Jack of the Dead

I'll also pass on the mistletoe orgy. however, FREE HUGS+shipping and handling

I don't care.

U version

Christ Mass ergo not supposed to be his birthday (in fact he was born around BC 3 or 4) and it was planned around the time of many other pagan celebrations so that people would go to Christian celebrations as opposed to the pagan ones.

I hated Seth because he couldn't use axes.

why do the people that he does not love get grouped with the haters? (sadness)

I was thinking about doing a SF version of twelve days of christmas earlier... wtf?

cake lie cake

I'm disappointed that you missed the line.

This.

I think you'll get mind raped. and physically raped.

granted but I wish for more wishes

first impressions last a long time, ragefox.

lets see, when I first joined SF in april, and was finally able to see avys and sigs, her sig was of a 5 hanging bodies with no heads and blood dripping out of every single one of them. and something about the words "resident sadist."

there is so much truth to this,

granted, a bloody duck bill is plastered to your forehead. I wish for lies.

Give the person above you and below you a gift! Since I'm starting I'll just do a below gift. above: below: Box of Chocolate!

don't push it.

I realized that adding rein made it better

YES!!! fix'd

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through SF Not a creature was stirring, not even El Rey Leon. The exiled were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Root Admin Jyo soon would be there. The members were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Tangerines danced in their heads. And Lumi in her 'kerchief, and Furet in his cap, Had just settled thier laptops for a long winter's nap. When out in the forest there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my grave to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a Jigglypuff, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The Eclipse on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny moddeer. With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St Jyo. More rapid than Dondon his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! "Now Narga! now, Shuuda! now, Sirius and Lord Glenn! On, Musashi! On, Fireman!, on Nightmarre and Vincent! To the top of the forums! to the top of the wall! Now ban away! Ban away! Ban away all!" As trueblade that before the wild Wist flies, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Jyosua too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The slamming and smashing of each banhammer. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St Jyosua came with a bound. He was dressed all in Emerald, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with Agnaktor soot. A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a Red Fox, just opening her Tangerine. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like V-raven's text, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a Reinfleche, And the beard of his chin was as white as Paper. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a Phoenix. He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a Dio of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of Waha Knife! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know Kai had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his Popo, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose! He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight, "FE Christmas to all, and to all a Jeigan Knight!" I know this is the cheesiest think I've ever done. but it is my gift to all of you.

there's a rescue staff in the room to the right of zeph. if a person is playing HHM they should at least know that trick instead of trying to racing to the middle. (but ursula appears on the right of HHM right? that strategy needs a little work. but its still better than having to beat all the fighters and myrms to the room.)

best: fe7 cav->paladin. stat gains aren't all that amazing IIRC but you get complete manipulation of the weapon triangle. the only problem was finding places for all the weapons. All around good unit. worst. fe10 rogue-> whisper Sothe was pretty close to being useless around the endgame for the times I played through. then again so was micaiah.

my advice, get an editor. it covers the main points but it doesn't sound right. the english is messed up. it needs to be clearer.

as to the topic of telling people to go kill theirselves... don't die young, please. I have enough work already. (texans, this is mainly aimed toward you.)