Aw ****, I forgot to light them
now this thread has 200 more unused explosive devices. Always me, always meee...
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*throws 200 firecrackers in the air to celebrate this spamfest... I mean, epic Free-For-All Extravaganza's birthday*
Aw ****, I forgot to light them now this thread has 200 more unused explosive devices. Always me, always meee...
Aw ****, I forgot to light them
now this thread has 200 more unused explosive devices. Always me, always meee...
*Zarrexaij's ghost throws the v00d00 d124g0n in the fray*
*watches as dragon breathes right next to firecrackers*
Be careful not to sneeze
Be careful not to sneeze
What nice poetry has been going on in this thread!
I googled and there is apparently a Greek poem by Ovid called 'The Ibis' that is supposed to be (one of) the longest literary curses in history. I don't know whether to be honored, alarmed or amused
...a portion of said curse:
[M]ay thy flesh too be torn by the horse's savage tooth....
[M]ayst thou be wounded and buried beneath high-piled earth....
[M]ayst thou fall by a heavenly avenger's fire....
[M]ay a lioness of thy land, lately delivered, meet thee in thy native fields and bring thee the death Phalaecus suffered. And may the boar that slew Lycurgus' son, and him that was born of a tree, and courageous Idmon, tear thee too asunder. And even dying may he wound thee, as him upon whom fell the head of the boar he had transfixed....
May the first night of wedlock be the last of thy life....
Or rent asunder mayst thou be strewn in the woods by thine own kin, as at Thebes he was strewn who was born of the serpent's son. And over wild mountains mayst thou be dragged by a tearing bull, as was dragged the imperious spouse of Lycus. And, what the unwilling rival of her own sister suffered, may thy tongue cut out fall before thy feet. And like the author of tardy Myrrha, whose surname wrought him harm, mayst thou be found in countless parts of the city. And may the craftsman bee, as he did to the Achaean seer, bury in thine eyes his noxious dart. And chained on the hard rocks mayst thou have thine entrails torn, as he whose brother's daughter Pyrrha was. Like the young son of Harpagus mayst thou recall the example of Thyestes, and carved in pieces enter thy father's bowels. Mayst thou have limbs maimed and parts mutilated by the savage sword, as they were those of Mamertas. Or as with the Syracusan bard whose throat was strangled, so may a noose stop the way of thy breath. Or may thy flesh be exposed by stripping off the skin, like him whose name a Phrygian river bears....
[M]ay Cretan honey choke thy breath....
[M]ay a thumb close the passage of thy voice....
[M]ayst thou be crushed small in a deep mortar, and thy pounded bones sound like the wonted grain.
[M]ay hurled weapons pierce thy vitals....
Receive this message meanwhile that my hasty volume brings, lest thou complain I have forgot thee. Brief is it, I confess; but may the gods give more than they are asked, and by their favour send my prayer manifold increase. Thou shalt read more anon, bearing thine own true name, and writ in a measure wherein bitter wars rightly should be waged.
I googled and there is apparently a Greek poem by Ovid called 'The Ibis' that is supposed to be (one of) the longest literary curses in history. I don't know whether to be honored, alarmed or amused
...a portion of said curse:
[M]ay thy flesh too be torn by the horse's savage tooth....
[M]ayst thou be wounded and buried beneath high-piled earth....
[M]ayst thou fall by a heavenly avenger's fire....
[M]ay a lioness of thy land, lately delivered, meet thee in thy native fields and bring thee the death Phalaecus suffered. And may the boar that slew Lycurgus' son, and him that was born of a tree, and courageous Idmon, tear thee too asunder. And even dying may he wound thee, as him upon whom fell the head of the boar he had transfixed....
May the first night of wedlock be the last of thy life....
Or rent asunder mayst thou be strewn in the woods by thine own kin, as at Thebes he was strewn who was born of the serpent's son. And over wild mountains mayst thou be dragged by a tearing bull, as was dragged the imperious spouse of Lycus. And, what the unwilling rival of her own sister suffered, may thy tongue cut out fall before thy feet. And like the author of tardy Myrrha, whose surname wrought him harm, mayst thou be found in countless parts of the city. And may the craftsman bee, as he did to the Achaean seer, bury in thine eyes his noxious dart. And chained on the hard rocks mayst thou have thine entrails torn, as he whose brother's daughter Pyrrha was. Like the young son of Harpagus mayst thou recall the example of Thyestes, and carved in pieces enter thy father's bowels. Mayst thou have limbs maimed and parts mutilated by the savage sword, as they were those of Mamertas. Or as with the Syracusan bard whose throat was strangled, so may a noose stop the way of thy breath. Or may thy flesh be exposed by stripping off the skin, like him whose name a Phrygian river bears....
[M]ay Cretan honey choke thy breath....
[M]ay a thumb close the passage of thy voice....
[M]ayst thou be crushed small in a deep mortar, and thy pounded bones sound like the wonted grain.
[M]ay hurled weapons pierce thy vitals....
Receive this message meanwhile that my hasty volume brings, lest thou complain I have forgot thee. Brief is it, I confess; but may the gods give more than they are asked, and by their favour send my prayer manifold increase. Thou shalt read more anon, bearing thine own true name, and writ in a measure wherein bitter wars rightly should be waged.
*dies from all that reading and is now in a spectre* great, now I need white sheet with eye holes and a tape recorder that says "BOO"
And dear, Ovid was a Roman
And dear, Ovid was a Roman
Mechanized voice *Post Limit Achieved, Lockdown on standby*
Wow, this thread was..... spammy >_>
Lockage time, methinks
Lockage time, methinks
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