This scrapbook is so aptly named. I think Mizahar is slowly breaching Abashai's players personal walls. And we're doing such a good job at it that I don't think he realizes how defenseless hes going to be in regards to us before its too late.
Storming the gates will be fun. Who's with me?!?
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So, how about a shared memory?
So, the very day I met Mike the first time (and consequently answered this really endearing HD Ticket on
'How do I actually post?' which I responded something like
'You're already posting if you managed to make this HD Ticket.. the forums operate on the same principle' ) I heard a young lady named Cheyenne sing this song at a SCA gathering - a wonderful highschool freshman with the voice of an angel. Just reading the lyrics makes it seem sorta maybe silly - but she did get people to tear up in the audience. For some reason I've always equated it since then with Abashai - since I remember that day so clearly because of the two events. I know its horribly old fashioned, and Coven did a version of it that used it in a way that defended Native American rights... but it still brings a message of peace before violence.
.One Tin Solider
Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the stone, And the valley-people swore They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share All the secrets of our mountain, All the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your sword!" And they killed the mountain-people, So they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure, On the mountain, dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it... "Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away. |
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PS. Anyone else want to slide down the waterfall into the sea? Looks fun.