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Fan Area => The Hydlaa Plaza => Topic started by: bloodedIrishman on August 17, 2010, 10:30:35 am
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A man with flowing midnight-black hair and rock-hard abs revealed by a parted white silk shirt enters a moonlight-lit space beneath the stars. His suave leather boots crunch softly in the sandy ground inside of the Arena. All above and around, gawkers and watchers stare at him in silence; the women gazing at him with adoring eyes and the men with envy burning deep inside them. The blood-stained sands of the Arena lie in stark contrast with the man's sexy and soothing physical presence. He stops in the middle of the space, and clears his throat after he farts a little. Then, he speaks, in a basso, luxuriously smoooooooth voice.
"For long years, Xillix, Queen of Fools, hath professed his powerful abiliity with the art of poetry. He preaches that he is a true master of the written lyric. But I, bloodedIrishman, refute his claims by my right to challenge him in open poetic-combat. For his incessant boasting has pricked me more annoying than the bothersome gnat. Now you know the cause for this challenge, for which you all gathered here, today, to spectate. I await Xillix Queen of Fools to enter the Arena and face me. Should he not, let it be known I am the true Master of Poetry."
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For his incessant boasting has pricked me more annoying than the bothersome gnat.
This doesn't make sense. You say the bothersome gnat - the is a definite article signalling a singular defined entity, in this case XilliX. So in essence you're saying, "XilliX's incessant boasting has picked me more annoying than how annoying XilliX is"?
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Maybe "the bothersome gnat" is a reference to a character of a parable, or to a member of the very annoying gnat swarms?
Anyway, don't spoil the fun. Let them tear each other to shreds!
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*Caraick grabs some popcorn and watches earnestly*
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For his incessant boasting has pricked me more annoying than the bothersome gnat.
This doesn't make sense. You say the bothersome gnat - the is a definite article signalling a singular defined entity, in this case XilliX. So in essence you're saying, "XilliX's incessant boasting has picked me more annoying than how annoying XilliX is"?
"than the bothersome gnat" is referring to the creature in general. I'm not naming Xillix twice.
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He's saying it should be "a bothersome gnat" but he's just nitpicking.
This guy's got nothing on you, want me to diss him?
I'll go get my soul chicks.
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I just don't see how you can beat XilliX in a linguistic challenge without knowing the difference between a definite and indefinite article.
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Where is XilliX?
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I just don't see how you can beat XilliX in a linguistic challenge without knowing the difference between a definite and indefinite article.
The sentence makes sense rainbrain. And its not a linguistic challenge.
Where is XilliX?
I believe he doesn't care enough. Which means I win. \\o//
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I just don't see how you can beat XilliX in a linguistic challenge without knowing the difference between a definite and indefinite article.
Poetry is not all about linguistics. It's mostly lyricism which is unrestrained by nature.
Seeing you're not the master of the English language yourself, and that Xillix sometimes misses comas, we should let them fight between themselves and hush with the irrelevant remarks.
I believe he doesn't care enough. Which means I win. \\o//
Not so fast. Xillix might have a life. We should wait some more!
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*sighs*
I guess this battle is over.
*turns his back and leaves.*
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:(
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Irishman loses by default.
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Nah, I'd end up beating both of them anyway.
So I'm the winner.
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After waiting many hours, the sexy challenger in the Arena claims victory. The crowd cheers and proclaims him the true Master of Poetry.
"Years of practice have culminated to this point - where I, bloodedIrishman, am triumphant over Xillix Queen of Fools. Let word spread of my greatness, for it shall never remain in past tense. To my cowardly foe and naysayers: Suck it."
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You didn't win, not until you wait for 2 months or so, when XilliX sees this and bumps the hell out of it. OMG yur gunna get ganked, o wise yet impatient one.
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Shrug
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I demand replies from both of you in the Forum Poets thread.
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I demand replies from both of you in the Forum Poets thread.
I second the motion!
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@Irishman: Patience oh impatient one. ;)
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A glorious victory for Chieftain
had Xillix cluckin' like a chick-en
His rhymes ancient and creakin' like the bones of a dinosaur
the Queen's lyrics as dreary as the daily Seattle downpour
When he spits his rhymes he leaves our ears festerin' like an open sore
I mean no harm, and I dont mean to diss
But my eloquent words strike hard and fast like a snake's bite after the hiss
No offense Xillix my mate
But I just pwned your ass like jailbait
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Constant blabber,
consistent palaver.
Can't even gather
enough patience
for battle to commence
got killed by suspense.
Just wait
for your prey to take the bait.
Alright mate?
:P
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Need I send your lover, Rinenud the Chuckler, to quell your sharp-tongued quipping Illysia?
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You know he would just stand and watch. ;)
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Let's avoid Rinenud,
His style's too crude
And his words so dreary
They make me weary.
Also evade the Queen,
Too high is that chin
From above which
Only boring words leak.
Plus know he's not an elder,
His crawling I still remember
And the smell of his diapers
Still lingers on my nightmares.
And Illysia, dear
Don't go too near
Of that dirty irish man,
He still smells of the can
Where he lived before
He came ashore.
And that assures
He still ignores
Something called hygiene,
And that's never a lonely sin.
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Poor Irishman
off he ran
to the man
he thought could save
or would have me behave.
He had to be brave
or else wait
to announce the fate
of how he's great.
He ran out of rhyme
he tries to buy time
to make it to the finish line.
Cause Xil ain't here
to answer the jeer
and make clear.
Who's the best,
so let rest
this one sided test.
;)
And Sangwa makes
a point that takes
the proverbial cake.
But sangwa dear
it's not very clear
the rhymes you use here.
Maybe an accent
is what prevents
me from hearing the rhymes meant.
*giggles and runs away*
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I think what isn't clear
Is what makes you hear
This accent I deftly use
And you vilely peruse
With too stoic an eye.
You should not lie
To this respectful ancient,
Good thing I'm patient
And thankful that the food
You offered me was good.
But anyway,
Let us not delay
Our dutiful stay.
Since I've deprived
Both of their prize
I think it should be sent
To my trophy apartment.
I doubt any of them
Is half the gentleman
Required to defeat me
So, let us let this be.
EDIT: Missed a "be" there. :P
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Now wait a minute,
my good "gent"!
who said, the trophy
to you should be sent?
I dare say
I have paid,
enough dues
to take it away.
You silly men,
thought you could win
the contest
you've just been in.
The prize is mine
so don't my waste time
send me the trophy
or get in line.
Behind me
because all can agree
that this time
the winner is me.
I give you this,
I would be remiss
to not say
your rhyme wasn't amiss.
(this time ;D )
But now old fart
it's time to part
the simple rhymes
from works of art.
Age before beauteh...
Not this day!
so scooch to the side
and make some way.
;)
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I'm staying out of this one. Too young for this.
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When your hearts pulse no beat, when your chests give no heat, and Divine Justice are ye about to meet: I shall dance on your grave, Illysia ye devil. Sangwa ye knave. You cursed mockers, beneath me are ye. On your dying day I'll dance with joyous glee.
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Move over boy,
go find a toy.
Our concentration
You're 'bout to destroy.
This clash of titans
scares and frightens
most challengers
and the bar heightens.
So sit to the side,
and your time bide.
Just hold on a minute
or we will chide
You to be quiet
so you can keep silent.
lest you suffer
like the one whom I bent
Over my knee
until his plea
came to my ears
"Please, Mercy..."
But you'll get a pass
My bedtime is past
the old man is done...
To the pillow fast!
8)
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Devilish youngster,
You speak to me of rhyme?
Your poem's a monster,
While mine is a chime.
You lack the organization
To keep your dues noted,
You're just vain expectation
Waiting to be blurted.
You're still years behind
Despite your talk of art,
You do have half the mind,
But none of the heart.
So says your disrespect
For the language you pain,
With your mildly circumspect
Unfocused disdain.
The same applies to you,
Irish depraved fruit,
Your part of that crew
That shapes words to suit.
And while both you youths
Try to wish your words real,
Mine reveal the truths
That our readers feel.
EDIT: Added an "s" there. Good night.
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You're verse is so flowery,
but can't overpower me.
Has your father yet haggled
To give up your dowry? ;)
But I'm sure that some man
your verse will demand
After down in the kitchen
you heat up the pan. ;D
You say you are organized,
but of wit you despise.
You got down the rhyme,
but you'll still miss the prize.
You're rhyme is a chime?
Please, don't waste my time.
You've got long words
but not charm... keep in mind.
What years do I need
when I can exceed
people's expectations
and can you succeed?
Old man just admit it
You just need to quit it.
Just go and say
that the dust... you've "bit it"
I am the queen and this my domain
It's really quite plain.
Bow down and give up.
I have unbroken reign.
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Before the contest come the jesters to entertain the crowd.
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sarras is here!
have no fear!
she has a brush!
and you it will crush!
sarras raises it into the air,
and brings it down upon your hair!
smiting the wildest tangles,
with brush enchanted by angels.
sarras make you dead!
she owns the thread!
aslkdf;lksdfj;lkdf
wopiercm.xmdf
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Plain is your orientation:
You ignore where you are.
You write of your domination
But it couldn't be more far.
You try pretty hard,
That is certainly true.
But it sounds like a fart
Compared to what I do.
My virility can't be defied,
Unlike your weak intellect.
Even you have sighed
After I proved my tact.
You rhyme three out of four,
With your puny attempts
I keep this perfect score
That even God tempts.
If you resemble any Queens,
It's with the ideas you steal
I'd sue you out of dreams,
If law wasn't a big ordeal.
Sarras, take Illysia's hand
And lead her out of my face.
You've all to understand
That I rule this tiny place.
And now that my hair
Is prepared with splendour
I'll deal with the affair
Of being the Emperor.
I've conquered Ireland
Out of all its poetic brawn,
So run before my hand
Slaps your grin into a frown.
EDIT: Fixed some minor details, for freshness' sake.
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Tha Timnah regards BloodedIrishman's crotch, "I am unable to; there is nothing."
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Before the contest come the jesters to entertain the crowd.
How do you know that many of these people are not XilliX?
How are we to know you are not XilliX, BloodedIrishman?
I would not be shocked,
if this were true.
To you the only challenge,
is you against you.
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I am not a second-rate poet. Therefore I am not Xillix, Illysia, Sangwa or Sarras Volcae.
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It's ok to be third rate Irishman. ;)
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Second rate?
You take the bait.
I caught a peculiar fish,
you, the vainglorious filter-feeder.
alone in your world of poetry,
are still susceptible to harpoons.
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Illysia when Rinenud gets back he'll quell your quibbling for sure.
Geoni, I revel in my vanity and arrogance. They are qualities of my spirit. ;D
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Wishful thinking won't save you Irishman. ;D
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I didnt know Illysia could ryme
but i dont have the time
to hear your chime
I vote illysia as winner >.>
sarras's was crude, and sangwas words were to big, so those ones bored me
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Illysia you are the top Jester, as decided by the only fan who cares. Encore, encore.
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It's easy to perceive
Why you believe
Illysia has won,
You seem her son
With your lack of sense
And the ridiculous pretence
You, Earowo, call a poem.
I am only this solemn
Because I can afford.
And if you get bored
Blame it on the head
And the eyes that read
The beauty that I wrote
With my style, so devote.
Irish has given up,
Geoni's giving in
Illy's rhymes are shut;
It seems I win.
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Giving in I'm not,
I only watch poetry rot.
Just when you think it's dead,
new thoughts cloud within my incredible head.
All of you escape to the
safety of rhyme.
Some of it is true,
some of it is slant.
Poetry like this
makes me want to say,
"these keyboard tappers
lack eloquence and heart".
You all think you win,
but where is your prize?
If it is nothing but pride,
there arrives your demise.
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You had the opportunity
To flee unscathed,
But your vain futility
Will get you raided.
The rot's in your brain,
As tell those letters
You wrote in a lame
Style that festers.
That head's truly sick,
If you believe you rhyme:
I see mediocrity leak
From every single line.
Your thoughts truly cloud
Your poor judgement.
Laughable that you're proud
With that lyric excrement.
My prize is the demise
Of people like you:
Ugly, weak, unwise
And dumber than a shoe.
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Oh Sangwa, I'll put this simply:
your insults lack proof.
People, read this thread avidly,
you'll see who's the goof.
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Those that procure
Who might be right
Just have to endure
Your lyrical blight.
And after a puke
They'll certainly agree
That I am the Duke
That rules over here.
And there is no King,
Or Queen to be dragged
Into this ring
That I have grabbed.
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You are all fouls
I am the one who rulles
My Power is in my words
Death and Boringness I bring
Clever or not everyone knows
I am the Dark Lord
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Woe is me,
The server is down, I see...
I'm left to reading this thread
Geoni's poems make me wish I was dead
Now that I've sufficently embarassed myself
I think I'll stick my computer back on the shelf
*Caraick bows and retires from poetry forever*
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You brought this circus
Of dirty wannabes.
Now doom is upon us,
As we sink to our knees.
Geoni, you marauder
Now art is not the matter,
And he who screams louder
Now thinks he is better.
I wish you to burn,
For such terrible sin.
My back I should turn
To this chaotic scene.
But a ruler persists
Even in the darkest hour,
So my heart resists
While you all cower.
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Reading your poems,
they make no sense.
I'll give you this chance,
to kiss my ass in repentance.
My mystical words,
will never die.
These immortal stanzas,
cause angels to cry.
brb
I'm going to float away,
I've got things to do,
before I finish the day.
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Geoni, my fellow,
You're still too young.
Your style is shallow
And reeks of dung.
That's why those flies
Came swarming in,
Attracted by the lies
On which you lean.
You make no sense
Of the poems you're reading
Because you're too tense
To let them sink in.
Your stanzas are immoral,
Your words are mischief:
You want me to get oral
With your anal sieve?
That perforated behind
Doesn't deserve to exist,
Much less will it find
My wise lips to kiss.
So be on your way
And take your chance.
I'll end my day
With this victory dance.
*dances*
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You want me to get oral
With your anal sieve?
/report /REPORT! /REPORT!
:o
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OMG SEXUAL HARASSMENT! :o that's not sportsmanly!
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And I will report you
for what you have done
cuz thus are the nastiest
lyrics I've heard and
getting you banned is
what you deserve
and if you want ****
or those kind of things
visit a porn site they haveit alot
But I will suggest you to listen to this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnmcDJhKvFw
the most epic thing to see on youtube
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Hey, he's the one
Who asked for that kiss.
The words I've sung
Are clean and exist.
What should be reported
Is your lack of reason
And you should get deported
Until the next season.
This shows your desperation,
Your unfitness to compete.
Go call that moderation,
They'll agree that I'm neat.
EDIT:
That soundtrack
Is boring as hell.
Please take it back
Before I yell.
Final Fantasy series
Have better songs
Check this one here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5TMnpb8ZSM&feature=related),
Doesn't take long.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyYJLkaa8Tg&feature=related
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Thanks, that rocked.
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This topic is a testament to the inspiring effect I have on people.
I frighten namby-pamby pantie-wearing girly-girls like Xillix and cause human expression to flourish.
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Hehe BloodedIrishman, you're really just asking for it, aren't you? :P
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Bold as brass and smart like an ass. At least that's what my ex called me. ???
I'll agree with the first part, but 'smart like an ass'? I thoroughly understand the implications of what I say. ;D
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I never really thought of donkeys being very smart. Stubborn sure, but not smart. Unless they are trying to make us think they aren't very smart and are manipulating things from behind the scenes.
Those sneaky donkeys. Gotta watch their every move.
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Those sneaky donkeys. Gotta watch their every move.
Yeah, especially those Irish donkeys. ;D
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly1al4K3u2M holding a knife
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Donkeys are smart. Most people who work with them consider them much smarter than horses.
Larger brain capacity is evidenced by the fact that donkeys require bridles with a larger browband than that needed for a comparable size of horse or pony. Donkeys are reported to have developed an intelligence superior to that of the horses, but its instincts give rise of different behavior, in certain circumstances, which many misconstrue as stubbornness. For example, it is not the nature of the donkey to run in panic when frightened as the horse instinctively does. Under the same conditions donkeys are more likely to stop, stand still and study the situation carefully to determine the best course of action.
http://www1.agric.gov.ab.ca/$department/deptdocs.nsf/all/agdex598
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This topic is a testament to the inspiring effect I have on people.
I frighten namby-pamby pantie-wearing girly-girls like Xillix and cause human expression to flourish.
Hehe BloodedIrishman, you're really just asking for it, aren't you? :P
Naaa, i doubt he'd get in any real trouble, since he would get xillix mad, but i doubt he even bothers to come onto the forum at all, and talad is still mad at xillix as far as i know, so there no real trouble for irishman's immaturity
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You got it.
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Nah, Xillix's just afraid. I saw him around somewhere on the forum. I bet it was my hotness.
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No it was probably the fact that if he stepped onto this thread I would reap my revenge for the windows user joke he huwt mah feelingz wit.
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*chokes everyone around using the Force*
I find the lack of haikus in this thread… disturbing.
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Maybe we should just stick them both in the arena with a megaphone and let them duke it out poet-gladiator style...