OOG quotes IG

Aim Low, Swing hard, Call Hold

Killing one Dragon makes you an adventurer; killing two makes you a guildie

Roleplayers never quit and quitters do three counts!

The Undead do not build character. They reveal it
 
Ain't no grave, gonna hold my body down
Ain't no grave, gonna hold my body down
When Emilio comes around I'm gonna get up outta the ground
Ain't no grave, gonna hold my body down

Come on over Emilio, you got a Void shard I see
Emilio don't you cast that ritual until you hear from me
I looked way over yonder and ah whatta you think I see?
I see a band of adventurers and they're coming after me!

Then I looked way down the river
Saw the people dressed in chain.
I knew they were my people, 'cause I saw them channel Drain.

Ain't no grave, gonna hold my body down
Ain't no grave, gonna hold my body down
When Emilio comes around I'm gonna get up outta the ground
Ain't no grave, gonna hold my body down
 
Dan Nickname Beshers said:
Gary, don't you have classes and stuff?

"The orc calling the goblin green."

Nope. At the shelter. Low on homeless folks today. Nice weather?

(As the excessive number of npcs glide quietly by)

"We're gonna need a bigger adventuring party."
 
"Dragon walks into a tavern, tavern keep asks, 'Why the long face?' Dragon sets the tavern keep on fire and says 'If I hear that stupid joke one more time...' "
 
"When push comes to shield bash... so, never."

"Ring a ring of power
Oblit for half an hour
Heartstone, Heartstone
Backlash the town."

"The more things change, the more they are probably F'ing Void's fault."
 
"Ours is not to reason why. Ours is to get lifed, or die."
 
If you give a dwarf a hammer he will want a rendered shield.

Life is like a Circle of Power: it's a ninth level spell.

Better Ward than worry.

To be humble to Superiors is Duty, to Equals Courtesy, to Inferiors Nobleness, to Kobolds Foolishness.
 
You can lead a fighter to water, but you can't make his friends life him.
 
This...is my BOOMSTICK! *holds up wand*

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Mecha-Brownie

Twas brillig, in the slimy grove
The fallen fae hath made:
All brownies in their golems rode,
And through adventurers did wade.

"Beware the Brownie-mech, my son!
The gears that grind, the claws that catch!
Beware the Pure Lord, and shun
The frumious gliding bats!"

He took his vorpal-coated sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he, by the poo smeared tree
And stood there, still in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Brownie-mech, with claws that maim,
Came graking through the tulgey wood,
And clackered as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal’d blade went snicker-snack!
He left it still, as the brownie’s shrill
Cries met with each single hack.

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

Twas brillig, in the slimy grove
The fallen fae hath made:
All brownies in their golems rode,
And through adventurers did wade.
 
Well done, but this game is not yet over.
 
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