A Tiger appears from somewhere and starts having a bloody fight with the dragon, while Pensive runs far, far away with her hill!
Queen Pensive's Hill!
A Tiger appears from somewhere and starts having a bloody fight with the dragon, while Pensive runs far, far away with her hill!
Queen Pensive's Hill!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Feeling too sick to bother fighting the tiger, I just eat it whole and let my baby dragons chase Pesnive. When they catch her, they eat her. They then prowl around at the bottom of the hill, waiting for more people to eat. I sigh. The hill is still ours.
No doubt but there is none other beeste comparable to the mightie dragon in awsome power and majestie, and few so worthie of the diligent studies of wise men - Gildas Magnus, Ars Draconis, 1465
I bring my army of friendly aliens, the dragons die of heart attack on seeing strange creatures.
The Paradise is mine now, and forever
My dragon heart is strong and I don't have a heart attack, but my little baby dragons were too small to handle it. Furious, I lunge at Madhuri and the aliens and rip them to shreds.
After an hour of shredding, I pick a shred of Madhuri out of my teeth and set about resurrecting my fallen offspring by breathing fire into them. They wake up as if thet had just been sleeping. I now claim this wretched hill as mine. NO ONE WILL DEFEAT ME NOW!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!
No doubt but there is none other beeste comparable to the mightie dragon in awsome power and majestie, and few so worthie of the diligent studies of wise men - Gildas Magnus, Ars Draconis, 1465
Pensive saw Madhuri taking Paradise, what she would have done of the poor old hill. But Pensive, as she is very much obsessed with it, takes the hill lovingly.
Her Hill!
Pensive's Hill!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I give Pensy a poisonous candy, and she is gone, never to return again.
'Paradise' is mine once again.
My Hill!! My beautiful hill!!
Madhuri has the hill.
Madhuri thought that Pensive had eaten it, though she had not because her Jinns told her that the candy was poisonous. And thousand Jinns (powerful creatures) are enough to break the wall, on Pensive's instructions so the hill once again, becomes her's.
Pensive's Hill!
Last edited by Pensive; 10-12-2006 at 09:12 AM.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Pensive has the hill.
I congratulate her on her victory, gather up my young dragons, and my gold and take them home, promising to come and visit some time, as the hill seems to be a good feeding ground.
We wave goodbye.
It is STILL Pensive's hill
No doubt but there is none other beeste comparable to the mightie dragon in awsome power and majestie, and few so worthie of the diligent studies of wise men - Gildas Magnus, Ars Draconis, 1465
Indeed, it is. The queen of the hill is happy to have her hill back, even the dragons have accepted it.Originally Posted by Bluebiird
But she welcomes all those who want to take a tour of Pensive's Hill.
Anybody wants the party? After all, the real queen has got her hill back!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Pensive has the hill.
After a wild party, Pensive is so tired nothing can wake her up. In fact she is so tired she will never wake up again. *pretends to sigh but fails miserably* :evil:
MY hill!
I have a plan: attack!
Jay has the not-real-one-hill.
Pensive had put Jinns on the guard of her hill, and it was the model of another hill which she was having, in the party. Jay had mistaken that model, and thought it was the hill. Poor girl....neither was it a hill, nor was Pensive going to sleep forever. You can see it by that she woke up after a nice sleep of seven hours, with her model gone, but still she had the ACTUAL hill. So Pensive, the queen is going to give a big party, now open to all litnet members!
Jinns are guarding the hill, and no power can destroy them.
The hill remains Pensive's.
Pensive's Hill!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Pensive has the hill.
Pensive drinks too much of the gin and passes out. I roll her down the hill, and rightfully take my place on the top of MY hill.
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Kilted has the hill.
My Jinns make me get up again, and take the hill from kilted exile! God Bless Jinns!
My Hill!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I have convinced the Jinns that Pensive makes them work very hard, and if I have the hill, they can live a luxurious life, partying all night
They no longer work for her and refuse to cooperate, they are under my command now, and with the help of my friendly aliens, I get back my Paradise.
My Hill!!
I've hired an Imam who gets rid of your jinns.
My hill!
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
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