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Post by Braddoc on Jul 30, 2006 20:47:42 GMT -5
"Harharhar" four-Eyes laughed and slammed on the table a few times. "C"mon, ain't no need no reason to pluck an elf..fraggers' already got 2 conturiez in'th'world, why they stay in our cites'and drek and pollute our lives?..'They zo proud bein' an elf, go back to Tir wher' every'body's will love 'ya...They can do whut they wunt dhere 'tead of being all piss-ass hatin' lik' in Tarislar."
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Post by scawire on Jul 30, 2006 20:58:30 GMT -5
Micro take's a big swig of the beer leaving only a swig or two left. "Well I don't know a lot of elves the only one I know was from bike racing where I lost of my money I had. He did help me out after most of my money was gone. Other then that I don't know much about the workings of the elves but atleast the one I do know will help me out if I pay well." After saying that Micro takes another big swig of the beer and slams it back onto the bar look at the empty glass. He take the last drag of the smoke and puts it out. "I'm just happy to get out of this dust ball of a mine my throught gets SO dry and I get so tired of looking at rocks to see if they have any magical propertys. So a elve tribe is welcomed compared to this at least for a little while."
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