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My Lucky Day « Result #1 on Mar 16, 2009, 8:24pm »
tell me what you saw that was so bad tell me all the reasons why you made me so sad i wish that i was like you and i'm sorry that i'm not at least i still have hope i guess that's all i've got [chorus]: i know you must be happy thrilled that i'm not there yet i know that i will make it make it good for me out here and soon i will be smiling everything will be okay i'll not worry anymore that will be my lucky day i wish that you'd seen something special 'bout me too that you would think of something else not just the way i look to you i don't see what you see how different can i be and why does it really matter i'm just being me [chorus]: i know you must be happy thrilled that i'm not there yet i know that i will make it make it good for me out here and soon i will be smiling everything will be okay i'll not worry anymore that will be my lucky day i don't see what you see how different can i be and why does it really matter i'm just being me
A Christmas Fancy « Result #2 on Mar 16, 2009, 8:24pm »
Early on Christmas Day, Love, as awake I lay, And heard the Christmas bells ring sweet and clearly, My heart stole through the gloom Into your silent room, And whispered to your heart, `I love you dearly.' There, in the dark profound, Your heart was sleeping sound, And dreaming some fair dream of summer weather. At my heart's word it woke, And, ere the morning broke, They sang a Christmas carol both together. Glory to God on high! Stars of the morning sky, Sing as ye sang upon the first creation, When all the Sons of God Shouted for joy abroad, And earth was laid upon a sure foundation. Glory to God again! Peace and goodwill to men, And kindly feeling all the wide world over, Where friends with joy and mirth Meet round the Christmas hearth, Or dreams of home the solitary rover. Glory to God! True hearts, Lo, now the dark departs, And morning on the snow-clad hills grows grey. Oh, may love's dawning light Kindled from loveless night, Shine more and more unto the perfect day! by Robert Fuller Murray
Trip To Europe « Result #3 on Mar 16, 2009, 8:17pm »
A beautiful young New York woman was so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the ocean. But just before she could throw herself from the docks, a handsome young sailor stopped her.
"You have so much to live for," said the sailor. "Look, I¡¯m off to Europe tomorrow and I can stow you away on my ship. I¡¯ll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy."
With nothing to lose, combined with the fact that she had always wanted to go to Europe, the woman accepted. That night the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. From then on, every night he would bring her three sandwiches and make love to her until dawn.
Three weeks later she was discovered by the captain during a routine inspection.
"What are you doing here?" asked the captain.
"I have an arrangement with one of the sailors," she replied. "He brings me food and I get a free trip to Europe. Plus he¡¯s screwing me."
"He certainly is," replied the captain. "This is the Staten Island Ferry".
Three young women are at a cocktail party. The conversation turns to their position in life and it's clear that they are trying to one-up each other.
The first one says, "My husband is taking me to the French Riviera for two weeks on vacation," and then looks at the others with a superior demeanor.
The second one says, "Well, my husband just bought me a new Mercedes," and looks about with considerable pride.
Number three says, "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, we don't have much money and we don't have any material possessions. However, one thing I can tell you about my husband is that thirteen canaries can stand shoulder to shoulder on his erect penis."
After this, the first one looks shamefaced and says, "Girls, I've got a confession to make. I was just trying to impress you. You know that vacation I was telling you about? Well, it's not to the French Riviera, it's to my parents house for two weeks."
The second one says, "Your honesty has shamed me. It's not a Mercedes, he bought me a Plymouth."
"Well," the third one says, "I also have a confession to make, canary number thirteen has to stand on one leg!"
Colorful Shades of Gray « Result #5 on Mar 1, 2009, 9:42pm »
Moths are very ugly creatures. At least that is what I always thought until a reliable source told me otherwise. When I was about five or six years old, my brother Joseph and I stayed overnight at our Aunt Linda¡¯s house,wow power leveling our favorite relative. She spoke to us like adults, and she always had the best stories.
Joseph was only four years old, and still afraid of the dark, so Aunt Linda left the door open and the hall light on when she tucked us in to bed. Joe couldn¡¯t sleep, so he just lay there staring at the ceiling. Just as I dozed off to sleep, he woke me up and asked, ¡°Jennie, what are those ugly things near the light?¡±(I had always liked that he asked me questions because wow gold I was older and supposed to know the answers. I didn¡¯t always know the answers, of course, but I could always pretend I did.) He was pointing to the moths fluttering around the hall light. ¡°They¡¯re just moths, go to sleep,¡± I told him.
He wasn¡¯t content with that answer,wow power leveling or the moths near his night light, so the next time my Aunt walked by the door he asked her to make the ugly moths go away. When she asked why, he said simply, ¡°Because they¡¯re ugly and scary, and I don¡¯t like them! ¡±She just laughed, rubbed his head, and said, ¡°Joe just because something is ugly outside doesn¡¯t mean it¡¯s not beautiful inside. Do you know why moths are brown?¡± Joe just shook his head.
¡°Moths are the most beautiful animals in the animal kingdom. At one time they were more colorful than the butterflies. They have always been helpful, kind, and generous creatures. One day the angels up in heaven were crying. They were sad because it was cloudy and they couldn¡¯t look down upon the people on earth. Their tears fell down to the earth as rain. The sweet little moths hated to see everyone so sad. They decided to make a rainbow.wow power leveling The moths figured that if they asked their cousins, the butterflies, to help, they could all give up just a little bit of their colors and they could make a beautiful rainbow.
One of the littlest moths flew to ask the queen of the butterflies for help. The butterflies were too vain and selfish to give up any of their colors for neither the people nor the angels. So, the moths decided to try to make the rainbow themselves. They beat their wings very hard and the powder on them formed little clouds that the winds smoothed over like glass. Unfortunately, the rainbow wasn¡¯t big enough so the moths kept giving a little more and a little more until the rainbow stretched all the way across the sky. They had given away all their color except brown, which didn¡¯t fit into their beautiful rainbow.
Now the once colorful moths were plain and brown. The angels up in heaven saw the rainbow, and became joyous.wow gold They smiled and the warmth of their smiles shown down on the earth as sunshine. The
warm sunshine made the people on earth happy and they smiled, too. Now every time it rains the baby moths, who still have their colors, spread them across the sky to make more rainbows.¡±
My brother sank off to sleep with that story and hasn¡¯t feared moths since. The story my aunt told us had been gathering dust in the back corners of my brain for years,wow gold but recently came back to me.
I have a friend named Abigail who always wears gray clothes. She is also one of the most kind and generous people I¡¯ve ever met. When people ask her why she doesn¡¯t wear more colors she just smiles, that smile, and says, ¡°Gray is my color.¡± She knows herself and she doesn¡¯t compromise that to appease other people. Some may see her as plain like a moth, but I know that underneath the gray, Abigail is every color of the rainbow.
Alaska's Best « Result #6 on Jan 1, 2007, 2:59am »
You can be a horse, dog, cat or human, In this game each member needs the other, for instance all jobs are open, these are a few of them
JUDGE COP DOCTOR VET MUSHERS (these will always be needed) BUILDER REAL ESTATE AGENT
and many more you do not have to get a job, but its is looking to be a promissing site, all mod positions are open! There will even be a Second admin! please just come and look at it at the least, here is the link, I am very active and will be on almost daily http://alskasbest.proboards91.com/index.cgi
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Re: Atlas « Result #7 on Sept 17, 2006, 1:38am »
Drums caught a sound that caused his ears to perk. A female voice had been released into the air, and neck would turn to bring his eyes and their host skull in the general direction. Nostrils inhaled the air which still smelt of human. It was stale, but not gone. The scent was accompanied by that of another equine. She probably wasn't that far away. Entire dappled structured turned. His legs burned, but the curiousity that tickled the tips of his ears seemed to diminish the pain.
Slow, painful steps gained terra as he moved in the direction of the voice. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, wounded as he was, but Atlas didn't always perfectly potray the abundant amount of sense in his head. Guess one probably shouldn't call him smart then, eh?
He came out and into the open, leaving the cover a small building had provided. Not far off, was a mare.
Atlas' expression remained blank, and he just stood there. Stupidly? Maybe. But maybe he was just being a little bit careful. It was something he hadn't exercised to much in a while.
Black daggers kicked up dirt, clouding the dizzying pattern of her legs with a thick rolling fog of dust. Her useless carcass rolled smoothly with her gaining strides. Upon reaching the deserted again she slowed, her cloud settling, defining the existing prints even more.
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Do You Like What You See? « Result #14 on Aug 30, 2006, 8:41pm »
Well, I just updated the site, if that isn't obvious and I'd like to know what you think. Also, I need to know if it fits on your screen. I have a monster huge one so it's hard for me to judge. But anyway, any comments, questions, concerns?
New Feature « Result #15 on Aug 30, 2006, 2:59pm »
The Activity Center had been launched, an attempt to enhance the activity in the game and lure new members! Read about it in that section and throw any comments or suggestions at me on the "Comments, Questions, Suggestions" board. I would be glad to hear 'em!
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Format « Result #16 on Aug 30, 2006, 12:39pm »
Subject title will be: "Username's Credits"
First posts can have totals or something in it or can just be empty. Doesn't matter.
The following posts will have this for credits:
Code:
'+/-' '# of credits' for 'what was done to earn/lose credits' on 'date credit was earned/lost'
credits since last updated: '# of credits' total credits: 'total # of credits'
Every week or so I will update the credit count in your mini profile. When I do, I will post under your post saying I updated it or something. After I do, start with zero in the credits since last updated field for my ease.
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Re: Risky's Return [ish] « Result #17 on Aug 30, 2006, 9:26am »
Nope. Not yet. But I never made a rule against cross-race claiming, in case that intrests you. Hopefully we'll be getting some new and active people willing to play stallions and other dark mares. I'm trying to advertising the game as best I can but it's not working.
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Rules Updated! « Result #19 on Aug 29, 2006, 10:29am »
Some rules were modified/changed/added!
"Your character has to be created before it exists. Simple enough, right? With the first character you create you must do a sample post and wait for my okay. Second and beyond you don't need it. Just don't make to many posts right off incase there is an issue." -- Instructions/General IC Rules
The URL below goes to the "Challenge" section of the rules. A few small changes were made. Nothing to to important. I made it sound more polite, and I added that if your having you challenge judge by someone else, just note how many posts should be made when the verdict is given.
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Atlas « Result #20 on Aug 28, 2006, 9:45am »
It wasn’t the first time the slim, dapple grey legs made a casual stride through the ghost town. Lean frame would not be expected of much strength, but the charcoal-shaded stallion had a lot of capacity you just didn’t see. He was built for speed and had a natural talent for stealth. Not that he had put much practice into fighting, he had only the experience that came from battles with his father, friends and various other family..
God, he missed them. It was depressing to see them leave. Sure, there were good-byes, but it didn’t help much.
Nostrils inhaled deeply, the oxygen reeked of two-leggers. Dirt and dust the colour of old ivory tickled his nose. He fought the pre-sneeze sensation. He thought he had it beat, but maybe it was just because he thought he fought it off that he sneezed anyway. The abundant powder lifted facilely off of every surface. Small smile touched the lips of the dapple-grey stallion as he recovered, pelt now the home for a thick coat of dust and grime. He shook his pelt, a wave of dust lifting and floating away, but it didn’t even dent the amount that had blanketed him.
Hooves left smeared imprints in the dirt and sand of the earth as perfunctory strides moved the stallion towards a two-legger building. Most of the buildings here were of brick, stone or wood, this one consisted of wood. It was slouched over as if it had just lost a loved one. If two-leggers’ home could love, chances are it probably did had lost one, the buildings on either sides were a pile of ruble. The door had come ajar by wind or other weather, but not fully so. He had to nudge it a bit so he could get in, and it swatted him on the ass as he entered the rather dull room. In it was a broken table, cabinets with doors fallen off the hinges and dusty counters. Nothing seemed to stand out right away. The floor squealed rudely under his hooves, it didn’t appreciate being used again, especially by someone of his weight, as small (for a horse) as that might be. There was a funny box in front of a worn and torn piece of furniture, he could see a dull reflection of his self. Somehow that was amusing. He made a cheesy smile and inspected his profile from every angle until he bumped it with his nose a little too hard and it crashed off the table it had been perched on. Surprised, Atlas had jumped back suddenly, his weight causing the deteriorating wood of the floor to collapse underneath him. Instinct told him to get out of there, and he had no objections. Several cuts had been opened when he fell into the floor, and more had come when he attempted to untangle his legs from the wooden mess. More floor shattered underneath him as he attempted to escape, more wounds finding his lower legs. He didn’t pay much attention, the grey stallion would tend to those once he got out of the death trap.
When he did, he was happy to find the wounds were restricted to his lower limbs, however, that was nothing compared to the pain. It hurt like hell. Blood soaked everything below his knees, he had plenty of cuts but nothing that looked too deep, but he couldn’t really tell now. Frown marked his maw, he’d have to head home now.
Pain pierced his body with every step, even at the sluggish pace he carried himself. There was a lot of pain ahead.
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