are able to watch YouTube videos more than once. Seriously, it's a fundamental part of YouTube.

*Crowd is still hoarse from cheering, but they cheer anyway for fear for their lives.*

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170124211212

2017-01-24T21:12:12Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br />Very quickly, I am taking 2-4 requests for prisoner escape..."

<div class="quote">Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br />Very quickly, I am taking 2-4 requests for prisoner escapees from Mount Scary Prison! I need to populate the dungeon a tiny bit with more than just my characters. :P (and one other which I stole with permission already, but the dungeon is still unrealistically empty.)

I was thinking of using other inactive characters, but I'm not sure who's being used or not by others.

So please, either make a prisoner up, (and''' he''', '''she''', or even '''''it''''', had to of done something pretty nasty to thedude's reign to end up at this prison, instead of the Orlan one,) or suggest a currently unused character.

I'm almost ready to continue posting, but all of the writing is one massive Combo Pizza right now... I gotta figure out how I'm going to serve it up. :P Â Â O_O Â Lol, I don't have a problem writing, but it's more drawn out than sticky-string right now.
</div>It... it... that gives me an idea... How about... The Mad Barney Bot? A Barney Bot that somehow got really mad. As it started going round causing havoc, even thedude couldn't ignore it and captured it. However, he did not destroy it for whatever purposes it might still serve. We've gone pretty dark with Barney/Barney Bots some times, but I wonder how darker this one could go, if it was used.<br />

The Ninja Brothers could be there, but I'll let N_B make that case. Did they escape earlier than that?

Oh, I know! The coffee machine! thedude has a longstanding quarrel with it... :P
</div>
Hmm...well I already had a different escape scene planned for the Ninja Bros. But I'm probably never going to get around to writing it anyway, so go ahead and throw the Ninja Bros in, Strider. :P I just have a few requests if you do decide to use them.

Is there any way I can PM (Private Message) Strider here on the wiki to inform him of all the super-secret stuff about the Ninja Bros without spoiling it for everyone else?

P.S. I like the idea of a Mad Barney Bot. :P

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170124052420

2017-01-24T05:24:20Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Haroldosaur wrote:<br />398pxCOVER PROGRESS! Also, fanta..."

<div class="quote">Stirling Silverstine wrote:<br /><div class="quote">Haroldosaur wrote:<br />[[File:Screenshot_(15).png|thumb|398px]]COVER PROGRESS!

Also, fantastic guide, Talmid!
</div>Goodness! It's Stirling! Â And Talmid! And...

Why is Iamos's eyes like that?Â

:P
</div>
*Gets triggered.*

It's why ''ARE''Â Iamos's eyes like that!!! D:<

. Â :P

@ Talmid: Thank you for the guide! Due to its detailed steps and suplamentary pictures, I would definately give that guide a solid 9.5/10 rating. :PÂ

@ Haroldosaur: Really cool cover start! I can't wait to see how it turns out.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170122063438

2017-01-22T06:34:38Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Adding on to what Strider said, we planned that when tehdude activates Order 66 (does he activate it? Or does it go off accidentally?) one of the Thingguy clones resists the o..."

Adding on to what Strider said, we planned that when tehdude activates Order 66 (does he activate it? Or does it go off accidentally?) one of the Thingguy clones resists the order and has an epic fight with his clone counterpart, and then they kill each other off.

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170120224315

2017-01-20T22:43:15Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "<div class="quote">Thingguy2 wrote:<br />Omg you guys still exist. I'm so proud of all of you. I know its been years, but I have been struggling through the unending fight th..."

<div class="quote">Thingguy2 wrote:<br />Omg you guys still exist. I'm so proud of all of you.

I know its been years, but I have been struggling through the unending fight that is adulthood, and eventually some things that I love had to take the back burner. I'm afraid this great community I helped establish was pushed off the stove.

I found this place from Talmid's video on YouTube, and while I cannot honestly make a concrete promise to stick around, I can promise to do my best to check in every once and a while.

Shoutout to everyone who remembers me.
</div>
Thingguy! You're alive! :D Pray tell me, what were you originally planning on doing with the double Thingguys? I'm really curious to see how close what we're doing with SA comes to what you had intended for SA. :P

P.S. This is Ninjago_Builders. I don't know if you remember me from the LMBs or not. :P

The Most Exotic of Rugs

2017-01-12T15:22:45Z

76.232.200.172:

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Thou seest that this manuscript has the stamp of "The Totally True Tale Society." They are a respected association that is dedicated to uncovering the truth, so thou ''knowest ''that this manuscript must be accurate.*

Like a cyborg. Half human, half robot. Except not a cyborg. Instead of being half human and half robot, Mary was half city-dweller and half forest dweller. A forestborg. (Foreborg? Forg?) Mary's like, IDK, five years old? Also Albert was a forestborg. He was Mary's sister. We'll say he's also five. They lived in a medium-small hut-shackle-house just outside the city walls amidst a bunch of surrounding pine trees, but they didn't live past the official forest line. Forestborgs. Man, the word seems cooler with every time I say it. Albert and Mary's mother wasn't a forestborg, because she never went into town; instead, she made her two kids do all the menial labor that required traveling to town, because that's what kids are for. Their father wasn't a forestborg either. He never went to town, nor did he go to the forest, nor did he go anywhere at all. He just spent all day six feet under. Every day, Mary and Albert had to walk through the city gates to school. After walking through miles of semi-forest between their cabin and the city, navigating their way through the twisting city streets, and reaching the classrooms of the brightest scholarly minds in the kingdom, Albert and Mary would doodle on their papers and make paper airplanes. They used the same paper for both the doodling AND the paper airplanes, so the paper airplanes had little doodles on them! How cool is that? Now, thou art probably wondering "well, if they have to walk so far to get to the city to wast the time of the most intelligent scholarly minds in the kingdom, why don't they just live in the city instead of being forestborgs?" Good question. In fact, that's such a good question that if thou were actually in front of me I would give thou a "Thou Rockest!" sticker as a reward for asking such insightful and over analytic questions. But thou are not actually in front of me. Thou art reading this manuscript in some dusty library, watching thy hopes and dreams for a "Thou Rockest!" sticker fade before thy very eyes. The reason Albert and Mary live outside the city is because every evening after school they have to travel into the woods and hunt 9 headed man-eating sheep bears for the creatures' wool-hair so that they could give the wool-hair to their mother who would knit rugs. Yes, their mother was the most renowned rug maker in the city. Although she wasn't in the city. She was in the semi-forest outside of the city. The point is, people came far and wide to buy rugs from the famous "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" After an especially prosperous winter of rug making, summer came around, and a blight spread among the rug bushes. The blight had short, stubby legs, so one would think that the blight wouldn't spread very far, right? Wrong. If I had given thou that "Thou Rockest!" sticker beforehand, I would be ripping it off thy tunic right now for thinking something so naive. It's ignorant people like thou who allowed for the spread of the blight. All it took was for a few strands of infected rug string to be installed in a flying carpet and the blight was quickly spread across the kingdom.

Day 1.

In the middle of wrestling a 9-headed man-eating sheep bear, Albert commented "I heard that there was a rug blight epidemic happening."

"It's probably no big deal," Mary responded

Day 3,650

Albert looked at the calendar pined to the wall with the rib-bone of a nine headed man-eating sheep bear. "Well, I did not expect this blight to last ten years," Albert commented.

"That's because it hasn't!" Mary exclaimed suddenly.

"What dost thou meanest?" Albert said, looking up from the calendar excitedly.

"Thou art forgetting about leap years."

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Faceplam.*

"We need to rescue our mother's rug business!" Mary exclaimed. "There must be a way! We must do it in memory of our dearest mother!"

Thou seest, Albert and Mary's mother still wasn't a forestborg, but now she wasn't a foresborg in the same way that their father wasn't a foresborg.

"We also need to rescue the rug business because we were irresponsible in our younger years and we are incapable of functioning in any career other than that of the rug business," Albert added. "This is likely due to psychological trauma we experienced from fighting nine heading man-eating sheep bears at the age of 5."

"I have an idea!" Mary exclaimed. She exclaimed pretty much anything she said. "As thou knowest, the handbag industry is flourishing this time of year!"

"Why yes it is," Albert acknowledged. Then his eyes went wide as the epiphany hit him "Why, I do believe I comprehend what thou art suggesting! Thou art suggesting that we buy plentiful and subsequently cheaply priced purses en masse, sew them together to form rugs, and then sell said rugs at drastically marked up prices!!!"

"What, no, I was going to suggest that we spend what little money we have buying a bunch of handbags to drown our sorrows in. But I guess that works too."

The two siblings got to work, and it wasn't long before "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" became successful, and Mary and Albert became millionaires.

Day 3,653

"Man, being a millionaire is great!" Mary exclaimed.

At that moment she and Albert were started by a forceful knock at the door of their cabin-hut-shack-I-don't-remember-what-it-was.

Mary got up from his chair, setting aside the purses that she was sewing into rugs, and opened the door.

A mysterious old man in a hood greeted her. In his left hand he dragged a wheelbarrow-cart hybrid full of strange oddities, and in his right hand he carried a wooden staff.

"Greetings," the old man greeted.

"Hello! I'm Mary from 'Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!' How can I help thee today?" Mary exclaimed.

"Thou must listen to me! I don't have much time!"

"Good, because the sooner Thou leavest with whatever wares thou art peddling in that ambiguously defined wheelbarrow-cart hybrid the sooner I can go back to making millions!"

"Thy status as a millionaire will mean nothing in the upcoming days! The sky will grow dark and the earth shall be torn asunder! was once like thee, kid. Young, impatient, overconfident. AND IGNORANT! My ignorance cost me everything. But there is still hope for thee! Perhaps thou can succeedest where I failedest. Listen carefully to everything I say and follow it exactly! First, change thy name. This is imperative. The name "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" is terrible. It lacks a catchy ring to it, and it has been outdated since the passing of thine mother. Second, thou must rebrand thy business. The younger generation believes that rugs are just for old people! Thou must prove them wrong! Buy the coolest, most hip purses on the market and sew ''them'' into rugs! The younger generation will love it! If thou followest mine advice, there is a chance, however so slim, that thou might surpass the menial acomplishment of "millionaire" and become....a legend! A '''''<u>MULTI</u>'''''-millionaire!" The old man's eyes bulged as he said this.

"Hmm..." Albert contemplated. "Perhaps thou art right. Thine wisdom hath opened up mine eyes."

Under the old man's guidance, Albert and Mary created Carpy the Carpet Carp, the brand mascot. They named their business to "Rug Radicals!" They changed the rug pricing from "$9" to "$9.99." They advertised the economically sustainable method in which they repurposed old purses to become rugs. They changed the pricing from "$9.99" to "$9.99 ...and your soul." They hired pirate ninja hybrids (pirateborgs? Ninjaborgs? Nirateborgs?) to eliminate the competing rug businesses. Then they were smashed by a herd of nine headed man-eating sheep bears who wanted revenge for being hunted all their lives for their legendary wool-hair.

As he lay smashing, Albert knew that he had one final change to make. One that could alter the course of the universe.

"We must name our creation..." Albert choked out.

"The name must be fitting of the rug's greatness!" Mary exclaimed, and then doubled over in pain because she was smashing and making loud exclamations hurt her ribs. "Never before has there been such a magnificent rug as ours, fashioned out of the carcasses of handbags!"

"I've got it," Albert whispered, coughing. "As the ultimate rug, one fashioned out of purses, we must call our creation...

...The Pursian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes! YESSSSS!!!!!!" Mary cackled! With her last breath, Mary snatched up a stick and scrawled the following in the dirt:

"Persian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Thou spelled "pursian" wrong." Albert said. Then he smashed.

And that's how the Persian Carpet was created.

Incidentally, Persian Cats came about about in basically the exact same manner.
[[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]

Talk:The Most Exotic of Rugs/@comment-28549248-20170112131146/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170112152055

2017-01-12T15:20:55Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "It seems my basic mathematical skills have failed me when I needed them most. :P Yes, I called Albert Mary's sister. Is that some egregious offense that I am unaware of? :P ..."

It seems my basic mathematical skills have failed me when I needed them most. :P

Yes, I called Albert Mary's sister. Is that some egregious offense that I am unaware of? :P

Yes, I recognize that I used the Olde Speech incorrectly. However, unlike the blatant math error, that was (sorta) intentional. I made some errors, and then when I noticed them I just decided to leave them because 1) I was lazy and 2) the valadidity of this story is intended to be very doubtful, making it ironic that it was stamped by The Totally True Tale Society, so such missues add to that effect. :P

He wasn't intended to ''be'' SOS, but rather was intended to be an allusion to him. :P Basically, the open-ended description means that heÂ ''could'' be SOS, but he isn't (unless you want him to be).

Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28545920-20160724205451/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170112055850

2017-01-12T05:58:50Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "WAIT WHAAAAAAA??!?!?!? LMB RETIRING?!?!?! END OF THE WORLD?!?!?!?! APOCOLYPSE!????!?!? :O :O :O :S :S:S:S:S :SO: O:O :O :O:O:O WE'RE ALLL GONGGG TO DIIIII-erm-SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."

WAIT WHAAAAAAA??!?!?!? LMB RETIRING?!?!?! END OF THE WORLD?!?!?!?! APOCOLYPSE!????!?!? :O :O :O :S :S:S:S:S :SO: O:O :O :O:O:O WE'RE ALLL GONGGG TO DIIIII-erm-SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHSHSHSHSHSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, cool, those recrete LU projects that I told myself to keep and eye on and then forgot about are making progress.

Also, Haroldosaur, could you fill me in on what Power of Ages is all about?

Is there anything else that I missed in my absense that is important for me to know? :P

Talk:The Most Exotic of Rugs/@comment-28545920-20170112040757/@comment-76.232.200.172-20170112052806

2017-01-12T05:28:06Z

76.232.200.172: Created page with "Yay! It makes me happy to hear you enjoyed it! :D"

Yay! It makes me happy to hear you enjoyed it! :D

The Most Exotic of Rugs

2017-01-12T04:46:24Z

76.232.200.172:

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Thou seest that this manuscript has the stamp of "The Totally True Tale Society." They are a respected association that is dedicated to uncovering the truth, so thou ''knowest ''that this manuscript must be accurate.*

Like a cyborg. Half human, half robot. Except not a cyborg. Instead of being half human and half robot, Mary was half city-dweller and half forest dweller. A forestborg. (Foreborg? Forg?) Mary's like, IDK, five years old? Also Albert was a forestborg. He was Mary's sister. We'll say he's also five. They lived in a medium-small hut-shackle-house just outside the city walls amidst a bunch of surrounding pine trees, but they didn't live past the official forest line. Forestborgs. Man, the word seems cooler with every time I say it. Albert and Mary's mother wasn't a forestborg, because she never went into town; instead, she made her two kids do all the menial labor that required traveling to town, because that's what kids are for. Their father wasn't a forestborg either. He never went to town, nor did he go to the forest, nor did he go anywhere at all. He just spent all day six feet under. Every day, Mary and Albert had to walk through the city gates to school. After walking through miles of semi-forest between their cabin and the city, navigating their way through the twisting city streets, and reaching the classrooms of the brightest scholarly minds in the kingdom, Albert and Mary would doodle on their papers and make paper airplanes. They used the same paper for both the doodling AND the paper airplanes, so the paper airplanes had little doodles on them! How cool is that? Now, thou art probably wondering "well, if they have to walk so far to get to the city to wast the time of the most intelligent scholarly minds in the kingdom, why don't they just live in the city instead of being forestborgs?" Good question. In fact, that's such a good question that if thou were actually in front of me I would give thou a "Thou Rockest!" sticker as a reward for asking such insightful and over analytic questions. But thou are not actually in front of me. Thou art reading this manuscript in some dusty library, watching thy hopes and dreams for a "Thou Rockest!" sticker fade before thy very eyes. The reason Albert and Mary live outside the city is because every evening after school they have to travel into the woods and hunt 9 headed man-eating sheep bears for the creatures' wool-hair so that they could give the wool-hair to their mother who would knit rugs. Yes, their mother was the most renowned rug maker in the city. Although she wasn't in the city. She was in the semi-forest outside of the city. The point is, people came far and wide to buy rugs from the famous "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" After an especially prosperous winter of rug making, summer came around, and a blight spread among the rug bushes. The blight had short, stubby legs, so one would think that the blight wouldn't spread very far, right? Wrong. If I had given thou that "Thou Rockest!" sticker beforehand, I would be ripping it off thy tunic right now for thinking something so naive. It's ignorant people like thou who allowed for the spread of the blight. All it took was for a few strands of infected rug string to be installed in a flying carpet and the blight was quickly spread across the kingdom.

Day 1.

In the middle of wrestling a 9-headed man-eating sheep bear, Albert commented "I heard that there was a rug blight epidemic happening."

"It's probably no big deal," Mary responded

Day 36,500

Albert looked at the calendar pined to the wall with the rib-bone of a nine headed man-eating sheep bear. "Well, I did not expect this blight to last ten years," Albert commented.

"That's because it hasn't!" Mary exclaimed suddenly.

"What dost thou meanest?" Albert said, looking up from the calendar excitedly.

"Thou art forgetting about leap years."

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Faceplam.*

"We need to rescue our mother's rug business!" Mary exclaimed. "There must be a way! We must do it in memory of our dearest mother!"

Thou seest, Albert and Mary's mother still wasn't a forestborg, but now she wasn't a foresborg in the same way that their father wasn't a foresborg.

"We also need to rescue the rug business because we were irresponsible in our younger years and we are incapable of functioning in any career other than that of the rug business," Albert added. "This is likely due to psychological trauma we experienced from fighting nine heading man-eating sheep bears at the age of 5."

"I have an idea!" Mary exclaimed. She exclaimed pretty much anything she said. "As thou knowest, the handbag industry is flourishing this time of year!"

"Why yes it is," Albert acknowledged. Then his eyes went wide as the epiphany hit him "Why, I do believe I comprehend what thou art suggesting! Thou art suggesting that we buy plentiful and subsequently cheaply priced purses en masse, sew them together to form rugs, and then sell said rugs at drastically marked up prices!!!"

"What, no, I was going to suggest that we spend what little money we have buying a bunch of handbags to drown our sorrows in. But I guess that works too."

The two siblings got to work, and it wasn't long before "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" became successful, and Mary and Albert became millionaires.

Day 36,503

"Man, being a millionaire is great!" Mary exclaimed.

At that moment she and Albert were started by a forceful knock at the door of their cabin-hut-shack-I-don't-remember-what-it-was.

Mary got up from his chair, setting aside the purses that she was sewing into rugs, and opened the door.

A mysterious old man in a hood greeted her. In his left hand he dragged a wheelbarrow-cart hybrid full of strange oddities, and in his right hand he carried a wooden staff.

"Greetings," the old man greeted.

"Hello! I'm Mary from 'Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!' How can I help thee today?" Mary exclaimed.

"Thou must listen to me! I don't have much time!"

"Good, because the sooner Thou leavest with whatever wares thou art peddling in that ambiguously defined wheelbarrow-cart hybrid the sooner I can go back to making millions!"

"Thy status as a millionaire will mean nothing in the upcoming days! The sky will grow dark and the earth shall be torn asunder! was once like thee, kid. Young, impatient, overconfident. AND IGNORANT! My ignorance cost me everything. But there is still hope for thee! Perhaps thou can succeedest where I failedest. Listen carefully to everything I say and follow it exactly! First, change thy name. This is imperative. The name "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" is terrible. It lacks a catchy ring to it, and it has been outdated since the passing of thine mother. Second, thou must rebrand thy business. The younger generation believes that rugs are just for old people! Thou must prove them wrong! Buy the coolest, most hip purses on the market and sew ''them'' into rugs! The younger generation will love it! If thou followest mine advice, there is a chance, however so slim, that thou might surpass the menial acomplishment of "millionaire" and become....a legend! A '''''<u>MULTI</u>'''''-millionaire!" The old man's eyes bulged as he said this.

"Hmm..." Albert contemplated. "Perhaps thou art right. Thine wisdom hath opened up mine eyes."

Under the old man's guidance, Albert and Mary created Carpy the Carpet Carp, the brand mascot. They named their business to "Rug Radicals!" They changed the rug pricing from "$9" to "$9.99." They advertised the economically sustainable method in which they repurposed old purses to become rugs. They changed the pricing from "$9.99" to "$9.99 ...and your soul." They hired pirate ninja hybrids (pirateborgs? Ninjaborgs? Nirateborgs?) to eliminate the competing rug businesses. Then they were smashed by a herd of nine headed man-eating sheep bears who wanted revenge for being hunted all their lives for their legendary wool-hair.

As he lay smashing, Albert knew that he had one final change to make. One that could alter the course of the universe.

"We must name our creation..." Albert choked out.

"The name must be fitting of the rug's greatness!" Mary exclaimed, and then doubled over in pain because she was smashing and making loud exclamations hurt her ribs. "Never before has there been such a magnificent rug as ours, fashioned out of the carcasses of handbags!"

"I've got it," Albert whispered, coughing. "As the ultimate rug, one fashioned out of purses, we must call our creation...

...The Pursian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes! YESSSSS!!!!!!" Mary cackled! With her last breath, Mary snatched up a stick and scrawled the following in the dirt:

"Persian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Thou spelled "pursian" wrong." Albert said. Then he smashed.

And that's how the Persian Carpet was created.

Incidentally, Persian Cats came about about in basically the exact same manner.

The Most Exotic of Rugs

2017-01-12T04:46:01Z

76.232.200.172:

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Thou seest that this manuscript has the stamp of "The Totally True Tale Society." They are a respected association that is dedicated to uncovering the truth, so thou ''knowest ''that this manuscript must be accurate.*

Like a cyborg. Half human, half robot. Except not a cyborg. Instead of being half human and half robot, Mary was half city-dweller and half forest dweller. A forestborg. (Foreborg? Forg?) Mary's like, IDK, five years old? Also Albert was a forestborg. He was Mary's sister. We'll say he's also five. They lived in a medium-small hut-shackle-house just outside the city walls amidst a bunch of surrounding pine trees, but they didn't live past the official forest line. Forestborgs. Man, the word seems cooler with every time I say it. Albert and Mary's mother wasn't a forestborg, because she never went into town; instead, she made her two kids do all the menial labor that required traveling to town, because that's what kids are for. Their father wasn't a forestborg either. He never went to town, nor did he go to the forest, nor did he go anywhere at all. He just spent all day six feet under. Every day, Mary and Albert had to walk through the city gates to school. After walking through miles of semi-forest between their cabin and the city, navigating their way through the twisting city streets, and reaching the classrooms of the brightest scholarly minds in the kingdom, Albert and Mary would doodle on their papers and make paper airplanes. They used the same paper for both the doodling AND the paper airplanes, so the paper airplanes had little doodles on them! How cool is that? Now, thou art probably wondering "well, if they half to walk so far to get to the city to wast the time of the most intelligent scholarly minds in the kingdom, why don't they just live in the city instead of being forestborgs?" Good question. In fact, that's such a good question that if thou were actually in front of me I would give thou a "Thou Rockest!" sticker as a reward for asking such insightful and over analytic questions. But thou are not actually in front of me. Thou art reading this manuscript in some dusty library, watching thy hopes and dreams for a "Thou Rockest!" sticker fade before thy very eyes. The reason Albert and Mary live outside the city is because every evening after school they have to travel into the woods and hunt 9 headed man-eating sheep bears for the creatures' wool-hair so that they could give the wool-hair to their mother who would knit rugs. Yes, their mother was the most renowned rug maker in the city. Although she wasn't in the city. She was in the semi-forest outside of the city. The point is, people came far and wide to buy rugs from the famous "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" After an especially prosperous winter of rug making, summer came around, and a blight spread among the rug bushes. The blight had short, stubby legs, so one would think that the blight wouldn't spread very far, right? Wrong. If I had given thou that "Thou Rockest!" sticker beforehand, I would be ripping it off thy tunic right now for thinking something so naive. It's ignorant people like thou who allowed for the spread of the blight. All it took was for a few strands of infected rug string to be installed in a flying carpet and the blight was quickly spread across the kingdom.

Day 1.

In the middle of wrestling a 9-headed man-eating sheep bear, Albert commented "I heard that there was a rug blight epidemic happening."

"It's probably no big deal," Mary responded

Day 36,500

Albert looked at the calendar pined to the wall with the rib-bone of a nine headed man-eating sheep bear. "Well, I did not expect this blight to last ten years," Albert commented.

"That's because it hasn't!" Mary exclaimed suddenly.

"What dost thou meanest?" Albert said, looking up from the calendar excitedly.

"Thou art forgetting about leap years."

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Faceplam.*

"We need to rescue our mother's rug business!" Mary exclaimed. "There must be a way! We must do it in memory of our dearest mother!"

Thou seest, Albert and Mary's mother still wasn't a forestborg, but now she wasn't a foresborg in the same way that their father wasn't a foresborg.

"We also need to rescue the rug business because we were irresponsible in our younger years and we are incapable of functioning in any career other than that of the rug business," Albert added. "This is likely due to psychological trauma we experienced from fighting nine heading man-eating sheep bears at the age of 5."

"I have an idea!" Mary exclaimed. She exclaimed pretty much anything she said. "As thou knowest, the handbag industry is flourishing this time of year!"

"Why yes it is," Albert acknowledged. Then his eyes went wide as the epiphany hit him "Why, I do believe I comprehend what thou art suggesting! Thou art suggesting that we buy plentiful and subsequently cheaply priced purses en masse, sew them together to form rugs, and then sell said rugs at drastically marked up prices!!!"

"What, no, I was going to suggest that we spend what little money we have buying a bunch of handbags to drown our sorrows in. But I guess that works too."

The two siblings got to work, and it wasn't long before "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" became successful, and Mary and Albert became millionaires.

Day 36,503

"Man, being a millionaire is great!" Mary exclaimed.

At that moment she and Albert were started by a forceful knock at the door of their cabin-hut-shack-I-don't-remember-what-it-was.

Mary got up from his chair, setting aside the purses that she was sewing into rugs, and opened the door.

A mysterious old man in a hood greeted her. In his left hand he dragged a wheelbarrow-cart hybrid full of strange oddities, and in his right hand he carried a wooden staff.

"Greetings," the old man greeted.

"Hello! I'm Mary from 'Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!' How can I help thee today?" Mary exclaimed.

"Thou must listen to me! I don't have much time!"

"Good, because the sooner Thou leavest with whatever wares thou art peddling in that ambiguously defined wheelbarrow-cart hybrid the sooner I can go back to making millions!"

"Thy status as a millionaire will mean nothing in the upcoming days! The sky will grow dark and the earth shall be torn asunder! was once like thee, kid. Young, impatient, overconfident. AND IGNORANT! My ignorance cost me everything. But there is still hope for thee! Perhaps thou can succeedest where I failedest. Listen carefully to everything I say and follow it exactly! First, change thy name. This is imperative. The name "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" is terrible. It lacks a catchy ring to it, and it has been outdated since the passing of thine mother. Second, thou must rebrand thy business. The younger generation believes that rugs are just for old people! Thou must prove them wrong! Buy the coolest, most hip purses on the market and sew ''them'' into rugs! The younger generation will love it! If thou followest mine advice, there is a chance, however so slim, that thou might surpass the menial acomplishment of "millionaire" and become....a legend! A '''''<u>MULTI</u>'''''-millionaire!" The old man's eyes bulged as he said this.

"Hmm..." Albert contemplated. "Perhaps thou art right. Thine wisdom hath opened up mine eyes."

Under the old man's guidance, Albert and Mary created Carpy the Carpet Carp, the brand mascot. They named their business to "Rug Radicals!" They changed the rug pricing from "$9" to "$9.99." They advertised the economically sustainable method in which they repurposed old purses to become rugs. They changed the pricing from "$9.99" to "$9.99 ...and your soul." They hired pirate ninja hybrids (pirateborgs? Ninjaborgs? Nirateborgs?) to eliminate the competing rug businesses. Then they were smashed by a herd of nine headed man-eating sheep bears who wanted revenge for being hunted all their lives for their legendary wool-hair.

As he lay smashing, Albert knew that he had one final change to make. One that could alter the course of the universe.

"We must name our creation..." Albert choked out.

"The name must be fitting of the rug's greatness!" Mary exclaimed, and then doubled over in pain because she was smashing and making loud exclamations hurt her ribs. "Never before has there been such a magnificent rug as ours, fashioned out of the carcasses of handbags!"

"I've got it," Albert whispered, coughing. "As the ultimate rug, one fashioned out of purses, we must call our creation...

...The Pursian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes! YESSSSS!!!!!!" Mary cackled! With her last breath, Mary snatched up a stick and scrawled the following in the dirt:

"Persian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Thou spelled "pursian" wrong." Albert said. Then he smashed.

And that's how the Persian Carpet was created.

Incidentally, Persian Cats came about about in basically the exact same manner.

The Most Exotic of Rugs

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76.232.200.172:

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Thou seest that this manuscript has the stamp of "The Totally True Tale Society." They are a respected association that is dedicated to uncovering the truth, so thou ''knowest ''that this manuscript must be accurate.*

Like a cyborg. Half human, half robot. Except not a cyborg. Instead of being half human and half robot, Mary was half city-dweller and half forest dweller. A forestborg. (Foreborg? Forg?) Mary's like, IDK, five years old? Also Albert was a forestborg. He was Mary's sister. We'll say he's also five. They lived in a medium-small hut-shackle-house just outside the city walls amidst a bunch of surrounding pine trees, but they didn't live past the official forest line. Forestborgs. Man, the word seems cooler with every time I say it. Albert and Mary's mother wasn't a forestborg, because she never went into town; instead, she made her two kids do all the menial labor that required traveling to town, because that's what kids are for. Their father wasn't a forestborg either. He never went to town, nor did he go to the forest, nor did he go anywhere at all. He just spent all day six feet under. Every day, Mary and Albert had to walk through the city gates to school. After walking through the semi-forest between their cabin for miles, navigating their way through the twisting city streets, and reaching the classrooms of the brightest scholarly minds in the kingdom, Albert and Mary would doodle on their papers and make paper airplanes. They used the same paper for both the doodling AND the paper airplanes, so the paper airplanes had little doodles on them! How cool is that? Now, thou art probably wondering "well, if they half to walk so far to get to the city to wast the time of the most intelligent scholarly minds in the kingdom, why don't they just live in the city instead of being forestborgs?" Good question. In fact, that's such a good question that if thou were actually in front of me I would give thou a "Thou Rockest!" sticker as a reward for asking such insightful and over analytic questions. But thou are not actually in front of me. Thou art reading this manuscript in some dusty library, watching thy hopes and dreams for a "Thou Rockest!" sticker fade before thy very eyes. The reason Albert and Mary live outside the city is because every evening after school they have to travel into the woods and hunt 9 headed man-eating sheep bears for the creatures' wool-hair so that they could give the wool-hair to their mother who would knit rugs. Yes, their mother was the most renowned rug maker in the city. Although she wasn't in the city. She was in the semi-forest outside of the city. The point is, people came far and wide to buy rugs from the famous "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" After an especially prosperous winter of rug making, summer came around, and a blight spread among the rug bushes. The blight had short, stubby legs, so one would think that the blight wouldn't spread very far, right? Wrong. If I had given thou that "Thou Rockest!" sticker beforehand, I would be ripping it off thy tunic right now for thinking something so naive. It's ignorant people like thou who allowed for the spread of the blight. All it took was for a few strands of infected rug string to be installed in a flying carpet and the blight was quickly spread across the kingdom.

Day 1.

In the middle of wrestling a 9-headed man-eating sheep bear, Albert commented "I heard that there was a rug blight epidemic happening."

"It's probably no big deal," Mary responded

Day 36,500

Albert looked at the calendar pined to the wall with the rib-bone of a nine headed man-eating sheep bear. "Well, I did not expect this blight to last ten years," Albert commented.

"That's because it hasn't!" Mary exclaimed suddenly.

"What dost thou meanest?" Albert said, looking up from the calendar excitedly.

"Thou art forgetting about leap years."

<nowiki>*</nowiki>Faceplam.*

"We need to rescue our mother's rug business!" Mary exclaimed. "There must be a way! We must do it in memory of our dearest mother!"

Thou seest, Albert and Mary's mother still wasn't a forestborg, but now she wasn't a foresborg in the same way that their father wasn't a foresborg.

"We also need to rescue the rug business because we were irresponsible in our younger years and we are incapable of functioning in any career other than that of the rug business," Albert added. "This is likely due to psychological trauma we experienced from fighting nine heading man-eating sheep bears at the age of 5."

"I have an idea!" Mary exclaimed. She exclaimed pretty much anything she said. "As thou knowest, the handbag industry is flourishing this time of year!"

"Why yes it is," Albert acknowledged. Then his eyes went wide as the epiphany hit him "Why, I do believe I comprehend what thou art suggesting! Thou art suggesting that we buy plentiful and subsequently cheaply priced purses en masse, sew them together to form rugs, and then sell said rugs at drastically marked up prices!!!"

"What, no, I was going to suggest that we spend what little money we have buying a bunch of handbags to drown our sorrows in. But I guess that works too."

The two siblings got to work, and it wasn't long before "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" became successful, and Mary and Albert became millionaires.

Day 36,503

"Man, being a millionaire is great!" Mary exclaimed.

At that moment she and Albert were started by a forceful knock at the door of their cabin-hut-shack-I-don't-remember-what-it-was.

Mary got up from his chair, setting aside the purses that she was sewing into rugs, and opened the door.

A mysterious old man in a hood greeted her. In his left hand he dragged a wheelbarrow-cart hybrid full of strange oddities, and in his right hand he carried a wooden staff.

"Greetings," the old man greeted.

"Hello! I'm Mary from 'Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!' How can I help thee today?" Mary exclaimed.

"Thou must listen to me! I don't have much time!"

"Good, because the sooner Thou leavest with whatever wares thou art peddling in that ambiguously defined wheelbarrow-cart hybrid the sooner I can go back to making millions!"

"Thy status as a millionaire will mean nothing in the upcoming days! The sky will grow dark and the earth shall be torn asunder! was once like thee, kid. Young, impatient, overconfident. AND IGNORANT! My ignorance cost me everything. But there is still hope for thee! Perhaps thou can succeedest where I failedest. Listen carefully to everything I say and follow it exactly! First, change thy name. This is imperative. The name "Mary and Albert's Mom's Rug Business!" is terrible. It lacks a catchy ring to it, and it has been outdated since the passing of thine mother. Second, thou must rebrand thy business. The younger generation believes that rugs are just for old people! Thou must prove them wrong! Buy the coolest, most hip purses on the market and sew ''them'' into rugs! The younger generation will love it! If thou followest mine advice, there is a chance, however so slim, that thou might surpass the menial acomplishment of "millionaire" and become....a legend! A '''''<u>MULTI</u>'''''-millionaire!" The old man's eyes bulged as he said this.

"Hmm..." Albert contemplated. "Perhaps thou art right. Thine wisdom hath opened up mine eyes."

Under the old man's guidance, Albert and Mary created Carpy the Carpet Carp, the brand mascot. They named their business to "Rug Radicals!" They changed the rug pricing from "$9" to "$9.99." They advertised the economically sustainable method in which they repurposed old purses to become rugs. They changed the pricing from "$9.99" to "$9.99 ...and your soul." They hired pirate ninja hybrids (pirateborgs? Ninjaborgs? Nirateborgs?) to eliminate the competing rug businesses. Then they were smashed by a herd of nine headed man-eating sheep bears who wanted revenge for being hunted all their lives for their legendary wool-hair.

As he lay smashing, Albert knew that he had one final change to make. One that could alter the course of the universe.

"We must name our creation..." Albert choked out.

"The name must be fitting of the rug's greatness!" Mary exclaimed, and then doubled over in pain because she was smashing and making loud exclamations hurt her ribs. "Never before has there been such a magnificent rug as ours, fashioned out of the carcasses of handbags!"

"I've got it," Albert whispered, coughing. "As the ultimate rug, one fashioned out of purses, we must call our creation...

...The Pursian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes! YESSSSS!!!!!!" Mary cackled! With her last breath, Mary snatched up a stick and scrawled the following in the dirt:

"Persian Rug!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Thou spelled "pursian" wrong." Albert said. Then he smashed.

And that's how the Persian Carpet was created.

Incidentally, Persian Cats came about about in basically the exact same manner.