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Post by Avelon on Aug 20, 2006 22:23:13 GMT -5
Zade, I challenge you to a duel! We shall mince words: our blades, poetry; our shields, wit! Where our blades meet, hearts will be captured and subsequently broken! Lesser men will tremble and quiver as their primordial instinct to become emo under such an onslaught struggles to encompass their minds! We shall create a maelstrom of text; a tempest of words which will shake the very foundation of randomosity this forum is built upon!
Do you accept my challenge?
EDIT: We decided the subject of the debate we planned wasn't subjective or controversial enough for a good debate. Instead, we will battle it out in the form of Western poetry.
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Post by Zade on Aug 20, 2006 22:28:42 GMT -5
I accept sir, and while before the sun rises in the east once more I shall most assuredly disagree with what you shall say, I am pleased that on this ground we may speak freely.
What, may I ask, shall be the format of this duel?
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Post by Avelon on Aug 20, 2006 22:30:44 GMT -5
As the defender, the right of terms is yours. I present no conditions as part of my challenge; thus, from poetry to vicious debate, the choice of battleground is yours.
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Post by Zade on Aug 20, 2006 23:58:48 GMT -5
Very well, in that case I challenge you to a debate, concerning the four elements which govern our very world!
Wind, fire, water, and earth.
Which is the best? Which is the worst? What are the pros and cons of each?
Through this battle, perhaps the answer can be revealed!
Edit: Gaze upon this field and learn, onlookers: That? That right there? That's what we call a bad idea. After discussing, we have agreed to forget I ever said that. >_>
As said previously, the format shall be...Western Poetry! (I'm already rhyming. Oh yeah. This will be epic)
The format shall be a four-line stanza, in the pattern of 1-2-1-2. Or, if you're feeling particularly bold, you could go with 2-1-2-1. The choice is yours.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 22, 2006 1:21:09 GMT -5
Let it be known that it was actually...my idea. v_v I have killed the part of my mind that came up with it and buried it alongside my humanity. It will not happen again.
Now then, as challenger I claim the right to the first blow!
...or in this case, the right to the first poem. This shall indeed be epic.
Lightning danced and thunder roared
as Avelon watched his foe draw near.
Baring steel, he raised his sword,
"YOUR MOM," his voice carried to Zade's ears.
Hey, we've gotta throw in SOME random unseriousness. Jest'll get mad if we don't. =(
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Post by Zade on Aug 22, 2006 22:24:57 GMT -5
Zade scoffed at the baseless taunt,
And approached without fear.
His will resolute, his form gaunt,
He readied his weapon: the Frozen Spear.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 23, 2006 1:33:03 GMT -5
Lightning fast, the swordsman struck;
Like thunder was his battle cry.
Matching blows of skill and luck,
he set his jaw; prepared to die.
(Seriously? The man frags me as often in UT from luck as he does from skill...his luck is batnuts insane)
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Post by Zade on Aug 23, 2006 16:55:33 GMT -5
Zade drew back;
a moment's retreat,
then aimed his attack,
and stabbed at Ave's feet.
(All you need is Luck)
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Post by Avelon on Aug 24, 2006 18:36:36 GMT -5
Hopping back to save his soles,
Avelon held his sword arm right.
Calm outside, but eyes dark holes,
he glowered at Zade through a flash of light.
(And epic poses)
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dubey
Worthy to be consumed by Monkeys.
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Post by dubey on Apr 10, 2007 8:32:51 GMT -5
and . . . . who won cumon
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