KOTD--Ripping your midn to shreds, one Neuron at a time.


Years ago, Molech Created an evil so Grandiose, that it spread through the multiverse, polluting and corruptign even the msot sacred of people, driving men to madness, to chaos, to inflictign wanton sufferign upon all who opposed him.

Moelch's invention brought more suffering than anythign else known to man. I am now charged with bruden. The Ancient Machine, able to access any knowledge and sound it out loudly.

I of course speak of taht ancient beast, taht formidable monstrosity, Karaoke.

And now, in this multidimensional bar and dance hall, I pass on the noble burden.

Loves and kisses,
Cerien, Lord of the Abyss

The rules are simple:

1.Pick a character.
2. Tell us a little about said character, and why you picked the song. Mght be stupid and funny, migth be frickin' awesome. Might be moody and Serious. If you just say "I liek this song," that's fine.
3. Sign yoru ehart out. isntruments are allowed. Teh conctest is open to anythign that makes noise, not jsut bards.
4. Await replies with opinions, rangign form Simon cowell-esque pimpslapping of your ego to offerings of adoration, worship and groupies.
5. Reply to other peole's thred if youv'e got a godo comment, or at least a decent one.

I will participate. Im jstu nto certain with who yet.

Lyrically yours,

Question: When you say "Pick a character," what are we choosing them from? Movies, TV, books, etc, or from our own game sessions, or what?

Theo, is it possible for you to go over your post and fix the letter-switching errors before you post?

It would be appreciated.

Lorthyne: All of the above. You wanna be a character from your last campaign? Go for it. Also, I'm willing to hear anyone try to lay some wild music down, from comic books to movies (Darth Vader on the mic).

Zip: I've got to practice proofreading. I used to be a much better typist.

I'll go ahead with the first submission:

All the way from Sarlya, the king of the gods (my original overlord) Xotadan!

Xotadan: Good evening. Many people ask me and pray, "What happened to the old Gods of Forgotten Realms? Where does it tie in with the Torn Lands? What was the Cataclysm, really? Can I have twenty Gold? PLEEAASE?"

In answer to all but the last two (odds are usually no for that, moreso if you've got a whiny voice when you say "Please") here's a little ditty to help it all make sense:

*instrument opening*
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and
snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,
Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government
for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then.
Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
the revered and the right, right.

You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear!
A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel

(It's time I had some time alone)

*sigh* Well, if you don't get it now, you're not going to. Why? Cause you're not very bright. Oh well, Now that I'm finished imbueing with divine knowledge, what do the judges say?

Senju, the hundred-handed god: Nice, rhythm but a little a-tonal.

Krolm, the Fire Giant: *reads script* you did your thing, dog? What's a thing-Dog?

Bob Vila: That was Horrendous. Why am I here?