Serenes Forest's Teehee Thread

[Sidereal Wraith]

What's he that wishes so?
My friend, Siegfried? No, my fair friend;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our forum loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my friend, wish not a man from Serenes Forest.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Siegfried, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made, 
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Kane.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Kane.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Kane."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Kane's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Wraith, Benice and Draggy,
Sooks and Dayni, Lightchaos and Twilitfalchion—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Kane’s day shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Serenes Forest now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Kane’s day.

Edited November 14, 2020 by Wraith

[Emperor_Siegfried]

Any chance Saint Kane's Day is a holiday on work days?

Edited November 14, 2020 by Emperor_Siegfried

[null]

Mad. You've all gone mad.

[Emperor_Siegfried]

Doesn't that include yourself?

[Benice]

Today, I finish VW and start AM maddening, because maybe that will be better!

FE tier lists? Nice.

Aside from SD being the top of superb, each tier ain't ordered.

[null]

I remain one of the sane few.

[Sidereal Wraith]

Just now, twilitfalchion said:

I remain one of the sane few.

Let me see. (takes the skull) Alas, poor Twilit! I knew him, Draggy, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Draggy, tell me one thing.

[Emperor_Siegfried]

So if Twilit's just a skull now, is it okay for me to call him Bonehead?

[null]

3 minutes ago, Benice said:

Today, I finish VW and start AM maddening, because maybe that will be better!

FE tier lists? Nice.

Aside from SD being the top of superb, each tier ain't ordered.

Heresy...s-such *hic* heresy!

[Acacia Sgt]

I'll just say, I just play the games. I don't rank them.

[null]

That's honestly the best perspective to have.

[Sidereal Wraith]

1 minute ago, twilitfalchion said:

Heresy...s-such *hic* heresy!

Let me see. (takes the skull) Alas, poor Twilit! I knew him, Draggy, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. —Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Draggy, tell me one thing.

[Sooks]

6 minutes ago, twilitfalchion said:

I remain one of the sane few.

Twilit we must keep up our resistance no matter the cost!

[Emperor_Siegfried]

I thought you would be proud of someone taking up your alcoholism.

[Sooks]

36 minutes ago, Shrimperor said:

I hope i was able to apropiately capture this thread in one pic

https://imgur.com/a/nkpzbJI

[null]

Just now, Sooks said:

Twilit we must keep up our resistance no matter the cost!

Yes.

*sips coffee*

[null]

Just now, Sooks said:

https://imgur.com/a/nkpzbJI

XD XD XD

[Sidereal Wraith]

Twilitfalchion:

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause—there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.

[null]

Just now, Wraith said:

Twilitfalchion:

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause—there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.

Pure poetry. Beautiful.

[Emperor_Siegfried]

Action isn't a name, it's a word.  At least in the English language anyway, maybe someone can correct me on that.

[Spara]

My Berwick Ironman's really gone to shit today.

Ward died early in 10-m because he failed to shield 3 times in a row with like 85% chance, ending the "true ironman." I'm still going to continue the run as a soft ironman with rules akin to Ruben's.

I finished 10-m, but it was a goddamn mess. Kramer died to an enemy who landed a 30%, adepted on 15%, and crit on 18% on the second hit. Leon just got destroyed by a crit from a random crossbow guy in the very bottom who was camping his event.

Then, 10-1. No promoted Enid, and I forgot to bring Aegina, so Perceval and Sherlock mopped the floor with the wyverns. However, on the top right, Izerna failed to land a 95% hit with Holy, and got killed by a 6% crit. Managed to get the Raze Etoile on Faye, who did get two strength levels, and escaped Thor before he could chase me.

Oh, and Perceval leveled defense... AGAIN. That's 2 3%s in a row. This game, I swear. 

[Ottservia]

1 hour ago, Sooks said:

>tries to pretend Severa isn’t the only reason he likes the game

I mean that’s a more valid reason to like anything if I’ve ever seen one

[Codename Shrimp]

5 minutes ago, Sooks said:

https://imgur.com/a/nkpzbJI

Perfect hahahaha xD

[Dayni]

4 minutes ago, Sooks said:

https://imgur.com/a/nkpzbJI

Thank you.

Even if I'm not in it (Does that make me the actual villain of that movie? I know we lose him in the shuffle of Civil War but he's still a good part of what is one of the stronger MCU movies)

[Codename Shrimp]

3 minutes ago, Spara said:

My Berwick Ironman's really gone to shit today.

Ward died early in 10-m because he failed to shield 3 times in a row with like 85% chance, ending the "true ironman." I'm still going to continue the run as a soft ironman with rules akin to Ruben's.

I finished 10-m, but it was a goddamn mess. Kramer died to an enemy who landed a 30%, adepted on 15%, and crit on 18% on the second hit. Leon just got destroyed by a crit from a random crossbow guy in the very bottom who was camping his event.

Then, 10-1. No promoted Enid, and I forgot to bring Aegina, so Perceval and Sherlock mopped the floor with the wyverns. However, on the top right, Izerna failed to land a 95% hit with Holy, and got killed by a 6% crit. Managed to get the Raze Etoile on Faye, who did get two strength levels, and escaped Thor before he could chase me.

Oh, and Perceval leveled defense... AGAIN. That's 2 3%s in a row. This game, I swear. 

OOF

Everything that could go wrong went wrong, it seems