New world order

[Death's Shadow]

be it known that on this day the small and supple Duck hath been slain, though many mortal flesh wounds he did inflict with his gnarled bill, with much honor did he succumb. Be thee of good cheer for tonight we feast upon his shredded flesh.

[RedRock]

Uhhhhh, riiiiiiiight, Garp.
Good thing you didn't put that in Brit slang, or I wouldn't have understood it!

[Death's Shadow]

chronicled this day be it known that the mighty "M" fell in battle. Slain betwixt the beady serpent eyes by the hilt of fearsome shadow's weapon. Low he did twitch and writhe on the ground as his spirit struggled free of he dead husk that was his earthly body.

[Nutman]

I have risen from thee ashes of Hell to reap pain and suffering upon thee who have slayeth thy body. For those who did not fear me, then be frightened now for I shall puncture thee with my projectile of death. It shall tear at your flesh with searing agony and you will scream and beg of me to stop your suffering. If you are one of those souls who do not fear Nutman or death, then I shall be waiting for thee on the battle field know as THE PLAYGROUND.

[Death's Shadow]

a soul converted Nutman Is.. Master hath turned his heart to evil. Lesser of the sufferings he chose. To be an instrument of suffering in masters name releases his soul from the fiery Pitts of hell. Be thee warned. For now he knows the true nature of suffering and wishes not to return to master empty handed to receive greater punishment.

[Nutman]

I may be a converted soul, but I will not be a minion to the one we do not speak of. He too shall fall victim to thy ravaging revenge if his figure does find itself in my crosshairs. If thee does not like thy decision to extinguish YOUR leaders soul, then may I suggest a confrontation on the battlefield. Then we may discuss this like mature souls with weapons.

[Death's Shadow]

he who shall not be named is resposible for his own mortality or demise and able to do battle with the likes of you. He who you shall now call master (Lucifer)(devil) demands of you to do his evil bidding and collect soiled and corrupted souls least they be turned to the light. To his minions thou doset belong. Of the evil shadow realm you belong for eternity.

[Garp {eng}]

The Redrock came before his host,
Which ever was a gentle knight,
Upon the Garp loud did he cry,
"I will hold that I have hight;

"For thou hast brente in Playground,
And done me great envỳ;
For this trespàss thou hast me done
The one of us shall die."

The Garp answered him again,
With great words up on hee,
And said, "I have twenty against thy one,
Behold, and thou mayst see."

With that the Redrock was grievèd sore,
For sooth as I you say;
He lighted down upon his foot,
And shot his horse clean away

[Garp {eng}]

"The Deaths Shadow is come out of the west,
With him a noble company;
All they lodge at your father's this night,
And the battle fain would they see."

For Jesu's love," said Sir shoots a lot,
"That died for you and me,
Wend to my lord, my father, again,
And say thou saw me not with ee;

"My troth is plight to yon Scottish knight,
It needs me not to layne,
That I should bide him upon this bent,
And I have his troth again;

"And if that I wend off this ground,
For sooth unfoughten away,
He would me call but a coward knight,
In his Lamron land another day.

"Yet had I lever to be rynde and rent,
By M that mykel may,
Than ever my manhood should be reproved
With a Scot another day.

[popeye]

your penned words are very amusing gartheth. i laughed & ln merryment, i went all a quiver..then my head fell offeth and floated down the river.

[Volfy!]

And then Volfy throws thy knife into the firey pits of hell, so that he mayith release the soul of thy powerful commander known only as M, so that thy commander may takith vengance upon thy former friendly Lamronian Death's Shadow.

[Death's Shadow]

Good Scribe Garp speaks the words of wisdom, penned true and bold.
For the Lord thy God shall save thine soul from mine grasp should you asketh.
I desire the soiled and sinning souls, for the pure hath no place in my masters court.

Lo I say unto thee with not evil would thee know the blessings of good.
Be thee warned to follow the straight and most narrow path, least ye soul belong to me.

I say unto young squire Volfy, be thee most careful summoning the dark and feted snake from the Pitts of hell. For he knows no bounds in his mission. Thine heart he would gladly pierce with glee should you cross his path, with no regard to your mission.

[Nutman]

Your words tingle thy funny bone.... damn it I got nuthin else left to say. LOL

[RedRock]

LOL, anyone speak Klingon? We could curse and threaten and posture in Klingon. It couldn't be much worse than archaic English!

[popeye]

nemo-morthalium-omnibos-oris,sappit!