OMG BIRTHDAYS O_o

angelcakes

08-08-2005 05:16 PM

I wish an incredibly and amazingly happy birthday to Krang, and to Pygmalion. May you're happy day be...happy and full of fun ^__^

Happy birthday to all others as well ^_^

Madrona

08-08-2005 08:57 PM

Happy Birthday to Krang and Pygmalion and to all the others.

I hope your day is filled with all things sweet and wonderful.

Madrona

Diverse Considerations

08-08-2005 09:47 PM

To quote the great and powerful Evan "OMG, like WTF??!!1!!one"

Seriously, hurray for a popular birth day! Happy birthday to all! I hope everyone has a good one, filled with cake and at least three kinds of ice cream. (Neapolitan doesn't count.) Big Grin

Dude Love

08-08-2005 10:07 PM

A very Happy Birthday Donatello ('dromer, no doubt), Dr. Omega, Krang, michael009, Miss Function (good pun), No_name (I'd like to see your driver's license), Pygmalion, robyeah1, and The End (a very good Doors song).

Most especially, a very Happy Birthday to Pygmalion and Krang. You both are very fundamental members (for very obvious reasons), and your impact upon the forums can never be overestimated.

Other than that, I am at a loss of words. I was never very good at wishing people a Happy Birthday. At least not without being entirely awkward.

EDIT: Also, what FP said.

Shredder

08-08-2005 11:37 PM

Happy birthday Pygmalion and the others who share the birthday! I hope you had a great day!

And, of course, happy birthday to our main admin and my bro, Krang! Thanks for all the awesome work you do here and for letting me be a part of it, too. Big Grin

Spooky

08-08-2005 11:39 PM

A very happy birthday to Krang! Thanks for all your constant hard work Smile

Also, happy hapy birthday to Pygmalion!

And happy birthday to everybody else as well Smile

The Fallen Phoenix

08-08-2005 11:40 PM

The four slowly made their way up the mountain, struggling against the harsh arctic winds. They were nearly blinded by the fast-falling snow, snow that felt like daggers falling from above, poking their faces until they bled. But bleed they did not, and surrender they did not: the four continued onward, never losing sight of their destination.

Finally, after what felt like an age, the four companions reached the summit. One of the four, a tall man wearing a purple cloak under silver plates of spiked, imposing armor, dropped his backpack on the ground. When it landed, it made a sound that overtook the raging winds that roared around them. The other three glanced at him for a moment before likewise ridding themselves of their burdens, keeping only their weapons at hand.

The leader stood forward. He was the most intimidating figure of them all, towering over the rest of the party at a height that easily exceeded seven feet. His broad shoulders were covered by two massive spikes, curving forward and towards the sky. His face was covered by a ferocious mask. A large spire twisting three feet above his head was its crest, and spikes protruded from the eyebrows. Along the center of the mask, stretching from his nose to his chin, was a dark opening that looked more like a void (for it was so black it could have been empty), framed by what looked like teeth pointing in from his cheeks. He wore a crimson chestplate, so stained by the blood of his conquests. Around his waist was a golden belt, holding several sheathes for his various weapons of war: knives, short swords, long swords, even a battle-axe sat within. His legs were covered in equally imposing armor, two massive spikes pointing out from his skins towards the sky, stopping at his knees. This man's name was feared throughout the land, and some even thought him immortal.

They were not far from the truth.

"Jrang," the purple-caped warrior said as he nodded to him, drawing a scimitar from under his cloak. He motioned towards the other side of the summit, where a trio of figures could be seen.

The shortest of the four, a man dressed in a black robe under a massive black cloak, his face hidden behind a plain white mask, gripped his scythe as he turned towards Jrang.

"Shall we dispose of them?" he asked in a cold, high voice--as far from a natural voice as could be.

"Come on Jrang!" said the fourth companion as he cracked his spiked whip.

The purple-caped warrior turned to him. "Patience, Grunkie!" he said, though he, too, lusted for battle.

"Aww, Chedder!" Grunkie replied. "I want to see them burn in our light!"

Jrang, who to this point had been silent, drew his bastard sword, holding it in his left hand. His right hand had already been holding a fearsome mace, stained red with blood just like his armor.

Chedder and Grunkie took up positions beside him as their three opponents slowly made their way forward from the other side of the mountain.

"We meet again, Count Elwoot of Bannington," said Chedder, raising his scimitar and pointing it towards the middle figure. He drew a second scimitar from behind his cloak, twirling it in his left hand.

The three figures stood opposite Jrang, Chedder, and Grunkie, each holding a different weapon. The figure on Count Elwoot's left held a battlestaff. The figure on his right--

"Admiral Amarao of Banbury, what an unexpected pleasure," mumbled the cloaked figure as he rounded on him from Chedder's side. Admiral Amarao swung his right arm--a hook attached to his wrist in lieu of a hand--at him, but the cloaked figure gracefully slid backwards to evade the vicious swipe. Admiral Amarao raised his left arm, which gripped a sabre.

"I am so badass that I hate you all!" he screamed, but he was rendered silent as Jrang turned to face him.

Grunkie almost fell over as he erupted in laughter. Fire erupted from Admiral Amarao's eyebrows, and he swung his hook again.

"Peace, Amarao," said Count Elwoot, as he drew a curved hilt from his belt. A black beam of light extended from it, and Count Elwoot held the weapon in front of him, pointing it towards Jrang.

The figure on his left, however, slammed his battlestaff on the floor.

Grunkie snorted. "I doubt you have anything good to say, Black!"

"On the contrary," Black interrupted, and he slammed his staff again. "I think you'll find what I say very interesting, my little kitten."

"Hold your tongue before I rip it out of you!" Grunkie replied, cracking his whip.

"Silence!" shouted Black as he raised his left arm. It was missing a hand--or perhaps it was merely invisible. "And that would be Lord Black to the likes of you!"

"Lord of what, pray tell?" the cloaked figure replied in his cold voice, his scythe now floating beside him as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Jrang pointed his bastard sword at Black and shook his head. Black shivered for a moment, then fell back at once.

"Your tricks won't work on me!" shrieked Admiral Amarao, his eyebrows again bursting with flame.

"Or what? You'll throw a rubber chick at me?" taunted Grunkie. Amarao began stamping his feet like a child throwing a tantrum.

"I've had enough of you!" he cried as he blindly charged Grunkie, swinging his sabre and his hook indiscriminately.

"Amarao, you fool!" Count Elwoot exclaimed as Chedder stepped forward with his scimitars, standing right in Amarao's path. The admiral swung his sabre, but Chedder parried it with ease. Amarao tried to grab Chedder's scimitar with his hook, but the purple-caped man simply cut the hook off.

"My hook!" sobbed Amarao, as he stopped to look down at it. Chedder sighed as he cut Amarao's other wrist off while his guard was down. The hand and the sabre gripped within it fell to the ground and was quickly burried by snow.

Just as the hand and sabre fell, Black jumped into the fray, his staff pointed towards Chedder's head. Grunkie, however, wrapped his whip around the staff and pulled it right out of Black's hand.

"You look a little cold, Black. Would you like some fire? I hear Prawn enjoyed it very much!" Grunkie grinned, as he flicked his whip again and the staff went flying through the air and over the side of the mountain. Black scowled as he drew a tomahawk and hurled it at Grunkie. The cloaked man's scythe intercepted the tomahawk, however, as the cloaked man fung himself into its path and deflected it with ease.

"Scream for me," the cloaked man whispered as he snapped his fingers. Black's entire body erupted in flames, and he threw himself onto the ground in an effort to put them out.

Grunkie laughed as he twirled his whip in the air before bringing it down on Black's back. The fallen man howled in pain as Grunkie repeated the stroke again and again.

A scream caused Grunkie to pause, however. He turned towards Chedder, who was standing over the side of the mountain. The purple-caped man turned and shrugged his shoulders.

"Amarao just threw himself over the side of the mountain," Chedder said in an indifferent tone. He sheathed his scimitars, and Grunkie started laughing again.

"Why in Foley's name did he do that?" Grunkie asked after his laughter died down.

"No idea," Chedder replied.

Meanwhile, Jrang and Count Elwoot were locked in a battle that had brought them to the other side of the summit.

"Strike me down, Jrang," said the Count as he parried another of the massive man's blows. "And I will return even stronger than before."

Jrang made no reply as he swung his mace. Count Elwoot rolled to his right as he evaded the spiked ball.

"Search your feelings; you know it to be true," the Count continued, as he swung his obsidian blade. Jrang jumped back as he swung his bastard sword to block the stroke, and countered with another swing of his mighty mace.

"I came back once, you know I would do it again!" Count Elwoot cried, as he gripped the hilt with both hands and swung his blade forward. It sliced across the mace's chain, breaking it. The spiked ball flew off the summit, carried off by the raging wind.

Jrang paused for a moment, and the Count hesitated. "Did you say something?" Elwoot asked, as he turned his ear towards Jrang. The massive man did not move, however.

Count Elwoot shrugged as he gripped his weapon again. He made ready to charge Jrang but hesitated again.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice filled with puzzlement.

"I said," Jrang replied in a low voice, barely audible over the winds.

"Yes?"

"...SEGA!"

The Fallen Phoenix

08-08-2005 11:48 PM

Suddenly, the winds stopped howling, replaced by the roar of 16-bit music. Count Elwoot spun around, confused.

Grunkie fell to the floor, no longer able to remain standing as he laughed as hard as he had the entire night. He dropped his whip as he pounded the ground with his fist, then rolled onto his back.

Black, still burning, looked terrified. The cloaked man walked over to the fallen man, his scythe in his hands.

"Eight," he muttered, as he raised the scythe and brought it down upon his neck.

Meanwhile, Jrang gripped his bastard sword with both hands and held it as if it were a baseball bat. Count Elwoot stood staring at him, his jaw hanging, as the 16-bit music continued. Jrang swung the bastard sword forward with all his might, and the Count went flying off the summit. As he fell, his torso separated from his legs.

"That is the meaning," said Jrang as the 16-bit music finally ended. He drove his sword into the ground and turned away from the summit's edge, walking back to where Chedder and the cloaked man stood. Grunkie was still on the floor, laughing.

"It is done," said Chedder solemnly, as he nodded his head. Jrang nodded in turn, and the two turned to look at Grunkie. Still chuckling, he got to his feet.

"We should do that again sometime!" Grunkie said, a grin plastered on his face.

Chedder sighed, and the cloaked man's eyes glittered behind the mask.

"Nine more to go," he said in his high, cold voice, as he threw the scythe on the ground and rubbed his hands eagerly. "Just nine more to go..."

--The Gift, Volume VIII (Chapter 8: The Banishment of the Banned), written by Athanasius Morana.

(Dedicated to Krang.)

As for everyone else--that is to say, Donatello, Dr. Omega, michael009, Miss Function, No_name, Pygmalion, robyeah1, and The End--I hope you all had a splendid day! Big Grin

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And thanks for the help R.Smith! I really appreciate it. Big Grin

evanASF27

08-09-2005 12:07 AM

*Evan summons Big Band*

And here's a special treat for you!

*Big Band commences playing a very beautiful and awe inspiring rendition of "Happy Birthday"*

Big Grin

I art shocked....Rupan the III never made it into the story >=O heh. Good though.......you have way too much free time.

Krang

08-09-2005 12:25 AM

Thank you very much, everyone! Smile

Thanks especially to FP for the great (and very entertaining) story. Big Grin

Also, happy birthday to Pygmalion and to everyone else who shares my birthday: robyeah1, The End, Miss Function, No_name, Donatello, Dr. Omega, and michael009. Hope you all had a good one! Smile

Avenir

08-09-2005 01:09 AM

Oh dear, I'm late, but better late than never.

A very happy belated birthday to Krang and Pygmalion. I hope you both had fabulous birthdays! Big Grin

Happy belated birthday to robyeah1, The End, Miss Function, No_name, Donatello, Dr. Omega, and michael009 as well. Smile

And that was marvelous, TFP! Big Grin

Shaoblane

08-09-2005 01:45 AM

OMG DUDE!

Not only is it Krang's birthday, ITS PYGMALIONS!

Here are your presents! Coupons for one free glomp!

StevieV019

08-09-2005 10:03 AM

Happy Birthday everyone!

Happy Birthday especially to Krang. Please understand my tardiness, as I was out of town over the weekend and computerles...

You keep this place running pretty smoothly Krang, and for that I appreciate it! Happy Birthday, hopefully you enjoyed it!

BethMcBeth

08-09-2005 11:11 AM

Wow! Wow! A very belated birthday to all! I hope your day was a blast and that you party hard! Espcially to Krang and Pygmalion! ^_^""

-Beth

Delirious

08-09-2005 10:52 PM

Happy belated birthday, Krang, Pygmalion, and everyone! Hope it was a blast!!

Zola	08-10-2005 11:50 AM

Wow, lots of birthdays Big Grin

I've had my head in code so I am posting a little late, but I hope you guys enjoyed your day Smile

Pygmalion

08-18-2005 07:51 AM

Well, this reply was exceedingly belated. Mea culpa. It's been a long month!

Thanks for the kind birthday greetings, comics, muffins and especially cake! I hope those who have the fun of sharing August 8 as a birthday had as much fun as I did. Or even more. Fallen Phoenix, I liked your story. Especially Amararo's eyebrows and the rubber chickie.

Pygmalion

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