The F.U. G.S. party.

[UnOrthOdOx]

Just a quick generic idea to get it going, please all build on it, I'll be back later to add.:

HOW THE Glory of War STOLE the Peace deal
by The Glory of War

Every Stormian
Down in Estonia
Liked their peace deal a lot...

But the Warmongers,
Who lived just West of Estonia,
Did NOT!

The Warmongers hated Peace Deals! The whole peaceful posting!
No, they all liked their wars, and War Chickens for Roasting.
It could be that their heads weren't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that their armor was too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason to date
May have been that their stomachs lacked food on their plate.

And so on and so forth.

I'll look at it more...

[Hot_Enamel]

[GhengisFarbâ„¢]

This attempt at the second verse probably needs a little more tweaking.

But,
Whatever the reason,
Whether armor or tummy,
They went riding for chicken, it looking quite yummy,
Staring out from their hills with rumbling belly
At the plump clucking WarChickens and Stormian jelly.
For they knew that the enemy shared similiar vices:
Honor, Pride, original herbs and spices.

[UnOrthOdOx]

And into a trickey part....

"And they've called for a meeting!" Aggie proclaimed with a grin.
"Claiming a wish to ally, to help us to win!"
Then he growled with a curse mocking this greeting,
"I MUST find a poor soul, perhaps two, to attend to this meeting!"
For, the meeting, he knew...

...All those attending, Stormians or not
Would be stuck in the chatroom. Patiently awaiting to talk.
And then! Oh, the Talk! Oh, the Talk! Talk! Talk! Talk!
That's one thing he hated! The TALK! TALK! TALK! TALK!

Then the Stormians, and Warmongers alike, would sit down to hash.
And they'd hash! And they'd hash!
And they'd HASH! HASH! HASH! HASH!
They would start on the border, and who got the west or the east!
A concept that he knew some warmongers would not stand for, at least!

And THEN
They'd do something most appalling of all!
All Stormians present, or active at all
Would stand firm in their stance, no sign of bowing.
They'd stand so steadfast. "Roleplay must live" they'ld be vowing!

They'd vow! And they'd vow!
AND they'd VOW! VOW! VOW! VOW!
And the more King Aggie thought of the Stormian-Roleplay-Vow.
The more that he thought, "Why is this happening now?
"Why twas not long ago we gave them a chance or two!
I MUST send someone to keep their cool
...But WHO?"

Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
KING AGGIE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

"I know just who to send!" King Aggie grinned making for his PM box.
And he made a quick message to Master Zen and to 'dOx.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Warmonger team!
"With UnOrthOdOx and Zen, what info we could ream!"

errr...something.

[Aggie]

I like it.
Aggie

[Master Zen]

I LOVE it.
MZ

[UnOrthOdOx]

"I'll make up the outline..."
UnO exclaimed with some pride.
Believing in his heart, on organization all would ride.
And they sat there for hours....
when UnOrthOdOx finally said,
"Can we get to a point, I need to get to bed!"
For several hours he sat, digesting all that he read
Where GS took hours, UnO took five minutes instead.

THEN
With the chat all finished
The proposals wrote up
The Warmongers went home
And they slapped a vote up.

Then Ghengis cried out
"I can't live with this junk!
Just look over at Roleplay,
All Spain smells like skunk!"

um...yeah...

[UnOrthOdOx]

That's almost half way...

[GhengisFarbâ„¢]

How about "junk" instead of "funk"?

[UnOrthOdOx]

Better, I was having a tough time rhyming skunk, obviously.

(yes, I often write 'backwards' in this kind of thing)

[UnOrthOdOx]

It was out sideof Pamplona, down in some trees
GS forces had gathered, responding to Spain's pleas
But soon ND forces ran down and slaughtered with ease.
"Look down on all those chickens" Old King Aggie spat
"They're ripe for the plucking, we can't miss on that."

The warmongers flew from the Alamo with glee.
And joined in with ND in the mass killing spree.
They fought possessed, spurred on with hunger pain,
and soon the WarChickens were falling like rain.
Donegeal looked over the carnage, he knew what to do.
"These Chickens," he grinned, "Will be just great in a stew!"

They felt not but respect, as the War Chickens they plucked.
GS had fought hard, their choice of allies just sucked!
Nuggets! And Stews! Ratatouille! Buffalo Wings!
They ate Curry! Marsalla! Dijon! a la King!
And they stuffed all their faces. It all tasting quite yummy.
And they went to bed that night, each one with a full tummy!

And Darekill went out to the forum, with a poem he wrote.
He posted it up, not of ND meaning to gloat.
But OPD was watching and as quick as a flash.
"Why" he replied "do you guys keep posting this trash!"

This angered UnOrthOdOx, enough to make his lips quiver.
"Oh GS!" He went and shouted, "Go cry me a River!"

[Ennet]

great! finnished now, not? post it somewhere!

[UnOrthOdOx]

Oh hell no, Im only as far as the red in the original up there.

Little over half.

[Jon Shafer]

That's beautiful grumpy ol' 'dOx.

Couple things with your last segment though. Outside should be one word. Also, Spain's "plees" should be "pleas."

[UnOrthOdOx]

Thank you oh all seeing eye, and all knowing speller.