Written by | Posted November 13, 2014 – 12:30 pm A Girl and her Dog

The morning of the all hands summon to the Blasted Lands, Aely went for a walk. The late fall air was clear and cool, and leaves crunched under their feet in the less-traveled parts of the streets. She and Roger took the long way around Old Town, south through Tanner Circle and down Bulwarks, across […]

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A different kind of Heroic?
comment Comments Off Written by on October 25, 2008 – 10:31 am

Because you never know what’ll happen in an OOC channel full of roleplayers all struggling to deal with a scourge invasion…

**for the title reference, please see this wiki article on Heroic Couplets

headlesshorseman

Reynoldo (to the headless horseman):

Shut the Feck up, you self righteous twit!
I’m sick of hearing your stupid fire shit!

Reynoldo (as the headless horseman):

Stop it right now you worthless undead!
You’re far less important than ol’ Pumpkin head!

Delion (as the headless horseman):

Shambling corpses all crying for brains
This week is turning into a real pain
How can I threaten and frighten Goldshire
When nobody sees that the inn is on fire!

Reynoldo (as a zombie)

Sorry HH, it’s time to retire
Munching on brains is more fun than your fires!

Reynoldo (as the headless horseman)

How dare people call me a talentless hack!
I’m king of the pumkins… oh no wait, that’s Jack.

Andrick (as the headless horseman)

Before flames are extinguished and I must retire
I’d like a /g-invite to <Catgirl Vampires>

Delion (as the headless horseman)

What’s this, you heathens, rhyming is MY gig!
That’s it, I’ve had it – I’m off to the ‘Pig
I’ll show all you folk with my mightiest poem…
Oh wait – ACK!  chatspam!  it’s Aedis Brom!

And of course, it was all downhill from there…

Delion (to someone complaining about Ogri’la rep)

Dragons are cooler than Ogres, I’m afraid
If you fail at their quests, you will still get paid
Albeit it looks like you’re working for orcs
But when in Rome, well… <shrugs>  Work Work!

Andrick (attempting to keep up with Delion, our resident poncy (male) night elf priest)

Twas I all along, Yes Delion – Tailor!
I sew like a woman and sing like a sailor.
Twas always my dream to spread holiday passion
Instead I’ve resigned to sew horrible fashions.

Denne (throwing in his two cents to the roast)

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I got solo’d by Tarquin
And he only pressed [2].

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