Agares Tretiak

Aryte once rescued my pet cats, Mr. Tiddlewinks and Mr. Bloodbath from a burning structure.

I am Col. John Jacob Astor, traveling with my wife Madeleine Talmadge Astor. We both have our respective servants with us, my manservant, Robbins and my wife's maid, Miss Bidois. I am taking my young wife to the United States, to ensure her child is born on US soil. I was in Europe, to avoid gossip regarding my marriage of a young immigrant girl. Like many officers of my time, I am a man of some means and borne to be part of the immensely wealthy Astor family, and the opportunity to venture forth upon the grandest vessel of the famed White Star line is not one to pass up, especially considering how my wife feels it will make her the talk of society once again. Though we are not "nobles" in the traditional sense, only the best will suit us, so the fine first class passenger cabins are naturally the most appropriate for people of our standing and breeding. You may notice that I am the owner of the famed Astoria hotel of the Waldorf Astoria hotel complex in New York. Thing nothing of it. A fine room, is it not? However, being the wealthiest man aboard, our rooms are suites, that is, a collection of rooms, so that we may pass freely within our spacious accommodations, or have private social functions with others, in the comfort of our own rooms. Our particular cabins are one of the four ultra-luxurious "millionaire" cabins. I spend time in the first class smoking room, where I find ample time to discuss politics, exchange stories about my service during the Spanish American War, and enjoy a leisurely pipe in the company of other men of class. My wife, however, spends most of her time in private parlors and the main lounge of the ship, spending time with other women, and discussing goodness knows what. At noon, we take a stroll on the promenade together, then take our lunch in the a la carte dining salon. We repeat the same cycle for when we eat dinner and supper. We also spend time with out Airedale Terrier, Kitty, whom we adore.

Awesome read, Ron.

I wonder if Cheeso scripted it?

WOW.

Haha! Probably best if this is moved to offline, graphics, or off-topic discussion, though.

The Praetorian Guard will be holding trials in February of 2011. At this time, the open slots are undetermined, but there will likely be a fair number. Also, there will be some changes to the way the Trials will be conducted and the duration of the Trials. In the intervening time, I recommend everyone interested takes time to step up their combat training and experience, their familiarity with Ordo policies, and with the current Carta Praetorian (which may also be modified soon). Do not IM me with applications or questions regarding exactly when the trials will begin, or specifics on the trials or changes that will be made: These will all be revealed in due time. You can however, ask me questions about the Guard, it's duties and purpose, and what is expected of candidates. Thank you, and look out for follow up information!

:D Kinda the point.

Gunny, Loki, or Streak.

FN FAL FN F2000 with all the fun bells and whistles. ;_;

You use a strict syllable count. I try the alternate method that tries to preserve the use of "moras". Which doesn't translate exactly into syllables.

Agares watching the snow knows Zrazor slays art of Haiku his crimson anger grows

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duVq7cXWcYw&feature=related This adequately displays my complex relationship with "teh numbars".

Hey now. I've gone cold turkey on the summary executions.

Need to call in the DEA, do we?

Or if you're a Finnish super-spy and just stole state-secrets after sleeping with the Premier's secretary.

D:< This is when he transforms into a Praetorian, runs screaming with battle fury, leaps through a window, a halberd suddenly in his god-like fist, and impales the vending machine stocker's chest, landing squarely on his back.

13:55] Scarlet Flaks: I have the handwriting of a doctor. don't question my hands, they work terribly with words [13:55] Scarlet Flaks: they're only good with takkatakka [13:55] Agares Tretiak: D'awww. [13:55] Scarlet Flaks: THEY'RE ALL MISSHAPEN AND I WAS BORN WITH A 7TH THUMB [13:55] Agares Tretiak: OH FUCK [13:56] Agares Tretiak: You have...6 other thumbs? [13:56] Scarlet Flaks: wait [13:56] Agares Tretiak: That's not normal. [13:56] Scarlet Flaks: you don't? [13:56] Scarlet Flaks: ;_; [13:56] Mark Karlfeldt: scarylet [13:56] Scarlet Flaks: sup [13:56] Agares Tretiak: Not to rub it in, but. Yeah. 7 thumbs is not normal ona regular hand. [13:57] Scarlet Flaks: I have 7 thumbs because I was chosen as the gods to win at every match of thumb-wrestling. [13:57] Agares Tretiak: Ok, given. [13:57] Scarlet Flaks: Also in rock paper scissors, I can make a battleship and win. [13:57] Mark Karlfeldt: scarlet [13:57] Agares Tretiak: And probably several other shapes.

...wut.

:D?

:D

Oh wow.

THE PANZER, MR. BLEAC. THE PANZER.

Ron is a bad man. (Not really)