The Great Jyn is an ally. I am no Jyn.

Hmmm, could you be...RUMPLESTILSKIN?
ROFL...look you little jabbering rat face, Ron has had enough problems already without you trying to add to them. Want to come play with me and lets see what you are made of.

Back Shaman... Back.... Your powers have no bearing on the likes of me....


Here, take a look at my red ruby.....


It blinds whomever gazes upon it for 3 hours....


Have fun seeing red....

NAIN ROUGE wrote:Back Shaman... Back.... Your powers have no bearing on the likes of me....


Here, take a look at my red ruby.....


It blinds whomever gazes upon it for 3 hours....


Have fun seeing red....

Hmmm, sounds like someone got nervous when I guessed his name..and that was a joke.

Oh, nice ruby, lets see, stare at it for three hours...Do I seem like I would fall for that. Naw...but you should see this amethyst I have, it has a faerie ring in the middle, cut in a pentacle shape..so pretty isn't it?

Greetin's From Maine

Is this nut fucked wack job still talkin smack. For pete's sake just bust a cap in his deranged ass and save us all the unwanted banter. God this moron make The Unnamable look like Instein.

All your illiterate ass can do is talk, cause we all know how well you spell. It called Hooked On Phoics, try it, it may help. Second, get a life. Seriously. Try talking to girls, get out of your parent's basement, something, anything, just shut the hell up or go scuba diving with a set of dumbells.

You couldn't hurt the weakest one here, and your talking bout takin us out. Buddy, you couldn't take out the trash more or less speak it. So why don't you crawl back under your rock before you get yourself hurt.

Happy Huntin'

Enough. Everyone.

Nain Rouge, I will not see you lower yourself to attacking a man weakened by another creature. I have failed to find that which you asked, so I make this challenge in the knowledge of my own ignorance.

Come to me in Ron's stead. I will not beg, nor demand. This is a challenge, made in kind to your own. I do not know what I am getting into; I am therefore prepared for the worst.

Midnight is half an hour away. I await your response.

KT, dude, its 12:45, the runt ain't showing. Probly his meds kicked in and the orderlies turned off the asylum computer at 10. His a crack pot KT, no need to go matyrin' yerself for no reason. He just some wanna be big shot with an even bigger mouth. Lets just let this go and get on with more important things.

Not a chance I'm willing to take, Ben. The Unseelie are horrible creatures, and I have a strong suspicion that he may be one of them.

With Mr. Asshole wreaking havoc, we don't need a Dark Fae adding to the chaos.

Even if he's not Fae, we don't need him causing more catastrophes. His existence has already been confirmed by someone... I'm not taking the chance that this is just a nutjob.

He sounds like a damned Unseelie...which, if I'm right, would make me the most qualified to deal with him.

Unseelie, KT, I seriously doubt that farie subscribe to something called The Rifter, whatever the hell that is. This guy's a sociopathic wannabe arsonist that wants attention because his mother never gave him enough affection or his pop locked him in a closet or something. Don't waste your time.
So far he's done nothing but pass empty threats, taunts, and ravings.

We won't know that for sure until we hear from Ron...

Greetin's From Maine

Well, since I was PM'd by Ron today, I guess he's alive and well. That means that half pint, little shit couldn't pull off his grand threat. Personally, I would have enjoyed Ron breakin the crazy SOB into itty bitty pieces. Bring The Pain Ron!

Sorry KT, but it sucks to right all the time. The doushe bage hasn't been heard from since yesterday, so lets assume he got smart and ran away cryin'. If he shows up again, we find his sorry ass and mud stomp it flat. I don't know bout the rest of you, but his taunts were gettin'
old fast.

Happy Huntin'

Greetin's from Hell....


Wonder how razor's eyes are doing...


Did You sleep well Ronnie.

Come, Ru-kobito, come and test yourself

You want a challenge?

I Challenge you bokokoro.

Your might at it's highest cannot match the power of a single falling cherry blossom.

I deem you to be a flawed blade.

I declare you Eta, oath-spewer.

My eyes are fine, and not the only thing I see with, thank you very fuckin' much.

Hey Dwarf Your hounds were put down care to try your luck.

You must enjoy threatening little children don't you you deranged psyho. You want to play in the big leagues is that it. Then lets play.

Just take I-95 to the New England Coastal Highway 1A to exit 13 - Old Cove Road. Follow it to the very end, over the coered bridge. Ill be then one with the 8 Gauge Double Barrel aimed at you fricken face!

Shadowstalker wrote:Hey Dwarf Your hounds were put down care to try your luck.

Many more where they came from. Hell's Hall's are full of very hungry poochies.


They are but a small token of what I can send your way.


Have you checked your pockets lately?

Holister wrote:You must enjoy threatening little children don't you you deranged psyho. You want to play in the big leagues is that it. Then lets play.

Just take I-95 to the New England Coastal Highway 1A to exit 13 - Old Cove Road. Follow it to the very end, over the coered bridge. Ill be then one with the 8 Gauge Double Barrel aimed at you fricken face!

Greetin's from Hell (that just sticks you in the gizzard don't it Gumshoe?)


Aim away sonny. Ive been in your house already. When is the last time you checked your oven???


I baked it myself.

Dude, he crapped in your oven?

Kolya wrote:Dude, he crapped in your oven?

It's much more delicious than crap.


Holyster is going to wish he hadn't opened it.

NAIN ROUGE wrote:It's much more delicious than crap.

:?

Check out your cupboard Kolya...

I have a cupboard? Oh here it is....

Hey now, let the little sun burnt midget (or is it "little person") have his fun verbally. You all aint scared of this reject from clown school are you?

No not scared in the least thou he should be. Oh by the way nice try but no cigar, care to make a personel apperance, you'll get a warm reception.

Been beating my head against the wall realizing how stupid I am for not realzing it sooner. Red Dwarf....Red Cap. You are a fae, one of the things that go bump in the night and dyes its cap red with the blood of innocents. Not sure what your name is, but got your race down...I hope.

Yeah, sounds about right. I've been pegging this bastard as an Unseelie for a while, but I haven't been referring to my notes. He has said nothing against my claims, and has only boasted that iron doesn't work against him.

We may be dealing with a second Ironshoes. If that's the case, you and I should still have abilities to take him down. He seemed to fear you when you were on the offensive, and our abilities do overlap at times...

Until further notice, I'm acting on the precept that he's a Dark Fae.

A. Pendragon wrote:Hey now, let the little sun burnt midget (or is it "little person") have his fun verbally. You all aint scared of this reject from clown school are you?

Pendragon, your feeble attempts to insult me are laughable at best.



You should know better.


You will have a visit soon.

very soon.

KonThaak wrote:Yeah, sounds about right. I've been pegging this bastard as an Unseelie for a while, but I haven't been referring to my notes. He has said nothing against my claims, and has only boasted that iron doesn't work against him.

We may be dealing with a second Ironshoes. If that's the case, you and I should still have abilities to take him down. He seemed to fear you when you were on the offensive, and our abilities do overlap at times...

Until further notice, I'm acting on the precept that he's a Dark Fae.

Faerie folk. Small hands , taste like cabbage. I used to love cabbage.

Until the bastard King Brian did what he did..... You are all on his side arent you????


I eat faeries for lunch.

I'm sure you do, Unseelie. Many of the Unseelie court do. After raping them for breakfast. I've heard that line before.

Or perhaps you'd like to claim to be a demon.

In either which case, I'm *still* waiting for you to come and face me. I came and challenged you, and you ignored it, telling me that either you feel I'm not worth your time (and since you've gone after...shall we say, greener pastures, I very much doubt that), or you fear me. Given the way you reacted to my cousin-in-beliefs, I'd see that as a possibility, too.

Or maybe you only go after the sick and injured, and know that I am neither.

Whatever the case, know that when I find you, the idea that Bert had will seem...oh, so very pleasant.

There are times, Mr. Dwarf, when I am not a very good druid... There are moments when I'm not a very good person at all. If you drive my friend Ben to murder Master Li, an eternity of imprisonment would seem a blessing compared to what you will suffer at my hands.

I've cut through ghouls with a mundane steel blade, dwarf. Ghouls, who are usually unharmed by such things.

I'll gladly gut you with my bare fucking hands.

...Heh. That is, provided Pendragon leaves anything of you for me to gut.