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  • sockwars11
    FFR Player
    • Feb 2006
    • 98

    #31
    hey hey hey
    smoke weed everyday
    - dave chappelle
    my mom tells me i should join the circus as the perfect human... i think i might

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    • Lightknight924
      FFR Player
      • Jul 2005
      • 1164

      #32
      FFR

      A website of fun,
      As long as you don't act dumb.
      Then you should be safe.


      Flash Flash Revolution And I

      It began on that one fatefull day,
      When I went on the computer to play.
      Excited and happy, I was.
      For I was going to play a game.
      My brother Ryan had said it twas' not lame,
      So I hopped off of AIM and hopped onto a game.
      This game was called Kingdom of Loathing.
      I joined this game with my bro,
      And joined a clan playing about and fro'.
      This clans name was FFR.
      I did not know what FFR was,
      untill my brother showed me.
      I was kicked out of the clan of FFR.
      For giving a page of spamming.
      Angry and cursing and damning,
      I began to think of some planning.
      I joined the site of FFR in the year of '04
      I said to them that I was there to stay,
      And they basically knocked me to the floor.
      So I made up another name,
      As I was given the same result.
      So I mad up another,
      And another, and another and more.
      Until the year of 2005.
      When I made up my final diguise.
      I called it the Lightknight, my name as alias.
      And showed FFR that it was me.
      Except I stayed anyways.
      I grew more and more enemies and recieved the name n00b.
      Hated and banned I was.
      Until I decided that this was it!
      I decided to post my final post!
      To show the host that I am no ghost!
      That I'm real with feelings as well!
      Except! No matter what I tried I was always repelled!
      So this is it? This the end?
      An end of my life, on the internet?
      Then fine! Then fine!
      Quit, I shall.
      This is my last poem!
      This is for Mal!
      The one who had understood my point of view!
      And treated me like he has treated all of you!
      So this is it?
      This is the end?
      Shall I be forgiven? Ever again?
      If I submit this will people notice?
      Or will they skip it and post one of their own.
      So I may be forshawdowed in the darkness alone.
      Now this is it.
      This is the end.
      I am leaving FFR.
      If I return it will not be me.
      Soon, you shall see what I mean.
      I swear to you.
      To all who are.
      That I am the Lightknight,
      Knight of the light.
      Pride is Life.
      And that is my final advice.
      Farewell to you all.
      I am not returning.
      When I do, it will not be the Lightknight you remembered.
      For you will lose the LK that once was,
      Into the darkness,
      Into the lost.
      Thank you Mal for sticking up for me.
      Now it is my turn to pay you all back.
      Never again shall I burden you all.
      Fare thee well RaiRai, Fare thee well to all.
      Farewell.
      I am the Lightknight,
      .....Of the Fourth Age.

      Prikas ik Life.

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      • Farka
        Banned
        • Dec 2005
        • 283

        #33
        I think you should try another website forum because it seemse they don't like you very well from what you say.

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        • dontcareaboutmyid
          FFR Player
          • May 2003
          • 2103

          #34
          quoth the server, "404"

          do a google search, I don't know if I can post it here. It's humorous.

          Otherwise, I'm not to keen on reading published poetry.
          Theory of Quantum Fetish Mechanics

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          • aperson
            FFR Hall of Fame
            FFR Simfile Author
            • Jul 2003
            • 3431

            #35
            This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin

            They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
            They may not mean to, but they do.
            They fill you with the faults they had
            And add some extra, just for you.

            But they were fucked up in their turn
            By fools in old-style hats and coats,
            Who half the time were soppy-stern
            And half at one another's throats.

            Man hands on misery to man.
            It deepens like a coastal shelf.
            Get out as early as you can,
            And don't have any kids yourself.

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