I've seen their 'Hooligan Club'... it's all booze-sodden robes, strange headgear, raucous tunes of yesteryear and barrels and barrels of dark ale. Ninurta, Mystic Wanderer (Art1886 included)... and several others congregate in a corner of Duffy's Tavern and with Guohua as their supposed-conductor, sing a rip-roaring song about pirates and pioneer mountain-men.
It's not big and it's not clever.
The fact that they usually end-up swinging Boy In A Dress by his arms and legs and with great mirth (to them!) toss the eyeless creature through the main lead-lined window!
They meet every other Tuesday.
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2015 8:10:17 GMT -6 by theboyinadress
...because I don't think that module was installed in me.
Is this a 'wild woods' thing...? I mean surely anyone who runs down on-foot caribou or whatever you're keepin' up there in the boonies, must have feelings at the very basic level?
I've heard the stories from prospectors and the like, how you're endowed with far-more bodily hair and tend to side on anger than any other of the emotions.
Maybe it's moonshine (I think that's what it's called)... or the baccy you chew, I don't know, but surely those hidden feelings that we on the mainland take for granted MUST have been given to you at some point?
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2015 10:44:53 GMT -6 by theboyinadress
ellez, @ninurta, @melz, ask ninurta we are part of an elite pointy stick society where we wear red robes and sing Kum-Ba-Yah
In the interests of truth in advertising, I have to point out the we ARE supposed to wear red robes, and that I've had complaints about calling it "singing" - some folks have an entirely different name for what it is we do! Who knew?
Here's a picture of the gathering at the last meeting of the Elite Pointy Stick Society - where the heck was everyone?
One must admit - that IS an... inspiring... sight to behold all in the same corner of a single bar room! All we need now is a biker to join to round out the crew!
(By "biker" I mean the Harley type, not the Lance Armstrong type - we do NOT allow spandex! I learned that the hard way!)
Post by theboyinadress on Jun 28, 2015 10:55:31 GMT -6
See...? I was correct. I'll wager you were running down some poor moose or something for yer' supper!
I suspect there's a wooden cabin close by with copper-tubing, and other paraphernalia for making that 'special brew' This isn't envy, Sir... well, not quite -but never the less, at some point, I would suggest you come back into town and begin to do a thing we call 'urbanise'
...because I don't think that module was installed in me.
Is this a 'wild woods' thing...? I mean surely anyone who runs down on-foot caribou or whatever you're keepin' up there in the boonies, must have feelings at the very basic level?
I've heard the stories from prospectors and the like, how you're endowed with far-more bodily hair and tend to side on anger than any other of the emotions.
Maybe it's moonshine (I think that's what it's called)... or the baccy you chew, I don't know, but surely those hidden feelings that we on the mainland take for granted MUST have been given to you at some point?
Maybe, if by "feelings" you mean that occasional crawly feeling that requires a good rubbing of the back against the rough bark of a tree because I can't reach that spot between my shoulder blades with my fingernails...
Woods are too thick here for caribou - their antlers get snagged in the brush and they starve until one of us gets 'em loose, but they ARE trying to reintroduce elk here, with some success other than the locals crying and whining about it, wringing their hands and squealing about how an elk might eat their sheep's grass.
Crybabies!
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2015 11:16:17 GMT -6 by Deleted
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