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Christmas Game 08

Postby Maedhros » Mon Dec 01, 2008 2:19 pm

Do any of you remember THIS? I remember I thought it was pretty fun and since it's December now I figured I might try again and see if anyone picks it up.. So:

Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of
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Postby Rubberchickenknight » Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:20 pm

a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.
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Re: Christmas Game 08

Postby RichardAM » Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:25 pm


Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.


He had never seen anything so bizzarre, the moonlight reflecting of their rainbow-coloured garments; baby blue, bright red, purple of all colours. In their arms they each carried...
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Postby Rubberchickenknight » Mon Dec 01, 2008 4:30 pm

a chicken drumstick, which they were carrying away as tributes from the Black Falcons, defeated in a war the previous year. Unfortunately, by the time they would reach their land, the drumsticks would be
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Postby footsteps » Mon Dec 01, 2008 5:14 pm

Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.

He had never seen anything so bizzarre, the moonlight reflecting of their rainbow-coloured garments; baby blue, bright red, purple of all colours. In their arms they each carried a chicken drumstick, which they were carrying away as tributes from the Black Falcons, defeated in a war the previous year. Unfortunately, by the time they would reach their land, the drumsticks would be
toast. And not the kind that is fresh from the toaster, dripping with butter, and soothing to the palate. Rather, they would be the hard, cold, crumbly kind inexplicably popular with residents of the distant British Isles.

Undaunted by the uselessness of their bounty, these knights...
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Postby Remyth » Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:13 pm

sang and merry tune and marched along lightly, until...
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Postby Voran_the_Scholar » Mon Dec 01, 2008 10:13 pm

Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.

He had never seen anything so bizzarre, the moonlight reflecting of their rainbow-coloured garments; baby blue, bright red, purple of all colours. In their arms they each carried a chicken drumstick, which they were carrying away as tributes from the Black Falcons, defeated in a war the previous year. Unfortunately, by the time they would reach their land, the drumsticks would bet oast. And not the kind that is fresh from the toaster, dripping with butter, and soothing to the palate. Rather, they would be the hard, cold, crumbly kind inexplicably popular with residents of the distant British Isles.

Undaunted by the uselessness of their bounty, these knights sang a merry tune and marched along lightly, until...


...Sir Methuselah the Tipsy stumbled onto the road ahead. On his back, Sir Methuselah the Tipsy carried a...
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Postby CastleLord » Mon Dec 01, 2008 11:00 pm

Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.

He had never seen anything so bizzarre, the moonlight reflecting of their rainbow-coloured garments; baby blue, bright red, purple of all colours. In their arms they each carried a chicken drumstick, which they were carrying away as tributes from the Black Falcons, defeated in a war the previous year. Unfortunately, by the time they would reach their land, the drumsticks would bet oast. And not the kind that is fresh from the toaster, dripping with butter, and soothing to the palate. Rather, they would be the hard, cold, crumbly kind inexplicably popular with residents of the distant British Isles.

Undaunted by the uselessness of their bounty, these knights sang a merry tune and marched along lightly, until...

...Sir Methuselah the Tipsy stumbled onto the road ahead. On his back, Sir Methuselah the Tipsy carried a...

Backpack full of gems he stole from the Forestmen,but then suddenly...
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Postby Brik Masta » Tue Dec 02, 2008 1:22 pm

the KKII knights noticed Sir Anthony and Sir Methuselah staring at them. So they...
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Postby RichardAM » Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:52 pm

Limping along the road to the realm of the Black Falcons, brave Sir Anthony was all of a sudden struck speechless by fear upon the sight of a contingent of KKII knights trundling up the road in their brightly hued armour.

He had never seen anything so bizzarre, the moonlight reflecting of their rainbow-coloured garments; baby blue, bright red, purple of all colours. In their arms they each carried a chicken drumstick, which they were carrying away as tributes from the Black Falcons, defeated in a war the previous year. Unfortunately, by the time they would reach their land, the drumsticks would be toast. And not the kind that is fresh from the toaster, dripping with butter, and soothing to the palate. Rather, they would be the hard, cold, crumbly kind inexplicably popular with residents of the distant British Isles.

Undaunted by the uselessness of their bounty, these knights sang a merry tune and marched along lightly, until Sir Methuselah the Tipsy stumbled onto the road ahead. On his back, Sir Methuselah the Tipsy carried a backpack full of gems he stole from the Forestmen,but then suddenly the KKII knights noticed Sir Anthony and Sir Methuselah staring at them. So they...


fled with terror. If one thing was evident from their juniourised armour it was that these guys weren't fully equipped for battle. Stuck between Anthony and Methuselah, they jumped off the road and into the depths of the marsh nearby. Sir Anthony watched...
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Postby Rubberchickenknight » Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:57 pm

engaged in a bawdy song about female troll shamans. Sirs Anthony and Methuselah were very
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Postby jokkna » Tue Dec 02, 2008 5:07 pm

Happy seeing their friend sir Doesn'tlikemegablocksalot walking toward them carrying...
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Postby Rubberchickenknight » Tue Dec 02, 2008 8:48 pm

a dreary suit of grey armour, that scared the rainbow knights away, and a
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Postby Remyth » Tue Dec 02, 2008 9:04 pm

Rubberchickenknight wrote:a dreary suit of grey armour, that scared the rainbow knights away, and a


Dreary brown bow, which scared the birds away. Then something moved in the undergrowth. It was a...
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Postby Lewa Rocks » Tue Dec 02, 2008 9:53 pm

Big pink cat with a sword on it's back. It's tail.....
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