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Just pledge your allegiance here. You may also choose your title which is subject to Lord Chaos' approval. To seal this pledge...here's a Dark Waffle. Breathe in its aroma of hate. Partake of its delicious evilness.
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No need to get miffed at the invitation, Princess. It was worth a try. After all, you are here, when you have Newcago. You are also a Svrakiss, and we were wondering if you needed companions who understood condemnation and despair - something which belongs to our dark dominion.
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Thank you Princess Delightful. Please remain in the foyer as it is the only room in the Chaos Palace that is safe for Newcagoans. Unless of course you wish to join us. There is absolutely no reason why we should not enjoy the delights of gourmet food while darkly scheming. Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please take a slice?"
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Maybe I have dyslexia, because when I read Chaos' rank, I read it as Confounder. A more appropriate description of his proclivities, I should think.
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I prepared batter earlier for real Dark Batter, but I'm just using triple chocolate for this (cocoa powder in the batter), then I folded egg whites, then folded with freshly ground cocoa beans, then finally folded with melted dark chocolate. I'm going to see later if the result is still crispy on the outside and moist/fluffy on the inside. I used some olive oil for the batter as well. I beat this with leftover hate from the skirmish with the Scholar, so I'm pretty satisfied.
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Quitecontrary replied to Lurthemir's topic in Social Groups, Clans, & Guilds
First, your Princess, now you. That number follows you Newcagoans everywhere - a reflection of your true Intent. And it must be your Memory that is at fault, because I never reached the Steel Archives. And I'm a Cook. Cooks are not squeamish. unless if it was at the sight of blood that turns them to the dark side Of course, milord, and you have my eternal gratitude. You just had perfect timing, is all. I'm a little amused that I broke the Scholar's teeth and he was angry about it, and used The Force to retaliate. He must've forgotten that the Dark Lord Aether has pronounced me a Sith Apprentice of Lists -a Listh Apprentice. I would've defended myself just fine. -
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Quitecontrary replied to Quitecontrary's topic in General Discussion
Lol, Joe. I'd forgotten I said that. I maintain it to be truth though. Unless the book is a mass market or second trade paperback copy, it won't leave my bedroom. Go ahead. It amuses me to be reminded of these slip ups. EDIT: Revisiting the map, it's kinda sad to see only myself and skaa in our country. I'm sure there's more...enough to fill a Sharder Party. -
Did you read Feather's post? It was a good discussion on old english grammar. Thou shall not quote grammatically incorrect Knaves. It makes us cringe. Is that how you make people suffer? Oh, before I forget, isn't there a bounty on your head? *throws a Wafflebomb at the Scholar before exiting the rink*
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You really shouldn't tire yourself so, milord. But I agree. That bookish creature deserved it. (May his name never be spoken in these hallowed halls.)
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Quitecontrary replied to Quitecontrary's topic in General Discussion
For my gratitude, and because you're of my guild...I'll change it. *on mobile now, so I'll check if I can do it here* EDIT: Done. -
My deepest gratitude to you, my Lord, for your generosity, and unlimited power. I am back from the Newcago Court to head the Wafflesworn Kitchens here in the Palace of Chaos. My allegiance is to you, first and always. I will create Waffle in the name of Chaos.
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The Mistress of the Wafflesworn, stood up, still steaming after being healed by the Lord of Chaos. She looked at the Ice Palace, the beautiful food laid out, and smiled. "As Princess Delightful has said, The Wafflesworn needs to send another representative here. Master Leftinch, we live to fight another day. And I hope you're not keeping dangerous retired agents in your windowless archives. I will head the kitchens of the Lords of Chaos, and my shadow will no longer grace these halls, as my Lord Chaos commands." *leaves the ice palace for good*
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The Mistress gasped, then fell on all fours on the cold, hard floor. Blood gushed out of the three wounds and though the Scholar used smaller spikes, it didn't make it hurt any less. In fact, like a smaller pinch, it hurt more. Then her body shuddered, vibrated, and the spikes slowly let themselves out of her body. She took a moment, and waited to let the blood stop flowing, then slowly stood to face the Scholar who caused the pain. She looked at thim intensely and cocked her head to the side. It was eerie the way her eyes repaired itself. "That hurts. Everytime. No matter how many times it's done.", she said huskily. "But it's not my first time, Scholar. I allowed you this, in payment for that knife in your back. The thing is, you had to choose old spikes. " "You really should've chosen fresher, bigger spikes, Scholar." She clenched her fist and Pulled Leftinch through the steel spikes in his clothing. As soon as he got near, fast as lightning, she punched him in the face, breaking his teeth. Then she walked out of the court. "I am a Lady of Chaos, a Goddess of Murder. Don't you ever attempt to do this again. Puny spikes don't work."
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Her hand stilled as she was about to open the door to the Archives. "Master Leftinch, how did you know what books to suggest? Like you had an inkling of what's going on in my head? Chaos once called me Goddess of Murder.Did he tell you about me?", she said quietly, looking at the glass door, and seeing the scholar's reflection come closer. She turned to see Leftinch there...far too close, knife in hand.
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The Mistress of the Kitchens looks at the blood on the floor and freezes. "M-master Leftinch...can you please have someone tidy that up?" She heard her heartbeat thundering in her ears. The call of blood was so strong. She turned on her heel and walked swiftly to the stone cold stairs leading to the Archives. She needed to find answers now.
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Queen Elsa. It exists. A room which contains a myriad of breakable items. Pots, vases, mirrors, crystals, plates, etc. When I'm exasperated, I go to this room, pick up something and throw it against the wall. Prevents my...other side...from hurting others...like what I just asked Joe to do to the regenerated Quiver. Master Leftinch. Feel free to take revenge on me after what I did to you. And *whispers* do you have any books in your archive to help me deal with this?
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Awww Panda! You'll get presents. We'll remember. (We just have to know your location and send you an anonymous package.) *rubs palms together* -- Happy birthday, Joe and Macen!!!!!! Here's a fluffy cake with waffle crust for you and everyone!!!
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Where can I purchase these regenerating bodies? It would be a great stress reliever and would give me a chance to replace my Vase and Glass Breaking Room.
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My apologies for offending your sensibilities, Sir Swimmingly. But blood...*shudders* I have to go. My, evil self is rearing its ugly head again. That. Was a Forged Knave. The real one must be disrupting another kingdom right now. But thank you for restoring peace once again, Queen Elsa. And thank you for proving that you really are she. Or are you?...*dum dum duuuum* -- My apologies, Princess Delightful. My hobbies have gotten in the way of my duties. Like I said, beware of hobbies. They can sometimes...take over.
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*bloodlust subsiding* Thank you, Joe. I appreciate the trophy. It will do nicely for my collection. *puts Quiver's head in a bag* *licks blood off fingers*
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Is there any other?
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Because English is a second language for me, I totally appreciate the grammar geekiness!!! Take an upvote, Brightlady Feather!
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*Stabs Leftinch at the back with a butter knife, to paralyze, not to kill* Joe, we are waiting for that ChaosAxe to come down and we have no more patience. That is not the real Elsa. I feared that she might have been forged by the Knave who was planning this all along. As soon as he was raised to the rank of Forger, he did this. I put milk (not white chocolate), and brown food color and not chocolate on the Chwaffle and she still loved it! Chocolate is what makes the real queen happy. This....impostor...forged out of dead souls and whatnot is NOT the real queen.
