PLAYERS' BOARD

Ah, the wonder of love.
That ephemeral feeling of joy.
It comes to us all at some point,
'twixt a girl and that ** special ** boy.

The heart flutters madly when meeting,
The object of one's true affection.
It gives us the strength to take on the world
No matter the fear of rejection.

It enables the working of miracles,
It youthens the heart with it's touch.
It changes the life for ever,
Some little and some very much.

So it gives me the greatest of pleasure,
To announce to the world all around.
That Seven has married Anduril,
And I hope that great joy will abound.

For Seven's a wondrous lady.
And Anduril's quite a nice chap.
To sing and to dance and to clap.
But I missed it, alas, to my shame.
I discovered it only today
But from now I wish them the best in all things,
And this is why I will now say,
Congrats on the wedding folks!

-- Malym the Bard

After the turn of the century,
In the peaceful litle town of Melenendree,
A baby was born, who was big and bad,
He became the evil tyrant known as "Garon the Mad".
He ruled that town with an iron fist,
He was hated through and through but people couldn't resist,
Adventurers tried and adventurers died,
And Garon scattered their bodies 'cross the countryside.

10, 20, 30, 40 thousand and more,
That bloody Dread Garon,
Was running up that score.
50 thousand died trying to end that spree,
Of the evil tyrant Garon of Melenendree.

Then along came a hero with leathery wings,
Who said "I'll teach that Garon, a couple of things".
I'll make him pay for the evil he's done
And rid Melenendree of that son-of-a-gun.
He stormed into the palace,
He started to attack,
But the evil was too strong,
And he was beaten back.

Scooby vowed he would get that man,
So he asked his magic Turnip for a new battle plan.
He challenged the tyrant to a deadly duel,
Then primed himself by eating magic mushroom fuel.
When the time came for battle,
They met in the street,
They stood nose to nose,
Coz bats don't have feet.

The the spells started flying,
And the air went green,
They both turned invisible and couldn't be seen.
Their magic tore the air!
The innocent died!
Scooby brought them back to life,
But the tyrant he fried!

10, 20, 30, 40 thousand and more,
That bloody Dread Garon,
Was running up that score.
50 thousand died trying to end that spree,
Of the evil tyrant Garon of Melenendree.

-- Malym the Bard

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Edited by Seandr
March 25, 2003