Like Mikkel (I hope), I'm quietly ferrying salvage-worthy comment to safer ground while waiting for status updates from Our Crew.
Here are some quatrains from p. 264 in the spirit of
the macabre Little Willie rhymes, which got some of the highest upvotes all weekend. The brilliant
elebenty started it, and provided this model:
Willie saw some dynamite,
Didn't understand it quite.
Curiosity seldom pays.
It rained Willie seven days.Little Emil full of spite,
Fed the troll lit dynamite.
I wasn't there, but legend says
It rained dentipede several days.
Mogram The dentipede is pretty dead-
It now has very little head
Because Emil blew up its face
...at least, we hope this is the case...
If we're to accurately gauge,
We'll have to wait till Monday's page
elebenty Brave Sigrun heard Emil's cry
and decapitated raptor-guy.
As befits two generals' daughter,
she excels in leadership... and slaughter.
corncobman Emil, Emil, don't despair.
At least you still have all your hair.
You didn't keep it all that clean
But you blew the thing to smithereens
Incanus01 Fire roared and flames licked high,
explosion tore towards the sky,
while debris and shrapnel flies,
and slimy troll in fire dies.
Stood Emil there amidst the storm,
unharmed (well mostly) was his form,
while Sigrun always quick on feet,
ran out so graceful, agile, fleet,
and best of all in this affair,
was that unscathed was Emil's hair.
Kyll And where was Lalli in this mess?
Out scouting out the whole troll nest
while outside, Catbus crew awaits
the aftermath? The building shakes
as blazing bursts echo loud
and probably attracts a crowd
of trolls yet lurking deep within--
Their prospects now look pretty slim...
Mogram Those hand grenades, when Emil lobbed them,
Solved the monster's dental problem;
And our heroes both have shown their valour
Sending the monster to Valhalla.
I bet they'd kill Emillion more
If they were scratching at the door
But often she who Sigruns away
Shall live to fight another day!
