Achaean News
Pots 9
Written by: Stoic Sociologist Ximili Ximilus, the Vile
Date: Saturday, April 19th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
In light of recent stupidity, I've decided to release what is the last
of Pots since, to be honest, Pots has been dead since day one. No one
knew it though, because I'd rather cut a neck in half than take the time
to be truthful. Merciful. Murder. Rape. Burn. Play with bunnies.
"Xorani babies taste good with mustard and salt." - Lajon
"After reading Dorknights crappy posting i shuddered and for a brief
moment actually considered joining shallam in an effort to deny the fact
I had ever been in the same guild with a raging idiot such as he.. then
I realized I dont like shallam." - Khalid
Bruce told me, "Anyway, you sound like a weird sucker..not that I should
talk. Good luck."
"Then yah can work in homosexuality, and incest, not to mention the
freaky fact that Fitz is havin a baby somehow." - Ogrebushi
"Fitz is preganant?" - Blaise
"So now I can't go Mojushai, they made Khaless a secretary." - Anonymous
Lord Stee Demosti, Sartanic Knight said, "Only the deepest worthless
trash would act like you Entreri." Entreri replied, "Then it looks like
I'm standing in the right city." - Entreri, apparently while standing in
Mhaldor.
Dirgath's fading Summerlight Arynia, Lost in the Void rattled: Aye,tell
him the striders suck. - Entreri
Brinn said, "At least your basilica didn't blow up." - Estach
"I'll kill him and sodomize him for free." - Ishtar
Khalid told me, "Im sure you could get those two to watch paint peel." -
Talking about Ishtar and Fitz
"So the bear starts chewing on her head!" - Ishtar
A tentative male voice shouted, "Some newbie out there is freaking out
and confused and having siezures."
That's all there is. The only people employed to work on Pots got high
and walked off recently. Really high. I mean they must of smoked an
entire harvest's worth of cactus weed because they were trying to fly
underwater.
I'd also like some facepaint and a clown wig and a hatchet, the
possibilities are endless.
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Glacian, in the year 332 AF.
Pots 9
Written by: Stoic Sociologist Ximili Ximilus, the Vile
Date: Saturday, April 19th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
In light of recent stupidity, I've decided to release what is the last
of Pots since, to be honest, Pots has been dead since day one. No one
knew it though, because I'd rather cut a neck in half than take the time
to be truthful. Merciful. Murder. Rape. Burn. Play with bunnies.
"Xorani babies taste good with mustard and salt." - Lajon
"After reading Dorknights crappy posting i shuddered and for a brief
moment actually considered joining shallam in an effort to deny the fact
I had ever been in the same guild with a raging idiot such as he.. then
I realized I dont like shallam." - Khalid
Bruce told me, "Anyway, you sound like a weird sucker..not that I should
talk. Good luck."
"Then yah can work in homosexuality, and incest, not to mention the
freaky fact that Fitz is havin a baby somehow." - Ogrebushi
"Fitz is preganant?" - Blaise
"So now I can't go Mojushai, they made Khaless a secretary." - Anonymous
Lord Stee Demosti, Sartanic Knight said, "Only the deepest worthless
trash would act like you Entreri." Entreri replied, "Then it looks like
I'm standing in the right city." - Entreri, apparently while standing in
Mhaldor.
Dirgath's fading Summerlight Arynia, Lost in the Void rattled: Aye,tell
him the striders suck. - Entreri
Brinn said, "At least your basilica didn't blow up." - Estach
"I'll kill him and sodomize him for free." - Ishtar
Khalid told me, "Im sure you could get those two to watch paint peel." -
Talking about Ishtar and Fitz
"So the bear starts chewing on her head!" - Ishtar
A tentative male voice shouted, "Some newbie out there is freaking out
and confused and having siezures."
That's all there is. The only people employed to work on Pots got high
and walked off recently. Really high. I mean they must of smoked an
entire harvest's worth of cactus weed because they were trying to fly
underwater.
I'd also like some facepaint and a clown wig and a hatchet, the
possibilities are endless.
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Glacian, in the year 332 AF.
