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Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:16 am
by Decretum
Part of the skulking passive crew (y)

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:23 am
by Shio hime
Hasn't been able to make threads for a month.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 7:21 pm
by AlterntiveAntagonist
another of the foul fetid gooseberry fool who dares to disturb the sanctimony of my holy thread

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:33 pm
by Fabong
My favourite member of sonm. Honour to browse with them, hope to speak to them some day but until then I'll suffer.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 2:26 pm
by PiGreat
meme level is diabolical, needs better content

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 5:22 pm
by AlterntiveAntagonist
pretends to like video games so boys will like him

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 12:35 am
by Twi
Legends tell of an old soul. The Timuten tribes of the Arctic circle call it "Kutu kutu", the seafaring gypsies of Madagascar term him "Ny Voalohany Ombiasy", while the ancient Bonpo shamans revered him as "Guru Padmasambhava" and the less-than-official Nintendo forums of the late 2000s know it only as "AlterntiveAntagonist". The superior sentient beings that surround our known universe may be the only ones to understand the singularity in the variances. Myths passed down in literal Chinese whispers name the Old Soul as the first self-aware consciousness to transcend matter, energy and being, however it originated with these stories that these whispers suffer the cost of their current reputation. The truth is not a Chinese whisper, nor a Tibetan tradition. The fiercest and most wise of the old souls is not self-aware, nor a king, queen, ruler or revered character. In 363BC, the beginnings of Creole tradition were still flourishing, in- as so far as history speaks- silence. History does not tell of the man who that day rerouted an entire small army, a single man with no purpose on the battlefield and no motive in the war; unexpected, unwarranted, unpredictable, unstoppable. Unknown to both sides, yet lethal to one and unasked for by the other. But, dear reader, I know of another name. A name fitting for the amorphous, pale magenta, stealth-savvy alien.
Ender of Wars. Confounder of Rationalists. The Jabberducky's Tamer. The True Quiz of the Forum Games.

"N. K."
The Sentient Meme

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 2:01 am
by Decretum
Ali is a man's man

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 2:21 am
by Troggy
Decretem is a lovely chap. One of the nicest folks I've seen on SONM.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 2:28 am
by PiGreat
robits

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 6:38 am
by AlterntiveAntagonist
an ancient liverpool tart who dares disturb my rest

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 6:47 pm
by Fabong
My favourite member of sonm. Honour to browse with them, hope to speak to them some day but until then I'll suffer.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 8:41 pm
by AlterntiveAntagonist
it's like if someone came up to you like that how would you even react to that kind of thing?

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 3:12 pm
by Aren142
The lesser of evils... supposedly.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 4:58 pm
by AlterntiveAntagonist
i only need to gooseberry fool you up once fool

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 8:08 am
by RainbowGazelle
Wants me to think I'm dead.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:43 pm
by AlterntiveAntagonist
you are

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 3:44 pm
by Twi
1480AD. Civil war breaks out in what will eventually come to be known as 'Louisiana'. Stretching deltas and prairie land belie the feeling of claustrophobia felt by the two rival clans. In the centre of the empty space, the leaders of two of the region's largest rogue clans meet, to discuss the terms of war. The conversation began to heat up.
"This land isn't big enough for the both of us, Redcloud."
"You are wrong."

Therein lied the conflict. A watcher stood in the middle of the river, seemingly motionless despite the rushing water which reached his thighs; the centre of the river should have been deepest and it was unclear as to how he'd managed to get there. A single arrow whirled from his direction, striking Redcloud in the temple. The blow sent the more pugnacious of the clan leaders tumbling to the ground almost 4 feet to his left. The frontliners of Redcloud's clan stood 30 or so metres behind their previous leader. But from their point of view, it was only visible that blood was shed, without knowing who did the shedding.
"They killed him! Attack!" cried the most enraged out of the bewildered front-line. Snapping harshly into the reality of war, the young men around him began to charge. It was only near the encampment where a clan witch doctor discussed with his apprentice something resembling the truth of the situation.
"It's here." said the primal mage.
"???" pondered the apprentice.
The witch doctor looked out, half a mile away, to the river that this delta belonged to. Sure enough, a solitary figure stood true, gazing back. Immediately, the witch doctor barked a clear order to her apprentice,
"Tell them to retreat. This area, day or event is plagued by ill omen."
"The battle has starte--"
"Take Haste and run! Find Oceancloud, the man with the warhorn. Tell him to sound the retreat at once."

The apprentice turned and mounted the horse named Haste. He rode to where the frontliners stood, the area now filling with more and more troops from behind the encampment. He sounded a horn of his own. A man of blue warpaint and a large crown of feathers approached him, atop an equally adorned horse. The strategist of the fight, Oceancloud.
The apprentice looked at Oceancloud, pointing wildly at the front line with urgency, where a battle had already commenced. Arrows flew like the blood they drew from their victims, and all around, circling horse riders ploughed into each other. The numbers on both sides appeared equal, and warcries sounded out from every direction. The apprentice pointed to the front line skirmish of 30 or so men,
"Soun--"
A 'thwup' audibly cut through the air.
Oceancloud, a wisened-looking, hardened yet gaunt middle aged man, glared piercingly as the apprentice dropped from Haste, dropped from behind by an arrow not usually found in these parts. As he watched the young boy fall, he looked up to where the arrow had come from, seeing a caped figure in the middle of a river. Folklore had never been accurate, easily bent and broken, or at least that was viewpoint Oceancloud once held. Now, things were different, stories that had kept him awake at night as a child now rushed to the forefront of his mind, clashing with his sense of reasoning like the proximate skirmish.
It was not any clear instruction which drove him to sound the retreat that day, but merely a childlike fear as his mind regressed in an instant back to those 'bogeyman' tales that his elders still told. Forces of nature have no bias, no side to take, nor inclination of reasoning or morality. They are merely facets of equilibrium, wisps of chaos which occasionally string together to form more profound wisps of chaos. The same witch doctor who once taught this child, fallen from his horse, coughing blood up in an arrhythmic fashion, had told him that 'as the wind carves the world and the waters carve the land, life is carved by omens of nature'.
The selfsame witch doctor tore at his hair, hearing voices in his head, loudly resonating from the river. Voices no mortal should hear, but few will.

"Live. Live and tell the stories that your warriors will not listen to. Heed the day you were visited by Ay-Ay, Consort of the Animelands, Lord of the Mememen, Manifestation of Chaos."
The last few words began to sound as if they were taking visceral form, sounding as if the being saying them was drawing closer and closer, bringing more and more pain as the doctor hastily prepared incense and herbs, but not before it was too much pain for her to bear. By the time the migraines had finished, a bruised, retreating force were surrounding the teepee on their way back towards the general direction of the encampment. For whatever reason, the battle had ended. It is unclear as to why retreat was begotten on both sides, though like many parts of history, only half is told, and the rest to be assumed.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 4:42 pm
by Decretum
Created the Suprise Mystery Quest which raises many questions

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 4:53 pm
by Kappa
war

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 6:17 pm
by Dix
can't remember the last time we had a conversation, but we definitely did at some point.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 7:02 pm
by Aren142
Bit of an angel delight.

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 8:01 pm
by AlterntiveAntagonist
ruins. all i see are ruins of the world once my own, taken over by the goons. the goons come in various sizes but all of them are basically sanctimonious liverpool tart.

looks like i have to come out of retirement for one last job

just when i thought i was out they pull me back in

and this time, it's personal

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 9:42 pm
by RichardUK
When I was young
It seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh, it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
They like to sing so happily
So joyfully
Oh, playfully watching me

Love, peace and unity
Siberia the place to be
The K the L the F and anthology
Hallelujah

Re: Comment on the Commenter Above (don't spam this thread)

Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 10:11 pm
by Shio hime
Absolute lad. King of money related banter.