Post by Johnny on Nov 22, 2015 21:27:18 GMT
My lifting game is not on point. I really need to go to go downstairs and lift a 5 pound dumbbell. The challenge was a trainwreck on my station; I couldn't decide whether the Snuggie material and hair follicles attached to me, making me itch like crazy; or the great weight across my arms rendering them weak was a more painful experience. Thankfully, the pains would cancel the other as they grew, so the transitions were a nice relief.
And now, for an announcement. My confessionals have been all this junk about "B!G M00V3S" and other silly fifteen year old ideals amongst ORGs. I'm glad to say I'm pushing those thoughts to the side because I'm in desperate need of a shiny new mug and I'm far too lazy to try to buy one.
This game's lackluster on my side - no craziness (other than the Patrick vote off and the joint Tribal Council, naturally) but I haven't dipped my toes into the open waters of Conquest, the brilliant seas stretching into eternity and beyond.
And now, I will do a Pharaoh of Faroe poem soon, yet I have no material for one. So I'm just going to steal a poem from my eviction in some Facebook game for the time being:
By fire, by storm,
Over roads unconquered,
Taken by the swarm,
As our hearts have wandered.
By night, by day,
Through mist and fog,
Keeping them at bay,
Amongst their analog.
By shadows, by stars,
Hidden amidst the skies,
Taken to lands afar,
From my troubled eyes.
By worries, by fears,
Wrenched from my grasp,
We'll raise a vengeful cheer,
From our strengthened clasp.
By endings, by slaughters,
Of which I have received,
Trapped under the waters,
Of the lies that I've conceived.
By fire, by storm,
My words hath now decayed,
By cold, by warm,
I have been left dismayed.
By sorrows, by regret,
My hindsight yet offers,
I have paid my debt,
And laid inside the coffer.
--
I've gotta find a power. Those words are the only thing resonating through my mind at this point as I obsessively rampage the boards in hopes of finding the means to obtaining a power. It's my goal at the moment to possess the Knarr or a potential idol... I pray I do not fall to failure.
And now, for an announcement. My confessionals have been all this junk about "B!G M00V3S" and other silly fifteen year old ideals amongst ORGs. I'm glad to say I'm pushing those thoughts to the side because I'm in desperate need of a shiny new mug and I'm far too lazy to try to buy one.
This game's lackluster on my side - no craziness (other than the Patrick vote off and the joint Tribal Council, naturally) but I haven't dipped my toes into the open waters of Conquest, the brilliant seas stretching into eternity and beyond.
And now, I will do a Pharaoh of Faroe poem soon, yet I have no material for one. So I'm just going to steal a poem from my eviction in some Facebook game for the time being:
By fire, by storm,
Over roads unconquered,
Taken by the swarm,
As our hearts have wandered.
By night, by day,
Through mist and fog,
Keeping them at bay,
Amongst their analog.
By shadows, by stars,
Hidden amidst the skies,
Taken to lands afar,
From my troubled eyes.
By worries, by fears,
Wrenched from my grasp,
We'll raise a vengeful cheer,
From our strengthened clasp.
By endings, by slaughters,
Of which I have received,
Trapped under the waters,
Of the lies that I've conceived.
By fire, by storm,
My words hath now decayed,
By cold, by warm,
I have been left dismayed.
By sorrows, by regret,
My hindsight yet offers,
I have paid my debt,
And laid inside the coffer.
--
I've gotta find a power. Those words are the only thing resonating through my mind at this point as I obsessively rampage the boards in hopes of finding the means to obtaining a power. It's my goal at the moment to possess the Knarr or a potential idol... I pray I do not fall to failure.