The Portrait of Zool

A crowd of people approach the keep in the trail of Judicator. Singing, dancing and juggling, dressed in every wild color and pattern, they are led by a short portly boy in a jester's suit banging a drum and a tall skinny man in a bear skin playing a piccolo. Judicator hears them approach behind him. As he turns to look he is overtaken, then swept along in their orbit. Soon he too is twirling and skipping, singing their joyous chant as they move from door to door of the keep. After a short while they come to wide open door out of which spills a low fog and a throbbing rythm. They enter, and judicator finds he is in a party of some sort, though the mood seems immediately somber at first. The fog momentarily thickens. When Judicator can see again, he cannot find the rest of the merry band who led him here, though he can hear their fading echo disapearing from an uncertain direction. Then, he hears them no more. A waitress comes by with drinks, offering him an amazing selection. OOC: Welcome Jud. Join the fun!

Odd things immediately began to manifest around the room. First, the "half-decent" stereo shuddered with an electric blue glow, coughed, then began pumping out deep rythmic music broadcasting cleanly around the room. The lights darkened. One by one, small colored party light strings hung from the ceilling winked on. A thick fog began to cover the floor from somewhere over by the stereo. Dark shadows flit through doors and around corners at the edges of your vision. Is somether there, lurking in the darker recesses of the room? You're not sure, for every time you turn to look nothing is there. You nervously try to enjoy the party. "...!" Mr Bunny had been casually strolling across the room, highball in hand, when he was suddenly swallowed by the dense fog on the floor, as though jerked to the ground by an unseen force. Everyone in the room gasps, then runs over to help Mr. Bunny up, but he is nowhere to be seen. All that is left is a slowly closing splash in the fog. From somewhere a distant evil laugh echoes... "MuaHahahahahahahaha!" ~Zool~

"'THE' design flaw..." M'Lady does me credit. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Passionate - in a very warm way. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Don't let him get too close to the Wyvern... Unless he has suddenly taken up a low-fur diet. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Nope. Coolness always rises... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

"Of course vampires suck... WooHoo!!" Zool jumps excitedly then starts handing out facemasks and hockey sticks. " Now it's getting interesting!" ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

I think his vampire is from the world of imagination... And while it may not fit exactly with any of the other definitions, perhaps there is enough imagination left over amoungst us to find room for his very well articulated (in his world) creation. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

"NT" means "No Text", shorthand for intentionally leaving something blank. Yah, it is a very sad display. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

(Conversion Confusion, this is actually the third post in this thread) That almost makes me.... cry. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Key to us accepting judgement from another is our implicit trust in that others opinion. We unquestioningly accept the other's opinion's as rational while we desperately seek to be seen and heard by the other. But this isn't always so. Sometimes, their actions and reasonings are completely irrational. Sometimes, they are in fact unable to see or hear us because of their expectations. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know. Edited by: Zool47 at: 3/14/02 8:59:24 am

Hmm... Oompa Loompas? ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

34. His weaknesses are all fallible. "Ack-ack! Pered - don't forget your blood pressure!" Zool is chased off by Peredhil, who is shaking his fist in a polite rage... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

I'm just EXALTING in the gush of harmony there... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Beautiful cheese cake... and HAM SANDWICHES, Mmmmm!. *Zool looks at Gwaihir* "Too much harmony? LOL, whatever made you think that was possible?" ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Let's face it, it would be a nonexistant list of what is not cool about Peredhil, and I want participation here! I'll start off. 1. He is polite. (That's a given) 2. He is unfailingly polite. 3. He is even polite when he is (metaphorically) ripping out your guts. 4. He always has a kind word. 5. He even has a use for pigs. 6. He doesn't blush or sneer when the words "growth" and "love" are used in the same sentence - heck, he'll even use them in the same sentence! 7. He'll even hug you if you haven't showered in a week. 8. He is my friend. 9. His word mastery pegs the needle of the Abil-o-meter in the "Formidable" region. 10. He is a Master Weight-lifter of life! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

THAT was beautiful! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Ah, beauty, is it not really the mana of the universe? Does it not resonate from a true turned phrase? Does it not flow from the voices of these halls with a ready ease and impeccable aim? Isn't it's creation our greatest accomplishment, and it's complete lack our sorryest failure? Ah, beauty. That is the voice of God. That is the morality and the law. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

"The stationary thing?" Zool's painted eyes roll up to the ceilling, appearing to ponder something before looking back down at the scene before him. "You didn't get the stationary thing?" Zool looks left and right nervously, a painted hand absently scratching his painted head. "Ha-ha-ha. Of course I got the stationary thing... I,err... of course." Zool's head cocks to one side as he resumes his thoughtful expression, brows furrowed, tongue slightly protruding. It's hard to tell through the swirls of chromozool paint, but just the faintest whisps of oil smoke can be seen puffing from his ears... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

That's a great poem! Don't let the bastards drag you down. Not that that has anything to do with anything... ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

*Scene fades in to show a young man in cahinmaill and a leather breach holding a microphone. in the background is an imposing castle.* "Flash! This is Skip Quiklee reporting from the front of the Mighty Pen Keep. This reporter recieved an anonymous tip just moments ago that the often thick but rarely ever seen once current founder but always Ancient 'Zool' will pass by here to answer to the Roll-call that has drawn characters from all across the omniverses. My sources say he will be here any second." *Skip moves to the side as the camera pans slightly to center on the great gates of the Mighty Pen Keep.* The seconds tick by. *Some minutes later...* Skip holds his hand up in front of the camera blotting out all the light except for pinkish smudges around the corners. "Aah forget it $%!#@&!*..." The screen goes black. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

A very compassionate and truthful sonnet. Good work. ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

LOL - this cracked me up! "Of course, I'm not addicted!" *Zool watches the black mini wave pattern in his cup caused by his shaking...* ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Nicely done! ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

(conversion confusion, this is actually the second post) Great poem Pered, but I'd like to know before I comment, is that the real title? ~Zool~ Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword. Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards. Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.