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Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

English Class excerpt from William Shakespeares Richard I Part 2, Student Edition with Discussion Questions , editor P. deRudio Act II, scene 4 Come now, Milady, it is time. Bendeth thou over, Richard, the Trou-Down Prince said, thrusting provocatively with his hips towards a Restoration era table. Doeth this thing now, he added as an afterthought. Meredith the Fair, Lady of Soixante-Neuf, brushed a wisp of sun-touched blonde hair from her face. In one fluid, yet practiced motion, shimmied her pale, bare shoulders and hips and a dozen petticoats and hoops and silken stockings floated down to the Persian area rug like feathers on a summer day. She regally folded herself over the furniture, spreading her shapely legs and bracing herself with long, toned arms on the table's drop leaf. Getteth this foul deed over with forthwith, Meredith said in haughty aristocratic tones used mainly with the foreigners and hired help, dismissing the Prince's blackmail threats once again as a big nothing. Be thou of certain that thou prick do pricketh hard -- if thou can. Thou mocketh me? sneered the Trou-Down Prince. Once drawn, Sexcalibur must be sheathed into thy moist folds deeply. Yea, this is the fifth time Ive threatened blackmail with a handful of blank parchment , reflected the Prince. Yet shes never asked for the papers back. Is it possible this chick doeth dig it? As his erection leapt like a royal stag from his royal pants, she actually heard the rasp of weapons-grade steel drawn from a scabbard. Although she knew this was only an overused trope, yet she was afraid, and beads of sweat rolled off her forehead and tickled down her cleavage. Meredith white knuckled the table, closed her eyes and wiggled her noble ass in a show of false bravado. Dreadnought was part of her Family motto, and her voice did not betray fear of the imminent royal probing. Then do sheath it in my lovers-nest if thou wilt, without false remorse or cross-thread. Fail not as you will answer the contrary at your peril. Questions for discussion. 1. In what ways do you think Lady Meredith earned the sobriquet Lady of Soixante-Neuf? Ask your teacher to demonstrate. 10 minutes 2. Why does Meredith fear a cross-threaded probe? 5 minutes
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

If Its Gold, It Glitters, MoFo. The trackers rode off before first light and have not yet returned. After weeks on the trail we are hot, dusty and saddle sore, on this endless Road that goes ever on and on. We have halted at a Crossroads where the Greenway meets the Great East Road leading somewhere into the mist shrouded -- and some say haunted hills, away East. Behind me a listless troop of forty Native Mounted Police waits dismounted, lounging in the summer grass in the heat of the midday Sun, smoking Leaf, day dreaming of being somewhere else with the girls they left behind. The second-in-command is a bright eyed subaltern, new to the Service and just eager enough for the role assigned to him. I am the Senior District Currency Control Officer, nominally a colonels rank and pay, hot on the trail of the fugitives involved in the largest, most destructive heist Middle Earth has ever seen. Somewhere tantalizingly close yet just out of reach are the criminals a merry band of rogue elves, hobbits, Men and dwarves, masterminded by a twisted wizard. The bodies of dozens impressed gold-bearing porters, worn out and left to die, made a trail a hundred leagues long. These unfortunates were the inhabitants of isolated villages and farmhouses, with an occasional dead dwarf and, a week back, an entire troupe of elven acrobats. The survivors labored along with a half a long ton of government gold lifted from the hoard of a murdered Dragon. It should have escheated to the government fisc upon the demise of said Dragon, but it didnt, and the hoard all 1,200lbs of it -- it vanished before the Revenuers could levy the King's writ. Gone but not unnoticed. In its speedy departure northward spread a trail of rack and ruin, of unparalleled economic disruption staggering hyperinflation, food shortages, out of control currency speculation, followed by counterfeiters, ponzi schemers, carpetbaggers, confidence men, starvation and civil unrest, all directly caused by the infusion of nearly ten times the value of the entire Northwest of the Old World East of the Sea in .995 pure gold Double Manticores. All this dumped into a mostly a barter economy where the largest coin was, until recently, a copper Penny. A ghastly amount was spent, given away or wasted, or investedwashed through dummy companies set up by bought and paid for Human lawyers. Fortunately, most of it remained, just ahead, in the long empty leagues between here and there . A sentinel points, sings out dust clouds in the distance, the tracker-hunter-killer elves are returning. Soon I will send the shavetail and most of the police down one road, while I along with a trusted handful will take the other. In a day two days at most - we will catch those thieves. And when we do, their bodies will never be seen again in this Age of the World. Last edited Mar 20, 2019
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

More or Less Love Stories in Fifty Shades of Words Lifeboat This lifeboat is for women and children ONLY. You there stay put. Come on, Lady, make up your mind, climb in or stay out, we dont have all night. But they did have all night, they had all eternity, and the cold dark sea rose up and closed around them. Afterhours They starednot stared at each other across the bar, between whiskey bottles, with whiskey eyes. Maybe she flashed cleavage, perhaps he smiled back. When he looked again, she was gone. A few heartbeats later he caught the scent of perfume and the light touch of a hand on his shoulder. The Germans wore gray. It was pure Hollywood casual lovers parting on a rain-swept train platform, amidst clouds of steam, the squeal of brakes and the clang of pistons. A last hurried kiss, then hands pressed together through glass. So they knew with certainty, but not where or when, that they would meet again. Theres a place. There's a place where the distant past and the present meet. The insubstantial presence of a girl waits for you, and if you kiss her long enough she'll take physical form and in a trembling voice to tell you how to to completely make her real. She's here, find her. Reception At the wedding reception they danced too long, too closely and by the end of the evening, too intimately before it was too late to ask, What side of the aisle were you on? Later, after midnight, they werent in the mood to ask any questions except, Want to again? Gaslight The saxophonist on the street corner who played Harlem Nocturne all night for the last three months under a gaslight was replaced by a Marvin Gaye impersonator. Maybe it was Gaye himself. When he started Let's Get it On I knew it was going to be a long hot summer.
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

Tanka samples. November twilight, deep shadows and wood-smoke mist. She lies beside me, blankets on a hardwood floor Oak logs ablaze in the hearth. I hear her soft breath and the rustle of blankets. Why I am bewitched by whispering melodies adrift on the desert wind? Meltwater cocktails, folded napkin, lipstick smeared, two empty lounge chairs. A hint of perfume lingers but the melody goes on.
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

Point of View Tom peered over the rifle's iron sights, tracked movement among the trees by the shifting play of light and shadows. Then he lost the target when the furtive scurrying stopped. He was patient. He didn't move, barely breathed, focused on a patch of irregular shade that just might be ... . A long thirty seconds later he whispered to Bill, got him, as the irregular scrambling started again. The rifle moved slightly as tracking resumed. The target froze again. Bill, hovered close, whispered, easy shot against that light patch. Tom ignored him, lowered his eyes to the iron sights. He fixed the target's head at the top of the front post, between the v-notched rear sight. Held his breath, willed his heart to beat slower. Sweat beaded, ran down his cheek. He ignored that too, thought, stationary, no wind, no lead, see through the heat shimmer. One pressure to take up trigger slack, two pressures ... . The trigger broke clean. Craaack! The red squirrel spun out of sight, flung down in the tall grass by the hollow point .22. Tom exhaled, wiped his brow, one more skin pays for the ammo. But not right now. That could wait. Squirrels were safe this time on Tuesday nights. He rolled out of the rifle's sling, looked up at his friend, Let's get that sucker and go home, Combat! is on in half an hour. New episode. Who's he talking to?, asked the lieutenant sent down by Company to untangle the delay at Phase Line Green. He gestured towards a solitary soldier sniping at German engineers concealed in a tree line four hundred yards away. Kirby, a BAR man, answered, Dunno. Nobody. But that's another headshot. He can't miss, after a pause, adding, Sir.
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

Last Gifts The old man tipped back his porch chair and watched the distant fireworks sparkle in the summer sky, the last Independence Day of the passing century. On the far side of the globe 45-star American flags streamed over a new territory called the Philippines, but here in the Kansas farmland it was summer wheat that rippled in the late evening breeze. He discovered, to his utter astonishment and immense delight, that he was a young man again, all muscle and energy with eyes able to see over the horizon. Ready to be, if not polished, then burnished by whatever lay out there waiting. A shadowy figure on his right tipped back her chair. A warm hand folded over his and he knew it was his wife, as a young woman with startling cornflower blue eyes, just as he always pictured her even after 50 years of sometimes, mostly, matrimonial harmony. He was at her side when she passed a decade ago, but nothing about that felt out of place now. There were other figures present too, his children -- a son out in the Pacific with the Asiatic Squadron, a daughter covering sports for a New York paper. And a firefly's glow, bright then fading. This was the other daughter, too young to have a name, resting on a hilltop. There were grandchildren and great-grandchildren, brothers, uncles, aunts, sisters, and many, many friends made loved and lost over a long, well-lived life. Some grown up, some young, some living and others not, all out of time but just as he wanted them. Dogs he knew a favorite childhood mongrel, a companionable retriever as a grinning puppy, although he knew the Old Guy was snoring at his feet. Other images his mother, also a young woman is this how she sees herself?, a fishing expedition to a neighbor's pond as a child, sunfish dangling on a string. Then later dry-mouthed fear in the Shenandoah Valley, Confederate bullets snapping through a cloud of acrid gun smoke. The scene changed, and he crouched behind a dying horse bristling with Sioux war arrows, scraping a burrow in the Montana ridges with a tin coffee cup. Time moved the first hard years busting sod on this very farm, his wife, burned brown in the hot sun, shirtsleeves rolled to her elbows working alongside. Abundant crops one year, a locust harvest the next, but the mortgage getting smaller until one day they burned it. Pleasures and disappointments, sorrows and glories surfaced, flashed into view and whirled away births, deaths, weddings, funerals, a picnic, all to the delighted laughter and freely streaming tears of the old man and his ghostly entourage. The now-old woman at his side entwined her fingers with his and he read her thoughts through her touch, a line from an old parlor song, hard times come again no more . It was a good life, all in all, he thought, satisfied with all of it. But sometime after midnight it ended because it always ends. As a final gift of the gods, the old man never knew when his final moment came and went. editing in progress
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

Best of Letters to the Editor from name redacted at the insistence of the publisher's legal counsel Magazine . see Penthouse Inc. v. Ivan Gottanalias , LASC Case No. BA 4030403 Editor's Note. At a recent charity auction for orphaned golden retriever puppies I purchased a packet of papers about a bankers box in volume bearing the unhelpful description Miscellaneous from the estate of A. Bell. As they apparently were the private journals of the late-paranormal and conspiracy radio host, I was able to buy the lot for the sum of 1. Casually mixed among the packet's contents which included a June 1938 first edition of Action Comics , Howard Hughes' last will and testament and the post-crash diary of aviatrix Amelia Earhart was a collection of Letters to the Editor, torn from various editions of a certain men's magazine covering the years 1970 through 1981 many with inked in marginal and interlineated comments, perhaps by Mr. Bell himself. It is my intention of periodically presenting the best of these annotated Letters, once they have been steamed apart and disinfected. As an aside, these letters to the Editor were widely regarded as originating in-house and would have been more properly styled from the Editor. This assumption was not always necessarily true. A letter from 1981, for example, described an improbable and dangerous sexual liaison taking place above the Annenberg Theater at the University of Southern California during an advance screening of The Empire Strikes Back attended by your Editor who would later spoil to scores of his fellow students perhaps the biggest reveal in cinema history. The letter's writer displayed a precise, exact and accurate knowledge of the various ladders, platforms and catwalks that must have been obtained through firsthand knowledge. Your Editor, being a member of one of the cinematic fraternities and intimately familiar with the theater backstage can attest to this, as well as a subsequent investigation that disclosed suggestive, but not conclusive evidence a bra hung over an unused Klieg light that the sexual encounter did take place, establishing the Letter's bona fides . Last edited Apr 17, 2019
Thread: A Thread of Lies / Best of Letters to the Editor.

No. 1. Best of Letters to the Editor from name redacted at the insistence of the publisher's legal counsel Magazine . I have read your magazine for many years and didn't think that I would ever write. However, I recently had a once or twice in a lifetime experience that could have happened to anyone if it didn't already happen to me. I am an average muscular, well-endowed man with an eight inch cock measured from base to tip and is three inches in circumference at the widest part of the head. I am the Senior Managing CEO and CFO and majority shareholder at an international foreign exchange brokerage firm located in the penthouse suite of a swank downtown high rise. One afternoon, taking my lunch break at a nearby supermarket deli, I noticed the usual counter girl had been replaced by a different woman. In fact, she looked like a demure librarian. That was because I had inadvertently walked onto the set of a porn production and the girl was, in fact, a librarian. The production company had leased the lunch counter for the day, holding special auditions for librarians who wanted a second career as porn actresses. None of this I knew at the time, so I approached the girl and asked if she had big breasts and warm juicy thighs as I have been, for many years, a connoisseur of fried chicken. She looked at me and said, in a librarian-style stage whisper, do what you want to do, and invited me behind the counter where when undid her librarian-style bun, removed her cat's eye glasses and fell out of her blouse. Warm applause and shocked gasps erupted from the production crew as the librarian undid my Brooks Bros. suit pants and had to use both hands to cradle my cock, the sight of which gave her the first of no less than seven orgasms. Stick that throbbing cruise missile into my hot quivering quim, right now, the librarian said, uncharacteristically mixing metaphors. We had sex for the next several hours in every position possible in a supermarket deli and for long after the production crew had gone home for the day. She fainted from exhaustion before we were able to say goodbye, so I never knew her name. When I left the supermarket around Midnight, there were a half-dozen librarians waiting, all wanting to check me out. Signed Finger Lickin' Good. Last edited Apr 17, 2019
Thread: Question So, I'm confused?

I've been on this site since 2015 and I haven't ever had any issues with replying or messaging anyone before, and I KNOW I had more than 2 posts on this site, but somehow my profile only says I have two posts and all of my privileges have basically been revoked? Can't PM, can't reply to search threads. I don't understand what happened. Edit My problem was resolved by posting this, since it brought me back up to 3 posts, but I still don't get why it dropped down to two in the first place?
Thread: Question So, I'm confused?

If you delete a post or thread, your post count goes with it. Your post or 'message' count reflects current content on the site, not removed content. You are set though, having 3 or more posts. If you want to give yourself a safety net of posts, go and greet a few new members in Intros, that way you'll have a bit of a buffer should you delete a post or thread.
Thread: Question So, I'm confused?

I didn't delete anything though. I KNOW I had an intro thread, and at least a few replies to intros and I think even some games, and now that I'm thinking about it, I think I had a couple request threads too, but they're all gone, except for two request threads. Maybe you guys did an old thread purge or something?
Thread: Question So, I'm confused?

We did a MyBB to Xenforo conversion some time back and did an auto absorb for posts that took place within 24 hours within certain sections. You might have had some posts absorb or not make the Xen conversion. You're in good shape now though.
Thread: Question So, I'm confused?

Maybe that was it then. All I know is it was weird to come back to after being away for a while. xD
Thread: OC?

Can someone show me how to make an OC
Thread: OC?

As in your own Request Thread? You can go down to the Roleplay Request section and enter the forum that applies to your interest and browse, or you can go to the forum that you wish to advertise within and create a Request Thread. You can go HERE to read up on the RT rules.
Thread: Cheese is my Erogenous Zone

I'm just going to post random stuff, because I can. Feel free to replyleave a note especially since I have a hard time seeing things in my inbox when I'm viewing the site on my phone , whatever. I finally got worked my way out of the Refinery gig that had me working six tens to seven fourteens a week. I was there for a little over a year fourteen months to be exact and I made a lot of money, but I missed out on a lot of things while there, so it's hard to justify the financial gains over the life experiences that may or may never come back but such is life. I got a house, a new car and a dog out of it, so there's that. Though an asshole broke my front windshield and broke out the rear passenger side window, so. . . if I ever find that Crackhead, I'm going to dance on their ribs with my fancy boots. Anyway, life is relatively good even with that shit experience. The new job site I'm at is the biggest high rise in the city and will be a WIP for at least eighteen months, the crew I'm working with is blazing away and we're a little bit ahead of schedule, so it's all good.
Thread: Cheese is my Erogenous Zone

Getting a pay bump in the career, well on my way to making a stupid amount of money for doing something that comes naturally. Finishing the assignments in class before the professor was done explaining the isometric drawing meant I had to sit around and wait while everyone else dragged themselves through the muck, I played on my phone and resisted the sirens call to fall asleep. Been up since 0400, going to be up until 2100, only eleven more weeks of this to go. . . And then three more years.
Thread: Cheese is my Erogenous Zone

Vita! I've missed seeing you.
Thread: Cheese is my Erogenous Zone

Oh hey lady 3 How's life?
Thread: Cheese is my Erogenous Zone

Life is insane! Congrats so much on all your success. You're so great.
Thread: OVA- The Phantom strikes Konosuba!?! *Character Profiles*

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Thread: OVA- The Phantom strikes Konosuba!?! *Character Profiles*

Aurora Appearance Abilities Combat Expert 3 Attack 2 Quick 2 Strength 1 Famous 1 Knowledge Monsters 2 Tough 1 Statistics Health - 5050 Endurance - 4040 To Hit - 5d6 Damage - x5 Defense - 4d6 Weaknesses Love Magnet -2 Easily Distracted -1 Greed -2 Jittery -1 Concept - Ex-adventurer barkeep Age - 32 Sex - Female Height - 510 Weight - 158lbs Hair - Brown Eyes - Green Association - The Dukes Elbow tavern Hobbies - Sage advice Allies - Adventurers Guild Enemies - Abilities - Melee attacks AccurateWeapon Rapier Cost 0 Armor piercingStunningWeapon Mace Cost 10 DefensiveTrapParryWeapon Sword and shield Cost 10
Thread: OVA- The Phantom strikes Konosuba!?! *Character Profiles*

Ynes Costa Abilities 12 2 - Smart 2 - Quick 2 - Dimensional Pocket 1 - Agile 5 - Transformation Transformation stats 2 - Combat Expert 2 - Attack 2 - Armored 2 - Evasive 2 - Combat Expert 2 - Special Recovery Will recover to full HP after transforming 1 - Toughness 1 - Vigorous -1 - Bizarre Appearance -1 - Code of Conduct Weaknesses 7 2 - Focus Jewel for transformation 2 - Limited Uses ? 1 - Shy 1 - Naive 1 - Emotionless Concept - College student Age 22 Sex Female Height 5'7 Weight 125lb Attacks Self Defense - Atk 5, Dx 3, End 0 Affinity Martial Whack with a stick - Atk 7?. Dx 5?, End 0 Affinity Martial, Weapon -5, Bigger Attack - ? Biggest Attack - ? Stats Defense - 46 Hit Points - 4050 Endurance - 4050 Threat - None what so ever lel Last edited Feb 24, 2019
Thread: OVA- The Phantom strikes Konosuba!?! *Character Profiles*

Kari Hikari Maou Princess of the Demon King Nickname Kari, Babe, Short Stuff, Princess, .....Insult Nicks Rich Bitch, Spoiled Brat, Drunk, Demon, slut, the insults can go on Concept A Princess Priestess of Light Height 5'6 Weight 106 lb Hair Brown Eyes Blue Allies Many inside of the town of Axis Enemies Very few Mostly those who know who she is Affiliations ---Secret Daughter of the Demon King ---Secret trained by the Demon King's Generals ---A local Priestess ---Job poster in Axis ---Worker in Wiz's shop ---Animal caretaker ---A very wealthy noble's kid who lives in Manors around the town of Axis. Hobbies putting up jobs in the Adventurer's Guild Hanging with Adventurers Collecting cough I mean using her manor as an animal sanctuary Drinking Clothes collecting Teleportation Service Aiding Wiz and Vanir in the magic shop
Thread: OVA- The Phantom strikes Konosuba!?! *Character Profiles*

His Picture Town Guard Leon Companion 1 Abilities Combat Expert 1 Armored 1 Evasive 1 Attack 1 Weapons Weaknesses Dullard -1 Restricted Freedom -1 Servitude Town -1 Attacks Sword Roll 4 DX 2 Endurance cost 0 Accurate 5, Weapon -5 Spear Roll 3 DX 2 Endurance Cost 0 Reach 5, Weapon -5 Defense 3 Health 20 Endurance 20 Threat Value 5 A pretty generic town guard. He is statted up as a one point companion. Leon is a boring guy that helps new comers get situated and tries to keep the peace. Last edited Mar 3, 2019