I apologise to you all if you feel that I have not contributed to the war efforts to a satisfactory degree over the last 12 to 24 hours. Soon the reason for my relative quiet shall become apparent as I shall in a short time be in a position to reveal solid evidence that Esquilaxativia is indeed a threat to our lands. We have drummed up...erm...

...uhh...we have umm...

...sorry turned up evidence which will prove that Esquilax has developed a weapon which would have diabolical effects on mankind if deployed.

More later!

I must reveal my support of the Rabbit-God Himself. The heretics on a 'holy crusade' against our beloved leder is nothing more than dust, soon to be wiped of His home.

Thy Rabbit-God shall always stand proud as an eternal mark of our glory, and of His endurance in dark times!

(I support the Rabbit-God! )

/bad command or filename

@Taw: More like /bad words about wabbitsees

@Esq: The Orillan Empire - you may know us from such topics as "Rule Your Own Country" and "Rule Your Own Country 2" - will assist in the war against the heretic leaders.

A battalion of fourty-five battleships carrying three million litres of supreme imperial super-fine ginger beer are now travelling to the Rabbit-God's home.

The Orillan Empire will convert to the religion of the Rabbit-God in two weeks, after final ceremonies has been spoken and done.

May the Rabbit-God guide your path.

Edited by - Orillion.net on 12/7/2005 7:32:06 AM

<waggles tassles> misguided youth. the wabbit does not reward his minions. or his onions.

There is no reward. Following the Rabbit-God, bathing in the light of His glory is enough.

I'm at a loss for words....

@Orillion: You'd be better diverting dem der ships to the Jaskatorians so it would save me having to send it on to them when we defeat the fur ball. As for your two week lead time, two weeks too late!

@Taw: ? A loss for words...shoore, isn't there always the odd bad'un jus' fer dis occasyun.

EDIT: Just two, too, to many typos.

Edited by - druid on 12/7/2005 8:20:50 AM

Of course you are at loss of words. You are a trembling, falling enemy of the Rabbit-God.

I wouldn't *quite* have put it like that myself. More like, I'm in shock. Anyway, how are you planning to get your GB supplies from Volveau-land to the Burrow on the Far-side of the World? not that he has room in that cramped hole for 3 million litres of GB... maybe a dozen crates or so. And he won't let you in.

Of course he will let me in. More allies to crush you unbelievers are always needed. And as for a " ... cramped hole" I think you know yourself that the Rabbit-God lives in no cramped hole.

The Rabbit Warren Warden trusts no one. He's said it a bazillion times. He trusts no one.

For a deeply discounted price, Orillion, I will take that useless beverage off your hands.

Edited by - Indy11 on 12/7/2005 11:45:46 AM

but i have seen the interior of the Burrow. In an sad attempt to compare the colourful artistry of Taw Towers with his dank habitat, the Wascally wabbit sent me a picture of the interior of the Warren. dark and cramped it is indeed. and intended for sole occupation. you'll be sleeping on the floor; IF he lets you in. You might touch Typhon, and that stops him working.

Oh no, Indy, that beer be for the Rabbit-God and no-one else

As for you, "Grand Mullah", I think you are trying to use worthless propaganda to persuade weak-minded people into joining your 'holy war' aganist the already proclaimed leader of all the world.

And as far as the "Taw Towers" goes... You should see the Orillan Flagship. Oh- wait. You will. For the final strike shall come. Tremble before the might of the Rabbit-God.