Ozymandias

Clever. Well-turned phrase I think I'll be thinking about for a while. Thank you.

Referring to Mr. O'Barr?

Hmm. :>) I like 'em.

I understand your confusion, and have attempted to edit for clarity. This haiku sprung to mind when I read BP's "A poem, a weird, weird poem". Trying to rhyme the word bunnies made me think of THE impossible word to rhyme- orange.

Ozymandias claps solemnly. "I feel I must disagree somewhat, Sir." Undoing the clasp on his hip flask, he deftly opens it with one hand while fishing for his shot glasses. A drink is poured for Falcon first, then Gyrfalcon, Cheyenne, and finally Ozymandias pours one for himself (Tralla taking concerned bed rest). "To all things possible," he says to the room, "yet highly improbable."

Very cinematic. I could almost see the scene unfold.

You can write good poetry on any topic you choose, can't you? Well done.

Hope springs eternal. Wow.

There's no music, but I can feel it. Amazing.

Orange, poets' bane Your name cursed till end of time Searching lost for rhyme P.S.- Orlan, you've officially frightened me. Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 3/10/02 9:15:15 am

The others now notice that Ozymandias' chair is quite empty. Before anyone can comment, a distant, deranged bellow of " GET BACK HERE!" can be heard through the windows, followed by a faint, childish cry of "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEE!" A stray lolly seems stuck to Ozymandias' chair. Rewinding back in time a bit... "Thank you, Milady,", he says brightly as he attacks Lady Celes' gift.

Ozymandias frantically dodges teeth and claws. He's a nimble little booger, you have to give him that. "Ouch! Ow! NO! Stoppit, OW!!! No!" Well, most of the time. "Wait!" His creatures form a protective circle around him as Ozymandias conjures a white flag and begins waving it wildly. "Listen! You misunderstand. I'm not going to stop the post, heck, I couldn't if I wanted to! I'm not a moderator, you know! What I'm *planning* on is copying the "Invasion of the Flying Grapes" PLOTLINE from here and reposting it as a story in the Conservatory. If more gets added on to the point of that just being chapter 1, hey, cool. I just thought it'd be a neat idea, is all. If I'm being voted down THAT vehemently,..." He rubs gingerly at a hole in his robes that a very large red stain has billowed from. "...I'll just bleed to death quietly." ------------------ I am Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

::Orlan slips in unnoticed, and hands the Nekkid Mage, Tzi, a piece of paper that says "A1 - I challenge... - Greased wants you...bad!" and then runs off leaving one confused Naked Mage:: Grapes....mmmm..... ------------------ Orlan, Sexy Sexy Man The Lounge! Member of the Tribe S1 Lounge Lizard of Terra GuildMaster of "Nekkid Female Mages No. 1 FanClub and Worshippers" Soran Member of AoA Lover of Women Ruler of the Liar of Devils Priest to the left side of the priest to the left side of the great God and Pharaoh Nanotoknonnen.

NOOOO!!!!!!!!! don't stop... lets see this post going till they decide to make Archmage a 3D RTS Game =) it's so danged hard to follow the nimball™ through the various servers =( ------------------ Me Mestro, You Jane... Wait one minute, you not Jane!!! ARGHHHHHH... Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 3/4/02 10:19:11 am

Not possible Ozy, the thing he was replying to was deleted... meaning MY post is last! >=) ------------------ ~SatyrRider Lore once and future.

Hey Ozy!!!!!!!! This is my post........ GRRRRRRRRR............ Deirdre gets really mad and unleashes a swarm of succubi on him Deirdre aka Lilithgal The Queen of Succubus The Fallen Angel

Well, if no-one has any objections, I'm going to call Mestro's Apr.22 post the end of the story. And even if you do, well *neener neener* to you, because YOU'RE not going to transcribe this whole mad mess to the conservatory. Unless of course, one of you (you general, ghostly, intangible readership, you) does take up the reigns and beat me to it. Au revoir! ------------------ I am Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! (Ed.'s note- "reigns"?? Criminy.)

LOL Mest... I don't even think he does... ------------------ ~SatyrRider Lore once and future.

Well.... mostly i can't make heads or tails outta it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The edited part is.... the posts (pural) i was replying to were a buch of obnoxious and noxious posts by that Shak66 feller i wasn't referring to the post by "the long(?) tall eradication mage" ------------------ Me Mestro, You Jane... Wait one minute, you not Jane!!! ARGHHHHHH...

A long tall Eradication mage walks into the banquet hall. His flowing blue cloak belies his school, but the charred hair typical of Firecallers shows his profession. He takes a cursory glance around the room. "Erm. Bad time, I see... ah, I'll be back..." He turns and begins to edge towards the door. ------------------ ~SatyrRider Lore once and future.

Deirdre grins and asks to book a room. She gets the keys,goes upstairs,unlocks the door and asks a Chambermaid to go in and tidy the bed. Minutes later,screams emerge from the room,followed by pitiful cries of "No.....don't put it in me,please,I beg you!" Suddenly the door opens and the chambermaid comes out of the room,with a strange look on her face. She spots Greased walking into the Hall and rushes up to him. Before he can do anything,she drags him into the room..........

"I just want to remind everyone here that if you're going to drink, having a designated spellcaster. Because, as the commercial says, "What should you do to stop a friend from casting spells while drunk? Anything you have to." Decimator Wielder of the Ukulele of Doom Pursuer of Amazonian women S1 Banquet Hall bartender

Yo! Leave my squirriels alone! Serves you right! ------------------ -- kor The Knights of Light and Darkness

She feels eyes on the back of her neck. Turning oh so casually, she sees one of Ozymandias' Mind Rippers looking at her. It simply nods approval, then turns it's attention back to the unconcious form of it's master. ------------------ I am Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Deirdre spots poor Iuz being hammered by the mages and yells at them to stop or they'll go back with a part of them missing. The mages stop in their tracks and silence descents onto the Hall. Deirdre pulls out Iuz and gets some water from the bartender. She proceeds to clean him up and casts a healing spell on him to close up his wounds. Deirdre asks the bartender how much a room costs and orders that no one disturb Iuz's peace. Deirdre accompanies him up to the room and after a short while,goes back to her table.