Whats your battle cry ....

[Waeloga]

So using Mark I got:

Striding over the hotel lobby, brandishing buzzsaw hand extensions, cometh Mark! And he gives a low roar:

"In the name of malice, I carve into flesh like a four-year-old on a sugar rampage!!"

Buzzsaw hands! Fear me!

Isbalin

Wow. I Was wondering how all those people at the mobicon lobby died. Case closed I guess.

[Darkschnider]

slightly disturbing but...

DarkSchnider: Hark! Who is that, stalking over the tarmac! It is DarkSchnider, hands clutching buzzsaw hand extensions! And with a mighty cry, his voice cometh:

"I'm going to cram objects into you from every conceivable angle!"

Sumi: Who is that, sprinting through the candy store! It is Sumizome, hands clutching two hardened pitas! She cries ominously:

"Hail the blood-letting! No flesh shall be spared!!"

myself: Zang! Who is that, prowling along the cliffs! It is Kev Bo, hands clutching a piece of chainlink fence! And with a booming cry, his voice cometh:

"I'm going to fuck you like it's my job, and roll you in creamy neugut!!"

chainlink fence? wtf?

[Vllad]

FeF

Vllad

[Beute]

Waeloga? What the hell does your portrait thingy mean?

[Kakarat]

Kakarat "For the love of carnage and discord, I lay waste to the landscape with God on my side!"

Krumb "I'm going to punch you faster than the speed of sound!!!"

Gawd "I'm going to fuck you with such reckless abandon, you will not be able to see straight!!!"

Brandon "I'm going to torment you until you're a parapalegic, and throw you out the airplane door!!"

[Hoofhurr]

Zang! Who is that, rampaging over the steppes! It is Blhurr, hands clutching a burning branch! He cries vengefully:

"Ares, God of War, be praised! I hereby void your warranty, and send you back to God!!!

Rampaging out of the mini-mall parking lot, brandishing a meaty axe, cometh Hoofhurr! And he gives a booming roar:

"I'm going to torment you like a wrecking ball!"

Yea, verily: Who is that, running along the icy wasteland! It is Patrick, hands clutching a studded crowbar! He howls apocalyptically:

"You in some shit now, muhfuh! I shall paint the town a sanguine shade of doom!!"

[Lowkki]

Lowkki : "I'm seriously going to blow a bullet-hole in you the size of God!!"

Yash: "I'm going to contort you until you are hot and bothered, and throw you out the airplane door!!!"

Oakey: "I'm going to punch you like a wrecking ball!!"

Oakenfold: "I'm going to brutalize you faster than the speed of sound!!"

Matt: "I'm going to make you cry like the bitchiest bitch!"

[Demosthenes]

Waeloga? What the hell does your portrait thingy mean?

that's a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas reference Beute, the book written by the Late Hunter S. Thompson, which was made a movie in 1998 and had Johhny Depp and Benecio Del Torro as the main roles.

During the opening scene, they are on the long desert drive to Las Vegas from southern california, and are hallucinating heavily. The lawyer (benecio's role) suggests they pull over soon, and Hunter S. Thompson refuses because he's currently seeing bats flying in the sky (and trying to swat at them with a fly swatter).

His line is "We can't stop here. This is bat country"

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btw those interested in HST, i would highly recomend reading "Rum Diaries", or watching the movie "Where the Buffalo Roam" (where the buffalo is an old movie, wherein Bill Murray Plays Hunter S. Thompson (johnny depp emulated alot of Bill Murray's body language).

Im a Hunter S Thompson freak myself, and also recently got the film "Breakfast with Hunter" which is a bunch of real like clips of Hunter S Thompson from the later part of his life, and quite a bit about the time he ran for sheriff in Aspen Colorado. One of his Platforms when running for office in Aspenn was that Drug Dealers who sold bad/fake drugs would be punished to the full extent of the law. He almost won the election too lol.

Long Live Gonzo!

[Raejin]

Incoming leper gnomes.

"Hail the blood-letting! I shall discombobulate the entire world!!"

[Xhaos]

Sprinting over the mini-mall parking lot, attacking with a mighty sword, cometh Xhaos! And he gives a spectacular grunt:

"I'm going to beat you until your mom feels it in her womb, then make toast!"


My favorite

"Blood and souls for my dark lord! I bring annihilation and cheap beer!"

[Snowreap]

I have adopted the battle cry I learned from a guildie:

/p ally

I suppose if I made it a macro and assigned it to a button I could afford to make it longer.

-ken

[tahh]

/dance
/flex
/laugh

On to the next target!

[kartune]

Waeloga? What the hell does your portrait thingy mean?

Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:
Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
Narrator: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?!
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Raoul Duke: Hm? Nevermind. It's your turn to drive.
Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

Gonzo: [After cocaine blows away in the wind] Did you see what GOD just did to us man!
Duke: God didn't do that, you did! You're a fucking narcotics agent, I knew it. That was our cocaine you fucking pig, scum [swats at him with fly swatter]
Gonzo: [Pointing gun at Duke] Careful. There are plenty of buzzards out here, they'll pick your bones dry in no time. He he heeee, here's your half of the Sunshine Acid, EAT IT!
Duke: Yeah, all right sure. How long do I have?
Gonzo: As your attorney I advise you to drive at top speed and it'll be a Goddamn miracle if we get there before you turn into some kind of fucking wild animal. Are you ready for that? Checking into a Las Vegas hotel under a phoney name with the intent to commit capital fraud on a head full of acid? I certainly hope so...

Raoul Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.

Raoul Duke: As a drug user, you get used to seeing things like your dead grandmother crawl up your leg with a knife in her teeth.

Raoul Duke: Hey, there's two women fucking a polar bear.
Dr. Gonzo: Don't tell me those things.

Raoul Duke: [Speaking to Dr. Gonzo] PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE FUCKING GOLF SHOES!

Raoul Duke: Jesus! Bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out! The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.

Narrator: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Raoul Duke: Don't go near that elevator--that's just what they want us to do... trap us in a steel box and take us down to the basement.

Narrator: Psychedelics are almost irrelevant in a town where you can wander in a casino any time in the day or night and witness the crucifixion of a gorilla.

Narrator: There was no sense in blowing everything away for the sake of some violent ape I'd never even met.

Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

Raoul Duke: We can't stop here! This is bat country!!

Hippie: What's the trouble?
Raoul Duke: Well, you see this white stuff on my sleeve, is LSD!

Raoul Duke: Don't fuck with me now, man... I am Ahab!

Dr. Gonzo : AHH!, Medicine, Medicine!
Raul Duke : Huh? O Medicine! Watch out, this man has a bad heart, angina fectorus disease, but don't worry we have a cure. Ok big wiff, BIG WIFF SUNNY BOY! (Gonzo snorts the "MEDICINE"!)
Roaul Duke: Ahh, now for the doctor! (Duke snorts it!!) eeeeeeeee AHH!
Dr. Gonzo : What the?, What the fuck are we doin out here in the middle of the dessert? Somebody call the police, we need help, we need help, we need help (BEEEEEEEEP) ah ha, ah ha, ah ha!

Raoul Duke: QUIET, GOD DAMN IT! YOU'RE WASTING MY TIME!

Raoul Duke: Beautiful fucking tits!

Narrator [Duke]: Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era.. The kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something, maybe not, in the long run. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant.

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
And that, I think, was the handle.. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting... On our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark... The place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

the thing about the high-water mark always stuck with me; really sanguine image that in my mind elevated his writing.