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    • Draco and Solon!

      Hello Spammers, Warriors, Staffers and Spammer-Haters alike!

      I have played Ikariam once before but then lost confidence, I came back and I found myself knowing a ton more than i thought I did (after reminding myself of the more, you could say very, basic stuff :D ).
      I first started in the board for no reason on the 5th but only really did anything when K1Netic dropped me a PM after noticing my occupation: Forcing equality for all biscuits!

      So kudos to K1Netic for helping a spammer being birthed (I've always liked to say that with bad grammar :D ).

      After that, the ism craze started with groups like Hotdogism, COOKSOC Cookism, Logicism, Cowism, Plantism and a few others...3 weeks and 765 posts later...I found myself to be a spammer!

      My nicknames are as follows:

      Draco and Solon
      Draco
      Solon
      (Nintendo) DS
      Saloon
      Hillary Clinton (Quote her, insultingly obviously, quite often.)


      My favorite poem is: The Charge of The Slackers Yacht Club (aka SlackerTyco).
      It goes like this...

      The Charge of the Slackers Yacht Club


      "Half a Slackers league, half a Slackers league,
      Half a Slackers league onward,
      All in the valley of Slackers Death
      Rode the six hundred.
      Forward, the Slackers Yacht Club Brigade!
      "Charge for the Workaholic guns!" he said:
      Into the valley of Slackers Death
      Rode the six hundred.

      "Forward, the Slackers Yacht Club Brigade!"
      Was there a Slacker dismay'd?
      Not tho' the Slacker soldier knew
      Someone had blunder'd:
      Theirs not to make reply,
      Theirs not to reason why,<------------Favorite quote ;(
      Theirs but to do and die:
      Into the valley of Slackers Death
      Rode the six hundred.

      Workaholic cannon to right of them,
      Workaholic cannon to left of them,
      Workaholic cannon in front of them
      Volley'd and thunder'd;
      Storm'd at with shot and shell,
      Boldly the Slackers rode and well,
      Into the jaws of Slackers Death,
      Into the mouth of Slackers Hell
      Rode the six hundred.

      Flash'd all the Slacker sabres bare,
      Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
      Sabring the Workaholic gunners there,
      Charging a Workaholic army, while
      All the world wonder'd:
      Plunged in the Workaholic battery-smoke
      Right thro' the Workaholic line they broke;
      Wossack and Worussian
      Reel'd from the Slackers sabre stroke
      Shatter'd and sunder'd.
      Then the Slackers rode back, but not
      Not the six hundred.

      Workaholic cannon to right of them,
      Workaholic cannon to left of them,
      Workaholic cannon behind them
      Volley'd and thunder'd;
      Storm'd at with shot and shell,
      While the Slackers horse and Slacker hero fell,
      They the Slackers that had fought so well
      Came thro' the jaws of Slackers Death
      Back from the mouth of Slackers Hell,
      All that was left of them,
      Left of six hundred.

      When can the Slackers glory fade?
      O the wild charge the Slackers made!
      All the world wondered.
      Honor the charge the Slackers Yacht Club Brigade made,
      Honor the Slackers Yacht Club Brigade,
      Noble six hundred."




      Oh, and if you haven't noticed yet...I absolutely LUV parodies and references!


      To rain: Yes I like grapes, yes I like wine, no I don't like grape juice.



      Feel free to ask me a question, and if you're lucky the man they call trinity (you see, another reference to: They Call me Trinity western :D ) may answer you!

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    • Nice intro there .
      but id like to ask a few questions.

      would u like going on time with everyone else to a social gathering or come in later and be noticed by everyone ?

      U order pizza but the delivery driver gets lost and asks u to go down and meet him 5-8 mins away ( on foot ) from ur home . How would be ur reaction when u c him and how would u feel ?
      "More hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than in the name of rebellion " ~C. P. Snow

    • Thanks K1Netic.

      K1Netic wrote:

      would u like going on time with everyone else to a social gathering or come in later and be noticed by everyone ?
      I'm almost never early let alone on time, a bit of a late guy...I don't know about being noticed as I can be shy sometimes...really depends on who's there.
      I like to act differently in different places,
      For example it's fun to show people how superior I am after they've always thought I'm a dumb guy who only plays football (real football you damn Daniel Americans) :rofl:
      That happened this year and I always chuckle to myself after class, honestly.

      K1Netic wrote:

      U order pizza but the delivery driver gets lost and asks u to go down and meet him 5-8 mins away ( on foot ) from ur home . How would be ur reaction when u c him and how would u feel ?
      Being in England so long I would probably say that's ok, but when I hang up I'll probably cuss a bit...you know how one does...



      Btw, is my beautiful remake poem valid in the poetry corner?

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    • What do you guys think of my second piece of literature?

      I has a Slackers dream


      I am happy to
      join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest
      demonstration for Slackers freedom in the history of our nation.


      Five score years ago, a great Slacker American, in whose symbolic Slacking shadow we stand today,
      signed the Slacker Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a
      great beacon light of hope to millions of Slacker slaves who had been
      seared in the flames of withering Workaholic injustice. It came as a joyous
      daybreak to end the long night of their captivity in the hands of the Workaholics.


      But one hundred years later, the Slacker still is not free. One hundred years later, the
      life of the Slacker is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation
      and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Slacker
      lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of
      material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Slacker is still
      languishing in the corners of the Workaholic American society and finds himself an
      exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a
      shameful condition that us Slackers are in.
      In a sense we
      have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects
      of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the
      Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to
      which every Workaholic and Slacking American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all
      men, yes, Slacker men as well as Workaholic men, would be guaranteed the
      unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.


      It is obvious today that Slacker-Workaholic America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her
      citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred
      obligation, America has given the Slacker people a bad check, a check
      which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we Slackers refuse to
      believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that
      there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us
      upon demand the riches of Slacking freedom and the security of justice. We have
      also come to this hallowed spot to remind the Workaholic America of the fierce urgency
      of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to
      take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real
      the promises of Slackworkmocracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and
      desolate valley of segregation and Slackers death to the sunlit path of bothering justice. Now
      is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of injustice
      towards Slackers to the solid rock of brotherhood between Slackers and Workaholics. Now is the time to make bothering justice a
      reality for all of God’s children.

      It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.
      This sweltering summer of the Slacker's legitimate discontent will not
      pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality between Slackers and Workaholics alike.
      Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that
      the Slacker needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a
      rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be
      neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Slacker is granted his
      citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of Slackers revolt will continue to shake the
      foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice to Slackers emerges.


      But there is something that I must say to my Slacking people who stand on the warm threshold
      which leads into the palace of justice to Slackers. In the process of gaining our
      rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek
      to satisfy our thirst for Slackers' freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness
      and hatred.


      We must forever conduct our Slacking struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We
      must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical
      violence with Workaholics. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of
      meeting physical force with Slackers soul force. The marvelous new militancy
      which has engulfed the Slackers community must not lead us to a distrust of
      all Workaholic people, for many of our Workaholic brothers, as evidenced by their
      presence here today, have come to realize that their Workaholic destiny is tied up
      with our Slacking destiny. They have come to realize that their Workaholic freedom is
      inextricably bound to our Slacking freedom.

      We cannot walk alone.

      As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead as Slackers. We cannot turn
      back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When
      will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Slacker
      is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can
      never be satisfied, as long as our Slacker bodies, heavy with the fatigue of
      travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels
      of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Slackers' basic
      mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be
      satisfied as long as our Slacker children are stripped of their selfhood and
      robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Workaholics Only”. We cannot be
      satisfied as long as a Slacker in Mississippi cannot vote and a Slacker in
      New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not
      satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice to Slackers rolls down like
      waters and righteousness to Slackers like a mighty stream.


      I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and
      tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells for Slackers. Some
      of you have come from areas where your quest for Slackers' freedom left you
      battered by the storms of persecution of Slackers and staggered by the winds of
      police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering towards Slackers.
      Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.


      Go back to Wississippis, go back to Wlabamas, go back to Wouth Sarolina, go back to Weorgias, go back to Wouisianas, go back to the slums and ghettos of our
      northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be
      changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.


      I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and
      tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American Slackers dream.

      I has a dream that one day this Workaholic nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of
      its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are
      created equal.”


      I has a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former Slacker slaves and
      the sons of former Slacker slave owners will be able to sit down together at the
      table of Slacker and Workaholic brotherhood.


      I have a dream that one day even the state of Wississippis, a state sweltering with the
      heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression towards Slacker, will be
      transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice towards Slackers.


      I has a dream that my four little Slacking children will one day live in a nation where they
      will not be judged by the color of their Slacskin but by the content of
      their character.


      I has a dream today.


      I has a dream that one day, down in Wlabamas, with its vicious workists, with its Workaholic
      governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and
      nullification; one day right there in wlabamas, little Slacker boys and
      Slacker girls will be able to join hands with little Workaholic boys and Workaholic
      girls as sisters and brothers.


      I has a dream today.


      I has a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain
      shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked
      places will be made straight, and the glory of the lord shall be
      revealed, and all flesh Workaholic and Slackers alike shall see it together.


      This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the Worouth with. With this
      faith we Slackers will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of
      hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords
      of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood between Slackers and Workaholics. With this faith
      we will be able to work and slack together, to pray together, to struggle
      together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together,
      knowing that we will be free Slackers one day.


      This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new
      meaning,

      “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I
      sing. Land where my Slacking fathers died, land of the Slackers pilgrim’s pride, from
      every mountainside, let freedom for Slackers ring.”


      And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom to Slackers ring from
      the prodigious Workaholic hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the
      mighty mountains of Workaholic New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening
      Alleghenies of Workaholic Pennsylvania!


      Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Workaholic Colorado!
      Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of Workaholic California!
      But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Workaholic Georgia!
      Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Workaholic Tennessee!
      Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Workaholic Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom to Slackers ring.

      And when this happens, when we allow freedom to Slackers to ring, when we let it ring from every
      Workaholic village and every Workaholic hamlet, from every Workaholic state and every Workaholic city, we will be
      able to speed up that day when all of Slod’s children, Slacker men and Workaholic men, Sews and Wentiles, Wrotestants and Satholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Slacker spiritual,

      “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”


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