and now I have your souls, or at least a bond on your property, which is much the same thing.

*Steps from shadows* Ah! Revisionist history at its finest! However one question remains... did all of that happen before or after the kidnapping and indoctrination of the leaders of Mustantopia and the PDRNS by the evil forces of Sooty, Sweep, and Auntie? *Returns to shadows eagerly awaiting a response*

sahdows are banned in Tawakalnistan, I decided they were un-Islamic.

In the hazy mists of the between time. The age when the PDRNS was no more and the IPRT was yet to be, a beaten man, a man with no purpose wandered about the countryside.

He sought escape in any form he could find it but preferred herbs and patent medicines of a certain mind altering quality.

He slept in storm drains, took meals from the garbage put out at night by restaurants ... and stole their tea towels for clothing and warmth. And he dreamed his dreams. Of strange stuffed animal-like beings that told him to be nice and good and thoughtful and honest. ...To be what he'd never think of being were he in a more lucid state.

Dreams turned to reality and reality turned to dreams as he wandered about from one restaurant refuse bin to another.

One day, while feasting lustily at an Indian takeaway, almost suffocating himself in the discards of shrimp vindaloo and chicken tikka masala, a restaurant washup boy caught sight of him ripping open the rubbish bags to get at the morsels within and chased after him with a broken mop.

Cornered, the dreamer turned on his assailant and shed the tea towels that were draped about his head. The attacker stopped and howled at the site of the horrid green visage, dropped the mop handle and ran away shrieking "aaaiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

After evacuating what turned out to be rather tainted vindaloo and masala then and there, and still breathing heavily the stranger rearranged the tea towels, picked up the mop handle and headed back to his resting place, an abandoned warehouse.

There he slept fitfully, dreaming of even stranger things of stuffed animals morphing in to military officers and suited government apparatchiks.... of redundant arrays of inexpensive disk drives, overflights of military aircraft and endless parades of armored battalions and shock troops... and of rows upon rows of American chocolate candies, Irish cigarettes and lascivious magazines.

On the morning, the tea towel wrapped stranger was gone......Soon after, however, tales began to spring up of a wise man who could solve many problems of the day with simple words and kind gestures.....

Edited by - Indy11 on 4/25/2005 7:18:23 PM

Hello everyone, you may not remember me but I'm Oghma, ex-modder, professional lurker, and veteran of these forums since 2003. At this time, I would like to confirm my support for the Rabbit-God, and would also like to take this opportunity to quote a passage from the "Book of the Rabbit", Genesis, Chapter II, Verse V as penned by the High Priest of the Rabbit-God himself.

"And so it was that on the third day, the Rabbit-God came down from on-high in a fiery chariot that outshone the sun itself and proclaimed His Lordship and Dominion over the hopping and peaceful inhabitants of Esquilaxitavia. It is told that He then raised His paws to the heavens and cried 'Today is a Holy day! Today let the Word go forth from this time and place that Esquilaxitavia is under the protection of the Rabbit-God! Let all heed well the words of the Rabbit-God and obey well the words of His chosen priests! Now go ye forth and multiply, as only the folk of Esquilaxitavia can in order that we may grow and prosper, and defend ourselves against those who would consume us!" As He lowered his paws from the heavens, a great cry went up, and word travelled throughout the city. And so it was that the fonts and basins in the Great Cathedral burst forth and overflowed with the Holy Libation Ginger Beer, and all stood in amazement, and there was much rejoicing and consumption of carbonated beverages. And so it was that the people of the Rabbit-God proclaimed their love for Him, knowing that their patron would watch over them, and protect them from the enemies of the Rabbitfolk of which the rabbit-eating Mullah of Tawakalnistan was foremost, followed closely by the blasphemous practices of the leader of Daftopia...."

Edited by - oghma on 4/25/2005 11:08:58 PM

<falls off chair in hilarity>

Oghma. aka Esqui-lax, very lax. how transparent is that?

Kai-Ping-Fu didnt get caught for weeks, nor Carnevale.

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followed closely by the blasphemous practices of the leader of Daftopia

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And all will kneel before him

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Oghma. aka Esqui-lax, very lax. how transparent is that?

Kai-Ping-Fu didnt get caught for weeks, nor Carnevale

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What admirable qualities those alter-egos displayed...

Kai-Ping-Fu was great! he told interesting stories and was a bloody good laugh. And.. he ended up at the court of Kublai Khan in legendary Xanadu - oh yes...

Carnevale was a bit of an arse though, I must admit. do you know, he's working as a guide for American tourists in the Congo of all places?

Edited by - Tawakalna al-Fedayeen on 4/27/2005 11:20:33 AM

ive never heard of the-congo-of-all-places, is that anything like the butt-end-of-no-where?

it's nothing like *Ashford* if that's what you mean.

*Steps from shadows* Eh? Who said that I was Oghma? I just checked the profile; that account was created in 2003. Why would I wait so long before using it? More of the Mullah's crazy theories!

Og - Nice work old chum .
*Returns to shadows*

that wasn't very convincing..

*Hops from shadows* Not convincing? Neither was your assertion Mullah *Hops back into shadows*