war of the dwarves and elves!

[Copperfox]

No, it is not a ditto, because your side declared that we poisoned our own meat, which was an entirely external control of our actions--whereas in this case, based on the nature of our DWARVISH nanotechnology, I merely displayed the likely consequences of an action YOU chose. It's already established that Dwarvish science will not turn against the Dwarves, so the baby can't acquire our powers this way.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

you two are so technical. this game was originally to be for fun I believe, not the discussion (or argument) of dwarf technology and what elves do about it.


*flings pies at dwarves*

 

[Glenburne]

*baby Elf dumps all technicality in a large burp aimed at the Dwarf camp*

 

[Sopespian]

*baby Elf dumps all technicality in a large burp aimed at the Dwarf camp*

So that's what happens when you eat soup with unidentifiable ingredients ...

 

[Copperfox]

But Mozart, that's a WAY of fighting!


~ ~ Orders a volley of Nickolodeon slime

 

[Glenburne]

But the Elves keep the slime from falling using their flying braids. The braids, of course, are covered with slime, but the slime merely serves as an adhesive to prevent anybody from untying the braids. The braids then go on to whack all the Dwarves repeatedly.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

But Mozart, that's a WAY of fighting!

well its a bit of a boring way if you ask me.

 

[Copperfox]

So the Dwarves press secret buttons on their axe handles, causing ultrasonic vibrations to disrupt the molecular structure of the now-adhesive slime. The slime falls away as a powder, and flying mustaches dive in to untie the now-vulnerable braids.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

.... so you're trying to untie our braids that are coated in dust? *dumps water on dust on braids so that it becomes liquid slime again*

 

[Copperfox]

So we increase the sonic vibrations, causing the water to evaporate; then the previously-described process is completed, and the flying braids DO get untied. Next, we launch millions of rubber bands, which tangle up the hair still ON the heads of sissy Elves.

And we mockingly shout, "Ah, Elbereth, Get-lost-iel!"

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

AHHH ATTACK OF THE HAIRBANDS!!! CRYSTAL YOU'RE NEVER AROUND WHEN I NEED YOU!!!
*Crystal apears*
please get rid of these rubber bands Crystal.
*Crystal breaks rubber bands that are in the hair of the elves and uses them to re-tie the elves braids*

 

[Copperfox]

The Dwarves use the time interval to make up more songs mocking the sissy Elves.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

The Dwarves use the time interval to make up more songs mocking the sissy Elves.

*gets earplugs*

 

[Copperfox]

* Several Dwarves sing the Elf-mocking song in deaf-mute sign language *

 

[Glenburne]

The Elves, their brains now somewhat shielded from the Dwarves' pathetic musical skills, realize that beards and mustaches are no better than braids at staying together without being permanently attached to the wearer's face. Since the Dwarf beards aren't permanently attached to Dwarf faces, the Elves are able to send out flying braid-strands to tear the beards and mustaches into strands as well.

 

[Sopespian]

The Telmarine Lords could not care less who wins this war! Wipe them all out! Crush them all! Dwarf, elf, talking animal, you're all going down because it's always the Telmarine Lord who wins the war.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

The Telmarine Lords could not care less who wins this war! Wipe them all out! Crush them all! Dwarf, elf, talking animal, you're all going down because it's always the Telmarine Lord who wins the war.

well the Telmarines are not in this war so unless you'd like to join the elves or dwarves I politely ask you to......
*throws pie in Sopespian's face*

 

[Sopespian]

well the Telmarines are not in this war so unless you'd like to join the elves or dwarves I politely ask you to......
*throws pie in Sopespian's face*

*catches in mouth* Yum, yum, banana cream.

Very well then, I shall leave.

I know where I'm not wanted.

*sniff*

*bawl*

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

*catches in mouth* Yum, yum, banana cream.

Very well then, I shall leave.

I know where I'm not wanted.

*sniff*

*bawl*

Fire says that you are a sad strange person.

 

[Sopespian]

Fire says that you are a sad strange person.

As if I'm going to honor the futile opinion of a detestable animal such as a cat. None but the veritable testimony of a respected Telmarine shall I honor.