I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,My cinnamon girl.
Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah
Friday, October 3, 2008
Cinnamon girl (Prince)
As war drums beat in Babylon
Cinnamon girl starts 2 pray
Eye've never heard a prayer like this 1
Never b4 that day
Tearful words of love 4 people she had never met b4
Asking God 2 grant them mercy in this face of a holy war
Cinnamon Girl
Cinnamon Girl of mixed heritage
Never knew the meaning of color lines
911 turned that all around
When she got accused of this crime
So began the mass illusion, war on terror alibi
What's the use when the god of confusion keeps on telling the same lie?
Cinnamon Girl
Don't cry, don't shed no tears
1 night won't make us feel
Cause we know how this movie's ending
Cinnamon Girl
As war drums beat in Babylon
And scorch the blood red sky
Militants bomb the foreign gun
Both sides truly die
Cinnamon girl opens the book she knows will settle all the scores
Then she prays after the war that there will not b anymore
Cinnamon Girl
Cinnamon girl starts 2 pray
Eye've never heard a prayer like this 1
Never b4 that day
Tearful words of love 4 people she had never met b4
Asking God 2 grant them mercy in this face of a holy war
Cinnamon Girl
Cinnamon Girl of mixed heritage
Never knew the meaning of color lines
911 turned that all around
When she got accused of this crime
So began the mass illusion, war on terror alibi
What's the use when the god of confusion keeps on telling the same lie?
Cinnamon Girl
Don't cry, don't shed no tears
1 night won't make us feel
Cause we know how this movie's ending
Cinnamon Girl
As war drums beat in Babylon
And scorch the blood red sky
Militants bomb the foreign gun
Both sides truly die
Cinnamon girl opens the book she knows will settle all the scores
Then she prays after the war that there will not b anymore
Cinnamon Girl
non-GM cut scene
We travel to the nearest "settlement". Ulalume is annoyed. You can tell becase she is still clutching the sword and keeping quiet. When we reach the settlement (total population wealth about 1,000 gp!) Ulalume stops the first peon milling about, gauping at the arrival of the newcomers like guppy fish at feeding time. With a swift flick of the wrist she hides the sword under her cloak. She finds a child. "Hey you! Come here. I have a job for you. I need a message delivered. Pronto!" He protests something about him already having a job, waving his chimney-sweeper's brush in her face. While he does so and the rest of the party join the onlookers for some frantic seconds of oogling she rummages through her pouchest, pockets, backpack. She pulls out a whole gold piece "Ooo... I just quit my job!" quips the child. "Though so!" She mutters with a grin. Handing it over to him she whispers: "Make haste. Go find Vlad and tell him: I am coming!" He snatches the coin. She walks on. "Vlad? Vlad who? Don't know him..." She stops and just turns her head without turning her body or looking at him. "Vlad von Teslon" and walks off. She heads for the nearest inn. "Wait!" he shouts after her "Where is he? Who are you?" She ignores him. "I don't know myself the answer to those questions.... YET!" she thinks to herself.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Party vs Traps in the Depths of the Spire
Aeilbeth - 2 sprung, 1 disarmed without springing (Taking point is one hell of a pain in the ass!)
Ulalume - 1.5 Sprung (I'm counting the fireplace)
And this is only after four rooms. If I didn't know any better, I would swear someone was trying to kill us...
Ulalume - 1.5 Sprung (I'm counting the fireplace)
And this is only after four rooms. If I didn't know any better, I would swear someone was trying to kill us...
Friday, September 5, 2008
veins
stab rat... "suffer!" (veins popping out) (IC - deliberate)
jump onto the rock.... ooops vacuum! (veins popping out) (IC-accidental)
cut scene.... someone flies off with Miranda (veins popping out) (OOC-accidental)
veins.... veins.... veins....
oh well.... at least I am level 3 now.... If I wasn't blind I would have a hissy-fit and chuck some furniture about the place!
:-P
jump onto the rock.... ooops vacuum! (veins popping out) (IC-accidental)
cut scene.... someone flies off with Miranda (veins popping out) (OOC-accidental)
veins.... veins.... veins....
oh well.... at least I am level 3 now.... If I wasn't blind I would have a hissy-fit and chuck some furniture about the place!
:-P
Friday, August 22, 2008
Kill Bill (vol. 1 & 2)
We travel, on foot. I loose track of time. All I know is that the sun, set, rose and set again, by the time we got to Tavisham (or whatever this pathetic “civilised” settlement is called).
After another hour of lugging the dead and the dying in the freezing cold we reach the only Inn. After knocking for what seems another hour and waking possibly the entire neighbourhood, I say “Sod this!” and with trembling, numb frozen hands get my lock-picking tools out. Seconds later a warm shelter awaits us.
What stands in our way now is a new, more formidable obstacle. I now call it Bill’s Ego. We have disturbed his precious sleep, while attempting, all nine of us, after knocking for ages, carrying wounded and dead to “rob” his affluent establishment.
My fellow members, aghast and agog with the accusations stand aside and agree with him “it was a bit out of order” for me to “attempt to loot his over-brimming-with-wealth shop/house”. I apologise and explain. It is all in vain.
If my order, The Order of the Black Milk, taught me anything it is not to act in anger. ”No situation is THAT bad that loosing your temper cannot make it worse.” So I chill and bide my time. I pay him over the odds as a “compensation” for robbing him. Deep down inside, I know that people like that do not survive long, even in a pathetic society like this.
I’m too shattered for this. I am surprised at how well my fellow party members are doing. Their stoicism inspires me. They would all make fantastic additions to The Order of the Black Milk ~ each in their own capacity. If I drop him now I implicate everyone. The right time and place will come. Patience!
I am not needy after all. The truly needy, the wounded, sick and dying are looked after. My worse fears were confirmed when the clerics decree that “Another hour or so longer and it might have been too late”. Poor Bill, could have done with another hour or so in bed… Frightfully inconsiderate of us to perturb his beastial slumber.
Beasts like that have no place in society. I take him out!
Quick, simple, silent. The only noise he makes is his over inflated body letting go of his over inflated ego. It was reminiscent of his clumpy feat plodding towards the door as I casually picked it.
The mad panic only aids my escape.
Albertus, summed it perfectly, while talking about a completely different problem: “A decision NEEDS to made. I am making the decision!”
Now I understand what my Order’s motto really means: “May the milk of human kindness run black from teat of society”.
After another hour of lugging the dead and the dying in the freezing cold we reach the only Inn. After knocking for what seems another hour and waking possibly the entire neighbourhood, I say “Sod this!” and with trembling, numb frozen hands get my lock-picking tools out. Seconds later a warm shelter awaits us.
What stands in our way now is a new, more formidable obstacle. I now call it Bill’s Ego. We have disturbed his precious sleep, while attempting, all nine of us, after knocking for ages, carrying wounded and dead to “rob” his affluent establishment.
My fellow members, aghast and agog with the accusations stand aside and agree with him “it was a bit out of order” for me to “attempt to loot his over-brimming-with-wealth shop/house”. I apologise and explain. It is all in vain.
If my order, The Order of the Black Milk, taught me anything it is not to act in anger. ”No situation is THAT bad that loosing your temper cannot make it worse.” So I chill and bide my time. I pay him over the odds as a “compensation” for robbing him. Deep down inside, I know that people like that do not survive long, even in a pathetic society like this.
I’m too shattered for this. I am surprised at how well my fellow party members are doing. Their stoicism inspires me. They would all make fantastic additions to The Order of the Black Milk ~ each in their own capacity. If I drop him now I implicate everyone. The right time and place will come. Patience!
I am not needy after all. The truly needy, the wounded, sick and dying are looked after. My worse fears were confirmed when the clerics decree that “Another hour or so longer and it might have been too late”. Poor Bill, could have done with another hour or so in bed… Frightfully inconsiderate of us to perturb his beastial slumber.
Beasts like that have no place in society. I take him out!
Quick, simple, silent. The only noise he makes is his over inflated body letting go of his over inflated ego. It was reminiscent of his clumpy feat plodding towards the door as I casually picked it.
The mad panic only aids my escape.
Albertus, summed it perfectly, while talking about a completely different problem: “A decision NEEDS to made. I am making the decision!”
Now I understand what my Order’s motto really means: “May the milk of human kindness run black from teat of society”.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Ulalume sneaks op on Albertus
And that's how she gets Albertus... sneak up behind him and jav-jav!
Whose turn is it next week? ;-)
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