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But I wouldn't sleep with CF.Originally Posted by TheSpiritFox
Well played, my dear troll.
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But I wouldn't sleep with CF.
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Way to evade the question.
He has le point.
THE POWER IS YOURS
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Lol if you want, I read the actual play once in grade 9 and I don't remember like any of it.. x)
Oh shit SF got Sophi's attention.
Be aware SF, Sophi is going to come at you like a four thousand pound tumbling rock of flaming insults. Afterward we will all laugh at you as Sophi parades you around as her bitch.
Because we all know Sophi likes humiliating her bitches publicly.
God Aza, stop changing your sig every fucking minute.
BUT BUT I have to warn people about Squee in broken English D:
Never, you say?
Pardon me, maybe my English isn't as good as your Sophistikated wording, but i fail to see a question here. I see assumptions, and presumptions. A few bits fabricated from your own imagination, which has a quite inaccurate picture of me. I am a depraved asylum patient: But i hate HJW, not CF.Him, too, but I meant you and CF, you make degrading comments about her at every possible opportunity, and if there isn't an opportunity you fabricate one so you can. I just picture you sitting in a corner scratching "i hate CF" into the wall over and over like a depraved asylum patient.
The Foxes comment can be explained as simple jealousy.
Congratulations, SpiritFox, you've passed your audition. You now have a minor role in Scene 1.
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Act I
Prologue
Enter Unchosen, in red tights
Unchosen:
Two cults, both alike in infamy,
In the RPG, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Flourish, and exit.
Act I
Scene I
Enter Sampson and Gregory, played by AtomicWarpin and TheSpiritFox, of the Porcupine Mimes, armed with swords and bucklers
AtomicWarpin
SpiritFox, on my word, we'll not carry coals.
TheSpiritFox
No, for then we should be colliers.
AtomicWarpin
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
TheSpiritFox
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
AtomicWarpin
I strike quickly, being moved.
TheSpiritFox
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
AtomicWarpin
A dog of the Ermine Sophists moves me.
TheSpiritFox
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
AtomicWarpin
Fuck you and your word games, man.
Some Sophist will come and make me irate.
Let's go, like, rape their women or something.
TheSpiritFox
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
AtomicWarpin
'Tis all one. When I have fought with the men,
I will rape the maids, and cut off their heads.
TheSpiritFox
The heads of the maids?
AtomicWarpin
Aye, the heads of the maids. And not necessarily in that order.
TheSpiritFox
They must take it in sense that feel it.
AtomicWarpin
They shall feel me while I stand, in more ways than one.
'Tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
TheSpiritFox
Draw thy tool, here come two of the Sophists!
Fucking- no, not that tool, o thou dumbass.
Sophist men approach, not the maids you seek.
AtomicWarpin
My naked weapon ought not to be out?
TheSpiritFox
Only thy naked steel, you fucking tool.
AtomicWarpin
My conquests say that I am hard as steel,
And already I wield my fucking tool.
TheSpiritFox
Put away your goddamned junk and get ready for a fight! Honestly, our lines were all sexual puns anyway, but this has crossed the line.
AtomicWarpin
Let us get on with this. Troll; I will back thee.
TheSpiritFox
When they come past, I'll stab them unawares.
Or no, I will challenge them to a duel.
Perhaps it would be wiser just to punch?
Or give them the dirtiest look I can?
No, I got it, I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they will.
AtomicWarpin
Let them take it as they dare! And for I,
I will bite my thumb at them which is a
Disgrace to them if they bear it.
TheSpiritFox
Excellent. With such daring we will show
What little we may care for what they do.
Enter Abraham and Balthasar, played by TheMammoth and Scrapper
TheMammoth
Did you just bite your thumb at us, you runt?
AtomicWarpin
I did bit my thumb, sir.
TheMammoth
DID YOU BITE YOU THUMB AT US, I SAID?
AtomicWarpin[aside to TheSpiritFox]
Is the law on our side if I say aye?
TheSpiritFox
Perhaps, but his mighty Beard of Power
And muscles of a size riv'ling your head
Will surely not be stopped by this mere thought.
AtomicWarpin[to TheMammoth]
No.
TheSpiritFox
Do you troll, sir?
TheMammoth
Troll! No, sir! Despite my outwards appearance, I am a cultured and pacifistic gentleman.
AtomicWarpin
If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.
TheMammoth
You serve a man no better.
AtomicWarpin
Well, sir.
TheSpiritFox
Hurry, say better! Comes hither one of
The Kinsmen of our master.
AtomicWarpin
Azarthes is better than Dex, dammit!
TheMammoth
You lie.
AtomicWarpin
Then draw, if you be men!
They fight
Enter Karnee
Karnee
Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do!
Enter TheDoctor
TheDoctor
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Karnee, look upon thy ban.
Karnee
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
TheDoctor
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate The Land of the Banned, all Sophists, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!
They fight
Enter, several of both cults, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
First Citizen, played by Mercury
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Mimes! down with the Sophists!
Enter Azarthes in his gown, and Bunnay
Azarthes
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
Bunnay
Call me a ho one more time and I will beat the fucking daylights out of you, Azarthes!
Azarthes
Save it for the bedroom! Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter Dex and Evilayn
Dex
Thou villain Azarthes,--Hold me not, let me go.
Evilayn
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter Sophistikit, with Attendants
Sophistikit
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved princess.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Azarthes, and Dex,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made RPG's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Azarthes; shall go along with me:
And, Dex, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Spam Section, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of being banned, all men depart.
Exit all but Dex, Evilayn, and Karnee
Dex
Who set this ancient flame war new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Karnee
Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Doctor, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging flames and trolls,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the princess came, who parted either part.
Evilayn
O, where is Foxes? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Karnee
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Dex
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Karnee
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Dex
I neither know it nor can learn of him.
Karnee
Have you importuned him by any means?
Dex
Both by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself--I will not say how true--
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
We would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter Foxes
Karnee
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Dex
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, Evilayn, let's away.
Exit Dex and Evilayn
Karnee
Good-morrow, cousin.
Foxes
Is the day so young?
Karnee
But new struck nine.
Foxes
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Karnee
It was. What sadness lengthens Foxes' hours?
Foxes
Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Karnee
In love?
Foxes
Out--
Karnee
Of love?
Foxes
No, of gum. Of course of love!
Karnee
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Foxes
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What flame was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
Karnee
No, bro, I rather weep.
Foxes
Good heart, at what?
Karnee
Because Sinrus is going to butcher this play so bad.
Foxes
Why, such is his transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
Karnee
Soft! I will go along;
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Foxes
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Foxes, he has quit RPG.
Karnee
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
Foxes
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Karnee
Groan! why, no.
But sadly tell me who.
Foxes
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a man.
Karnee
Wut.
Foxes
A right good Dutchman! And he's fair I love.
Karnee
Bro, you're starting to scare me.
Foxes
Well, it's too late for that now: he'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; he hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow he lives unharm'd.
He will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor open his lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, he is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when he dies with beauty dies his store.
Karnee
Then he hath sworn that he will still live chaste?
Foxes
Far from it, for he is quite the player!
Whom all the women of RPG once
Wished to tug at the loins of; but he hath
Renounced homosexuality,
And further more he hath quit RPG.
Karnee
Be ruled by me, forget to think of him.
Foxes
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Karnee
I recommend slamming your head into
Walls of brick, or drinking bleach 'till you drown,
For thought the price is high, thy gullet will
Be clean.
Foxes
'Tis the way
To call his exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair men's brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a manwhore that is passing fair,
What doth his beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
I will always love Hank J Wimbleton;
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
Karnee
I will try. Thou ain'test seen nothin' yet.
Exit all
Last edited by Sinrus; 12-28-2010 at 05:03 PM.
THE POWER IS YOURS
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Sinrus uses crippling laughter.
It's super effective.
God Aza, stop changing your sig every fucking minute.
BUT BUT I have to warn people about Squee in broken English D:
Never, you say?
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