The Rabbits of Caerbannog Sign-Up Thread

[Nugog]

#27!

[proviisori]

#1!

[Nugog]

Yeah - but I don't think it will look very good when shrunk down to badge size...........

[RobWorham]

I don't know, it has merit......

[Nugog]

#34!

[theViking]

Originally posted by Methos from CFC
Methos signing up.

And theViking.

[RobWorham]

Welcome theViking, your hutch has a thatched roof and looks over a pond, where you can cast your gaze over all the activity on its placid surface.......

[Methos]

Originally posted by RobWorham
I don't know, it has merit......

to #34

[proviisori]

#34 with darker background so the bunny can be seen more clearly.

[Zoid]

Originally posted by RobWorham
I don't know, it has merit......

#34

[GeoModder]

Originally posted by proviisori
#34 with darker background so the bunny can be seen more clearly.

[Nugog]

theViking - Welcome!

[Lancer]

Lancer reporting for duty...

[Nugog]

Welcome Lancer!

Hopefully soon we will get a private forum - then start into the real discussions.

[Lancer]

Secrecy the word of the day, confusion to the enemy! Entering the great hall, handing off cloak and hat to the ancient manservant whose manner was that of a man who had served far greater than presently, Lt Lancer imagined he exuded confidence. There they were by god, the great men upon whose broad shoulders empire was founded, an now so grievously tested. Map tables strewn with all knowledge geographical, with dispositions of the strength of the nation portrayed, the grist of these same great men's mill.

Heady company indeed.

I was ready, of this I was sure. Trained in the early battles, promoted upon the deck of a sinking ship to the first rank of officer. I was ready for that which I knew, unsettled by that which I know not but which was to befall me that moment. For out of a group of young officers emerged a fellow of like rank carrying a common maids toilet brush who addressed me, "Lancer is it? Promoted when? "November this year" I replyed, and you are? "Jarvis, promoted in October, I'm the senior" he said with a smirk, and continued, "I have a mission for you Lancer, your first command as it were." With this he handed me the toilet brush. "What's this then!" I exclaimed. Jarvis was keen to share his news, "you are the most junior, you swab out the head. That brush is your first command. There's no rank allowed in this place below our much acclaimed attainment, this duty therefore falls to us, or to be more precise, to you. Follow the stench, there will you find..." his voice faded as distracted by a page he walked off.

...and so gentlemen began my carreer in this very hall more years hence than I care to share. As the duty passed from the shoulders of those who before me came, so it will one day fall to you. Be ready! Your empire needs you in this dark hour, this new foe knows no mercy, so we shall meet out his due upon him or struggle to the last ounce of strength of the last man to carry the flag of our fathers.

Let there be no quitters here among the wabbits.

[RobWorham]

Originally posted by Lancer
Secrecy the word of the day, confusion to the enemy! Entering the great hall, handing off cloak and hat to the ancient manservant whose manner was that of a man who had served far greater than presently, Lt Lancer imagined he exuded confidence. There they were by god, the great men upon whose broad shoulders empire was founded, an now so grievously tested. Map tables strewn with all knowledge geographical, with dispositions of the strength of the nation portrayed, the grist of these same great men's mill.

Heady company indeed.

I was ready, of this I was sure. Trained in the early battles, promoted upon the deck of a sinking ship to the first rank of officer. I was ready for that which I knew, unsettled by that which I know not but which was to befall me that moment. For out of a group of young officers emerged a fellow of like rank carrying a common maids toilet brush who addressed me, "Lancer is it? Promoted when? "November this year" I replyed, and you are? "Jarvis, promoted in October, I'm the senior" he said with a smirk, and continued, "I have a mission for you Lancer, your first command as it were." With this he handed me the toilet brush. "What's this then!" I exclaimed. Jarvis was keen to share his news, "you are the most junior, you swab out the head. That brush is your first command. There's no rank allowed in this place below our much acclaimed attainment, this duty therefore falls to us, or to be more precise, to you. Follow the stench, there will you find..." his voice faded as distracted by a page he walked off.

...and so gentlemen began my carreer in this very hall more years hence than I care to share. As the duty passed from the shoulders of those who before me came, so it will one day fall to you. Be ready! Your empire needs you in this dark hour, this new foe knows no mercy, so we shall meet out his due upon him or struggle to the last ounce of strength of the last man to carry the flag of our fathers.

Let there be no quitters here among the wabbits.

Yeah, wot he said!!!!

[RobWorham]

And welcome Lancer, your hutch has been made from an upturned rowing boat. You are situated on the banks of the pond, so have easy access should you wish to have a morning paddle......

Oh, and don't worry, you have a young bunny to give your head a regular clean too............

[AdamTG02]

Originally posted by Lancer
...and so gentlemen began my carreer in this very hall more years hence than I care to share.

More years in the future than you care to share?

Seriously, though, welcome.

[RobWorham]

Team email :

cuddly dotty killers atta gmail dotty com

[Chuckman]

I offer up my skills at eeking out cultural victories with the lowest score possible.

[RobWorham]

Welcome mate!!!

Chuckman, your hutch is rather unusual. Perched in the highest branch of an old oak tree you have commanding views over our lands far and wide.
Lugging the foraging up to your abode is a royal pain in the derriere, but it's all about location, location, location........

[RobWorham]

Team members, please vote for one of the following two team icons.....

A : Killer Rabbit

[RobWorham]

B : White Rabbit

[RobWorham]

It's a B for me!!!

[Zoid]

Hmmm, either

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Recall Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the door knob said:
"FEED YOUR HEAD

FEED your head"

or

[clop clop clop]
[whinny whinny]
GALAHAD:
They're nervous, sire.
ARTHUR:
Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!
TIM:
Behold the cave of Caerbannog!
ARTHUR:
Right! Keep me covered.
GALAHAD:
What with?
ARTHUR:
W-- just keep me covered.
TIM:
Too late!
[dramatic chord]
ARTHUR:
What?
TIM:
There he is!
ARTHUR:
Where?
TIM:
There!
ARTHUR:
What, behind the rabbit?
TIM:
It is the rabbit.
ARTHUR:
You silly sod!
TIM:
What?
ARTHUR:
You got us all worked up!
TIM:
Well, that's no ordinary rabbit!
ARTHUR:
Ohh.
TIM:
That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
ROBIN:
You tit! I soiled my armour I was so scared!
TIM:
Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
GALAHAD:
Get stuffed!
TIM:
He'll do you up a treat, mate.
GALAHAD:
Oh, yeah?
ROBIN:
You mangy Scots git!
TIM:
I'm warning you!
ROBIN:
What's he do, nibble your bum?
TIM:
He's got huge, sharp-- eh-- he can leap about-- look at the bones!
ARTHUR:
Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
BORS:
Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!
TIM:
Look!
[squeak]
BORS:
Aaaugh!
[dramatic chord]
[clunk]
ARTHUR:
Jesus Christ!
TIM:
I warned you!
ROBIN:
I done it again!
TIM:
I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them--
ARTHUR:
Oh, shut up!
TIM:
Do they listen to me?
ARTHUR:
Right!
TIM:
Oh, no...
KNIGHTS:
Charge!
[squeak squeak squeak]
KNIGHTS:
Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh!, etc.
ARTHUR:
Run away! Run away!
KNIGHTS:
Run away! Run away!...
TIM:
Ha ha ha ha! Ha haw haw! Ha! Ha ha!
ARTHUR:
Right. How many did we lose?
LAUNCELOT:
Gawain.
GALAHAD:
Ector.
ARTHUR:
And Bors. That's five.
GALAHAD:
Three, sir.
ARTHUR:
Three. Three. And we'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.
ROBIN:
Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
ARTHUR:
Oh, shut up and go and change your armour.
GALAHAD:
Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.
ARTHUR:
Like what?
GALAHAD:
Well... ooh.
LAUNCELOT:
Have we got bows?
ARTHUR:
No.
LAUNCELOT:
We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
ARTHUR:
Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
MONKS: [chanting]
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
ARTHUR:
How does it, um-- how does it work?
LAUNCELOT:
I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR:
Consult the Book of Armaments!
BROTHER MAYNARD:
Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
SECOND BROTHER:
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD:
Skip a bit, Brother.
SECOND BROTHER:
And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
MAYNARD:
Amen.
KNIGHTS:
Amen.
ARTHUR:
Right!
One!... Two!... Five!
GALAHAD:
Three, sir!
ARTHUR:
Three!
[angels sing]
[boom]

I think I must go for A! No Psychedelic Playboy Bunnies!

[FeMme]

Originally posted by Methos from CFC
Nice to see your back Fed!

Welcome back fed!!!

It's great to see you on Poly again after such a long absence.

[FeMme]

Originally posted by theViking


And theViking.

Welcome

[FeMme]

My vote goes to B.

[FeMme]

Originally posted by GeoModder
Okay, no other team seems in a hurry to recruit, so I can as well play Seventh of Nine here.

Woot!!! We've got Geo on our team!!!


Welcome also to Lancer (nice speech ) and Chuckman.

[Lancer]

Originally posted by AdamTG02


More years in the future than you care to share?

Seriously, though, welcome.

I believe in the ancient usage that hence was past, henceforth, forward.

Not really sure tho, so perhaps you have me there.

Thanks all for the warm welcome. I hope we can take this show on the road soon.