The Cowldryn Continues...

[The Levite]

The sky was blue, the grass was green, the plums were purple, and the delivery man's face was that particular shade of maroon that characterizes all people who feel they have been kept on the doorstep entirely too long. Though the coloration of his face was a lovely hue, sadly, it was wreaking havoc with all the other lovely shadings that came with beautiful days such as this one. Using all my tact and finesse, I told him as much, feeling that he needed to know. Unfortunately, the delivery man did not agree and using some very pretty words, told me as much. Of course, being much offended, I promptly turned him into a dancing lemur and immediately after, noticed a rather large package sitting on my doorstep. Instantly, I was curious. Who? Why? Where? And most importantly, What? Distracted with these high and mighty thoughts, I abruptly forgot the break-dancing lemur and his indignant screeches and took the package inside. Letting the package hover next to me, I swept various magical objects out of the way (generating black looks from the mixing bowls, by the way, which floated out the window in a huff, to go visit with the dancing lemur), making a space on the table, where I gently landed the package. With a wave of my hand, I caused the package to open itself, revealing a rather large black cauldron. Deciding that strange things like this needed better light I grasped the cauldron by its handles and placed it on large, handy, windowsill, where I could give it a thorough inspection. No sooner had I taken my hands off it than a voice began…"My dear friend Master Leviticus, I send you my dearest regards, knowing that things get slow for you this time of year and life can become rather dull, I have sent you this cauldron. It is rather…educational…you might say, and I cannot say that I have ever seen another one quite like it. You see, it is a rather picky, to say the least…it requires specific ingredients, or it can be quite, hostile, I suppose you might say, in any case, I've decided to give you a crack at this entertaining solution to boredom. The cauldron will explain the rest…
"Pompous old windbag," interrupted the cauldron.
"I-I beg your pardon", I stuttered.
"You'd think that he knew," It continued
"You'd think that who knew?", I asked quite puzzled.
"Magus of course",
"Oh. What was it Magus knew?"
"Magus didn’t know"
"Know what?!" I cried, entirely exasperated.
"You'd think he knew what I know," it replied testily.
"And he thought Magus was pompous," I growled, "Well that was the pot calling the kettle black". The cauldron gave an angry rumble. I sighed, this was going to be a long day, "Now what was it that you knew again?", I asked.
"I know about the rules."
At my blank look it clarified, "The rules about ingredients."
"Oh! I see. What are the rules?"
"Lean over and, I'll whisper them to you."
Dutifully I leaned over and it whispered the great and awing secrets of the sacred rules of ingredients. I flushed with enlightenment.
"Now call everyone", it commanded, "And we'll see if they can figure it out", After we both spared a moment, sharing a gleeful cackle at the fun that was to come, I sent for all my friends, relatives, relatives friends, dancing lemurs, newts, kakapoos, the little blue man in the little green suit, and everyone else in traveling distance. I sat down and began to wait for people to arrive. As they walked in the door, I told them, the story of the cauldron and the cauldron itself condescended to outline a few basics.

RULES

The overall point and goal of the game is to 1. get as many bubbles as possible and 2. Figure out the rule that governs the cowldryn. (Remember that the fireball rule, the transformation rule, and the bubble rule are all connected.)

There are specific rules governing will and what will not be accepted (as mentioned above). By following these rules, I will express pleasure (or displeasure), with your ingredients in one of three ways:


• Fireballs: If the ingredient is totally unacceptable, then you will receive a fireball (the hazard suits are over on that wall over there)
  
  
• Transformations: *Master Leviticus rubs his hands together gleefully* If your ingredients are more or less acceptable, then I might be kind enough to spare you a fireball, and merely change you into something…suitable *grins*.
  
  
• Bubbles: Lastly, if your ingredients are taken very well, and are well digested besides, you will get a bubble, or bubbles depending on how well your ingredient is received.
  2. Now, listen closely, this is where it gets interesting, if you deduce the correct solution to the cauldron, DO NOT post the solution, instead, email it to Master Leviticus. If you are correct, then, you may either, change an acceptance rule, or make up an entirely new one, or post the acceptance rule. However, you must tell your fellow players whether or not you changed a rule or made up a new rule. The first three people who figure out the rules of acceptance, get these options.
  (For example if the first person found out that the acceptance rules were only words without the letter E, then he would either make up an acceptance rule, change a rule, or post that rule." The second person would have to figure out what the NEW acceptance rule is (after the adding of the new rule) then, he would be able to change one of those existing rules or add a new one and etc.) (If you have any questions please ask)
  

3. From time to time, when I'm feeling generous, I might add in a few...presents...if certain rules are fulfilled…


LET US BEGIN

PS. For the purposes of moding this game I will be posting as Master Leviticus

Bubbles:
Milt: 3
Magus: 286
Beartalon: 0
Orbiting: 32
Cruciverbalist: 13
Black Knight: 0
Werebear: 757
Lucky Wizard: 21
mathgrant: 43
Veg: 3
Macnut: 39
Faeriefire: 51
MatthewV: 26
Justin: 19
Dethwing: 0
The Mayor: 16


[edit]Edited for clarity[/edit]




[This message has been edited by The Levite (edited 04-20-2003 12:53 PM).]

[Magus]

Ah good. Hello again friend cowldryn. A new victi... er.. master i see. Let us see how well i do this time.

I shall begin by giving some interesting favorites. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog as it always seems to do. Aardvark is a good one, i think, and lastly Zoroastrainism.

ah, the wonder that is the cowldryn.

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*Poof*, Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!

[Milt]

I will cast a Hewlett-Packard OfficeJet 6100 fax-copier-printer-scanner, a pint of Guinness and Operation Iraqi Freedom into the Cowldryn.

[Master Leviticus]

Well, were off, and that reminds me...we're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz...What? Oh!, There are some ingredients! Lets see, what do we have here? Hmm, we seem to have some ingredients of Magus to look at. First we have The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog which earns him a FIREBALL, yes, and after Zoroastrainism he more than deserves another and as for Aardvark the cauldron doesn't seem to be responding, guess that means that I need to give another fireball *grins* here you g....Wait! The cauldron is bubbling! The cauldron seems to be giving out a...belch? Without further ado, a lonely bubble comes over the horizon and floats ever so gently over to Magus. As for Milt he earns a large FIREBALL for Hewlett-Packard OfficeJet 6100 fax-copier-printer-scanner, and his pint of Guinness could have been better used elsewhere it seems for it earns a large FIREBALL. However, Operation Iraqi Freedom ears him one bubble.

Well back to the drawing board huh?
*sits back and makes objects fly*



[This message has been edited by Master Leviticus (edited 03-31-2003 09:00 AM).]

[Magus]

Ah, wonderful. The Fire will fly. It's just like old time eh?

On to some more organic ingredients. I'll give Elephant a try, and maybe some Octopi. And no animal trio is complete without an Ibis.

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*Poof*, Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!

[Beartalon]

Tosses in a few placenames:
Leeds
Woodstock
Liverpool

While the quantity of ingredients allowed per post has been 3 in previous Cowldryn games, are we so limited?

[Orbiting]

*idly wanders over to the cauldron*
*drops in a cup of coffee, a blue-footed booby, and Kazooish*
*ducks reflexively*

[The Cruciverbalist]

I'll add a Coca-Cola bottle and a Ping-Pong paddle. Oh, and a couple feet of crepe paper.

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Um... Seriously.

[This message has been edited by The Cruciverbalist (edited 03-31-2003 12:23 PM).]

[Black Knight]

I'll try a White Knight, some White Chocolate, and a song by Barry White.

[mathgrant]

A Bulbasaur who thinks it's a Pikachu and is trying to zap Ash with a quick lightning jolt attack! worked wonders the first time.

I'll then add a light bulb and a sore thumb.

[Master Leviticus]

Leeds, liverpool, ping-pong paddle and Barry White followed by an elephant, woodstock, White Knight, and White Chocolate, all of which dropped into the Cowldryn with a very wet sounding plop...followed immediatly by a roar of displeasure. And lo, though the ingredients were not at all to his liking they seemed to bring forth a fountain of creativity for punishments. Fire, storms, lightning and ice. Sphinxes, jinxes, salami and fish, adding a dash of pepper. Were his suggestions, so I having no other ideas I followed them to the letter.
I must admit that Magus loked rather funny, I must admit, seeing as elephant and octopi turned him into a very suprised looking elephi.
Beartalon on the other hand made a very nice looking griffon because of Woodstock...nice, that is, until the lightning and the storm caught up with him, sent for his abominable Leeds and Liverpool.
Orbiting however, came off very well seeing as a small troup of angels came by to give him his 7 bubbles for his cup of coffee. 8 bubbles for his Blue Footed Booby and 4 bubbles for Kazooish.
The Cruciverbalist made out well with 7 bubbles for a coca-cola and 3 bubbles for crepe paper. Although I admit that the freezing rain, while making him look quite beautiful, did cramp his style a bit.
Black Knight had quite a few problems. After all, being turned into a salmon for white knight then a trout for White Chocolate then getting fried with a fireball for Barry White can ruin anyone's day. Serve with garlic and butter Mmmm mmmm.


Beartalon: Yes to your question, and thank you for asking. I totally forgot to put anything about it.

[The Cruciverbalist]

Well. That's weird. OK, more ingredients, then.

First, I'll chuck in EEEM. (Sorry, EEEM!)

Next, the entire state of Alabama goes in. (It's a BIG cauldron.)

Finally, a bit of oolong tea with cream for good measure.

[Werebear]

ahh, why not? I'll throw in Aboobakeebaka Kabukii, able was I ere I saw elba, and Army Brats Chucking Dead Emus Freezing Hot Ice Just Keeping Little Magical Ninja Orchestrated Piano Quartets Reaching Sulkily Towards Underwater Voles Wearing Xtra Yellow Zippers

memories....

[mathgrant]

Why did you ignore MINE?

I'll toss in I hate being ignored when I get a chance.

[Lucky Wizard]

I'll throw in a funny abbreviation, a star catalog, and a slinky.

[Milt]

I carefully add a Bull Terrier Puppy, a Hand Grenade and one dozen sleeping tablets.

[Magus]

hmmm...

lets try another tack.

Creepy Crawly Crocus Critters
Dingoes idly paddle under deluges
Flat floes of frigid freezer fillets

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*Poof*, Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!

[Master Leviticus]

mathgrant did rather well, since A Bulbasaur who thinks it's a Pikachu and is trying to zap Ash with a quick lightning jolt attack! gave him 34 bubbles!, not to mention 3 bubbles for light bulb, 5 bubbles for sore thumb and 1 bubble for I hate being ignored.

The Cruciverbalist managed to collect a small amount of bubbles with 1 bubble each for EEM, Alabama, and oolong tea with cream making a total of three bubbles.

Moving on, Werebear trashed you all with a staggering total of 98 BUBBLES! 21 for Aboobakeebaka Kabukii, able was I ere I saw elba and 71 for Army Brats Chucking Dead Emus Freezing Hot Ice Just Keeping Little Magical Ninja Orchestrated Piano Quartets Reaching Sulkily Towards Underwater Voles Wearing Xtra Yellow Zippers (by the way you forgot G)

Lucky Wizard managed to earn 1 bubble for slinky but gets turned into a penguin for star catalog and gets a fireball for Funny abbreviations.

Milt, who I'm beginning to think the cowldryn doesn't like, gets a two fireballs for Bull terrier puppy and hand grenade but he gets 2 bubbles for One dozen sleeping tablets.

Magus fares a little better getting 11 bubbles for Creepy Crawly Crocus Critters, but two fireballs for dingos idly paddle under deluges and flat floes of frigid freezer fillets

[Werebear]

bah, I quit... it's too tempting just to post really really long ingredients and rake in the bubbles rather than figure out the rules...

Well, I quit after I throw in Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: Most of the people living on it were unhappy pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd, because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. And so the problem remained, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a mig mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should have ever left the oceans. And then, one Thursday nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a chance, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything. Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost for ever. This is not her story. But it is the story of that terrible stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences. It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman. Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book. in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor - of which no Earthman had ever heard either. Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one - more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway? In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects. First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover. But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply. It begins with a house.


(BTW, up to the phrase "This is not her story" was done from memory. I love the HHGG).. and this is my last ingredient unless I figure out the rules from everyone else's ingredients.

[Orbiting]

*fumbles around in bag of tricks*
What else have I got then?
How about a pompous old windbag, Winnie the Pooh, and Morrissey?
*adjusts safety goggles*

[Master Leviticus]

werebear your long ingredients have not saved you. You merely get a rather large forest fire to deal with. Zah! to Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: Most of the people living on it were unhappy pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd, because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. And so the problem remained, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a mig mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should have ever left the oceans. And then, one Thursday nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a chance, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything. Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost for ever. This is not her story. But it is the story of that terrible stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences. It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman. Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book. in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor - of which no Earthman had ever heard either. Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one - more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway? In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects. First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover. But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply. It begins with a house.


As for Orbiting, for Whinnie the Pooh you get turned into piglet, however a pompous old windbag gets you 9 bubbles while Morrissey get you 4 bubbles

[Magus]

well, at least i came up with some nice bubbles. Now for some more spicy ingredients.

Coagulated Congealing Blood

Legless Cockroaches

Fortuitous Alchemy

[The Levite]

Dear people, unfortunatley I will be on a trip till saturday, so Nigal said that he would be kind enought to comod for me while I'm gone. Have fun people.

Levite

[Ningal]

Hello, my name is Ningal and I'll be your evil under-mod until Levite gets back. I'm not nearly as creative as he is, so you'll likely notice that my posts are rather pedestrian next to his. I'm also female.

And now, bubbles. Or not. We'll see.

Magus: Coagulated Congealing Blood nets you 11 bubbles, if I counted right; Legless Cockroaches gets you lightly toasted, as does Fortuitous Alchemy.

Edited to include the bubble tally as of my last post:
Milt: 3
Magus: 292
Beartalon: 0
Orbiting: 32
Cruciverbalist: 13
Black Knight: 0
Werebear: 757
Lucky Wizard: 21
mathgrant: 43
Veg: 3
Macnut: 39
Faeriefire: 51
MatthewV: 26
Justin: 19
Dethwing: 0
The Mayor: 16



[This message has been edited by Ningal (edited 05-17-2003 03:51 PM).]

[Werebear]

A reason to stay in! Yay!
Arooo, Balooo, Carooo, Darooo, Earooo, Farooo, Garooo, Harooo, Iaroo, Jarooo, Karooo!

Aeiou Aeiou Aeiou Aeiou Aeiou

...and... Fafhrd n'd gry mser

[Magus]

why no baroo, Werebear?

now what? hmm...

Ado Pry might work. maybe.

or perhaps Zone CB

and if not, then there's always Zaphod

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*Poof*, Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!

[Magus]

and what are we to do about the bubble tally in post one? You're going to have to keep track miss rogatrix, or it'll all go to hell *torments Ningal*

[Ningal]

Oh hey, there was a bubble tally. Editing as we speak.

And now, bubbles and fire and possibly newty goodness. Well, OK, no newty goodness, but we do have the other two.

Werebear: Arooo, Balooo, Carooo, Darooo, Earooo, Farooo, Garooo, Harooo, Iaroo, Jarooo, Karooo! yields 48 bubbles, and Aeiou Aeiou Aeiou Aeiou Aeiou gives you another 20. Not bad. Fafhrd n'd gry mser, on the other hand, gets you a nice big fireball.

Magus: Ado Pry is good for 2 bubbles and Zone CB and Zaphod for a fireball each. Fwoom.


[This message has been edited by Ningal (edited 04-03-2003 01:37 AM).]

[Ningal]

I think I killed it.

(Bumping for easier finding when Levite gets back.)

[This message has been edited by Ningal (edited 04-04-2003 06:56 PM).]

[Werebear]

Hmmm. I was giving other people a chance. Oh well!

Aaaaaa! An aardvark!
Eeeeee! Elephants!
R Vwls Th Ky?

[Ningal]

Werebear: Aaaaaa! An aardvark! gets you all of 1 lonely bubble, as does Eeeeee! Elephants!, for a total of 2 bubbles this batch. R Vwls Th Ky? gets you lots and lots of tasty flames. Have fun extinguishing them.

[Lucky Wizard]

Right then, I will throw in

slowness

the great number thirty-eight and everything that is associated with it

liars and their lies and so on

[Magus]

hmm... some interesting results there.

Forty-Two is better

Dracula's food is coagulating

Aerie ore irmine

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*Poof*, Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!

[Werebear]

I'll throw in A E I O U
A far cat has bad jaw
Up Under Umbrellas Ungas Uttered Unusual Utterances

[Master Leviticus]

I'm hooooooome . Did you all miss me?

Lucky Wizard: Your first ingredient, slowness, gets you one lonely bubble. Meanwhile the great number thirty-eight and everything that is associated with it makes you quite crispy and liars and their lies and so on gets you a birthday wish from your son.


Magus: Lets see, forty-two is better though being the answer to life, the universe and everything, just gets you bulldozed while Draculas food is coagulating gets you a ticket to the tanning booth. Last but not least Aerie ore irmine gets you *gasp* 8 bubbles

Werebear: A E I O U gets you 4 bubbles while A far cat has bad jaw give you 3 bobbing bubbles, but Up Under Umbrellas Ungas Uttered Unusual Utterances gets you transformed inot a very wet unga

[Werebear]

Klaus Birken, "Scandal". Welcome back! *evil grin*

A Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Am Anfang macht Abraham Manja an, das war Rabatz:
Am Markttag gabs Rabatt, Alcantara-Parka, ganz alt.
Was? Alcantara? Grasart am Walmdach? Falsch.
Manja sang was - wars Bach? Als Abraham ward kalt,
nahm man Parka, dann kam Abrahams Talbahn ganz rasant.
Tja, Fahrplan. Manja tanzt Lambada, Manja tanzt Samba.
Fama sagt: nachts war Manja ganz lang da.

Prag, Altstadt, Franz Kafka macht das Traktat.
Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Manjas Ratschlag: machn Drama!
Na klar! sagt Kafka, Abt als Scharlatan,
Brand am Altar, Satan aschfahl, bla bla bla.
Tags danach, Abrakadabra, Kafka macht Drama.
Drama kam rasch an, Franz sahnt dank Manja ab.
Na Franz, klappts? Ja klar, war Kaltstart.

Samstag, Ballnacht, Zahnarzt starrt Manja an.
Da Tanz stattfand, war Manja Zahnarzts Wahl.
Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Zahnarzt hat zwar Karma, charmant am Tanzball,
Schad, an Zahnarzts Haar hats Kahlschlag.
Manja sagt Zahnarzts Tanz ab, krallt rasch Frank.
Tja, Zahnarzt trank Fanta, aß Lachs an Salatbar.
Da Manja war Wahn, nahm Zahnarzt rasch Labsal!

Fastnacht, Tanzpalast, Tamara kam als Tankwart.
Am Parkplatz sagt Gast: machs Glas klar!
Tamara nahm acht Mark, kratzt Lack, Glas sprang.
Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Gast war aschfahl, fragt Manja, was stattfand.
(Manja hat Pappnas, Haarfarb war schwarz.)
Manja sagt: Alaaf! Tamara hat Spaß, Gast klagt.
Tags danach war Staatsanwalt ganz lang da.

Malta, Waldrand, Lama trank Lava, ward lahm.
Am Asphalt lag das Lama, schwankt schwach.
Alarm! Alarm! Falls Zahnradbahn kam, war Lama platt.
Lamas Angst war stark, da Klang an Bahn bald mahnt.
Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Manja kam an, sah Lama lahm, sah Zahnradbahn,
Manja pflanzt Wald, Lama dacht an Sarg, ah, warts ab:
Kam Wald an Zahnrad, kam Bahns Halt als Zwang.

Als Manja krank war, da kam Manjas Mama.
Manjas Papa kam danach, da Manja schachmatt war.
Als Gast kam Anja, dann Marc, Harald, Ralph, Frank.
Tags danach kam Barbara, Sandra war lang da.
Nachts sahnt Manja am Kaltschrank ab, krallt Champagna!
Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Was sagt Kant da? Manja las Handapparat ganz.
Manjas Mama macht Fraß, Manjas Papa macht Abwasch.

Papst kam am Mars an, lag am Sand, schmatzt.
Dann Papst krallt Ablaß, Mann am Mars zahlt.
Mann am Mars war Fantast, hat Wahn,
Daß Papst Ratschlag macht. Das war falsch!
Marsmann macht Fanal, Brand kam klar an.
Papst sagt: Mach mal halblang, Start!
Ganz fatal! Bald war Zank, bald war Skandal!
Manja platzt: Papst am Mars? Krampf!

Abraham nahm Talbahn, Manja tanzt Lambada.
Kafka dankt Manja, da Drama ankam.
Zahnarzt lag flach da, fraß gramhaft Schlagrahm.
Staatsanwalt straft Tamara, Gast war Arsch.
Lama lacht. Karamba, dank Manja!
Mama mag Farbpracht, Papa macht Abschlag.
Papst als Altlast, Schwarzwald statt Walfang.
Ganz banal! Bald war Schrank, bald war Schrankwand.

Kalt wars Samstag,
Nackt am Strand,
Haß am Bahndamm,
Sarg war Tand.

Warm wars Manja,
Nacht war klar,
Tags danach,
Skandal war da!

[Magus]

And if i were to shoot you? first thing. then, Uber cool duck and finally Rabid furry animals

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*Poof* Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!

[Lucky Wizard]

Hmmm...

rhythm's instinctivistic strengthlessnesses

Aiee! Eau de aqueous sequoia

scratchbrushing borscht's strengths

[Master Leviticus]

*reappears with a flash, glares at Werebear and burns him to cinders*

Now for the tally...After considerable time spent in tabulations *gives werebear a few more squirts from the flame-thrower*

Werebear: Your extremely long and boring poem, (or whatever it is) gets you a grand total of 547 Bubbles!!!!!!! (shame your not alive to enjoy it) and for the rest of you

Magus: You got off to a good start with And if i were to shoot you? which gave you 12 bubbles, however you went down hill from there, since Uber cool duck gets you turned into a duckling with a wizard hat and Rabid Furry animals gets you frozen in a pond

Lucky Wizard: supose we ought to start off with the bad news. rhythm's instinctivistic strengthlessnesses gets a drumset dropped on you, but Aiee! Eau de aqueous sequoia gets you 18 bubbles and scratchbrushing borscht's strengths gets you 1 lonely bubble

[This message has been edited by Master Leviticus (edited 04-06-2003 03:07 PM).]

[Magus]

Jesus! 547 bubbles?! how can you breathe with that many bubble flying around?

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*Poof* Damn! I hate it when i say 'mute' instead of 'newt'!!!