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Pontification at its finest, a complicatory thread; Gimme a sentence, any sentence.
Topic Started: Sep 25 2008, 02:29 PM (1,484 Views)
zeph
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And now for the epic one that i was waiting for. (lolz)
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Certainly dear chum, yes indeed! If i were to presently attach this red wire to th- BLAST! CONFOUND IT!
Bsw_Hunter, the formerly human station worker that was unfortunately infested with a bio-engineered strain of Cyo parasites but fortunately proceeded to gain no spawns has rather accidentaly killed himself in rather a most spectacular fashion, rather like Hitler in the clip above.
The race of homo sapiens has had their inevitable extinction momentarily postponed, hurrah!
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Yes indeed my good sir, quite certainly! If i were to momentairily connect this scarlet shaded copper wire to th- ZOUNDS! EGAD! A troublesome turn of events indeed! I-
Bsw_Hunter of the infe clan, a group consisting of players of the popular passtime warcraft 3, located in the subsection of lordaeron, the now infected former station maintenance and military practitioner aboard the station in which a large portion of the warcraft 3 game parasite two is played has, by dint of carelessness, destroyed his avatar in a rather impressive fashion, mixing two chemicals together which resulted in an ear-splitting explosion witnessed by all aboard, anihillated utterly simply by the act of connecting wires in a rather unadvisable array, an act that must make us question our own mortallity and ease of losing it, much like the Furor shown several forum posts above this one, on the previous page, located under the topic of this posts own.
The homo sapiens aboard the aforementioned station has temporarily staved off their untimeley demise, atleast until the next time the game is played.


Thankyou, and goodnight :P
Edited by zeph, Oct 6 2008, 12:15 PM.
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zeph
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Dusterk? Your trying to get zeph to pontificate his pontification?!?!
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Dusterk, my dear fellow, are you actually attempting to have the brilliant, indefatiegable original poster commit his speciality towards one of his own previous acts of pontification?!
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b5whun13r
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Too damn old for this shit
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zeph
Oct 6 2008, 12:13 PM
And now for the epic one that i was waiting for. (lolz)
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Certainly dear chum, yes indeed! If i were to presently attach this red wire to th- BLAST! CONFOUND IT!
Bsw_Hunter, the formerly human station worker that was unfortunately infested with a bio-engineered strain of Cyo parasites but fortunately proceeded to gain no spawns has rather accidentaly killed himself in rather a most spectacular fashion, rather like Hitler in the clip above.
The race of homo sapiens has had their inevitable extinction momentarily postponed, hurrah!
~~~~~~~
Yes indeed my good sir, quite certainly! If i were to momentairily connect this scarlet shaded copper wire to th- ZOUNDS! EGAD! A troublesome turn of events indeed! I-
Bsw_Hunter of the infe clan, a group consisting of players of the popular passtime warcraft 3, located in the subsection of lordaeron, the now infected former station maintenance and military practitioner aboard the station in which a large portion of the warcraft 3 game parasite two is played has, by dint of carelessness, destroyed his avatar in a rather impressive fashion, mixing two chemicals together which resulted in an ear-splitting explosion witnessed by all aboard, anihillated utterly simply by the act of connecting wires in a rather unadvisable array, an act that must make us question our own mortallity and ease of losing it, much like the Furor shown several forum posts above this one, on the previous page, located under the topic of this posts own.
The homo sapiens aboard the aforementioned station has temporarily staved off their untimeley demise, atleast until the next time the game is played.


Thankyou, and goodnight :P
Lulz that was epic.
Moar plx.
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darvarda93
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Why aren't they in DoW2?
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Ok Zeph, You are now officially insane.

Kthxbai
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Sephiroth
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Zeph is a madman of littriture made manifest....

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pontificate that!
o and yes i spelt littriture wrong
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darvarda93
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Why aren't they in DoW2?
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Shush! Spell Literature right otherwise he'll tell you off!
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DarknessPrince
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Just to waste Zephs time:

Gatsby was walking back from a visit down in Branton Hill's manufacturing district on a Saturday night. A busy day's traffic had had its noisy run; and with not many folks in sight, His Honour got along without having to stop to grasp a hand, or talk; for a mayor out of City Hall is a shining mark for any politician. And so, coming to Broadway, a booming bass drum and sounds of singing, told of a small Salvation Army unit carrying on amidst Broadway's night shopping crowds. Gatsby , walking towards that group, saw a young girl, back toward him, just finishing a long, soulful oration.
Edited by DarknessPrince, Oct 7 2008, 10:48 PM.
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Lol at dust and darv.

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Gatsby was walking back from a visit down in Branton Hill's manufacturing district on a Saturday night. A busy day's traffic had had its noisy run; and with not many folks in sight, His Honour got along without having to stop to grasp a hand, or talk; for a mayor out of City Hall is a shining mark for any politician. And so, coming to Broadway, a booming bass drum and sounds of singing, told of a small Salvation Army unit carrying on amidst Broadway's night shopping crowds. Gatsby , walking towards that group, saw a young girl, back toward him, just finishing a long, soulful oration.
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(firstly: big screen helps, I should reply full screen more often :O)
The subject of this thrilling yarn was casually strolling homeward after enjoying a trip to the manufacturing district of Branton Hill, the vicinity this enthralling tale takes place in, on one saturday night. The deplorable traffic had long since cleared by this dismal hour; and there was a fortunate lack of hooligans and riffraff roaming the mayors intended trajectory- not once was he forced by social ruling to postpone his journey and waste his valuable and important time attending to the laymans need for conversation or tomfoolery- a man of his political import was considered a flashing beacon for any of his collegues, and it was rare that he ran the full length of his journey without atleast a single nusance cropping up. But to return to the matter at hand: as the venerable mayor neared the theatrical atmosphere of the beloved and reknowned Broadway, he enjoyed the resounding thump of a bass drum, while the sweet music of the proffessional vocalist reached his ears, enlightening the politician of a rather lackluster Salvation Army group which preformed their act of choice amidst the crowds of the wonderous place, as the soft light of the night sky filtered through the towering city apartments. Our dear politician, continuing his ardous journey in the direction of the aforementioned preformers, noticed a child, caring nothing for his station by having her back to him, concluding the crescendo of a longwinded and heartfelt admonition to the captive audience.
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Rawr.
Edited by zeph, Oct 10 2008, 08:23 AM.
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darvarda93
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First one...H.G Wells.

Second one...Harper Lee.
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b5whun13r
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Here a tricky one for ya

Storm, Earth and Fire... Heed my call...

I am the son of the wind and rain,
Thunder beckons and I heed the call.
Take my time upon this day,
In battle I will fall.


Hear me brothers gather up the wolves, (howl)
To battle, we will ride.
Wardrums echo the beating heart,
Pounding from inside.


STORM
Black clouds fill the sky...
EARTH
Hear my battle cry...
FIRE
Thunder will bring forth...
DEATH
From the power of the Horde...


Farseer to the Warsong clan,
To no matter will I kneel.
Feel the power and the energy,
For the black blood, honor and steel.


I feel the fire burning in my veins,
Lightning strikes at my command.
By storm and earth, axe and fire,
We come to claim this land.


STORM
Black clouds fill the sky.
EARTH
Hear my battle cry.
FIRE
Thunder will bring forth...
DEATH
From the power of the Horde...


-guitar solo-


Yeeeeaaaahhhh!


Surrounded by the enemy,
The wolf among the hounds.
Thunder turns to silence it-
Took the hundred to bring me down.


Wolf brothers falling at my side,
With honor I will die.
Upon the Altar of the Storms,
I will be reborn.


STORM
Black clouds fill the sky.
EARTH
I hear my battle cry.
FIRE
Thunder will bring forth...
DEATH
For I have been reborn.




STORM
EARTH
FIRE
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