Instant Message Fun I'll occasionally put up some nutty Instant Message text here. Probably not that often, because only 5% of my friends are funny enough to fill an entire conversation with wit/humor/antics. Larger conversations will be linked to other pages, those links being directly below this blurb of text describing the section. Nevrek (player of) versus LEKNORCHAT3!! As some of you know, chat robots are not just fun little toys. They can be more dangerous than nuclear arms. Well, not really..heheh. To learn more, come to Leknor and taste the wickedry. Star Wars Dorks If you'd like to witness Brakian and I gibber about Star Wars then this conversation is for you. Of Monopoly and Old Video Games In this conversation, we touch on the finer, more philosophical aspects of life..Monopoly, Atari Porn, and more. Featuring Juspera's Playah. . . de1337ed kia spake thusly: I suppose penises are kinda cute. The Tang Goo has entered the room. The Tang Goo: Ugh. Fortified Eeyore: GREGZ0R Yshkabob: Howdy. The Tang Goo: 57R355X0R The Tang Goo: 5uX0R The Tang Goo: M07H3rPhuX0R Fortified Eeyore: 9r39z0r 15 57r3553d 0u7 kia spake thusly: What are you even SAYING. kia spake thusly: Shut up and go look at the monchichis!!!! The Tang Goo: 9r39X0R w4n75 v4c47i0NZ0r kia spake thusly: I fear numbers and therefore cannot even begin to translate your nonsense. Fortified Eeyore: 9r39z0r d353rv35 4 v4c4710nz0r The Tang Goo: m057 d3v310P3R5 947 m0r3 7h4n 0n3 m0n7h 70 m4k3 3-c0mm 570r3 kia spake thusly: Something something a vacalinozor. kia spake thusly: Yeaaaaa. kia spake thusly: That's what it says. The Tang Goo: bu7 n07 m3X0R Fortified Eeyore: 947? kia spake thusly: I'm going to cry. Fortified Eeyore: wtf 947?\ Fortified Eeyore: 937?? The Tang Goo: 947? kia spake thusly: 867-5309 The Tang Goo: j00 w4n7 m3 70 8u57 c4pzor? kia spake thusly: /me runs far, far away! Fortified Eeyore: Heh. Fortified Eeyore: 8u57 1337 c4pz 1n 7h47 455 The Tang Goo: 0IC i m34n7 '937' n43 'g47'. The Tang Goo: h44444444444 Fortified Eeyore: h4 h4h4h4h4h h4h4 Howling at the Moonpie Allanimrod: i do masturbate constantly. Allanimrod: unless i happen to find sex. 40oz Nevrek v2: Well, Ivmreaklnsa; Allanimrod: then i have sex intead of masturbating. 40oz Nevrek v2: I'm trying to eat, here. Allanimrod: that's nice. Maimaranamanumi: dude 40oz Nevrek v2: <saves his monitor from applespit> Allanimrod: mmm. Allanimrod: sex. Maimaranamanumi: putting peanut butter on your dick and having the neighbor's dog lick it ain't sex 40oz Nevrek v2: AAAHHHHHHHHHHH Allanimrod: gross Allanimrod: i have my own dog, thanks. Maimaranamanumi: haha! 40oz Nevrek v2: ahHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH111 Allanimrod: :-) The Best Alterer We Barely Understood Just Nevrek:: Lirion displays the shield. Emblazoned into the dexter chief of the lonzege in argent, three mountain cats passant in pale sable prowl the champ. In the sinister base, divided by party per bend in crimson, lays the sigil of the Pathfinder's Guild. Just Nevrek:: Lirion shows off the shield. A winged red wyrm soars over an argent moon set before a cross pommee. A pile plies from the chief to base and is finished with a roundel in blazing crimson. Joshellinator:: That's kinda OOC isn't it? Just Nevrek:: That's kinda weird. Just Nevrek:: I've never been so glad to have not been picked. Just Nevrek:: It's amusing, but damn .. I wouldn't want MY shield looking like that. Just Nevrek:: Lirion displays the shield. A golden cross cablee pierces the englislet. Set sinster base, an abatement of a shadowy figure kneels, surmounted by a pair of hounds, addorsed incensed. Joshellinator:: He's trying to sound a bit too French. Joshellinator:: Even though Lirion's a cool guy. Just Nevrek:: Lirion says, "Emblazoned on the lozenge, a field of roses in purpure is attended to by a trio of pixies erased, persued by a pair of gryphons sergeant vert." Just Nevrek:: Lirion shows off the mail. The chain mesh is forged from tiny golvern links knitted in a fine six point pattern and heavilly oiled. Emblazoned in emerald on the left pauldron rests a kraken rampant accompanied by four silver crecents. Just Nevrek:: Lirion displays the mail. A pair of emblazoned silver roundels adorn the shoulders of the mail. The dexter bears a crimson wyrm incensed, while the sinister is charged with a pair of ebon scimitars. The mail is otherwise plain and tailored to fit closely and girded with tasse wrapped with a length of pure white leather. Just Nevrek:: Iasis shows you some ebon hunting leathers, which she is holding in her right hand. Picked out in metallic threads, a wyrm rampant sinister vert engages a soaring incensed gilded wyrm on a field of ebon on the breastplate of the armor. You also notice a small enchanter's mark. Just Nevrek:: Lirion display the armor. The hammered bronze breastplate is enamelled with a serpent device, beginning dexter chief and cascasing down sinister base. Its vert eyes blaze from carefully set cabochon emeralds. Just Nevrek:: Lirion displays the shield. Emblazoned into the lozenge dexter point chief, rests a ki-lin dormant. Sinister is differenced with the cadency of the Order of Leya. In sinister chief, an upright imperial eagle splayed wings expanded grasps an argent sword in each claw. A final note, Lirion's work is very good, and the only reason I didn't want the service was because I, personally, like items that are more readily understood. I couldn't count the people I spoke with about this, and how they were looking up each of those heraldry terms so they'd understand the shield, heh. Great work, Lirion. Crackheads Goskiing3289: bad name hu He-Manevrek: Eh? Goskiing3289: who are you He-Manevrek: Who am I supposed to be? Goskiing3289: houd you get sn He-Manevrek: I ..typed it in ..and made it. Goskiing3289: houd you get mine? Goskiing3289: =-O He-Manevrek: I didn't. You IMed me. Goskiing3289: no He-Manevrek: Ah.. Yes, you did. Goskiing3289: you did Goskiing3289: 8-) He-Manevrek: Listen, crackhead. YOU IMed me. Goskiing3289: no so dont get si pissed off Goskiing3289: :-D He-Manevrek: I'm not playing this silly game. Goskiing3289: so smile Goskiing3289: go away then He-Manevrek: Like I said. YOU IMed me. He-Manevrek: But I'll block you so it won't happen again, and you won't get confused. He-Manevrek: Parting words? Goskiing3289: noooooooooooooo lier Goskiing3289: im not stupid He-Manevrek: It's spelled "Liar".. ...YOU ARE THE WEAKEST FREAK. Good Bye. How do these people get my screen name?! Don't Ask. Please. Not Grhim: all I wanna do is go to a rave with one of my friends and double team some fat ugly girl. Not Nevrek: Double team? Not Nevrek: Like tap that ass? Not Grhim: hell yeah Not Nevrek: Why? Not Grhim: Is that too much to ask? Not Grhim: Because it would be a real horrible experience. Not Nevrek: Why the hell do you want to tag some knappy ugly chick? Why do you want that .. experience? Not Nevrek: I'm all about trying new things, but that doesn't mean I'm going to bend over a sheep. Not Grhim: Are you about trying new things, but not sarcasm? Not Nevrek: I'm serious about that. Not Nevrek: I'm all about trying new things, but I'm not going to shag a sheep because I've never shagged one before. Not Nevrek: Similarly, I've never stabbed myself in the foot with a nail. Not Nevrek: Come to think of it, I did step on a nail once..eh. Not Nevrek: Tetanus shot in the rump for that. Memories.. Not Grhim: Once you hear a sheep bleat in ecstacy you'll never go back. Not Nevrek: I'm not even going to try to respond to that. Not Nevrek: Heh. Not Nevrek: I just can't. Not Grhim: Yeah you probably shouldn't for both of our sakes. Not Nevrek: Grabbing a handful of woolly rump, pulling the supple young sheep toward you... Not Nevrek: ...the rhythmic swaying of hips begins, "Baa-aaa-aaa.." Not Grhim: Oh yeah, sucking on all six of those supple teets. Not Nevrek: "Shhh, Peepsy, just sit back and enjoy it." Her bell rings about her neck, sounded by the soothing waves of pelvic thrusts.. Not Grhim: The "baah" becomes louder, more rhythmic starting anew with each thrust. Not Grhim: Man, if we ever meet we won't be able to look each other in the eyes. Not Nevrek: Yeah, because you'll be bent over in front of me with a cow-bell around your neck. Not Grhim: wearing nothing but a lamb's fur jacket. Not Nevrek: And a smile. Not Grhim signed off at 8:35:42 AM. So, as evidenced by his leaving, this was way too early for my night-owl brain. All Your Base Are Belong To Morf pet81pet: are you m or f? pet81pet: male or female? No Va Nevrek: Morf. I am Morf, the Shape. pet81pet: :-( or :-)? No Va Nevrek: I am Sappy. pet81pet: |-) pet81pet: \-) pet81pet: >:o No Va Nevrek: Hey, that's a cute one. No Va Nevrek: Looks pissed. pet81pet: excuse me, but i don't write english very well! No Va Nevrek: English is fun stuff. No Va Nevrek: Words and all. pet81pet: are you male? No Va Nevrek: If I were a mailman, I'd be mail male. pet81pet: i'm male and you? pet81pet wants to directly connect. No Va Nevrek declines request; no connection was made. No Va Nevrek: Sorry about that, I don't connect with strangers. No Va Nevrek: That's like unprotected sex with carnival dwarves. pet81pet: ? pet81pet: i don't know! pet81pet: what do you do? No Va Nevrek: I have unprotected sex with carnival dwarves. pet81pet: excuse me, but i don't know what do you write ! No Va Nevrek: All your base are belong to us. No Va Nevrek: You have no chance to survive make your time. pet81pet: :-( pet81pet: bye No Va Nevrek: Somebody set up us the bomb ! ! Previous message was not received by pet81pet because of error: User pet81pet is not available. People are Strange ... when you're refusing to sing a Doors song.... Every Time I Have a Taco, You Want a Bite, Mutha Fawko. Netchick69: Hey Netchick69: good morning Netchick69: How are you? Nevrek Mon: Eh? Nevrek Mon: Who be you? Netchick69: a person wanting to chat Netchick69: and Netchick69: meet new peole Nevrek Mon: Dizamn. I just woke up. Can't a man eat a waffle in peace?! Netchick69: sorry Netchick69: bye then Nevrek Mon: Toodles. Netchick69: don't be expectin to hear fromm me again bye Nevrek Mon: Don't expect me to cry. So some chick that IMs me out of the blue, and INTERRUPTS MY WAFFLE, doesn't want me to expect to hear from her again. I WILL CUT THE NEXT FOOL WHO DISTURBS MY WAFFLE INGESTION! Oooooh damn I'm drunk. 40oz Nevrek: You're pretty when I'm drunk. Boringrendeg: Heh. Now should I respond seriously or not? . 40oz Nevrek: I losta t scrabble. 40oz Nevrek: Like second place. Boringrendeg: Still not bad, though. 40oz Nevrek: I usually win. Boringrendeg: . You can't win em all. 40oz Nevrek: YES I CAN Boringrendeg: . But not tonight,. 40oz Nevrek: YOU ARE CORRECT SIR HI-OWWWWWW Boringrendeg: . Hi-owwwwww. I see. 40oz Nevrek: Like ed McMahon. 40oz Nevrek: I'm living ghetto fabulous, bitz. Skraight up witta 40 Boringrendeg: You truely are rambling tonight . 40oz Nevrek: I said you're pretty. 40oz Nevrek: When I'm drunk. Boringrendeg: . Exactly. 40oz Nevrek: Man you are just no fun when I'm alchied up. Boringrendeg: I'm not exactly sure how to respond. 40oz Nevrek: Man. I am going to put this IM on my site, and rename you Boring Grendeg. 40oz Nevrek: Liven yo'self up, bitz. 40oz Nevrek: Boringrendeg: Heh. I see. 40oz Nevrek: Daaamn.,, how'd I shit-enter?1 40oz Nevrek: You know, this would be more abmusign if I don't corecct my typos. 40oz Nevrek: Observe. 40oz Nevrek: WHAAA HAA!! 40oz Nevrek: SHITF ENTER! Not (poop)! 40oz Nevrek: FShi...sih...sghi...hahaaa. 40oz Nevrek: Shift. 40oz Nevrek: Ther we go. Boringrendeg: I can see you're having fun , but I'm about 10 trillion hours short of sleep. I have to try and catch up on that tonight . 40oz Nevrek: Remember, i said I would stop correcting typos. and I nearly printed this IM somehuow.. 40oz Nevrek: Sleep. Pshhh.h Boringrendeg: . I see. Boringrendeg: For us non-drunks, it's sort of necessary. If I took my hands off the keyboard and closed my eyes, I'd be asleep in about 2 seconds. 40oz Nevrek: Aight. You'll be Boring Grendeg on my IM Fun site. Since people will see you're tired, they'll just say "Hey, he's obviopusly not interest4ed in talking to drunk idiots, so it's cool."\ 40oz Nevrek: PARTING WORDS! Boringrendeg: Heh. Maintain the drunk state for 22 hours, and I'll be happy to play. But for now... I'm out of here. Boringrendeg signed off at 10:36:20 PM. Tee hee. Oh, and I added this to the page while still drunk.. during...mmph. Note: Nevrek Mon, 40oz Nevrek, Nevrekin Skywalker, He-Manevrek and No Va Nevrek are not actual names I use. I just don't want random IMs from even more people, so I'm not putting up the real one.