Knightmare Crush
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I can't sleep.
I can't sleep because of you people. Because of you, I have become subservient to some of the very deepest childhood memories that until today had been banished to the darkest corners of my psyche. And now, because of you people, because of your community, because of your openness and willingness to divulge every twisted dungeoneering fantasy you ever spawned in your heads, I can't disspell (wha...!) those thoughts.
Every time I close my eyes I see dragons soaring over rural England. I see polygonal bats shrieking out of the blue mist ahead. I see walking skulls lording it over a small cherry pie. I see a T-Bag lookalike crumbling rock asunder with a wave of her bejewelled hand. I see talking walls and floating swords, giant chess pieces and the inside of stomachs lined with soap. I see wide-eyed adventurers, armed with nothing more than reflexes and as dependent on others as the day they were born, meet their maker in gruesomely inventive fashion. I see them impaled on spikes, sawn in half, crushed to a pulp, smashed on rocks, beaten to death, tortured, burned, poisoned, eaten and starved.
And throughout the mayhem, the cacophony of sound continues. Maniacal laughter gives way to a low tribal rumbling, building slowly but surely into a spine-chilling orchestral attack. The voices of entities that exist outside of this plane mutter into my ears. In the distance, through the echoing forests and crumbling castle walls, a discordant horn rings out.
This is what I have to try and sleep through.
And so, my newfound friends, in order to win some peace for myself, I figure I may as well dance with the one that brought me. I guess I'm trying to admit that all this aural and visual carnage, the remnants of a long-since-forgotten childhood, well...I guess...
I guess I LOVE IT!!!!!
In these times, when it's impossible to be anything other than a cynical b*****d about the media, entertainment, and life in general, it's a welcome change to be able to remember a more innocent time. That time exists in two forms. It is on one hand the ficticious world of Knightmare, where the chivalrous and brave survive, and the violent and cowardly perish. And on the other hand, it is all of our childhoods - a time when all things seemed insignificant, and all you had to worry about were things like getting home before 4.40pm on a Friday afternoon. And its memories like these, which by association are inextricably linked to Knightmare and its contemporaries, which make nostalgia like this a lot more rewarding than simply moving on.
Thank you for listening. Whoever reads this, please feel free to ridicule me in public. I only said it to get it off my chest, and out of my head.
Spellcasting: s. l. e. e. p.
Skippy
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Welcome to our world Skippy.
A world were reality and fantasy blure, were awake and dream become one and the same, were the insaen are the sane ones and were myth, Illusions and nostaliga are lord and master.
Welcome to the KM Disscusion forum were Magic, Fantasy, Illusion, Adveture, Mystery and Danger lay at your finger tips.
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- Stealing Elita's voice and hurrling it down the Sewers of Goth
tapping the Lightning Rod meaningfully If you're looking for another frying Goblin-boy, yer on the right track....
And as for me, it would have to be a tie between Majida and Stilletta. Like HStorm I appreciate Majida's lack of complete spinelessness. And Stilletta? Well, she'd just be eye candy. (eh, so I can be shallow. Bite me) Gwendoline the Greenwarden would be next after them.
I also have a bit of a thing for Lillith. (YES! I KNOW SHE IS ALSO MILDREAD! I DO NOT NEED TO BE INFORMED OF THIS!!!) I think it's that arrogant, domineering attitude that does it...
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"Goblin-Boy? WHO ARE YOU CALLING GOBLIN-BOY ELF- BRAT."
"Were's my Irons I'm going to lock you in a cell with Gretal."
Well, since YOU are the only one here who frequents with goblins, I'd have thought it blindingly obvious (even for those with one eye) that I was referring to you, faceache.
Oh, and you know the good thing about 'yer irons'? Metal is SUCH a lovely conductor. taking aim with the Lightning Rod
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"Cheeky Imp."
"It's Goblin MASTER not Goblin-Boy."
"I've half a mind to throw YOU into the sewers of Goth never mind your rudy voice."
Oh REALLY now Goblin-boy? Did you finally work out that leaving me in a bloody box was fairly pointless since some stupid helpful little Dungeoneer would just let me out again? And since the Sewers of Goth can hardly smell worse than you, I'm sure I'll cope.
Failing that... changes the Lightning Rod settings from 'Singe' to ''Fricassé
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Fricassé, derived from the French Fricassée, from the feminine past participle of fricasser - 'to fricassée'. Probably developed from the verb 'frire' - 'to fry'. I could go into the etymology a bit more, but I think it's about time for a practical demonstration... and blasts Skarkill with the Lightning Rod
Are we clarified yet?
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"ARRRRRRRRGHRRRREEEERGHRRR."
"ELITAAAAAAAAAAA."
"You Elf-Brat, You slugrat,you annoying little pest, You Rude little Cow...Leaf."
"Look what you've done to my clothes. An they only cleaned 7 months ago."
cackles Ah, Skarky, one day you'll realise that if you play with fire, you get burned. and cartwheels off to cause trouble elsewhere
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Would have to go with Stiletta for sheer lovliness.
Although I always wanted to go and tug on Treguards beard. Do you reckon it would have opened a magical door directly to Level 3?
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HEY! Remember moi? (Probably not actually but ne'er mind) Haven't visited in ages cause of f*****g uni/degree stress!
So chuffed to see the nu series of the 'mare back on Challenge.
Have been coping with Takeshi's Castle, Crystal Maze and the Glads (Gladiators) up to now (which I still lurve)
Anyway, thought I'd come see how everyone was doing and found this thread - definitely up my sick twisted alley, I love whoever said LF was the fetishist's bag - oh yes master!My God this is miles more entertaining than a fecking Poltics essay! Yawn!
Love yaz
LFIAF
excited 2 b back
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How's tiny getting on Skarky, any more broken feet?
And will it be the irons for me today?...
I hope so...
Nice to see you too. Just about to head off to the library ON MY FECKIN EASTER HOLS! to do b*stard essay which is due in on Monday. Fancy putting the irons on my Politics lecturer?
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