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#1 Hal

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Posted 18 December 2014 - 10:35 AM

I remember when we used to have filk being made around here - where did our entertainers go? :)

 

 

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#2 BigJackBrass

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Posted 18 December 2014 - 12:24 PM

We're entertaining privately these days :D


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Posted 18 December 2014 - 01:10 PM

FILK writing still happens, from time to time, but all the people with singing voices got day jobs. :)
 


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Posted 21 December 2014 - 04:47 AM

Locking pit traps - nasty!


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Posted 07 April 2015 - 10:20 AM

I remember when we used to have filk being made around here - where did our entertainers go? :)


Oh, and the Rolemaster FILK!
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#6 Hal

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Posted 07 April 2015 - 10:39 AM

If I could sing or had any appreciable talent with any kind of instrument I would be filking all this stuff right now...

 

Anyone? Anyone? :P

 

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#7 Pencil-Monkey

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Posted 08 April 2015 - 03:22 AM

Well, there are a few site contributors who have musical skills. Why, some of them even play in a band. ;)



(Take a look at William T. Riker up in the top left corner, number two from the left - one would have expected him to be Number One, wouldn't you?) :P
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Posted 21 September 2016 - 06:54 AM



Ooh, that's a pretty cool idea! :) What old cartoons would people wanna hear Hal & co. parody for a Feylinmas Special?
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Posted 21 September 2016 - 09:12 AM

Thundarr the Barbarian, or maybe Sailor Moon :P


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#10 Pencil-Monkey

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Posted 12 October 2016 - 08:32 AM

I remember when we used to have filk being made around here - where did our entertainers go? :)


Now did you hear the Gutter Skypes?
They say they're not those geeky types
But I can see their laptops still alight
They're gaming into the night

There's too many nerds
Too many players
Making too many monks, dude
And not much XP goes 'round
Can't you see
They're playing D&D 5E


(And yes, their latest episode, #175, contained an extensive selection of Land of Confusion quotes.) :)
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#11 anim5

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Posted 16 October 2016 - 08:01 AM

We're playing "something".

I can only HOPE it bears a resemblance to D&D 5e.

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I have to Thank you Heartily Pencil Monkey!

Your recent Tweets and entries here reminded me once again

that I belong to forums I should  read and participate in. And . . . .

You helped me discover that Hal Himself responded to a PM I sent

A Year and a Month Ago. [[ He responded to it rather promptly. I'm the one that missed it for over a Year. >_< ]]

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Thanks MUCH for the filk! :D


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Posted 21 December 2016 - 08:09 AM

Let's not forget this classic bit of 10 year old RPGMP3 Christmas poetry, by the talented @Isis:

 

If we're straying into poetry...(apologies for long post, and to C.C.Moore (1822) for mangling his classic piece)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The dice bags were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Monte soon would be there.

The gamers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of downloads danced in their heads.
And Lindsay in her curlers, and Hal in his cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Hal sprang from the bed to see what was the matter(4 ranks in Jump).
Away to the window he flew like a flash (base speed 50ft),
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash (Str 20).

The glow from the breast of the cleric below
Gave the lustre of day to the new-fallen snow.
When, what to Hal's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a cute halfling driver, so lively and quick,
Hal thought for a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than dragons her coursers they came,
And she hollered, and cursed, and called them by name!

"Now, Ratool! now, Buglac! now, Bragdor and Woot!
On, Kodo! On, Kalhissth!, Slithess and Gerout!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now grab it all! Nick it all! Stash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh-bag of holding, and St Feylin too.

And then, in a twinkling, Hal heard on the roof
The grinding and gnawing of each little tooth.
As he drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Feylin snuck in a bound.

The bone of a kobold she held tight in her teeth,
And the smoke of a fireball swirled round from beneath.
She had a blue face and a little round belly,
That shook when she laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

She was dressed all in silk, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all garnished with jewellery and loot.
A wondrous Rod she had strapped to her back,
Then a strange looking dwarf jumped out of her sack.

His ears-how they fluttered! his dimples how merry!
His crossbow was rusty, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
While the nubbins on his chin just seemed to glow.

He was grubby and plump, a right grumpy old dwarf,
And Hal laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself! (elf, not dwarf, 'cos elves are just better)
A vacant look in his eye, and a bump on his head,
Soon gave Hal to know he had nothing to dread ("I'm blind!").

Feylin spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And emptied the stockings, then turned to the jerk.
And laying her finger on his grim purple robes,
And waving the Rod, up the chimney they rose!

She sprang to her sleigh, to her slaves gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Hal heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas you shower of bastards, and to all a good-night!"

Another Christmas special (more porn-Santa)! :D



Of course, @Thing also wrote some, er... words... ;)
 

:punish:
Thingle bells
Thingle bells,
Thing goes all the way

Oh what fun,
it is to hide
your present in this way!

Hey!


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