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I wasnt here "back in the day", however I must say that if you wish for your "spam" to be somewhat spam-worthy, then you must have some sort of intelligence or humor within it. Your "spam" pertains of nonsensical words and objects repeated over and over again, with no intelligence or humor within.

Look my liege! It's the old fox from book 24! What's he doing here?

He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. Whomever wishes to cross it must answer the five questions...

Three sir!

The three questions, or else he is cast into the Gorge of ETERNAL PERIL!!!!!

Toast sucks!

Croissants are where it's at.

Croissants are crunchy, and food-y, and yummy, and awesome-y, and french-y, and... and... CROISSANTY!

:)

I'm good, you?

(Bwahaha, stole the reply  :wink:)

[would]

((ASLKDMLAKSMDLKAMSDKMASKLDMLKASMDLKAMSDLKMASD the forums ate my earlier (and much better) post! a;lkmsdflma192023 ahh what the hell... here goes))

The fox raised his paw, bringing it crashing down upon the ice with the strength brought on by desperation. A small crack appeared, slowly growing bigger until it became a hole large enough for him to lower his muzzle into, gulping the freezing water down. He gasped as the icy liquid flowed through his body, invigorating him and restoring what little was left of his strength so that as he looked up, his eyes met those of a stoat. "I'm... Fulkri..." he muttered, incomprehensible thoughts whirling through his head, along with his steady mantra which had stayed with him through the ages. Survive... He would go with these newcomers, regain his strength, and do what he could to live onwards. Fulkri had been in much worse situations than this and lived. Fulkri would survive...

((Sorry aobut the horribly short and terrible post, guys, i'm feeling awful and am at home so... yeah.))

The fox plodded weakly onwards, calling out to the looming shape in the distance before collapsing to the ground, quivering and spent. "H-elp..."

*goes insane*

AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!!

GOD SPAM IT FIRETOOTH! Spam is SO annoying. I swear....



Anyways, now in a pathetic attempt to derail this thread....



Cows: Are they really just Walking Mooburgers?

((My... Eff-ing... God............ Bjorn, that was AWESOME! Like really, that like, blew my low expectations away, no offense to everyone. Sharp, work a bit on getting your writing to flow smoother, but aside from that that was alright  :) I'll try to make a post when I get home from school... finishing work early ftw, but teacher's looking at me like he suspects somthing.))

Getting a post ignored by others ftl.

=(

But yeah, repeating myself here, but still.

I'm starting up what could possibly be my last attempt at RP on these forums, over in the RP forum.

Please join.

Please!

Uhh...

I've got cookies!

*Bambi eyes*

Please?

I'll shut up now...

Alright I've started up (yet another) RP on the RP forums, which, if it fails, could quite possibly be my last attempt to RP on these forums. Please, for the love of whatever motivates you, try your hardest to not make my creation fail!

Anyways, self-advertising aside, how's it going?

Crap, teachers lookin, g2g

[Welcome... to the Frozen North]

(This, my dear RWL'ers, is my last or second-to-last attempt at getting people interested in RP. I will be accepting anyone, however if I must i will ask you to kindly stop posting. You can do anything, however it must be within reason. If you are in a fight scene with someone, leave them a chance to dodge or block an attack, do not be an all-powerful-everyone-destroyer-who-never-gets-hurt! Getting hurt in battle happens to everyone! I will NOT accept ANY godmoding of ANY sort, UNLESS permission is granted by the person who controls the character to be godmoded. Restrictions now aside, write well, use your imagination, but most of all HAVE FUN!)

The gleaming ice creaks and growns, perilously thin with edges sharper than a ferret's tooth. A lone fox staggers along, hungry to the point of starvation, nearly-frozen. Snow falls in thick sheets only to be blown furiously away by the howling wind in a flurry of grey-white flecks. A mournful howl escapes the beast's lips, rising sharply only to be cut off as another blast of air whips by, doubling it over in pain and misery. A pathetic smile crosses its face as it limps onwards, its sanity obviously lost. A small light is seen in the distance and a small glimmer of hope appears in the fox's eyes. It nears the sight only to stagger backwards in agony, a knife protruding from its horribly-visible ribs. A mad cackle comes, and a second fox comes into view and begins gnawing upon the disgusting corpse with a gusto showing that it, too, has not eaten in days, perhaps weeks. The cruel sight soon is covered up by the snowfall, another life lost in the meaningless land...

Welcome... to the Frozen North

(Alright, basically this is an RP based in the northlands that are rarely mentioned within Redwall books. I have portrayed it, as you can see, as an unforgiving hellhole, where survival is valued above all else. This is where this RP is going to take place. The above was basically an example, an introduction, of sorts. Post whenever you feel like it, however please POST!!!

~Faerd))

Firetooth, I already sense a problem with your answers.

Spam in essence, is bad.

You are asking whether you are a good spammer.

There is NO SUCH THING as a good spammer, as spam in itself is bad... and horribly annoying.

Therefore, i refuse to vote.

God mother-fu**ing da** it!

YOU... STOLE... MY... FRIGGING... REALITY-DEFINING GUN!!

*KILLS BJORN IN THE MOST UNPLEASANT AND HURTFUL MEANS POSSIBLE, BREAKING A FEW LAWS OF HUMAN ANATOMY ALONG THE WAY*

DIIIIIIIEEEE!




Anyways, as that shows, DO NOT steal my RDG...

Ever.

Unless you give me credit for it persay *RDG (TM of Faerd) transforms weasels into walnuts, and then creates wings for the walnuts to fly with*

Or something.

Dane Cook also gets some laughs out of me...

"Excuse me ma'm, but are you trying to molest me via drive through???"

I confess! This thread is pointless!