A game to determine the Ultimate Winner.

[Bart's Friend Milhouse]

I am teh winner!

[The Mog Ninja]

ok this is from WoW

I am a pally short and stout here is my bubble here is my mount when i get in trouble i hearthstone out

[Bunny]

He did not wear his scarlet coat,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
For blood and wine are red,<o:p></o:p>
And blood and wine were on his hands<o:p></o:p>
When they found him with the dead,<o:p></o:p>
The poor dead woman whom he loved,<o:p></o:p>
And murdered in her bed.<o:p></o:p>
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He walked amongst the Trail Men<o:p></o:p>
In a suit of shabby grey;<o:p></o:p>
A cricket cap was on his head,<o:p></o:p>
And his step seemed light and gay;<o:p></o:p>
But I never saw a man who looked<o:p></o:p>
So wistfully at the day.<o:p></o:p>
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I never saw a man who looked<o:p></o:p>
With such a wistful eye<o:p></o:p>
Upon that little tent of blue<o:p></o:p>
Which prisoners call the sky,<o:p></o:p>
And at every drifting cloud that went<o:p></o:p>
With sails of silver by.<o:p></o:p>
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I walked, with other souls in pain,<o:p></o:p>
Within another ring,<o:p></o:p>
And was wondering if the man had done<o:p></o:p>
A great or little thing,<o:p></o:p>
When a voice behind me whispered low,<o:p></o:p>
"That fellow's got to swing."<o:p></o:p>
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Dear Christ! the very prison walls<o:p></o:p>
Suddenly seemed to reel,<o:p></o:p>
And the sky above my head bcame<o:p></o:p>
Like a casque of scorching steel;<o:p></o:p>
And, though I was a soul in pain,<o:p></o:p>
My pain I could not feel.<o:p></o:p>
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I only knew what hunted thought<o:p></o:p>
Quickened his step, and why<o:p></o:p>
He looked upon the garish day<o:p></o:p>
With such a wistful eye;<o:p></o:p>
The man had killed the thing he loved,<o:p></o:p>
And so he had to die.<o:p></o:p>
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,<o:p></o:p>
By each let this be heard,<o:p></o:p>
Some do it with a bitter look,<o:p></o:p>
Some with a flattering word.<o:p></o:p>
The coward does it with a kiss,<o:p></o:p>
The brave man with a sword!<o:p></o:p>
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Some kill their love when they are young, <o:p></o:p>
And some when they are old; <o:p></o:p>
Some strangle with the hands of Lust, <o:p></o:p>
Some with the hands of Gold:<o:p></o:p>
The kindest use a knife, because<o:p></o:p>
The dead so soon grow cold.<o:p></o:p>
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Some love too little, some too long,<o:p></o:p>
Some sell, and others buy;<o:p></o:p>
Some do the deed with many tears,<o:p></o:p>
And some without a sigh:<o:p></o:p>
For each man kills the thing he loves,<o:p></o:p>
Yet each man does not die.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not die a death of shame<o:p></o:p>
On a day of dark disgrace,<o:p></o:p>
Nor have a noose about his neck,<o:p></o:p>
Nor a cloth upon his face,<o:p></o:p>
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor<o:p></o:p>
Into an empty space.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not sit with silent men<o:p></o:p>
Who watch him night and day;<o:p></o:p>
Who watch him when he tries to weep,<o:p></o:p>
And when he tries to pray;<o:p></o:p>
Who watch him lest himself should rob<o:p></o:p>
The prison of its prey.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not wake at dawn to see<o:p></o:p>
Dread figures thron his room,<o:p></o:p>
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,<o:p></o:p>
The Sheriff stern with gloom,<o:p></o:p>
And the Governor all in shiny black,<o:p></o:p>
With the yellow face of Doom.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not rise in piteous haste<o:p></o:p>
To put on convict-clothes,<o:p></o:p>
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, <o:p></o:p>
and notes Each new and nerve-twitched pose, <o:p></o:p>
Fingering a watch whose little ticks<o:p></o:p>
Are like horrible hammer-blows.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not feel that sickening thirst<o:p></o:p>
That sands one's throat, before<o:p></o:p>
The hangman with his gardener's gloves<o:p></o:p>
Comes through the padded door,<o:p></o:p>
And binds one with three leathern thongs, <o:p></o:p>
That the throat may thirst no more.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not bend his head to hear<o:p></o:p>
The Burial Office read,<o:p></o:p>
Nor, while the anguish of his soul<o:p></o:p>
Tells him he is not dead,<o:p></o:p>
Cross his own coffin, as he moves<o:p></o:p>
Into the hideous shed.<o:p></o:p>
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He does not stare upon the air<o:p></o:p>
Through a little roof of glass:<o:p></o:p>
He does not pray with lips of clay<o:p></o:p>
For his agony to pass;<o:p></o:p>
Nor feel upon his shuddering cheek<o:p></o:p>
The kiss of the Caiaphas.


Being able to share this with you makes me the real winner.

[Jowy]

I think I win.

[Dr Unne]

No, it's "once 24 hours pass with no replies". Every time you reply you reset the clock. Sorry.

(I believe 24 hours from 7AM is 7AM, not 7PM.)

[Jowy]

DAMN.

[Levian]

I hope laughing at Jowy doesn't count as spam, 'cause if so I'm spamming out loud. :laugh:

[Laddy]

I would flame, increasing the chance this would be closed, but I won't because I'm a lime.

LEMME WIN!

[StarlightAngel]

I guess Red's not gonna be winning. I guess I'm probably not going to be winning, either.

But it's worth a shot ;P

[Remon]

StarlightAngel you're not winning.
I hope i don't loose

[Giga Guess]

Peh. Whatever. The next person to post after me gets some hot man lovin'.

[NeoCracker]

I'll be the ultimate loser for that.

[Mr. Graves]

This is my post. Somewhat productive... or is it...?

Today I have taken great pleasure in doing not of much of anything. I mean that as a fact; outside of buying groceries, I've done almost ziltch today.

I read opinions today in a book. Based on facts, but still. Had to sift through it a little.

Today I flipped through channels and saw Steven Seagal on the TV, and thought, "Holy crap, he <i>has</i> put on some weight. Dave wasn't kidding."

I also took a nap today.

There are very few of you I don't like.

[NorthernChaosGod]

I'm watching Predator.

[Jowy]

You were fifteen minutes too early.