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[Kristorf]

Oyy, took me hours to do that skin and you go and scratch it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Guest]

Sorry, Chris! It just looks so good and holds up so well up close like that I couldn't resist :!: :wink:

[313_Sheddan]

Nice skin, but... Why is the uprised Slovak shooting the Spit?

[RAF_Magpie]

Because he has his upraised hackles up

[Guest]

Well, yes, Sheddan, there is that, isn't there. Rather than attempting to explain myself, permit to offer this quote which I am certain will make everything quite clear:

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Well, there we have it, Sheddan. Right from the horse's mouth. I hope this clears everything up for you, Sheddan

[Shooter]

Great title & crisp shot mate, where do you get these 109s from with the odd markings, or should I say, unfamiliar Nice colors in this shot mate plus nice to see a 109 getting the upper hand for a change


Check PMs mate, left you an essay

I read that jabberwocky thing when I was a egg at school, was kinda scary then, now its errr...jus bizarre....wow, memories of bliss.

School wasnt my favorite, I believe I was invisible for the best part of it, only becoming visible when dimensions came together, commonly at flash points and aftermaths....but it was nt all bad.

In the latter part of my sentence I blossomed from the ashes of my prison like school, I played the synthesizer whilst the vile pit of doom burned, there I became a most beauteous and fantastical creature, like a peacock I was

Behold Brave New World, bare witness to my transition into Prince Charming, New Romantic melodies rushing through my viens, a glint in my eye & nothing to be scared of....The rest is history, as you know, I havent changed much at all

[Guest]

:lol: :lol: :lol:

Thanks, M8!

School was intolerable for me. They went at the pace of the lowest common denominator. Could have finished the whole bloody mess much sooner. That was the torture of it :!:

Didn't fall into any of the set social groups. Did my own thing. Was most interested in expolring and investigating things and in creating new things. It was what was not known and what had not yet been done that caught my fancy :wink:

Most of my firends were lunatics :!: :lol: :lol: :lol: Birds of a feather... :wink: