Well, I've already given in to them, so you don't have any other means of verifying wether or not they work. >
A) Indeed.
B) I guess redheads are just easier to pick on, since there's fewer of them. One does not simply insult a person because they have brown hair, since many people have brown hair, at least in America. But I think it also depends on who you are, and when you live. Personally, I've rarely been insulted/bullied because of my red hair. But my mom has said that, when she was a child, it happened quite frequently for her. Ofc, hair color isn't really as big a deal for me as I'm sure it is for girls.
Well, I'm certainly glad there are non-redheads who appreciate us gingers.
I could wield them upon other unsuspecting persons! >:3 It is an evil plan... >
A) affirmative
B) I guess. Yeah. Maybe some girls. People probably don't insult me because it would not bode them well.
It certainly makes looking in the mirror a bit more interesting i'd imagine.
Indeed it is. Thank you for informing me of it, so that I may not be one of those unsuspecting people.
Yeah, I suppose some girls would care more about it than others. I'm guessing my 4-year old sister is going to feel very strongly about her hair color, in one way or another. Off, she already feels very strongly about a lot of things, so that ain't saying' much.
Meh, I usually have my hair quite short. So if it starts becoming more noticeable in the mirror, then it's probably time to cut it.
The day of prosperity makes one forget adversity; The day of adversity makes one forget prosperity.
Goatman took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard. The outlaws were busy gathering their prisoners together away towards the gate, in the flickering torchlight. There were many more of them now, and many of them were more heavily armed. Evidently Cedric had brought friends. After a moment he was noticed. Some of the ruffians pointed and shouted, then 20 or so drew weapons and charged
at him roaring. He waited a second, then turned and dashed back into the tower. The goons drew near to the door, screaming like hunting animals, and then went down like tall grass before a blade, as
arrows poured down from the tower above and out from the entrance at it's base. Other arrows streaked across the courtyard and felled the outlaws guarding the prisoners, while yet more struck the
watchers on the walls, sending them toppling down, and green cloaked figures emerged from the tallest tower onto the walls, directing smashing down into the courtyard. "Back, you fools!" Cedric's voiced
roared. "Take cover, lay down fire to pen them in!" The outlaws began falling back, dragging their prisoners with them as barriers, and some became firing fiercely back with crossbows, from the courtyard
and the tops of the towers on either side of the castle. Fortunately, the outlaws had lived down to the Forestman's expectations, unfortunately, Cedric had (comparatively) considerably more brains. "Now for
the more challenging endeavor." The forestman said, as he Goatman and 8Legos observed the scene from the second story of the tower. He fitted and arrow and loosed it straight over the castle. At the
same instant arrows began streaking down from the top of the tower, pinning down the outlaws archers atop of the two side towers, and other forestman began moving swiftly along the walls towards those
towers, keeping low and firing as they went. One of them staggered and had to be helped along by his allies. Then they reached the towers. There was a brief struggle, then they were atop the towers, firing
down at the outlaws. "HAlt!" A bitter voice called. "I would have words!" Cedric appeared at the door way, holding a knife to the throat of a battered Sir John. "Surrender, Forestman, or these people were be
smashed." "If you do so, we will cut you down without remorse or regret. You gain nothing," the Forestman replied. "It is in your best interests to surrender." "Then you forfeit their lives." Cedric said. "And
your forfeit yours." The Forestman said. "Will you guarantee us safe passage to the woods?" Cedric said. "We will pledge no such.." The Forestman froze. "Down!" he shouted, grabbing 8Legos and Goatman
and diving for the stairs, down which the other forestman in the room were already heading. They slammed into the steps and began rolling down. 8Legos hit the floor, Goatman landed on top of him, and
just as they wondered what it was all about, a red Fireball crashed through the window above, blasting rocks from the walls and sending an ominous creaking through the tower. The sound of other
explosions, accompanied by cries, and shouts. came through the door. The Forestmen rolled nimbly to their knees and directed fire through the door. As 8legos staggered up, he glanced out the door and
saw a figure surrounded by a shield of energy, standing in the courtyard, and the arrows of the Forestmen either incinerate before they reached their target, or turn around and fly back. The Foresters doged
their own weapons, turned against them, ere another blast of fire came streaking across the courtyard towards them. The Foresters yanked 8Legos and Goatman to their feet and dove through our and
around the door, just barely making their escape and the lowest floor filled with fire. at last, looking up, 8Legos and Goatman saw
clearly their foe.It was Mallock the Malign, ruler of the Easter Kingdom, lord of living skeletons In the middle of the courtyard was a wizard, clad in red and black, surrounded by an aura of fire, casting fire
and lightning at the forestmen all round the burning courtyard. The towers and
walls were alight with it, like some strange cake. The very ground shook. "Yield yourselves, Forestmen!" The Wizard called. "Never, Mallock!" The Forsetman called, firing arrow after arrow, if in vain, as fire
exploded and burned around him. "Is this how far ye have fallen, who once ruled a kingdom, now sided with these sluggardly, brainless goons?" Mallock laughed, and then struck with a bolt of lightning that
sent the Forestman flying backwards and crashing to the ground. "On this night you at last shall meet your well-earned fate, accursed outlaw!" Mallock said, striding across the courtyard, holding high his
staff, apparently totally unconcerned with 8legos and Goatman. Tis is a pity those nuns will lose their quarry." "Have you ever pondered why I always triumph, in the end, no matter how terrible the odds?"
The Forestman gasped, climbing to his hands and knees, staring defiantly up at the sorcerer, as and shaking earth sent stones tumbling from the towers, "Tis because I always consider those things which
others forget." The shaking intensified, and then across the courtyard several terrified outlaws flew through one of the doors leading to the catacombs, followed by a blinding flash of light t that blazed out
through the pitch back opening, blniding all in the courtyard, even Mallock. When they opened their eyes, they saw a figure walk out from the catacombs. It was Kitkat, and he held a curious mallet in his
I could wield them upon other unsuspecting persons! >:3 It is an evil plan... >
A) affirmative
B) I guess. Yeah. Maybe some girls. People probably don't insult me because it would not bode them well.
It certainly makes looking in the mirror a bit more interesting i'd imagine.
Indeed it is. Thank you for informing me of it, so that I may not be one of those unsuspecting people.
Yeah, I suppose some girls would care more about it than others. I'm guessing my 4-year old sister is going to feel very strongly about her hair color, in one way or another. Off, she already feels very strongly about a lot of things, so that ain't saying' much.
Meh, I usually have my hair quite short. So if it starts becoming more noticeable in the mirror, then it's probably time to cut it.
NOOOOO, the Achilles heel of my grand plan!!!!
Indeed. Well younger sibling sometimes to tend to feel more insecure about their appearance and/or life, career, ect.
GASP! The horror!!! Jk. each to their own I guess.
Sorry about such a late reply, my life has been hogging all my time.
Back up the winding caverns and stairs they had pursued their foes. Upon the bridge in the glowing caverns they made a stand behind a shieldwall. As Kitkat approached he held the hammer aloft,
and lightning stream into it from the shining crystals, and then lash out at the outlaws, striking them and throwing them backwards once more with cries and shouts. Then onwards the chase had gone.
Where before they had had to fumble their way through the darkness, now they were guided by the light of their enemies torches, and a glow that seemed to emanate from the mallet itself, glistening off
the damp, mildewed walls of the chilled caverns. As they drew near the door that led back up to the catacombs and the open world, once more the ruffians attempted a stand. Bobbywan took the hammer
from Kitkat, and with a great cry charged into their midst, scattering them and casting them in all directions with a blinding flash of light and sound. Those who rose again as the echoes faded abandoned
the fight and charged up the stairs in retreat. Bobbywan and Kitkat followed close on their heels. Indeed it was necessary for them to do so, for they might not find the way out with the guide of their fleeing
enemies. Up the stairs wound through the light of flickering torches, then along the carven tunnels, which echoed with the sound of pounding feet and panting breath. Then, as the walls began to look
familiar, other echoes entered their ears: cries of anger, and a sound like a thunderstorm. At last they rounded a turn and saw once again the steps leading up the courtyard, and stars shining in the sky
beyond. But the stars were shrouded by smoke, lit with red fire. The outlaws rushed up the steps and out into the air, but Bobbywan and Kitkat halted at the base, listening to the unmistakable sounds of
battle. "I suppose shock and awe is our only real tactic." Bobbywan said. "Let us try to make an entrance to shake their courage. Close your eyes." He struck the hammer against the rock wall. The light
shone even through Bobbywan's eyelids. He squinted his eyes open, saw Kitkat charging up the stairs, and followed after him.
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Post by Bobbywan on Sept 16, 2017 1:34:22 GMT
The scene in the courtyard was even more dramatic than Bobbywan had imagined. On one hand a mass of outlaws, some taking cover behind shields, others letting lose volleys from crossbows, On the
other hand figures clad in gallant lincoln green in the courtyard and upon the walls letting arrows fly into the ruffians, all around fire and destruction as the battlements smoked and rocks tumbled from
above, and right in the middle of it all a red and black clad evil wizard, no less than Mallock the Malign himself, surrounded by fire and lightning, raising his staff high, about to incinerate a hapless forestman
who was lying on the ground, with 8Legos and Goatman cast upon the ground nearby. For the moment, though, all eyes in the courtyard turned towards Kitkat. "Mere boys?" Mallock said. "This, I confes, I
did not foresee." "As a matter of fact," Bobbywan said, pointing his sword at the wizard. "According to the rules of older cultures, we are well into our adulthood." "And," Kitkat added, "you just revealed the
habitual weakness of evil. Stand down. The decline of your power is obvious. You cannot triumph this night."
The scene in the courtyard was even more dramatic than Bobbywan had imagined. On one hand a mass of outlaws, some taking cover behind shields, others letting lose volleys from crossbows, On the
other hand figures clad in gallant lincoln green in the courtyard and upon the walls letting arrows fly into the ruffians, all around fire and destruction as the battlements smoked and rocks tumbled from
above, and right in the middle of it all a red and black clad evil wizard, no less than Mallock the Malign himself, surrounded by fire and lightning, raising his staff high, about to incinerate a hapless forestman
who was lying on the ground, with 8Legos and Goatman cast upon the ground nearby. For the moment, though, all eyes in the courtyard turned towards Kitkat. "Mere boys?" Mallock said. "This, I confes, I
did not foresee." "As a matter of fact," Bobbywan said, pointing his sword at the wizard. "According to the rules of older cultures, we are well into our adulthood." "And," Kitkat added, "you just revealed the
habitual weakness of evil. Stand down. The decline of your power is obvious. You cannot triumph this night."
People probably don't insult me because it would not bode them well. 
