So I finally got my hands on D:LT, and permission to post my own sporking of it on here. While I don’t have the pleasure of doing this with anybody else (Kitty, Slyshy, and all the rest, I wouldn’t mind knowing how you all manage to do that…), I’ll do my best.

Wish me luck.

This book, the emerald facet of my life’s work, is in honor of my family, friends…

…And anyone who acknowledges that in a realm of infinite possibility, the pursuit of perfection is the meaning of life!

DF – Well, there went any possibility of my enjoying Jonathan Livingston Seagull ever again.

Circuits lined the preserved carcasses of countless dinosaurs.

DF – That was delightfully random. Except not delightful.

Like monuments of the past, the mechanized fossils

DF – Carcasses are not fossils. They can become fossils over time, but they are not fossils.

surrounded an entire chamber of medieval architecture, still and cold and dead.

DF – I know they’re dead.

Along the stone walls, computerized enhancements ran throughout, wiring lamps and torches that illumined the environment.

DF – I had to check my lexicon to make sure that illumined wasn’t thesaurus abuse. It isn’t. :(

It was a frigid place, one that had not been touched in ages.

DF – First off, if it hasn’t been touched in ages, how is all the technological stuff there and apparently working? Anything linking it to any kind of power grid or supply should have broken down after all that time with no maintenance. Second, the place has electrical lights, but no heating?

Yet, in the center, a single Mobius strip constantly spun, emitting silver rays that shone upon the walls and made them transparent in its wake.

DF – And yet heating the room is beyond the civilization that made all this.

Space could be seen where the strip’s light met the stone,

DF – So the room’s in space? That gives it even less reason to be freezing. Heat has a difficult time leaving objects in a vacuum, and that equipment should be creating heat, as anybody who has touched a lit bulb after a few minutes or owns a laptop knows.

and every star of the cosmos twinkled like a watcher, a spectator of time.

DF – The only watcher I know of who twinkles is Edward Cullen.

The essences of many ages ran

DF – Laps around the track in gym class.

across the air, letting the voices of eons echo.
“There’s no time. We have to get out. Now,” said a female.

DF – A female what?

“What about the sentry?” responded a male.

DF – See the previous question, and remove the fe.

Flames roared, but there were no fires to be seen. It was as if they had come from a place very distant.

DF – You’re not even reading your own narrative, are you?

“We can reach him later. The present is what concerns me.”
“I thought you said there was no time. How can there be a later?”

DF – Because she lied.

Growls shuddered the place, yet there were no beasts from which the growls could emerge.

DF – Yes, we know we’re not in the same place as all this stuff is happening. That was explained in the first paragraph, remember?

“None of your riddles.

DF – Really? That was too hard a question for her?

Just fly to the Pedorian Forest.”
A spherical metal orb blanketed the entire stellar mural outside.

DF – It’s an orb AND a blanket! I bet it makes a great bundt cake, too!

It was a globe of planetary magnitude that was adorned with landscapes far and wide.

DF – Otherwise known as a planet.

“I don’t know Lyconel.

DF – I don’t know Lyconel either.

We might not make it.”
“Too late, Dradicus. We’re already in.”

DFsnerk

The chamber of robotic dinosaurs started to fragment whilst the walls disintegrated into nothingness. The Mobius strip evanesced like a spectre, and all that was left was the gargantuan green-blue orb—the World.

DF – Yay synonyms! Also, what exactly was the point of that entire scene?

—————

Trees floated above the Everkin Forest.

DF – Wouldn’t the trees be the forest? Even if they’re flying trees?

Their roots hung in the air, reaching down like the pale green veins

DF – Roots aren’t green.

to the bizarrely twisted landscape below..

DF – Damn it, Lyconel, stop turning the landscape into pretzels!

The leaves upon the branches were circular and ovoid like those of plants that came from an era long past,

DF – When did trees have egg-shaped leaves? Wouldn’t that be too thick?

yet the air was hardly prehistoric.

DF – So they’re time-traveling flying trees with eggs for leaves. I bet they’re sentient.

Upon the Mesozoic verdure,

DF – I do not think that word means what you think it means.

the sun cast its dawn light, giving life to the hovering woodland realm in the form of photosynthetic vitality that sparkled betwixt the morning arbor.

DF – Or in other words, the morning sun shone on the flying trees. Using more words does not make you special.

It seemed like a peaceful new day, one that was full of promise.

DF – Aside from the thesaurus abuse.

However, nothing on this planet was stable.

DF – The time-traveling flying trees with egg-leaves were a dead giveaway.

Scales rippled through the plant life,

DF – Scaly time-traveling flying trees with egg-leaves.

shedding blood across the twigs. A drake,

DF – Oh.

a dragon without wings, charged through the placid shrubberies, her life fleeting with every gallop she took.

DF – So many thing wrong with this sentence…

On all fours, she dashed desperately past the hanging roots, digging grooves into the erratically warped dirt underneath.

DF – Pretzels make for good traction.

Death was near and she knew it. There was no slowing down or the enemy would consume her.

DF – There’s this thing you can do when you’re badly injured and need to escape someone, it’s called hiding.

Albeit the only thing on her mind at the moment was retreat, even she knew that might not be possible.

DF – I would think that the only thing on her mind would be ‘OW OW I’M MORTALLY WOUNDED OW!’ although not necessarily those exact words.

“Keep moving, keep moving,” Lyconel reassured herself.

DF – That’s not a very good reassurance.

Wood splintered behind her as two beasts followed her path. They too were dragons, one a wyvern and the other a behemoth.

DF – If they’re dragons, and dragons are sentient, then it’s probably not very nice to call them beasts. Also, why did you have to describe what kind of dragon a drake is the moment she was introduced, but not a wyvern or a behemoth? Is it because it’ll be explained properly later?

Their claws ravaged the terrain in devastating blows, tearing up anything and everything that got in their path.

DF – Noooo, not Lyconel’s terrain-pretzels! Or the trees, I guess.

Rapidly, they were catching up, as quickly and menacingly as one’s own shadow.

DF – Again, may I suggest this hiding thing? Unless, of course, Lyconel’s taken too long and they can see her, in which case I’ll call her an idiot.

Lyconel hurriedly tried to make a sharp turn,

DF – You’ll cut yourself with those if you’re not careful.

but a root caught her leg abruptly. Rolling on her side, she knew she was in peril

DF – Pretty sure she already knew that, actually.

and that fleeing was now futile.

DF – Lyconel, you idiot.

As she hit a large stone, she reached for her belt and slung out a spiked mace. She was prepared for battle.

DF – Then why was she retreating?

Almost immediately, a giant reptilian talon came down upon her. Wielding her mace high above her head, she clashed against it, deflecting its claws in sparks of metal.

DF – Reptilian talon + mace =/= sparks.

She whirled the weapon about, trying to strike upon the behemoth’s abdomen, but a colossal axe swooped down upon her and parried her attack.

DF – Can you even parry with an axe?

She swung around, twirling like a dancer as the enemy tried to take her down, feverishly dodging every assault that came her way.

DF – When did she get up? More importantly, if her injury was so bad that she was losing all this blood earlier, how does she have the energy to be dancing around like this?

Alas, she pounced into the air as the blade arced under her.

DF – That doesn’t seem like an occasion to use ‘alas’ or ‘pounced’, and this entire sentence is completely without context. There was no specific mention of any kind of blade being swung before Lyconel jumped, just her dodging everything.

Catching onto the trees, she continued running.

DF – Why…what? The tree is floating. Did she let go of it again before running, or did she climb up to run through the branches somehow? Wouldn’t the latter unbalance the trees?

“Try again,” she dared.

DF – There are going to be a lot of variations of ‘said’ in this book, aren’t there?

The trees started collapsing in her wake as the behemoth rammed his fists into them.

DF – So flying tree + punch = non-flying tree? Or did the author completely forget this detail about his trees?

Crashing trunks fell upon the ground, but she persisted in her furious stride.

DF – And the blood loss hasn’t killed her yet. Amazing.

Wings might have been helpful at the moment, but unfortunately, nature had not endowed her with any.

DF – This sentence might have been helpful, but unfortunately we already know that drakes don’t have wings.

She hurried out to the canopies of the forest.

DF – So she is running along the branches. And yet the trees aren’t tilting to one side where there’s nothing holding them in place, and the branches themselves aren’t breaking.

Standing upon the very apex of a tree, she glimpsed the landscape to the horizon. Far in the distance, whitish, pointed hilltops reached to the sky, forming a chain of mountains. The Fangs of Astinor. She was headed straight to them, and if she went there, she would never come back. Not with two of her greatest enemies on her tail, anyway.

DF – WhoarestillchasingyouRUN!

Suddenly, a rapier lashed at her face.

DF – I told you.

She ducked just a split second before it could hit her.

DF – I know she’s a dragon, but Lyconel’s seeming awfully Sue-ish to me. We’ll know if she survives this and heals perfectly, I guess.

The other draconic opponent flew over her, flapping its wyvern wings as it swiped its weapon madly downward.

DF – I love how the bad guys don’t even get a gender.

Too close to her enemy, Lyconel thrust her talons out, blocking the rounded foil

DF – Is it a rapier or a foil? There is a difference.

with her forearms. Her dermal layer chipped as it struck her,

DF – I’m pretty sure scales don’t count as skin.

and she tried to gain an opportunity to counterattack. Nonetheless, the wyvern was too fast, and delivered a slash that wrapped the foil around her arm and sliced her across the cheek.

DF – Um…how?

A splash of silver blood

DF – She’s been losing blood this whole time, and we only now find out it’s silver?

spurt out from her wound. Lyconel dropped her mace, and then dropped herself deliberately.

DF – Onto her mace. Great idea, Lyconel.

As she descended back into the woodland, she gripped a branch with her tail, grabbed her mace in midair and swung around to her opponent’s rear. Her legs slammed his back, but did little more than knock him away. He

DF – Oh, so now the wyvern has a gender?

instantly darted in for another sortie just as she rushed back into the verdure

DF – That word still doesn’t mean what you think it means.

and continued to flee.

DF – Why didn’t you just flee while he wasn’t looking?

For three seconds,

DF – She was counting?

she heard not the crushing of trees behind her.

DF – But a pack of rabid aardvarks that had picked up her trail.

In a flash of optimism, she thought they had left. Nevertheless, just as fleetly as the silence came, it perished with radiant explosions that erupted all around.

DF – The Tasen are Alpha Striking the planet! Also, ‘nevertheless’, ‘fleetly’, and ‘perished’ don’t really seem to belong in this sentence.

Plasma shots were fired at her, detonating into ever expanding orbs of energy that toppled the airborne plants.

DF – It’s like the author only just remembered his plants were floating! And if the dragons chasing her have plasma weapons, why were they attacking her with an axe and a foil/rapier before?

Now she was certain she would not escape.

DF – She will, though, because she’s a Sue.

Then, something caught her eye. To the flank,

DF – Of what?

a rocky outcrop rose from the ground like a marble web of caves. Stretching up into the air, it formed a mosaic sculpture of stony veins that branched like a living network of pure, solid earth.

DF – The purple prose, it hurts…

The light of morn shone against its varnished surface,

DF – This sounds like the kind of thing you’d notice automatically.

and she knew she could escape.

DF – Suuuuuuue.

She was safe from her enemies – but was she walking into another threat?

DF – You’re not safe yet, Lyconel. Muse about this when you’re actually safe. You fail at hiding.

A plasma shot blasted the ground to her side. There was no time to consider the options.

DF – Actually, there was, but you wasted it considering the options.

Without another thought, she leapt to the webbed caves and scurried along their glossy surfaces. Coming across a dark orifice, she took a breath.
“May the darkness not consume me,”

DF – Considering what the bad guys are shooting at you, I’d worry more about the light right now.

she prayed to no one in particular.

DF – Then why pray?

Quickly, her serpentine form slithered through the opening.

DF – What, running and crawling aren’t good enough for her now?

Into the cavernous veins she delved, swimming through the bleak unknown as blackness consumed her body. As fleet as she entered, she was gone.

DF – Stop saying fleet.

Without a trace, and without a path to follow.

DF – What about that wound that was leaving a trail of silver blood at the beginning of this scene?

The plasma emissions ceased. The behemoth and wyvern perfunctorily crept up to the air-dwelling stone network,

DF – I haven’t read anything about the caves floating before now.

their claws clanking against the rocky surfaces as if they were made of metal. Their composures equally metallic,

DFsigh… I haven’t read anything about them being metal before, either. The claw made sparks against Lyconel’s mace earlier in the scene, but at the time it was described as a reptilian talon, not a metal reptilian talon. In short: STOP WITHHOLDING INFORMATION.

they located the orifice through which their target evaded and espied the ebony depths.

DF – None of that has anything to do with their composures.

They came to the same conclusion simultaneously.

DF – ‘Cause it’s not like they’re individuals or anything, no.

Knowing exactly what to do, they exchanged glances and waited.
Fires lashed the air before them, seemingly coming out of nowhere. However, these flames were not of light spawned,

DF – Very few fires are.

but of pure darkness. The black conflagrations

DF – Using more syllables doesn’t make you special either, by the way.

grew before them, bubbling like liquid flares, until alas, a shape formed.

DF – Alas, the author seems ignorant of the meaning and proper usage of the word ‘alas’.

It was another dragon, average in stature,

DF – What’s average for the dragons in this trip down the rabbit hole?

but of a hellish essence that far transcended its apparent size.

DF – Of course evil characters aren’t supposed to seem normal!

Dark fires wrapped around its every muscle,

DF – We’re back to hiding gender-specific pronouns again…

licking the air with hot blazes, yet not a single feature could be seen beyond its general contours.

DF – Um, because they’re engulfed in black flames, remember?

Baronial in dread,

DF – I’m thinking of a baron with dreadlocks, here.

it looked to its two watchers.
“Is she annihilated?” inquired Drekkenoth.
The wyvern, Arxinor, and his behemoth colleague, Gorgash,

DF – We’re only now getting their names?

processed the question within their mechanical heads. Gears and circuits turned about in their brains.

DF – This is the first time I’ve heard of both gears and circuits being used for the same activity. Ever. And since when do circuits turn about?

“Unknown.”
Drekkenoth peered into the opening of the Supersurface Cave Network.

DF – Good thing they stocked up on Random Surplus Capitalization.

Neutrally, he accepted the fact.

DF – It could be worse. He could be the ‘fly into a rage, then kill the messenger’ kind of bad guy.

Cocking his forearm, he looked at a wristwatch attached to his talon, one that was built with a face of countless iterating membranes and ten dials that pointed to the thirty hours of the day.

DF – That watch sounds too complex to be really useful. Who needs ‘countless membranes and ten dials’ to tell you what time it is, even if there are thirty hours in a day? And what happened to digital watches?

“The Key,” stated Arxinor in his snakelike accent, “is sssstill in existence.”

DF – Snakes only hiss on some S’s, didn’t you know?

“Affirmative,” replied Drekkenoth.
“Their next objective is to reach the Archive sentries,” added Gorgash.
“The marked sssssentry identity is: Dennagon.”

DF – The selective hissing is going to get annoying.

Drekkenoth looked up to the morning sun at the apex of the sky.

DF – If it’s at the apex of the sky, it’s not morning; it’s noon.

Wires, robotic in nature,

DF – Why are the wires robots?

coursed through his pupils,

DF – How is he seeing anything?

spreading through his body of pure fire as if to make the flame cybernetic.

DF – How are the cybernetic parts holding up in the middle of a fire? From what I understand, they’re generally delicate.

The very bleakness of his gaze burnt the light and made it as black as a laser of shadows.

DF – I’m finding that hard to believe. Then again, I could say the same for 99.9% of the story so far.

“We must make certain that the Lexicon is demolished,” he declared.

DF – I’ve only seen the word ‘said’ in this book once so far.

“In time, time shall be oursssss.”
All at once, they cocked their heads up. Cyborg wings burst out from their backs and they took to the heavens above.

DF – This really is just so corny…

There was so much to do and much to destroy before the closing of the World.

DF – It’s all going to be destroyed, so let’s destroy it faster! Yay!

Before time ceased its bidding.

DF – Who is it bidding?

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  1. Kitty on 8 March 2009, 03:00 said:

    I’m pretty sure reading this without the sporking is detrimental to your health and may cause herpes.

    Thanks for taking one for the team :B

  2. Lucywannabe on 8 March 2009, 03:05 said:

    Good grief, that story is just…so awful…I don’t have enough adjectives to describe how awful it is. It couldn’t have been easy, ploughing through that mess. XD

    Bravo, my friend, for daring to read it in the first place!

  3. SlyShy on 8 March 2009, 03:05 said:

    If you hadn’t been sporking that while I was reading it I could very well have died from cardiac arrest. The Amazon preview didn’t quite capture the quintessential crazy that is Dragons: Lexicon Triumvirate. Congratulations on resisting the urge to scream and swear for the entirety of this thing. :D

    Re:

    While I don’t have the pleasure of doing this with anybody else (Kitty, Slyshy, and all the rest, I wouldn’t mind knowing how you all manage to do that…), I’ll do my best.

    ImpishIdea’s official channel of communication is more or less Google Talk, so if any of you lovely people wants to come find some conversation just let us know. When doing group sporks we use Etherpad, so we can spork in realtime.

  4. SubStandardDeviation on 8 March 2009, 03:45 said:

    What is with Eng’s fetish for the word “orifice”?

    And yeah, that fight scene…totally lame. Freakin’ plasma guns, why can’t they just knock down a tree in front of her, or something?

  5. Artimaeus on 8 March 2009, 11:12 said:

    Question: did the first section have anything at all to do with the second?

  6. Gildor on 8 March 2009, 11:33 said:

    ‘Cause they were floating!

    Doi!

    (This is me, attempting to be funny.)

  7. Puppet on 8 March 2009, 12:30 said:

    Um, wow this is so much more terrible then Eragon. I don’t see how you can even read that kind of stuff.

  8. The Drunk Fox on 8 March 2009, 14:10 said:

    Kitty and Lucywannabe: It’s not over yet. There are eleven chapters (though I’ll be skipping over the small section you guys sporked before), an epilogue, and if it’s funny enough, a glossary after this.

    SlyShy: I think Amazon.com was trying (failing, but trying) to make it look better than it is. And that’s just the prologue…

    SubStandardDeviation: I’d like to know how they’re knocking over floating trees in the first place.

    Artimaeus: The first section might have been the author’s attempt at cleverly introducing characters (particularly Lyconel). In practice though, it’s completely useless, and it and the rest of the prologue could probably have been cut out without hurting the story.

    Of course, considering what that ‘story’ is…

  9. Dan Locke on 8 March 2009, 15:13 said:

    It could have been worse. It could have had a many fauceted scarlet emerald.

  10. Snow White Queen on 8 March 2009, 20:17 said:

    Wow…how was that even published?

    Drunk Fox, you should be given a Purple Heart for this… or something.

  11. Dan Locke on 8 March 2009, 22:01 said:

    >Wow…how was that even published?

    Somebody hasn’t heard of vanity publishing.

  12. Nate Winchester on 9 March 2009, 14:23 said:

    So I finally got my hands on D:LT, and permission to post my own sporking of it on here. While I don’t have the pleasure of doing this with anybody else (Kitty, Slyshy, and all the rest, I wouldn’t mind knowing how you all manage to do that…)

    I’d almost volunteer to help but…

    Well it’s DF’s baby. Let him decide how many suicidal suckers soldiers he wants to help him.

  13. The Drunk Fox on 9 March 2009, 18:18 said:

    I don’t mind if anybody wants to work with me on this. The more laughs I can get out of reading this train wreck, the better.

  14. Nate Winchester on 9 March 2009, 19:30 said:

    Does that mean we have to buy/rent it or you’ll just send us the pages? (email me any time DF)

  15. The Drunk Fox on 9 March 2009, 19:49 said:

    I think we can work something out on etherpad, the way SlyShy and the others do. I’ll e-mail you ASAP about it.

  16. Nate Winchester on 10 March 2009, 11:32 said:

    For my resume DF, my own 2 cents on this:

    Trees floated above the Everkin Forest.

    DF – Wouldn’t the trees be the forest? Even if they’re flying trees?
    NW – Even the author can’t see the forest for the trees.

    the sun cast its dawn light, giving life to the hovering woodland realm in the form of photosynthetic vitality that sparkled betwixt the morning arbor.

    DF – Using more words does not make you special.
    NW – See: my article. (end shameless self-promotion) We have a story with robot dinosaurs and dragons. This should be the most awesome thing ever!

    but a root caught her leg abruptly. Rolling on her side, she knew she was in peril

    NW – A creature running on all fours shouldn’t trip if just one leg was caught. Wait! The dragon’s a klutz? We have a Bella Swan alert! Code 3 people!

    She whirled the weapon about, trying to strike upon the behemoth’s abdomen, but a colossal axe swooped down upon her and parried her attack.

    DF – Can you even parry with an axe?
    NW – Very poorly. Depending on the axe, it would best to turn it and use it to block.

    Suddenly, a rapier lashed at her face.

    NW – The first time I read that as “raptor”. WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN AWESOME.

    with her forearms. Her dermal layer chipped as it struck her,

    DF – I’m pretty sure scales don’t count as skin.
    NW – What do you have to say Wikipedia?
    The scales of all reptiles have an epidermal component (what one sees on the surface), but many lizards have osteoderms underlying the epidermal scale, as do crocodilians and turtles. Snakes, tuataras and many lizards lack osteoderms. All reptilian scales have a dermal papilla underlying the epidermal part, and it is there that the osteoderms, if present, would be formed.)
    Oh, well that cleared things right up.

    spurt out from her wound. Lyconel dropped her mace, and then dropped herself deliberately.

    DF – Onto her mace. Great idea, Lyconel.
    NW – She can’t even commit sepdoku correctly. Bella Swan alert up to code 4 now.

    she heard not the crushing of trees behind her.

    DF – But a pack of rabid aardvarks that had picked up her trail.
    NW – Everything’s better with rabid aardvarks.

    processed the question within their mechanical heads. Gears and circuits turned about in their brains.

    DF – This is the first time I’ve heard of both gears and circuits being used for the same activity. Ever. And since when do circuits turn about?
    NW – Why didn’t we find out they were freakin’ ROBOT DRAGONS to begin with? Which would have made this scene TOTALLY AWESOME from the start.

    Neutrally, he accepted the fact.

    DF – It could be worse. He could be the ‘fly into a rage, then kill the messenger’ kind of bad guy.
    NW – I have no strong opinion one way or the other.

    “The Key,” stated Arxinor in his snakelike accent, “is sssstill in existence.”

    DF – Snakes only hiss on some S’s, didn’t you know?
    NW – He took speech lessons from Cobra Commander.

    Wires, robotic in nature,

    DF – Why are the wires robots?
    NW – What’s a non-robotic wire?

  17. The Drunk Fox on 10 March 2009, 13:11 said:

    I should really add those.

    NW – See: my article. (end shameless self-promotion) We have a story with robot dinosaurs and dragons. This should be the most awesome thing ever!
    DF – The fact that it is not makes DF sad.

    NW – A creature running on all fours shouldn’t trip if just one leg was caught. Wait! The dragon’s a klutz? We have a Bella Swan alert! Code 3 people!
    DF – Oh, I missed that one!

    NW – What’s a non-robotic wire?
    DF – http://www.freefoto.com/images/13/04/13_04_5—-Barbed-Wire_web.jpg

  18. Nate Winchester on 10 March 2009, 15:00 said:

    NW – What’s a non-robotic wire?
    DF – http://www.freefoto.com/images/13/04/13_04_5—-Barbed-Wire_web.jpg
    NW – Now I’m imagining a dragon robot running off of BARBED WIRES and my brain’s about to melt from teh awesomeness.

    Off script a moment. My dad would beat me for not thinking about barbed wire with all the fence we put up. But then working in computers I tend to think of “wires” as comp parts and the other as “fencing materials”. But that’s just a personal fault.

  19. The Drunk Fox on 10 March 2009, 15:13 said:

    I’m sort of the opposite. I’ve worked with a lot of wire to make jewelry in high school and college, so…yeah.

  20. Morvius on 9 April 2009, 21:50 said:

    Wait…I don’t understand. The dragons seem awfully like humans here, wielding weapons and agilely avoiding blows etc. When I think of dragons, I think of massive reptilian creatures…

  21. swenson on 21 April 2009, 20:45 said:

    Hmm. I really have to say that compared to this, Eragon is sounding pretty good. Even CP doesn’t have thesauritis as bad as this guy!

  22. Cookie :P on 1 May 2009, 05:46 said:

    My god

    I read the whole thing three times all over and all i know is
    a) SHE is a drake
    b) THEY are most likely male
    c) They appear to be robots/metal things that are “born” and “nature” did not give her wings

    Wait.. How did she bleed if she’s metal?
    And if she isnt metal why are the bad guys, who are also dragons, metal?

    In short

    What are you saying?! I didnt understand any of it pulls out dictionary

  23. fffan on 11 February 2010, 05:37 said:

    wow… WOW
    you deserve a medal for sticking with this steaming pile of a book for this long.
    I tip my hat to you sir.

  24. VikingBoyBilly on 18 April 2011, 11:43 said:

    what is this i dont even