Desolation Row Dilemma

[ormuzd]

ah, yes, the statue which they build to attract more nomads joining their brothers. The funny pile of stone they proudly call a statue.

Thank you for the reminder.

[Golden Bear]

The gates of Babylon have opened and the people have greeted me with flowers and sweet wine.

I have been given to understand that the BOH pile of rocks was intended to attract food, err, pigeons rather than to represent "art."


Golden Bear

[Paddy]

/me and Mr Scraps shake their heads

You may have forgotten the wonders that the Horde brings to the world...

Best though that you remember some respect. and indeed be happy that you have not felt the wrath of our Ancient Cavalry.

[Golden Bear]

Well, yes, yes, of course we all tremble in fear at the thought of the approaching Horde. Tremble, tremble.

And we have seen the nice propaganda painting that your captured artisans made.

However, I have heard, mind you I would not think this myself, but I have HEARD that even the denizens have taken to calling that pile of rubble, "Old pigeon trap."

Apparently they feel (not I, I hasten to assure you) that the, err, statue, has been so covered by the slimy effuscence of BOH dinners-to-be that locals are calling it "SOC" rather than "SOZ."

Of course, I am only relating these stories to you, good friend Paddy, so that you may take appropriate actions regarding your starving serfs... forgive me, your cheerful populace.

Your good friend as always,

Golden Bear

[Golden Bear]

One also wonders if our Friend Lord Nuclear pauses to read his PM or whether he would care to share an email address with our humble selves.


Golden Bear

[Rubychaser]

Originally posted by Golden Bear
Well, yes, yes, of course we all tremble in fear at the thought of the approaching Horde. Tremble, tremble.

And we have seen the nice propaganda painting that your captured artisans made.

However, I have heard, mind you I would not think this myself, but I have HEARD that even the denizens have taken to calling that pile of rubble, "Old pigeon trap."

Apparently they feel (not I, I hasten to assure you) that the, err, statue, has been so covered by the slimy effuscence of BOH dinners-to-be that locals are calling it "SOC" rather than "SOZ."

Of course, I am only relating these stories to you, good friend Paddy, so that you may take appropriate actions regarding your starving serfs... forgive me, your cheerful populace.

Your good friend as always,

Golden Bear

Your manners need work. ####################. Time for you to portray the same approach in your public speech. If you choose to insult the Horde, our works and wonders, do not come crawling around with flattery and sweet words in your private messages.

Your pressence has never been seen in our capital, so do not share your stories of falsehood. Your nation is the one that is at war with mine, and I look to the day when you are gone from this place.

You say our population is starving, in that you are so correct, they starve for the sight of your leadership nailed to the crosses of justice.

Where is your courage, stuck in your quill I assume. Or do you have the might of a sword and shield?

If not, be gone with your insolence.

If so, bring forth your legions, and let us do battle

I am Ruby Chaser, Brigadier General of the Rock Hound Brigade
Khanate Prince of Death Valley Province

Golden Bear, my Brigade stands ready to meet you in battle

My Province is that closest to your nation.

If you have the courage to back up your words, I am ready.

[Golden Bear]

Fine sir, I apologize humbly for any misunderstanding. We are not a warlike people. I was indeed merely attempting to help your powerful nation.

Our work is for all people, not just for ourselves.

We do indeed tremble at the mere mention of your name.

And indeed I may have seen your capitol as I wandered this land of wonder before finding my home.

But a thought does occur to this small and humble person. Have you nothing to offer except threats? Our philosophers suggest, not that this could apply to you, but they do suggest that one so violent in their assertions of superiority might be, how shall I put this nicely, umm, compensating for something else they lack.

As you say, my quill is perhaps the only tool I have available and I have no deception to myself about how small or mighty a weapon it might be. No, we are not worth your notice at all. We are mice where you are lions! (Lions are big creatures with huge teeth, in case you have not been told of them yet).

Please never mistake our true affection for your mighty selves.

I bow, I scrape, I prostrate myself before your mightiness.

[Rubychaser]

/me growls deep within his throat

You insult me, insult my nation, and then feel offended that I call you out for battle.

I lack only your blood on my sword.

Your affection has been with twisted words and running mouths many times.

Even as you call yourself a mouse, you still twist your words to through insults.

Gather your weapons I say, gather your sword and shield, take to your horse and come do battle.

[Golden Bear]

No, No! Never insults to your magnificent self.

Perhaps it is merely that you are so unfamiliar with the written word because of your only recent familiarity with that possibility. Or do you use a captured scribe who twists what he/she reads so as to cause friction between our friendly peoples?

I do not take offense. One in my position is not allowed that luxury. Hmm, sword and shield? I fear not. My lot is not as a warrior but as an observer and commentator. Such as I are only tools for mighty You!

(more scraping, bowing and such all)

[marcuspeddle]

Golden Bear, your team mates are going to do you over for scraping and bowing to the enemy.

[Micha]

Golden Bear, this is marvellous!

"tremble, tremble"