I Will...

[1-800]

Disclose my feelings on everyone who posts in this thread.

[OVERWATCH]

What do you think, about 88mm, Flak. ?

[1-800]

88mm Flak:

Tells it like it is. A good guy, a stand-up guy. Likes fast cars, faster women. Probably has a bloody guitar pick from a Misfits show circa 1983. Considers beer, crackers and crab-dip a balanced meal, Bush a disgrace and 99% of all Stormfront posters virgins (correct on all three accounts). Most likely would be able to escape from Mossad.

[Jimbo Gomez]

Teach me what I need to know about myself oh wise one.

[1-800]

Charles Martel:

Devoted Catholic and a heavy drinker (the two are probably related, somehow). Has been a devoted Phoran since...well, longer than I can remember. Lawyer by day, football hooligan by night. Has stolen many hearts and encaptivated the ladies from Belgrade to London. Like all Europeans, has enough fashion sense NOT to wear white socks and athletic trainers with jeans.

[Anarch]

Alright, let's hear what you have to say about me.

[1-800]

Lucifer:

Read too much Nietzsche (but that is not such a bad thing after all). Hates plastic modernity and all its assorted vices. Drinks too much and reads esoteric texts at the same time-a fitting combination for this magnificient pugilist. If one had a dozen Lucifers, one could change the world. CARVED OUT OF ONYX AND MADNESS, I SAY!

[Jonathan]

I'll jump on the band waggon too. Give us a lash 1-800.

[Anarch]

Lucifer:

Read too much Nietzsche (but that is not such a bad thing after all). Hates plastic modernity and all its assorted vices. Drinks too much and reads esoteric texts at the same time-a fitting combination for this magnificient pugilist. If one had a dozen Lucifers, one could change the world. CARVED OUT OF ONYX AND MADNESS, I SAY!
Rep points go to the most insightful phone number, 1-800.That was brilliant, ROFLMAO.

[1-800]

Shane:

Provides us all with an outstanding example of British phlegm, even though he's Irish. The type you'd expect to meet wandering the rolling hills of Ireland, his only accessories a walking stick and book. Like a dimly recalled figure from the Celtic myths of old, he wanders Eire, for he loves it and it loves him. See the end of The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man for more.

[Revolution_of_the_Mind]

I'd like to know what do you think about yourself?

[jcs]

Let's hear it, phone-number.

[Helios Panoptes]

have at it.

[Excorcism]

Quite a long line. I guess everyone wants to hear what they look like through the eyes of 1-800. What a bunch of losers.........ok, I'm after Vlad. <reads a newspaper>

[Banat]

Quite a long line. I guess everyone wants to hear what they look like through the eyes of 1-800. What a bunch of losers.........ok, I'm after Vlad. <reads a newspaper>

I agree Exorcism. What a bunch of losers... ;)

1-800, consider me applied too. It's been very interesting so far, by the way. :)

[Aule]

Go ahead.

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[Berianidze]

You may glorify me, 1-800.

[1-800]

Revolution of the Mind:

Professional revolutionary. No, that's not an oxymoron. Stuck in the black heart of global capitalism, he manages to mantain his integry-biding his time until the entire edifice crumbles around him...and then he will strike! And it shall be glorious! The cancer, the cure...it comes from within. Also knows five million ways to kill a C.E.O.

[1-800]

jcs:

Oh, lucky man! From God's mouth to his ears-literally. In another age, he would have been a warrior king, such a sight to behold! But now who wishes to kiss the bloody maw of reality, whose soul sings for the bite of midwinter? Is there contentment to be found within, contra mundum? jcs will tell us; jcs will know.

[1-800]

Vlad Tepes:

None more brutal. Layers of flabby lies are cut through by his sharp tongue. As if some primitive savage in darkest Africa hewed his night terros from the living rock, such is Vlad Tepes. Long may blood flow, his battle cry! Drink Xanthus, has you have not since Achilles watered you with the heady cruor of the Trojans!

also he kicked me off the neo-classical music hub!

[Revolution_of_the_Mind]

Revolution of the Mind:

Professional revolutionary. No, that's not an oxymoron. Stuck in the black heart of global capitalism, he manages to mantain his integry-biding his time until the entire edifice crumbles around him...and then he will strike! And it shall be glorious! The cancer, the cure...it comes from within. Also knows five million ways to kill a C.E.O.

You are my fortune e-cookie.

[Eisenhans]

What about me?

[Starr]

and me just because I am bored.

[Geist]

bring it on nigga, mention my cru.