Lex Quintus

"They won't know how few we are in the fog!" Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. From hell's heart I stab at thee; to the last, I will grapple with thee. Let's rock. Taste the waste.

Did you get picked on, a lot, on the playground as a kid? The pattern I see is one that would make that likely. Lotsa times, getting picked on is the hallmark of not being part of the in-group. Don't wear funny clothes and don't walk around with a stick up your alimentary canal and most kids are likely to get along with you.

Save the anti-malarials for malaria patients. Kash kush kills kovid.

Hey, whaddaya know, Polar is still around! Playing with Knights now, eh? Be advised your new diplomat will be restricted to two sets of crack and hookers, in order that we may ensure sufficient inventory for our other (and more frequent) visitors during this pandemic crisis.

I mean let's be serious; Bob is pushing up daisies, has been for ages, and we here assembled are too fond of Newton's First Law to just up and quit. Or stop returning. Or whatever. Being serious about this thing is a frigging joke. Absent input from admins/owners, there is no force exercised on Bob and its denizens (see Newton's First Law, above) which would tend to resist the total inertia (there's that First Law, again) wrought upon the whole shebang by aforementioned treaty web, radio silence, pixel-hugging, and hurf-durfery. Seriously...why so serious?

Pretty sure it's right after the quiet of Ash Wednesday Nothing sets you up for V-D like a good peace of Ash

Tell me the casualties and cash amounts from my attacks on unaligned tonight so I know it's you.

I can't imagine your wardec "Raid and Payback" would have anything to do with any of the three wars I've declared against nations with secret trades. I further can't imagine why you would put a 12-hour ultimatum on my accepting the peace you offered after you ran attacks. I further-further can't imagine why you would claim it's my "saving grace" to accept that peace, what with nobody liking BC's recent action. The nation you wrote from had no stake in that war. Which, as I messaged in case you weren't aware, is now over. I may accept peace, I ma

There's plenty of folks in these parts Delivering chocolate in hearts Their hormonal rage Will soon turn a page And morph into comfort with farts

Navigation check: this is the condensed version of a dead spreadsheet game, right? Also, you are not being mocked "for being too successful." It's more to do with being too serious. Tomorrow our wars are expired, The SDI crews are all tired. We've sallied our dudes With good attitudes And plenty of nukes have been fired.

A grizzled old warrior mulls His navy that's down to two hulls For all of war's ills It lowers the bills I guess I am here for the lulz

We've seen such a string of tirades, The statements are really charades. We're digging right in, We're under their skin: They're starting to send us blockades!

Two questions: Is it taste buds, or a neural processing issue, that makes you unable to tell salty from sweet? What does "hedious" mean?

HG thinks that TE is his, And therefore it's none of our biz. We also are tight, Against him who fight; We've earned our place here that's fo' shizz

The Cultists are nowhere near noobs, Decidedly cooler than rubes. And later today, I'm happy to say We're ready to fire all tubes