Ozymandias

Come onnnn...Go for it! Oh yeah, and it's a good poem! Very smooth combination of the traditional and the, well, teen romance comedy. ;>) Well done! I know if a girl gave me that she'd have my UNdivided attention. Probably not my ability to speak English, no, but certainly my attention.

"Now the halftime air was sweet perfume while the sargeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh-h but we never got the chance Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died" -Don McClean, 'American Pie' I love those lines, and that song. One of my very best friends was in band all through high school and her attitude about it was very Rasash-Geldich-meets-Don-McClean. Thanks for conjuring happy memories (even though I never got "banded" personally).

I like it. Reminds me very much of Terry Pratchett's Discworld, where The Lady is the one deity you're sure to catch the worst of if you actually worship her. :>)

As I lay upon the floor there crept a writhing, blackened spoor I knew not what it wanted as it moved along the door It oozed and squirmed and made a hiss a gun right now I began to miss but it was the fever, nothing more But I couldn't be so sure... It undulated up the wall spreading out into the hall I wished fervently for the holy man or shotgun of horror movies of yore I tried to sit up, delicately and a noise like a frying pan being broken on the shore echoed through my skull so I lay back down upon the floor I lay there, still all of my veins throbbing convulsing with hot fire as the pain began to soar I swore I saw a penguin as my vision clouded into blissful darkness and cursed softly, "Next time, I'll take the damned Tylenol I can always buy the more."

"My imagination makes the weird... I like that line very much. Simple, yet very evocative," a somber voice intones. Looking around curiously, the four soon see its owner materialize from head to toe, standing inside the gate, directly in Vincent's path. Nyyark, Crow and Rydia automatically recognize Ozymandias (Rydia noticing the spot of blue robe suddenly reflecting in her ring). Stepping forward, Ozymandias stares intently at the new Initiate as he stops a pace away. Leathery face breaking into a gentle smile, the former king of Egypt takes Silver's hand in a strong, if crooked grip. "Welcome to The Pen is Mightier than the Sword." (OOC: If roleplaying's not desirable, don't sweat it. There just happen to be many diehard gamers in the ranks who do it almost out of habit. If you don't, we won't give you a hard time. Well, a sincere hard time. ;>) )

A hand passes in front of globalconfusion's face, as if wiping something from it. As it passes away, there is an imposingly-carriaged old man looking on in naked fascination. "Please, do go on," he urges, while gesturing globalconfusion to one of Wyvern's empty office chairs. He then takes one himself.

Apparently, you haven't played Pirates: The Legend of Black Cat yet. I mean, giant crabs? I liked The Mysterious Island, true, but really...

Timothy coughs. "As you wish, Lord." Bloody glad-handing politicos. Small wonder they're the ones who're assassinated easily. He continues to eye Myth, and now Y'tren warily, with some small hope they found it unsettling. His gaze had that effect more often than he liked.

Timothy gives Myth an exhausted yet openly calculating look. "Well, in the open there's always the chance for snipers or some kind of mechanical snare. Indoors, you could have fellows hidden in secret places or in plain sight. But indoors still makes me feel better. Indoors, and public. Yes, staying right here will suit me fine." As he said those final words, they slipped with a slight growl. Myth paid some closer attention to him then, but dismissed the human for the moment. While those eyes were odd, and he seemed to be watching her carefully as well, the journey was clearly already wearing on him.

Ozymandias runs past, after a giggling Morgane who is spilling his precious coffee all over herself. He stops quickly, pokes Orlan in the eye, and takes off again.

"Seriously man, we gotta grab father time by the beard" Great line. And "P.I.A. Agent"? I love it!!! Wyvmettic's got the plan and Dope is the Man.

Judge: Final tally: Lord Seth Exodus- 93 points Gwaihir- 2 points Nyyark- 240 grams of sugar Bhurin- A headache Lord Seth has taken the championship!

You are incredible. Absolutely nothing short of incredible. Having never met you, I can still say that- because this is your writing, and I feel like I can't begin to guess what the person behind such beautiful work is like. Bravo, thank you, and please stay with us as long as you can. :>)

Oh my stars and garters... Well written butchery, to say the least. {:>)

Ozymandias stopped in midstride, shoulders drooping. "I don't know, Seth. They took my dogs." His robe twinkled silently, and a breeze started to blow. "I don't know, but they're a spiteful lot, whoever they are." He stood there, looking both angry and sad, staring ahead at nothing. Seth looked for words but found only, "I'm sorry." Straightening himself up with more confidence than he was perhaps feeling (he wasn't totally sure), he clasped Ozymandias' shoulder firmly. "We'll get the bastard. There's no way he can escape. Not with our resources." The other man stood a little taller himself, and with a nod said, "You're right. This is no time to fold." He set off at a brisk pace again, waving Seth forward. "This way. I saw several others heading for the pond earlier. I think we can still catch them." As they walked, Ozymandias' robe slowly lit from black to its' accustomed shade of blue. Meanwhile, Jakob sprinted doggedly onward, feeling a tugging toward the Cabaret. His senses were cooperating more and more often now. He only neglected down and up once, and ran through only one wall before remembering physics. He heard alarm klaxons wailing across the closing distance, and part of him wondered at it. Other parts, however, started wailing along with them. "Aoohga! Aoogha! Aoogha! Aoogha!", he shouted in spite of himself. Blissfully unknowing visitors looked up in alarm at the running man who was armed with a metal bar and yelling in a chorus of voices. Elsewhere, Tzimfemme looked down at the fallen object. It was a playing card. A Joker. Across its front, in badly smeared ink was written only this- HA. In the Tavern of the Quill, chaos tightened its grip.

"DON'T WANNA!", shrilled a child's voice. One the assembled three recognized immediately. Followed by total silence. Long seconds ticked by, until finally Nuncio let go the breath he had been unaware he was holding. Then, from the mirror came...laughter. Full-throated and utterly alien to all ears. "HehehehehehaHaHaHAHAHAA... Naughty, naughty, little ones. Mustn't peek in on daddy's business. NOW OFF TO BED WITH YOU!" And the mirror spoke no more. Celes tried to reactivate it with a desperate will, but it would not respond.

I know his personal story, and have nothing but admiration for him. Unfortunately, I have only seen the movie (which is terrific), not read the comics.

As Lady Celes' mirror's magic waned, a fading voice could be heard- "Now then, my darling kiddie and plump kitty, let's play a little game, shall we?" It was male, cajoling, singsong, and laced with quiet menace. An answering, "Don't wanna..." slipped out before the last syllable dissolved to nothing. Minutes earlier, Tzimfemme came to a staircase and sat down with a thud. So lost in thought was she, that she took Lobotomy into her hand and began tossing it into the air. Two things happened then: One, her sharp eyes spotted a small rectangular object flutter down to the stair next to her when she threw her flail. Second, two halves of a moment later she received a very abrupt and violent message from the flame- FEAR.

You know, I've actually seen cartoons like that...

*LOL* Man, it's getting late...

a flamingo hides he does not blend in well hiding in green lawn a net connection my hawaiian shirt and food this life is so good

Two dancers move to a song about them. I like it.

I guess you have to have a certain taste for works such as Tim Burton's or Jhonen Vasquez's. "I'm gonna sing the doom song! Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom..." -G.I.R.

21. He never gives up. Even when he's good and ready. 22. He's a Tolkien fan. 23. He named his online persona after Elrond half-elven. 24. He is one of, if not THE kindest, most outgoing, generous, upbeat people I remember meeting in the past twenty-two years. 25. Point twenty-four being said, he will take you apart piece by bloody piece (politely) if you cross him in AM. 26. He designed a wonderfully nifty RPG whose technical aspect is still shrouded in mystery to this day.

I've said it before, I'll say it again: You have a wonderfully visual style. Even your metaphors are almost clear pictures in my head. I'm very glad to have your work here.