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CupofJoe
Myth Weaver
Would Madam prefer a slice of Chest or Thigh from the carvery?
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Bare chest and knee-high boots were all the rage in gladiator fashion but left something to be desired in terms of protection.
Rosemary Tea
Auror
This was supposed to be a deathless match! Deathless! What part of that do you not understand?
CupofJoe
Myth Weaver
Cedric had never really understood the rules of Beach Volleyball.
Mad Swede
Auror
Aaaand.... CUT!
Miles Lacey
Archmage
"I fear that all we've done is turn these Christians into martyrs."
Cleaning up after a Dutch carnival is quite the ordeal given our size. See here: A rudely littered mask after the 11th of the 11th.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Fed up, prometheus tosses away his mask and wont wear it anymore. Zeus and Hera reportedly livid.
Mad Swede
Auror
Blue eyes, baby's got blue eyes...
Miles Lacey
Archmage
"The discovery of such a huge mask proves beyond any doubt that aliens, not the Dutch, built the dykes." - Ancient Aliens "documentary" series.
FifthView
Vala
"My name is Ozy-Rozius, hyooman beans;
Look on my Works, ye mortals, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Through the display
Of that colossal Stare, boundless and bare
The lone and empty Skies stretch far away.
Rosemary Tea
Auror
In the Land of the Giants, every port is guarded by the previous king, represented by a copy of his death mask.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Earlier efforts at capturing the face of liberty were simply discarded...
Does this crown make my head look big?
pmmg
Myth Weaver
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Bartholomew’s hasty reproduction of the library’s most popular scroll was interrupted by the Copyright Sphinx, who ate infringers with great frequency and enthusiasm.
A new archetype has entered the dating scene: The Flying Cougar
Mad Swede
Auror
Those instructions really were Greek to you, weren't they? You should have done the summoning in Egyptian...
Miles Lacey
Archmage
Idpol was the most feared daemon that stalked the ancient libraries. They were always ready to devour any hapless scribe who used the wrong pronoun.