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[Greebo]

Nice little tale,Rasti -- next time I meet a sweet, young girl coaxing beautiful sounds out of a flute, I'll try to contain my fear and keep my claws sheathed!

[Rastifan]

Made a slideshow video featuring tree of the best Source posers I know.

http://rastifan.deviantart.com/journal/ ... -505485563

[Rastifan]

Nice little tale,Rasti -- next time I meet a sweet, young girl coaxing beautiful sounds out of a flute, I'll try to contain my fear and keep my claws sheathed!

There is something scary with lonely little girls. Yea I played F.E.A.R. Alma made a nervous wreck out of me.
You never know what they really are or what they will do. "Hey little girl! Are you lost? Where are your parents? I can help you find theAAAAARGH"

Next you are watching your own intestines dripping from the ceiling

[Rastifan]

Sir Terry Pratchett, author of the Discworld comic fantasy series of novels, has died aged 66.
I wish I could thank you personally for all the laughs and crackups you have given me mr. Pratchett.
I will always love your Discworld books and never tire of reading them.

Honor and respect.

[Rastifan]

A moment of silence spreads across Ankh-Morpork, from the halls of Unseen University, to the headquarters of the Watch,
to even up to the palace where Lord Vetenari sits in his office, even far across the seas of time and space where the gods
put aside their childish games in honor of the passing of a great man, whose creativity literally knew no bounds!

[Greebo]

I am sad to say farewell to this brilliant man -- he has seen to it that his own goodbye has rung out across the Twittersphere:

[Rastifan]

Death comes personally for wizards, royalty, and those most important. Terry was all of them.

[Greebo]

Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up. “Well, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.

The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy book bound in sheets of lead and night. It is the kind of book that gets stolen by a rugged adventurer from a temple with more spike-traps than the average house of worship contains. It is the kind of book to which the word “tome” might properly be applied. Frost forms on its pages from the lingering chill of the void.

The skeleton coughs once and holds the book out to the man sitting on the bed.

WOULD YOU SIGN THIS? it asks. BIG FAN.

[Greyelf]

This is one I found touching.

note: I placed it in a spoiler because it is a little long.

"I would like my pudding now nurse. And then I think I'd like to... write... something... I don't remember what."

Standing in the corner, he waits. The sand slowly flows, but it nears it's end. The old man still glows, as thousands of threads spread away from him.

SQUEAK.

I AGREE. IT IS A SHAME TO SEE HIM THIS WAY.

SQUEAK.

NO. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN.... BUT I CANNOT WAIT TO ASK HIM HOW IT ALL ENDS.

The old man looks up, through them at first... and then he sees them. For once, the smile on the hooded figure's skull is genuine.

"I... I remember you. The anth... ant..."

ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION.

"Yes, that. We knew each other?"

ONCE. AND WILL AGAIN, SIR.

He so rarely said it, and these feelings... remembering his young aprentice, and beloved daughter. The beautiful child they have.

"There... is a girl, yes?"

SHE IS SPEAKING TO THE AUDITORS, SIR. THEY ARE UNWILLING TO LISTEN.

"Well then. You know what they say, two things you cannot avoid. Taxes and..." He looks into the firey blue eyes, and becomes aware.

SQUEAK.

"Quite right. Is it time already? I have so much left to do."

YOU HAVE GIVEN ALL YOU CAN SIR.

"No, not cancer. Alzheimers."

I AM AWARE.

"So, where is the boy? I remember a boy."

CARRIAGE ACCIDENT.

"Ahh. Never much trusted cars. Or horses."

THEY GET YOU WHERE YOU WANT TO GO.

"Must I?"

SOON. BUT WE MAY SIT HERE AWHILE.

SQUEAK

DO YOU HAVE ANY BISCUITS?

"No. Shame really."

YES.

"Is it truely turtles?"

ALL THE WAY DOWN. I HAVE SEEN THEM.

"Ahh. I would love to see it. Perhaps a small trip before?"

IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE.

"The light is slower there... and there's a monkey...."

ORANGUTAN. SAME PRINCIPLE.

"Yes... will they remember me?"

SQUEAK.

"What was that? I could not hear you."

HE SAYS WE WILL, SIR.

"I never much liked the trouble people had with you. You seem like a nice fellow."

I HAVE MY DAYS.

"Don't we all?"

SOME LESS THAN OTHERS.

"Is it quick?"

YES. AND I BROUGHT THE SWORD. CEREMONY DICTATES IT.

"Ahh. How about a cup of tea?"

I WOULD ENJOY IT. DO YOU PLAY CHESS?

"No. how about checkers?"

And so they sat, two old friends regaling each other, though the old man could not remember all of the details, the cloaked man and his rat filled him in, when it was needed.

[Rastifan]

"Why?" you say! "This doesn't make any sense."
Yes it does. A ship killed her parents, so she swore revenge on all ships. See?

It's all about connecting the dots. Parent's death, Snow queen, the ice berg.
Yea I ought to win some prize for this

[Rastifan]

A little story I wrote.

[Greebo]

Am I just feeling a sense of déjà vu, Rasti, or have I seen the tale of the werewolf and the child before on the shores of this illustrious lagoon?

[Rastifan]

Am I just feeling a sense of déjà vu, Rasti, or have I seen the tale of the werewolf and the child before on the shores of this illustrious lagoon?

You may have. Not sure thought. This is a remake.

[Greebo]

Ah, of course, you put it up on page 4 only with the story not incorporated into the image -- viewtopic.php?p=80515#p80515

[Rastifan]

Anyone who says "Nah this is nothing" is a dirty filthy liar

These are plants defense mechanisms developed so other animals don't eat the fruiting body.
But what do we do? Take the worst of them, genetically crossbreed them till they're nearly pure
capsaicin and more or less fit for biological warfare.

(SHU) The Scoville scale is the measurement of the pungency (spicy heat) of chili peppers or other spicy foods.