Another creative game

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Originally Posted by Nightshade

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jack the ripper....wait didnt he only attack prostitutes?
*raises eyebrows*
I am assuming no slur intended

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Well, this was Victorian England, and any other bodies found were sure to be "covered up" rather than embarass polite society. There were other, unidentified bodies found, one in the very basement of Scotland Yard, much to their dismay and shock! (I have several reference books on the crimes, including Patricia Cornwell's). Offically, they can't even make up their minds as to the number of victims. Traditionally there are five, all women of debatable morals. There could have been any number from four (some discount the double-homicide as both being committed by the "Ripper"), to more than ten, some respectable ladies.

But my dear lady, I am much too much of a gentleman to even suggest such an ugly slur about any lady! The point I'm trying to make is that the crime could not possibly be a "Ripper" crime, as the woman's body is found

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

draped in a shimmering cloak of jet

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rather than partially unclad and

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

When Inspector Lestrade of theYard pointed out that the young woman's thoat was unmarred, Holmes remained calm. "That," He replied loftily, "Is the courious incident! Come Watson, the game is afoot!"

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There is no blood,no disection of any sort is involved. Just a weird smile and a dead lady in Whitechaple. Even the date is wrong, I do not think there was a murder in October. So rest easy, Nightshade, dear lady, and don't haunt me! Arraaguugh! Avaunt! Avaunt! http://www.websmileys.com/sm/mad/boese014.gif

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

But my dear lady, I am much too much of a gentleman to even suggest such an ugly slur about any lady!

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I figured as much :D

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Originally Posted by Pen

So rest easy, Nightshade, dear lady, and don't haunt me! Arraaguugh! Avaunt! Avaunt!

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whjat not even a little you are a real kill joy Pen wait till your dead and on that note...
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We inturupt your regularly sceduled programs to bring you this news bullitien...
Today a mad man atttempted to single handedly with the assistance of a mere tin foil sword to slay the last remaining dragon who has now gone into protective custody and has left his usal residance at Dragon towers in the Welsh side of the Pennines.
The man was apparantly driven mad by 'voices" he claimed tormented him and urged the slaying of the last dragon.
He claims that a dragon must die to be reborn from the ashes
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actually thats not a very good death sorry pen :D

A middle aged writer calling himself David Pendragon, (we are fairly certain that is NOT his real name), reported to Scotland Yard last night that the flat he had recently rented in order to "write my stories in peace and quiet!" was haunted. "I just turned around, and she was kind of--just, THERE--, you know? A smiling lady in a flowing jet black cloak. Gave me a right start I can tell you!"

The Yard is suspicious of Pendragon, since despite his efforts to appear British, he is obviously a Yank. He also seemed to be wearing part of a suit of armor. The Chief brushed him off, but he was back in ten minutes. "I say, are you blokes going t' be all bleeding night? Now she's singing and combing 'er long hair! And that smile! It's enough to frighten the French! I bloody well want something done!" Here he waved a broadsword under the Cheif's nose, almost removing it.

The Yard had him dispatched to a sanitarium. In two hours he was back again: "'ere now! Un'and me, witless oafs!" He now was in full armor. "You've got t' get that spook outa me flat! She's giving me dragon a Conniption Fit! Fie, avaunt, spirit!"

He had another long sword, which we removed with difficulty, and locked him in the drunk tank. It didn't shut him up. "Arrrauugh! Naow she's in 'ere! Lord 'elp a poor old fool! Keep away! Keep away! Moby! Moby Dave! 'elp!" There were several unclear noises, and a smell of burnt metal.

We opened the tank. The bloke was gone! A smoking hole was burned through the wall of the cell. Then we heard his voice, somewhere above our heard. "Blimey! Well, m'lady, if you won't go away, we'll just 'ave to cut a deal. 'ow'd you like t' be in me next ghost story? Good enough. 'ome, Moby."

When the Yard called on Pendragon, he was at home, busy typing. "Whot d'yew want naow? She's a right friendly sort when you get to know 'er. Whot?
'ow'd I get out? I tol' you I 'ad a dragon, you know."

Off the record, this reporter did seem to see a smiling, ghostly lady standing near Pendragon as he typed, and the whole place smelled of brimstone.... :lol: :lol: :wave: :wave:

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oh Im crying....
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David Pendragon passed away today,
It happened coming back from Mandalay,
He was sharing with moby and they was jestin'
when that darned dragon delevloped indejestin'.
This brought on a fit of fiery burpin's
It would have bin better for all if he avoided them gerkins
But alass and alack for that poor chap
a large firy burp and that was that!
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humm not fantastic and Pen needs killing again ( ps mandaly is a curryhouse/chippy)

Twice upon a time, there lived a nice young girl named Night.
She had multicoloured hair, and supernaturally acute sight.
Well, it just so happens that one fine day,
Night went out to watch the butterflies play,
And to fill up her bucket with milk.
Strawberry Creek was an overlarge leak,
Expanded, as it were, by the rain;
As Night leaned over to scoop up some premium quality strawberry milk
A hand reached out and grabbed her! - pulling her down to a milkity death.
And that is the end of the sad story of the day Night passed away.
She will be missed.

(Can’t believe I haven’t been to this thread yet :lol: )

Scientists have made a new discovery! Late last night, they found the bones of a young man near the Wall of China. He seems to have been murdered by a sorceress- evidence: papyrus with writing on it.
One of the discoverers says in an interview: “The weird thing is that he seems to have been hatched from an egg…..this is something we’ve never seen before”

.....sorry..........

Breaking news~~~~~
In a bizzare chain of events a terrible jealous fight spiiled out between various of Samercury's avatars. Poor Sam got caught thring to stop them from hurting each other and she ended up caught in the sights of all their combined wierd sweat drop anime super powers.
She went up in dust now she will always be with us in the air we breathe.:D

To day rain wont stop for that the sky is weeping over the death of our good fellow Night.

Oh heart cry your sorrow
Oh eyes flood in tears
For Night left my life hollow
And empty for my soul she steals

The badly burned body of a man, dressed in the remains of a white robe, filiments of long white hair and beard still floating in the breeze, was found sitting in a stone doorway. At first, we thought him dead, but he slowly raised a churchwarden pipe towards his blistered lips as his eyes tried to focus. "I thought I'd finished that Balrog in Moria..." He whispered. The effort was too much, and he slumped against the stone frame. his name was Adilyoussef, it was discovered.

A battle raged far underground,
A victory fought and won
But still the flamming monster lurks around
And now our friend is gone
We shall miss his gentle wisdom
And the sparkle of his eyes
For Adilyoussef the end has come
For all that lives must die...

And thus the famed Knight sir Pendragon, rode out, upon his vain stallion, to slay the villain dragon, whom had decided to devour another helpless young virgin from the nearby town of somethingunimportant... However, as the much glorified knight was closing in upon the cave and den of the infamous dragon's leir, he became aware of a rather ghastly odor... Could it be? It twas... The reek of the hereby infamed skunk, who was called Jim Skunk the Flatulent. And with a hearty sigh sir Pendragon collapsed in an indignant heep, never to rise again.

The federal government has begun an investigation into the worldwide hammock industry following another grisly death. The most recent death, a person only identified as 'Chava', was discovered barefoot in the twisted hammock apparently suffocating. Jim Beepers with Consumer Safety stated, quote, "We're not sure what exactly has been causing these deaths, but if you must use a hammock, please for the love of God wear shoes"endquote.

While expolring the sea, a submarine captain heard a crying of a dolphin, deep and sad mourning that cought his attention. Astonished and frightned, puzled and confuzed, he tried to give an explanation of what he was seeing. The dolphan held the dead boddy of one of the furom members known as B-Mental. How to describe that, he found no means to.

Tear after tear my eyes wept
Over your death and cried.
That a good fellow you were
And a missed one now are.

Those were the words said by the dolphin, and those were the words that the captain could not explain.

'Twas a dark and utterly hazy night, when the tall lean shape of an oddish wizzard protruded from the darkened walls of the castle. (you see smoking was prohibited indoors) and ths the poor wizard was facing wind and bitter rain to light his pipe. With the air of someone who feels very much important, he lit his pipe and smoked thankfully. Suddenly, he had a great heave and a wheeze, and with that he fell to the ground, for you see cancer had got the better of him. Out came Frodo to seek for his friend, and found him in a heap by the wall, pipe in hand. "Oh well" he thought...

"A young, barefoot, flamboyantly dressed young woman came dashing out of the woodlands near Dartmoor late last evening. She was carring a pair of expensive kid gloves, and exclaiming loudly about being "Late! Late! I'm always late!" She dashed straight on, daft as a kipper right into the side of the thick stone prison wall. Efforts were made to revive her, but an attending Doctor said she had suffered a skull fracture, and also was in the throes of "brain fever". She turned to me, handed me the gloves, and said something unitelligable. Then she slumped and closed her eyes. As they drew the sheet over her, I noticed something I'd never seen before: There was a small door, only about six inches high right in the side of the wall, just below where the young woman had smashed her head....http://www.websmileys.com/sm/animal/1.gif

Recently the line of Arthur was brought to an abrupt end. It appears that David Pendragon, a writer of obituaries and master of smilies, was found dead in front of his computer today. A hideous computer virus, affecting only his smilie files, was introduced to his home computer when he inadvertently opened an email titled '50 Ways to Serve Grits'. The virus turned his cute little smilies into ravenous blood thirsty cyber killers. Detectives investigating the incident refer to it as the first documented case of smilicide.