I plug you into the matrix, two people turns into Neo and Morpheus and you are Agent Smith standing on the hill. Neo and Morpheus kills you. I unplug you and you die on the hill.
My Hill
“When one's expectations are reduced to zero, one really appreciates everything one does have” Stephen Hawking
Honibaz will not be posting or playing due to school between August 23rd(2007) and June 20th(2008).
Fircoal wrote:I kill the Spartan army. But meh, I'm spamalot too.
Spamalot's Hill.
Every other Spamalot member is angry at you because you attacked your own member's army. They kill you but everyone starts to want power so they start the Spamalot civil war. Everyone gets killed except for hecter and Vincent M. I hypnotize them with a watch and they leave the hill for no reason.
My Hill
“When one's expectations are reduced to zero, one really appreciates everything one does have” Stephen Hawking
Honibaz will not be posting or playing due to school between August 23rd(2007) and June 20th(2008).
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
my hill
pancakemix wrote:I want to be beat to death by a monkey.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
my hill
*Goes under hill*
*Bops Boomlil off the hill*
NES's hill!
*Places his flag on the hill*
I'm back after an all too long hiatus.
Real life sure knows how to intervene.