Amon Savag
The Great
I feal it, too.
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I feal it, too.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
La Notte Bella
The moon shines through hazy clouds,
Onto the pitch black sea;
Bringing to the surface hordes of squid
As far as the eye can see.
The sound of the waves crashing in the distance
Keeps the old men aware
As they watch the pitch black sea around them,
Searching for stray squid to catch.
The moon brightens the face of one man.
The creases of his sun-leathered skin are shadowed.
His eyes still gleam with the hope of youth,
But his body is worn and tired.
Deep below in the great ship’s hull,
Young men can be heard singing.
They raise their wine to youth and love and fun,
To war and glory and blood.
The moon reflects off the eyes of a sailor,
Standing against the mast and watching the fishermen in their boats.
He watches the salt spray on the old men’s faces
And their withered hand bringing in the nets.
The song of a sea gull is heard in the distance;
Piercing through dark sky.
The old fishermen hear a song of lost love,
The young soldiers one of yearning.
Out in the distance the fire of a lighthouse
Beckons to the wave tossed ships.
The fishermen now turn their boats to the ship with their squid
And the soldiers down their last drink.
The waves are heard tossing against the hull,
Their sound ringing in the sailors’ ears.
The run to cast the anchor overboard,
Still startled after so many voyages by the great splash.
The moon glow casts the old men in milky light
As their boats return to the ship.
The sailors haul up glistening net-fulls of squid,
And lift the old men onto the deck.
The splashing of squid thrown back into the sea splits the air.
The thumping of the squid on the deck resounds in the hull.
The young soldiers loose their courage at the sound;
Their youthful fear showing all too clearly.
The sky blackens further,
The moon loosing the battle to the darkness.
In the hours before dawn,
The ship and the boats turn towards home.
The old men begin to sing,
Their voices sounding in harmony.
They sing to say farewell to the beautiful night,
The sing to welcome the new day.
Their voices carry over the boats and the ship.
It spreads to the rest of the fleet.
Nettuno sings with resounding rhythms,
Welcoming the new day.
La Notte Bella,
Mi date il timore, mid date il speranza.
La Notte Bella,
Siete il mio amore.
The moon shines through hazy clouds,
Onto the pitch black sea;
Bringing to the surface hordes of squid
As far as the eye can see.
The sound of the waves crashing in the distance
Keeps the old men aware
As they watch the pitch black sea around them,
Searching for stray squid to catch.
The moon brightens the face of one man.
The creases of his sun-leathered skin are shadowed.
His eyes still gleam with the hope of youth,
But his body is worn and tired.
Deep below in the great ship’s hull,
Young men can be heard singing.
They raise their wine to youth and love and fun,
To war and glory and blood.
The moon reflects off the eyes of a sailor,
Standing against the mast and watching the fishermen in their boats.
He watches the salt spray on the old men’s faces
And their withered hand bringing in the nets.
The song of a sea gull is heard in the distance;
Piercing through dark sky.
The old fishermen hear a song of lost love,
The young soldiers one of yearning.
Out in the distance the fire of a lighthouse
Beckons to the wave tossed ships.
The fishermen now turn their boats to the ship with their squid
And the soldiers down their last drink.
The waves are heard tossing against the hull,
Their sound ringing in the sailors’ ears.
The run to cast the anchor overboard,
Still startled after so many voyages by the great splash.
The moon glow casts the old men in milky light
As their boats return to the ship.
The sailors haul up glistening net-fulls of squid,
And lift the old men onto the deck.
The splashing of squid thrown back into the sea splits the air.
The thumping of the squid on the deck resounds in the hull.
The young soldiers loose their courage at the sound;
Their youthful fear showing all too clearly.
The sky blackens further,
The moon loosing the battle to the darkness.
In the hours before dawn,
The ship and the boats turn towards home.
The old men begin to sing,
Their voices sounding in harmony.
They sing to say farewell to the beautiful night,
The sing to welcome the new day.
Their voices carry over the boats and the ship.
It spreads to the rest of the fleet.
Nettuno sings with resounding rhythms,
Welcoming the new day.
La Notte Bella,
Mi date il timore, mid date il speranza.
La Notte Bella,
Siete il mio amore.
He means that 'every order pertaining to wars' has been received, not that every order pertains to wars.
I think.
jeps
Arcadefire
IM SO GOING TO DIE!!!!
Im going to get attacked by the Mesoamericans!
AZTECS!!
Im going to get attacked by the Mesoamericans!
AZTECS!!
MjM
Deity
Nice poem Isry!
Anyway good order turnout. Update by Friday hopefully.
Anyway good order turnout. Update by Friday hopefully.
Abaddon
Deity
The Aztecs will Die, we, the (whatwasiagain?) will rise an rule Mesoamerica along with our Tikal brothers!
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Amon Savag
The Great
YAY! UPDATE! (10 characters)
jeps
Arcadefire
I trust him. THe last two are exceptions, not the trend.
Amon Savag
The Great
lol.... Looks like a trend to me.
North King
blech
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Feel free to leave NESing if it doesn't suit you.
Israelite9191
You should be reading
Grazzi!
MjM
Deity
Well, the update won't be done tonight, I'm gonna go to bed and wake up extra early to work on it. 
Israelite9191
You should be reading
No!!!!! Gah!!!!
. You make life very difficult MjM. Very difficult. 
Amon Savag
The Great
Leaving doesn't work, unfortunately.
Abaddon
Deity
Now now ladys, put your hangbags down.
North King
blech
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Actually, it does, for everyone involved. If you don't like how an NES is going, then leave; that goes for all of NESing. If you can't find any good in it, then obviously you're not having fun.
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