This is the bump of a sad sad Fixer..hoping everyone else's day goes better. Work sucks, Life sucks..bump bump bump. Yay.
This is the bump of a sad sad Fixer..hoping everyone else's day goes better. Work sucks, Life sucks..bump bump bump. Yay.
General Hershel "Kasimir" Jurik
President of Division 9 R.S.G.E
Fixer
RK-1
Braumiester of the Pagan Bartenders, wielder of dual SSo8s
Stealer of hearts, creds, and anything not nailed down!
being up for 24 hours bump
what the heck is challa?
and this is a girlfriend doesn't hate Kas so Kas is happy again bump.
General Hershel "Kasimir" Jurik
President of Division 9 R.S.G.E
Fixer
RK-1
Braumiester of the Pagan Bartenders, wielder of dual SSo8s
Stealer of hearts, creds, and anything not nailed down!
how about a being late to work bump
And a Saturday morning bump, before blitzing to the supermarket
Jen Markarian - Put the weirdness back in Omni-Mining
Updating my stories -- 19/03/08. Going slowly, but certainly
Anarchy Reloaded - AO webcomics for the sake of being silly
I never want to lose what I have finally found
There's a requiem
A new congregation
And it's telling me: go forward and walk
Under a brighter sky
-- Delerium, Euphoria --
Just a little something..inspired by my namesake..Led Zepplin's "Kashmir"
Oh let the leets beat down upon my face
Rollerats fill my dreams
I'm a traveller of bot Grid and space
to be where I have been
run with elders in the great Fixer race
Grid armor seldom seen
talk of days for which we sit and wait
all will be un-nerfed...
(seriously badass trumpet bit)
Talk and song from Fixers drunk and stumbling, drinking Omni beer
But not a word I heard could I relate, their speech was not quite clear..
oh...baby...runbuffs get me flyin'
ooooh...hey mama yeah! ai't no denyin', no denyin'
All I see...turns to black
As the padded love...covers my back
and my eyes..behind stylin shades
into the Fixer grid I fade..
Oh pilot of the yalm I leave no trace
like a ghost in the gridstream
heed the path that's made me what I am, though some days I wanna scream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moons, I will return again
sure as the dust brigade will feel my doom, for my name is Kasimir....
(kickass trumpets again)
Oh father of the grid surf power my shoes, leaping cross light-years
with nothin on but shades and a smile, streaking without fear...
General Hershel "Kasimir" Jurik
President of Division 9 R.S.G.E
Fixer
RK-1
Braumiester of the Pagan Bartenders, wielder of dual SSo8s
Stealer of hearts, creds, and anything not nailed down!
To the tune of 'Wanna Be Like You' from Disney's: The Jungle Book
/disco
Now I'm the king of the blitzing scene,
/delay 3000
I'm the fixer VIP.
/delay 3000
I've reached the Boss and had to pause
/pulp
/delay 3000
And thats what's been botherin' me.
/delay 5000
/nono
I wanna be 'the man', fixer,
/disco
/delay 3000
and speed right through the town
/disco
/delay 3000
and be just like the other men, I'm tired of slumnin' around
/delay 5000
/ymca
Oh, doobie do
(hup-de-doobie-do)
/delay 2000
/pulp
/delay 1000
I wanna be like you-whoo-whoo
/delay 3000
/disco
I wanna walk like you,
/delay 3000
/pulp
talk like you its true..
/delay 3000
You see its true,
/delay 3000
a bum like me
/delay 3000
can learn to be
/delay 1000
/ymca
/delay 2000
/pulp
a fixer too.
/delay 5000
/gloat
Now here's your part of the deal, Cuz
/delay 3000
/gloat
Lay the secret on me - of the blue suit.
/delay 5000
/disco
Now don't try to kid me fixer,
/delay 3000
I made a deal with you.
/delay 3000
What I desire is our blue fire
/pulp
/delay 3000
to make my dream come true
/delay 5000
/pulp
Now give me the secret man-cub,
/delay 3000
come on clue me what to do
/delay 3000
/gloat
Give me the power of our grid armor,
/delay 3000
/bulge
so I can be a fixer through and through.
/delay 5000
/ymca
Oh, doobie do
(hup-de-doobie-do)
/delay 2000
/pulp
/delay 1000
I wanna be like you-whoo-whoo
/delay 3000
/disco
I wanna walk like you,
/delay 3000
/pulp
talk like you its true..
/delay 3000
You see its true,
/delay 3000
a bum like me
/delay 3000
can learn to be
/delay 1000
/ymca
/delay 2000
/pulp
a fixer too.
Sometimes, old fixers die in Bitterness.
I love this thread....
SS
Stayyyyy up!
Originally posted by Kasimir
what the heck is challa?
and this is a girlfriend doesn't hate Kas so Kas is happy again bump.
Challah is an egg bread used in a lot of Jewish holiday feasts. Specifically, I like it with raisins.
Gunned down the young. Now old, crotchety, and back.
/applaud Yy
With choreography no less
Rogoff AKA Mr. Brumble - 59 Omni Bureaucrat (RK2)
Goodz 55 Fixer, (RK2)
Goodzz 25 MP - Afrolicious, freaky and habit-forming
Mercinax: "/me casts afro containment field on Goodzz"
ok, if Yyerinfhar can do interpretive dance, I'm allowed to do poetry.
================================
Now, names are not important,
but I have a tale to tell,
'bout a Fixer, and Grid Armor,
and a deal he made with Hell.
"I swear" he said, one afternoon,
"I will never see GA!
For a single drop of any Mark
I would sell my soul away!!"
Well, words like that have power,
and Power calls it's own,
So the Devil appeared in burst of smoke,
and a smell of old brimstone.
"Hey Fixer", smirked the Prince of Lies,
"I can ease your GA jones.
Behold - Marks one, two, three and four!
consider it a loan."
"In return", continued Evil,
"Heh, I think you know what's up
for all the fun you're bound to have
I'd say you bargained tough."
"You got a deal," the Fixer said,
"with one small change, for fun
When the time has come to pay my debt,
I'll pay it on the run"
They made the pact, a vein was pricked
They went their separate ways,
The Devil with a note in blood,
The Fixer in GA.
For months the Fixer played the game,
his foes fell by the score,
until at last, a-knocking came
the Devil at his door.
"Well, Fixer", says the Devil,
"It is time to pay your due
You've killed the best, and scared the rest,
in your lambent suit of blue"
"You knew your days were numbered,
While ranging fast and free,
You can give your gun and armor away,
But your soul comes home with me".
"I'm ready", says the Fixer,
"For this moment I've rehearsed.
Remember our deal, my life is yours,
But you have to catch me first."
"You're welching!" cried the Devil,
but the Fixer laughed "Am not!
you lay a finger upon me,
and I'll follow where it's hot"
"But until you claim your prize", he said
"Our deal's not at an end",
With a shimmer of Grid, away he raced,
A blue bolt in the wind.
The Devil roared in thwarted rage,
But the Fixer was long gone,
Satan wrapped himself in a cloak of flame,
And then the chase was on.
By the time they hit The Longest Road,
They had breached the speed of sound,
The Fixer running with long, sure strides,
The Devil losing ground.
"Faster", yelled the Fixer,
"or we'll never get this done!",
The Devil grunted, out of breath,
As they paced the setting sun.
They ran for hours, thru the night,
Till they streaked into the dawn,
The Fixer grinned with wild, fierce joy,
But the Devil's will was gone.
"Enough!" The Devil finally cried,
"There's a limit to your worth.
I'd pass up greater treasures
were they THIS hard to unearth".
"Well that's a shame", the fixer sang,
As they sliced thru morning fog,
"I was looking forward to a run,
when we'd finished with our jog!"
The moral? Well, there's more than one:
The Devil is a trickster.
GA will make you sell your soul, and
Never race a Fixer
Last edited by Rogoff; Sep 11th, 2002 at 03:03:32.
Rogoff AKA Mr. Brumble - 59 Omni Bureaucrat (RK2)
Goodz 55 Fixer, (RK2)
Goodzz 25 MP - Afrolicious, freaky and habit-forming
Mercinax: "/me casts afro containment field on Goodzz"
my hey back to the top bump so i can goto sleep a happy Spammer, i mean man
SS
I like Rogoff's ! Possibly the best rhyme I've seen yet.
I was so sure he was going to parody The Charlie Daniels Band's hit: The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Alas, as the state of Georgia is abbreviated for postal use as "G.A.", I was just waiting for Rog' to lead me into the chorus.
Too bad there are only banjos in AO.
Mmm... Devil went down to Georgia bump.
Gunned down the young. Now old, crotchety, and back.
The Old tune, Don't Fear the Fixer i guess is outdated?
SS
How'd you get so far down....
Up to the top with ya. Share your joy across the land.
Gunned down the young. Now old, crotchety, and back.
What is wrong with you people? Quit spamming about the damn PLO8 and bump this thread! It must be made sticky again!
p.s. I'll write another song today if I get inspired.
General Hershel "Kasimir" Jurik
President of Division 9 R.S.G.E
Fixer
RK-1
Braumiester of the Pagan Bartenders, wielder of dual SSo8s
Stealer of hearts, creds, and anything not nailed down!
The Fixer boy to the mission is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's mausser he hath girded on,
And Grid armor glitterin behind him;
"Land of Notum!" cried the Fixer,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One gun, at least, thy right shall guard,
One faithful gimp shall praise thee!"
The Fixer fell! But the foeman's nerf
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The GA he lov'd ne'er worn again,
For he reset his MC that summer;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in nerfery!
General Hershel "Kasimir" Jurik
President of Division 9 R.S.G.E
Fixer
RK-1
Braumiester of the Pagan Bartenders, wielder of dual SSo8s
Stealer of hearts, creds, and anything not nailed down!