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woohoo! another sociopath... Thanks, Z, I was thinking i was the only one.... must be a dream thing... rev...

Wyvern: Regarding "the life aquatics" I am a huge HUGE fan of Wes Anderson, and truthfully, I thought "Life Aquatics" is his weakest film to date. In otherwords, I hated it. Why? I believe he tried too hard. Relaying on special effects and gimicks instead of developing strong supporting charactors which are the hallmark of all his other films. Pretty much there IS no substitute for good writing. Watch his other movies and you'll see, what I mean. I think it boils down to Wes and Owen Wilson(co-writer and actor) thinking they owned Bill Murray a larger role after his almost invisble role in 'Tennebalms.' That said, if you liked it, then I highly recommend seeing the two other films you mentioned "The Royal Tenenbaums" and "Rushmore." "Tenenbaums" IS my favorite movie, and Rushmore is simply awesome. There's also a fourth movie out there somewhere that predate all his other films (Bottle Rocket) never seen it, but I believe a fair amount of the same actors in it appear throughout his other movies... Much like Kevin Smith and PT Anderson, Wes loves to reuse actors... Like Bill Murray, Owen Wilson, and Luke Wilson are his equilants to Ben Affleck, Jason Lee, and Jason Mewes and Silent Bob... my thoughts, rev...

hmm, well that explains a lot I guess... rev...

Happy birthday... Yea! :wizzie:

yeah nice combination of suspence and humor... I swear, i thinking vampire or pedaphile for sure... rev...

rah... congrats... and good luck. rev...

As Crytomancer finished, Revery relaxed in his chair. He sipped casuallly on the hot Chai, enjoying the nutmeg and soy combination... aah, warm toxic bliss... The runemage has got some talent, he thought... and Loki too, but he had to admit a lot of it went over his head. Biology was never his favorate subject...but hey, it takes all kinds... Things were going well and pretty much on course, so he decided to sit back and let things just run there course for a bit. Then he noticed Fountain, way, way WAY back in a far corner sitting next to two individuals... Is that Nyyrak he thought? "hmm, maybe?" Well, he couldn't tell from this distance who the other fellow was either, but... Well, it didn't matter. He scribbled a note on a cocktail napkin and had it sent over to Fountain's Table by means of a minor teleportation spell: *** Fountain, was pegged in the back of the head by Revery's balled up Napkin... (okay so it wasn't a teleporation spell) The boy immediately turned to see who had throw it at him, slightly peeved. Then he noticed Revery at the front table motioning for him to pick up and open the napkin that was just thrown at him: Dear, Fountain, Get back to Work, your's Rev... Fountain, sighed making appoligies to Nyyrak, then excused himself and went off looking for Mynx to see if there was anything she might need. *** Once Fountain started moving again, Revery got up and walked over to Zariah's Table... "What's got ya looking so down, Zar...we're a hit, things are progessing nicely, fountain thinks the worlds against him, and wyvern's still out cold...? ...

"those who can't teach, administrate..." Kudo's for tapping into those who seek to inspire us in life... rev...

i was thinking snowman at first in a Newspaper In a Big Expansive Sunday Color Comic Story Arch Frames... Calvin and Hobbs style... Then abdominable fiercer looking snowmen with guns blazing, throwing grenades with teeth bared "GRRRRR"...wearing sleezeless urban gear jackets, armed to the teeth...in said comic... With faded Blues on newsprint standing out for some reason, like in their clothing... Caps and Scraves and what not. but then you said marshmellows...and I went with Big P's pillsbury doughboy... But the Giant one "the State Puff Marshmellow Man" from the 1st Ghost buster's movie... fighting many copies of himself... Rah! rev...

hey drum that's deep... I don't quite get it all, but that's okay... kind of a mixture of unrequited love, admiring from a far, and the one's that have tried before... you should have slammed this... rev...

Revery scanned the crowd looking for a likely judge. Some of the crowd shifted in their seats under the glaze...hmm, no takers...well i guess I shouldn't be suprised; consulations and guarantees aside, I did just take out the last judge...this could be a problem... Then, Revery caught the eye of someone he didn't notice before, and she seemed to be trying to get his attention. Sitting along side the now perpetually preoccupied, though still polite Ancient, was an elegantly dressed young woman, who seemed to have a genuine countenance about her. "Hey, Rev... You need a judge? I heard it all, and I'd be honored to fill in..." Revery matched voice to memory, and recalled her as Sweetcherrie, a page of the Pen... Though young and still fairly new to the pen, she was still highly regarded. A talented tale-spinner, with some unique and amusing charactor creations... "Sweetcheerie, you're a lifesaver, I'd be delighted to have you on as a judge." *** The Slam Poets shifted back and forth waiting...still waiting for what seemed like for forever. Finally Revery came back from the judges table: "Ladies and Gentleman, The judges have made their decision. May I present to you the three finalists:" Mira, Loki Wyrd, and Cryptomancer "Let's give a hand to all the Slam Poets for Particapating, the next and final round will begin after a brief intermission." *** Round 2 is now Open. Loki, Mira, and Cryptomancer, you may post at will

~Brief Description~ Commander Quest a.k.a. S.M. Quest or just Quest for short. Full Name: Smurf Quest Code name: Clumsy Smurf (don't ask) The second and current Steward of the Dreamlost Relm. The old and greying man originally was charge with rehabilitating the realm in the wake of the disasterous reign of his predecessor, Castle. Sometime after the kingdoms recovery he was heralded for his heroics in Blitz Realm while leading the Armies of the dreamlost in a 6 month long campaign against another Dreamlord during Blitz Tourney War... As then and as now, Revery_tdc will occasionally return and send Quest on well quests. The last major one had him travel to an alternate dimension where he commanded the Dreamlost Armada in Space. While there he also encountered another agent of the Relm named Trace Dreamlost working covertly for Revery. Trace did not return with him, and to Quest's knowledge he still hasn't. Revery has chosen to keep his own counsel regarding Trace Dreamlost, so not much is known of him other than Quest's brief report. When not occupied with the upkeep of the Realm, Quest also tutor's Fountain in the ways of the dreamlost, but for the most park he delegates that duty down to Decoy a.k.a The Mighty Lawn Dart.

With the Slam now briberly free Revery relaxed, then said, "Ladies and Gentlemans, I apologise for the inconvenious, and if you would please be patience a few more moments the Slam will continue..." "Suspect judging practices had jeopardized the honor and intergity of Slam, and I needed to take action to remedy them," he continued. "Well, it seems we are in need of a new judge...Is there anyone in the audience willing to Judge the Competition? I promise that no harm will come to you, but please try to keep your scores honest..." With that Revery returned to his Table, and whispered to Zariah, "Sorry 'bout all that...hopefullying we can get things back on track now..."

Revery raised a finger as Wyvern began reading off his scores. Too late. Wyvern ignored the Dreamlost’s cautioned ply and began rattling off his peculiar system of totals. The M.C. gave a half smile and approached the Elder, and said “You can’t be serious; you’re joking right?” Wyvern now clutching the bribery firmly and said, “Nope: no bribes, no winner…” The Dreamlost’s appearance wavered slightly, and continued, “So let me get this straight, you see this…” Revery motioned to the hall and surrounding quest, “…as just another game to gain more geld…” Wyvern nodded, rapping his claws on the bin… “I see.” The Dreamlost said. Inwardly revery’s mind raged with fury, I cannot believe he based his entire system of judging on bribes; it’s outrageous. The Dreamlost tried to maintain his outward composure as considered his options. While, the Almost Draconic Elder continued to sneer at the Slam Poets. *** Fountain continued his observations with Nyyark at a safe distance “Is it just me or did Revery just get older for a second,” Nyyark said from his corner. Fountain replied, “Oh, that’s probably not good either, He is an Illusionist after all, though a retired one…Pretty old too, but you’d never know it by looking at him.” “So that split second was the illusion lapsing?” Nyyark said. “Yep, and I’m glad we’re back here, I haven’t see the Master slip like that since he came back from the Blitz Realm,” he said. “And what happened then?” Nyyrak inquired. “Oh, he killed Castle.” Fountain replied. “What?!” the crowboy said. Fountain spread his arms wide, “Well he forgot to pay army, and feed the peasants. It was utter anarchy, the people were rioting, the hordes were invading, and It’d been good a 10 years since Castle did anything other than contemplate his surroundings…oh but, don’t worry we put him back together again…uh, eventually” *** Deep in the Dreamlost Realm, Commander Quest and Decoy a.k.a. The Mighty Lawn Dart considered the commotion that had befalling Castle Dreamlost. The Mightly Lawn Dart approached Quest who looked clearly concerned. “What’s going Commander; Castle’s issuing the strangest orders: He’s put the Border Guard on Full Alert, Withdrawn the Peasants to the inner keep, Drained the treasury in order to issue the Army outrageously huge Bonuses, and he’s setting up soup kitchens every 2 miles within 100 mile radius of the outer wall…it’s almost as if he’s expects a war…” Quest replied flatly, “It appears, something has upset the Master, and therefore has upset his Castle.” *** Peredhil still deeply engrossed in his search for inspiration, had inadvertently sparked his bodyguard into a high state of stress and heightened awareness. Nuncio regarded Gundo; “We better do something about this.” Gundo replied, “Yeah, the boss wouldn’t want his friends fighting inside the Pen.” Nuncio, “Keep watching the boss, I’ll handle this.” Totally unaware of it, Revery’s dark blue aura shimmered ominously around him…and the room seemed to cool a few degrees. Revery, turned to Zariah, “Tell the staff to prepare, I’m about to do something.” Zaraih shivered and gripped nervously at her dress, “What? Tell them what…What are you going to do?” However, Revery did not hear her, as turned his attention back to the Erratic Judge. Far from being the most powerful entity in the room, Revery knew he probably should not do this, but…he didn’t care. At this point, he noticed one of the Peredhil’s BodyGuards moving about in the background… Nuncio he believed; Revery turned back to the Elder, but somehow found Nuncio instead…The bodyguard had managed sidle up next to him. “Ixnay on the dernay eatingbay,” he whispered, then was gone as quick as he came. Revery took the message to be from the Ancient, himself and reason started to enter back into his mind... After a long pause, he abandoned his intial plan, and as reason returned so did the normal temperature of the hall. Revery sighed, “Well, if you refuse to judge fairly, then you leave me no choice.” He closed the distance between the Elder and himself and was immediately engulfed in the cavalcade of dwarves. Revery glanced around at them and their wyvernic master, and said simply, “Sleep.” Immediately, the dwarves in attendance and the Elder crumpled to the floor. Zariah still a little nervous approach Revery, “They’re not going to stay like that are they?” Revery smiled, “No, they’ll wake up in a day or two…well unless someone throws a bucket of ice water on them, but they’ll have one the worst hangovers imaginable.” The Dreamlost, stood over the resting bodies and spoke another spell, “Ice” With, that several small clouds entered the hall, and formed quickly into what could best be described as Ice Elementals in miniature. They were icy humanoid creations with alternating colorings of white and blue… Clad only in Frosty Armor, whose crest bore the emblazoned Insignia of the Dreamlost: A Castle on a Bank of Clouds with a lone Sunbeam Illuminating it. The Platoon of Ice Soldiers then delicately hefted each dwarf by two’s to bed’s that had miraculously appeared in one of the far corners of the room. After the little elders were secured, the Soldiers returned to Wyvern, for it took all of them to heft his enormous weight. A few of them even started to crack under the strain. Snug under gold and silver covers in a very comfy looking bed, Wyvern snored away…loudly. A small bit drool even appeared as his claws twitched and he muttered something about Geld and nekkid Signe. (*Props to Big P. his idea)

Fountain had been in the process of busing tables in the back, so Mynx could had more time to serve drinks and what not...It was a good crowd, he thought, but things were so busy he could barely keep up... Then suddenly he stopped. Wyvern had called for everyone attention's and had then proceded to announce his scores... "That's funny," Fountain said out loud to no one in particular, "I thought Master Revery was supposed to do that..." Then Fountain, watched in shocked silence as Wyvern finished his speech: "Looksss like a tie in my book." Wyvern sneers and points a claw at the slam poets. "Mighty Judge Wyvmettic declares a rating of 1 for all!" Fountain gasped, "A draw? You can't have draw in a Slam...It's unheard of...and in the first round?" Stunned Foutain glanced over at Revery to see what he was going to do. Revery look composed as ever, but Fountain percieved a slight alteration in his Master's appearance. "Oh no," Fountain said aloud again..."He's mad, real mad..." From a dark corner, a whisper came out of seemingly nowhere, "psst...how can you tell?" Fountain startled by the Corner suddenly speaking to him fumbled, "...what, who said that... huh?" The hushed voice called back, "The M.C....Rev... How can you tell, he's mad...it's Nyyrak by the way, I'm hiding out back here." "Oh," Fountain said recovering, "It's very slight, but if you look closely enough, you can see he's Glowing..." And sure enough Revery aura's started to appear... Only at the edges, at first, but it started to fill in: dark ocean blue, swirling in and out as if in a tidal motion constantly reversing itself...

lovely, reminds me of an mixture between a lullaby and lovesong... think it would easily translate to music. nice ending too. rev...

ditto on the soldier part... eh, there's always room for shakesperian riffs here and there.. rev...

**lights a candle** Not much, but hope it helps warm some of that frozen solitude of yours... Other, than a few minor typo's around the middle towards the end.... i say, this was done well. In other words, I thought the questions rang true... Cool, now go find so warmth, before you freeze to death... rev...

we have that one in the army too... "poke 'em in the eye, with your poking stick" stuff like that... I've also heard it: "Way up North where it's nice and cold" "you can't find those mines of gold" "So they make their living" "Killing the Baby Seal" rev...

"See Bob run." translates too: "It sees Bob, the end to execute itself. adding the asian languages: "The passages of the commentary of the continuous screw roll it in how much." Wow. rev...

Watching As Fountain strolled off, Revery readied himself. It's time, he thought. And with that he closed the Open Mike ledger and walked over to the Stage. Scanning the crowd of familar faces, Revery beamed with pride... This really is a lot of fun, I can't believe I waited this long to do this, he thought. Focusing now, he began: Good Evening. Friends, Guests, and Pennites Great and Small... I am Revery the dreamlost, and let me be the first to welcome you all to first Mighty Pen Open Poetry Slam Competition. First off let's give a hand for all the wonderful and brave Open Mike Poets out there. Applause errupted throughout the room, and serveral of the younger Open Mike poets visibly blushed from the attention. As the applause died away, Revery began again: Also, please be sure to thank your Hostress and fellow staff in the most appropriate of way. Come on people, don't be stingy, they have educations to pay for.... Okay, now we are moving into the main Event: The Poetry Slam. Pennite's you are in for a Treat. We have five fine Slam Poets competing this Evening. This means we be having two rounds of competition. One Poem shall be read for every round of competition. In turn each poem shall be scored by a superb panel of judges... Please note that only three Poets will advance to the Second and Final Round of Competition. The winner of theCompetition shall recieve a special prize from our featured guest, none other than the ethereal and wise Cyril Darkcloud. May I present to the judges: Here seated before you is the ever-versatile Elder of Iniates, a Patron Saint and SPB (Shiny Pen Bard) who also happens to be the Founder of the Almost Dragonic Brand Enterprises, the Pen's very own Wyvern... To his left we have the engimatic, passionate, nocturnal, and up and coming future elder in training (he just doesn't know it yet ), Vlad the Imploder... Vlad with be accepting donations of black magick puppies all night at the bar... And last, but certainly not least, we have the clever, constructive, and ever supportive Mistress of Shadows from the Story Weaver's Guild...Our Lovely Troubadour, Ayshela... As the applause died away... Revery paused to introduce the Slam Poets: Will the Slam Poets please rise when called: From the Articulate Artisans of Alliteration: The recently frocked Co-Guild Leader and simply marvelous poet and wordsmith: Mira Not to be out done, the incredibly adept and deceptively simple: Loki Wyrd, The Unknown Poet. Hopefully, the title shall prove false in the illumination of time. Next up we have Gabriel the Archangel of Heaven. Gabriel is accompanied by the fiercely mysterious briefcase-wielding: Horace... Horace's briefcase has also been featured in the theatrical engagement "Pulp Fiction" and is also available for Weddings and Barmistvas... We are also honored to have with us a Modern Day Minstrel with a Urbane Flair for straight up self expression... The Mighty Mighty Freestyle Page Poet: Drummondo Last and by no means least, we have The Raven, the Keeper of Carla's tongue...Who may yet to be truely named, but still florishes as an up and coming Poet with fire in his eyes...I give you the Runemage: Cryptomancer Come on people give them all a hand... Once the applause died down, Revery continued: The Slam Competition will be begin after a brief intermission... Please take this time to refresh yourselves... Also immediately following the Competition we will be have a very special guest performing. Please stay and you will not be disapointed. Believe me you do not want to miss this performance. Thank you. And with that the dreamlost seated himself and waited for the competition to commence...

Revery watched intently as Zariah performed. Tuning into his discerning eye, he pondered his friend's performance..."She's not that bad is she, Fountain?" Fountain seated to his left perked up, "Bad? That was great improv...much better than mine" Revery smiled pushing aside the slight, "Eh, you did fine...just stop procrastinating and you'll find your life less stressful...not that you have too much to stress over..." At that point Revery noticed a, a slightly disleveled Mynx working her way towards them... "Order me a chai when she makes her way over here Fountain, I'm going to make the next annoucement," he said. Then thinking it over, "On second thought, go throw on an apron and find Zariah...I think Mynx could used some help out there." Fountain let loose a long suffering sigh that belied his youthful appearance. He seemed ready to respond, then thinking better of it, nodded slightly and went off to meet with Zariah and Mynx...

Fun... Original English Text: Can you pass me the sport page? after 10 translations: Here they are probably I to the zone of the movement?

eh, I liked it... The only thing, I took issue was is that it moved a little fast... Bam... This guy's dead and Zip-A-Zap this guy's dead... That and certain jedi master seemed to get some super improved skills with a light saber out of nowhere... X: I saw the Clone Wars Cartoon and Greivous got his lungs crushed by Master Wiendo in the last episode... So that probably explains why his skills weren't up to snuff... Also with the exception of the Whale Scene: Hitch Hiker was just plain not funny. Once again the book/radio was soooo much better... Actually it's the funniest book i've ever read... Despite all that, Zooey Deschanel makes the movie worth it. love that name. rev...

Fountain frantically hurried his way through the halls towards the carbaret room, scolding himself for waiting 'till the absolute last minute... Peering around the door, he gasped aloud at scene. The crowd was more than he had expected. Suppressing a gulp of anxiety, he made his way in as unobrusive as possilble, trying not to draw attention away from Ayshela who was just finishing... He completing failed though... Ayshela's poem so mark him with it's strong sentiments, that he missed a step, stumpled and perceded to banged his shin loudly into the Judges Table... Wincing in some from the pain he gave a apoligetic smile towards the Wyvern and Vlad, then tried to make himself look small. Eyes Cast down, he finished making his way, avoiding the look revery gave him and hurriedly signed the book. Davie Poplar Eternally Inspired By the exuberance of perpetual youth The old poplar tree persists. Though hollow now, and filled with questionable stone An Icon, his roots run deep… Standing tall, leaves full and majestic The Old Patriarch still blooms green Though supported with helping hands… The Poplar often wavered, but never fell. Though lightening blast and foundations shake Whether from God or the prideful spite of Man, He resolved to stand. In the persistent, land which bore him… ...