In that:
A) Relic has gone and blown my covert identity, and all here now know that I'm Irish.
B) succeeded in doing so while making my pale Irish complexion turn a fine shade of red,
a rather disconcerting moment for a person of my advanced age.
Therefor, be it known to all persons that the above actions carry the following penality:
A fine "Irish Drinking Song". Dedicated to Relic, about Relic.
( Works well with Scotch too, a North Sea Isle, is a North Sea Isle. ( whether or not we beat the crap out of each other in historic battles past, just get over it! )
Here goes:
"The Wild Colonial Boy."
There was a wild colonial boy and Relic was his name
He was born and bred in America in the town of Cleveland
He was his father's only son his mother's pride and joy
and dearly did the parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
And to the [H]ardocp's sunny land he was inclined to roam
He helped the sick he helped the poor, he persuaded Kyle boy
A terror to the [Hardocp] was the wild colonial boy
One morning on the AMD forum wild, ole Relic strode around
While locking threads and banging heads, he sang a cheerful song
Out jumped three posters fierce and grim Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him the wild colonial boy
Surrender now ole Relic boy, come see it's three to one
Surrender in the posters' name, sir you are a plundering son
Relic drew two mouse clicks from his side and glared upon Fitzroy
I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy
And roaming back to the forum folding, ole Relic stands his ground
He fires point blank at dispair and disease 'till they fall dead to the ground
Sure he is his fathers only son his mother's pride and joy
And I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy.
Penalty complete. And you had it coming
A) Relic has gone and blown my covert identity, and all here now know that I'm Irish.
B) succeeded in doing so while making my pale Irish complexion turn a fine shade of red,
a rather disconcerting moment for a person of my advanced age.
Therefor, be it known to all persons that the above actions carry the following penality:
A fine "Irish Drinking Song". Dedicated to Relic, about Relic.
( Works well with Scotch too, a North Sea Isle, is a North Sea Isle. ( whether or not we beat the crap out of each other in historic battles past, just get over it! )
Here goes:
"The Wild Colonial Boy."
There was a wild colonial boy and Relic was his name
He was born and bred in America in the town of Cleveland
He was his father's only son his mother's pride and joy
and dearly did the parents love the wild colonial boy
At the early age of sixteen years he left his native home
And to the [H]ardocp's sunny land he was inclined to roam
He helped the sick he helped the poor, he persuaded Kyle boy
A terror to the [Hardocp] was the wild colonial boy
One morning on the AMD forum wild, ole Relic strode around
While locking threads and banging heads, he sang a cheerful song
Out jumped three posters fierce and grim Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him the wild colonial boy
Surrender now ole Relic boy, come see it's three to one
Surrender in the posters' name, sir you are a plundering son
Relic drew two mouse clicks from his side and glared upon Fitzroy
I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy
And roaming back to the forum folding, ole Relic stands his ground
He fires point blank at dispair and disease 'till they fall dead to the ground
Sure he is his fathers only son his mother's pride and joy
And I'll fight but not surrender cried the wild colonial boy.
Penalty complete. And you had it coming