*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[bluesub]

Introducing.... The Queen's Royal Poults... note the heavily fortressed, uh, nursery...

 

[EmtheFishLady]

And Spook says women can't be trusted...he was off having a tumble while I was bedridden. Tsk Tsk

 

[Spookwriter]

But Em...I'm not a woman. You can trust ME.

I'm sorry you read about me and Blue. We wanted to
delete those threads but Sour wouldn't let us as he was
counting that 12,000 mark. I really think he wold have made
the last hundred posts all by himself if he had to.

But me and Blue...it didn't mean a thing, Em. It was just a
quick tumble on a cold rainy night.

You're still the only Queen in the Spooks world.

 

[onedoodle3]

But Em...I'm not a woman. You can trust ME.

I'm sorry you read about me and Blue. We wanted to
delete those threads but Sour wouldn't let us as he was
counting that 12,000 mark. I really think he wold have made
the last hundred posts all by himself if he had to.

But me and Blue...it didn't mean a thing, Em. It was just a
quick tumble on a cold rainy night.

You're still the only Queen in the Spooks world.

Um...Em? Your Highness?

I believe Spook doth protest too much. Maybe the threat of a moat dunk would make him come "clean" with the facts?

onedoodle3---not a minion yet...maybe soon?

 

[bluesub]

But me and Blue...it didn't mean a thing, Em. It was just a
quick tumble on a cold rainy night.

 

[Orpingtons4U]

I actually wrote the whole play myself. ^-^; And I got to perform it.

--

Phantom: You would never understand, Suealin. It would make no sense to you.

Suealin: It would make more sense than you think. What happened to you? Why must you walk unseen upon these streets, trudging along like you do?

Phantom: ... It was long ago, Suealin. It was a time of darkness, a hissing, spitting darkness. Many were slaughtered for the mere fun of the kill. Buried 6 feet under by teary eyed, angered, and now misery-ridden women and children. Something snapped in the hearts of many. Something... once kindness, once comfort, once love. Rage boiled up and up from all people that it seemed like with every breath you took in, you could smell it. It was the need for revenge, to avenge those many casualties. And then summer came. That horrible, horrible, dry, wretched summer. That's when it all begun. The wars. I can clearly remember the cannon fires, the screams of men and the tears of wives and children. That summer brought terrible, corrupt things. Those not in war were clearly warned: Don't go south. Go too far south, you will find yourself a victim of southern hospitality. Or be sure you're not seen.
But those stubborn, stupid people traveled south anyways... And got themselves killed. In... in many, er... creative ways, let's just put it that way. I'm not entirely sure why all this happened, or how it started. It just happened that every day, new people were destroyed, their lives taken by a people of misrepresentation. I'm not sure why mankind turned this way: Savage, unmerciful, a thirst for the kill, and corrupt. Very corrupt. These streets, once clean and blood-less are now a road of annihilation leading to much worse, much more vulgar things... But Suealin... I can vaguely remember purity, a light guiding all of us. What happened to those days? Where has that earth gone?
I can remember, Suealin, how I died. Fire, was it? Yes, it was fire. Fire. A blaze, an untameable enemy with a contemptible heat, able to take down anything in its way. Nothing, no one can tame fire. It licks away at everything, biting at the ones running. The one I was killed by later took his own life. I, now bound by chains, am forced to drag this pain upon me every day. Everyone bears terrible burdens now-a-days, and when another burden is added, there is another link to the chain. And at death, there is a metal box that weighs more than a thousand bricks. As a spirit, if you cannot find rest, these chains are furled to your wrist, and you drag them on and on. Suealin, Find a way to avoid the south. I do not care how you do it, I don't care what it takes. Just avoid the south. Terrible things are coming again. And much, much worse this time.

--

I tripped up in the middle part, but yeah. I wrote le monologue.

Thats good

 

[Orpingtons4U]

Hi My Queen

nice to see you again

 

[Orpingtons4U]

shoot you left

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I think Doodle is right. Spook, perhaps you DO need a moat dunk. I'm not sure your flitting about tabling with the Royalty is acceptable behavior for a...whatever your Royal title is.

 

[bluesub]

onedoodle3---not a minion yet...maybe soon?

Well, you already met the first requirement, you're female... all the male wanna-be minions have NOT worked out.