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Ovoga ljeta Fellowship of The Larch priprema nešto posebno za sve zainteresirane. Zašto da vam ljeto prođe kao i sva druga – na nekoj usranoj plaži preko dana te navečer na rivi s Ribarom u jednoj, a gitarom u drugoj ruci. Ako želite iskusiti nešto novo i uzbudljivo za ove praznike (a imate i nisku toleranciju prema strahu od umiranja), čitajte dalje.
Neću okolišati, planiramo okupiti vojsku i ujediniti mongolska plemena te potom, uz njihovu pomoć, osvojiti Mongoliju, Sibir i dijelove Kine.
'Nemoguća misija', kažete? -Ne, ako nam se odlučite pridružiti. Vojsku predvodi jedan od 6 budućih mongolskih khanova –Sir Black Adder. Novačenje traje do 01.08.2005., primamo sve zainteresirane. Upisati se možete kliknuvši na 'Gusarska prepucavanja, niže od ovoga posta-a'. Navedite vaše ime (ne mora biti pravo, naravno, boli nas briga imate li policijski dossier ili ne), dob (ako ste djevojka, napišite 18 ili više, inače možemo završiti u zatvoru...) te nakraju navedite neke vaše vještine, znanja, sposobnosti ili super moći zbog kojih mislite da bi ste bili vrijedan doprinos našoj vojsci (ništa od navedenog nije potrebno imati, možete biti i zadnji kreten, glavno da možete jahati do Mongolije). Nudimo Vam vječnu slavu i nevjerojatno bolnu smrt...možda i pokoju boleštinu.
Fellowship of The Larch Vam se zahvaljuje.
Cimmeria
I remember
The dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills;
The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch;
The dusky streams that flowed without a sound,
And the lone winds that whispered down the passes.
Vista upon vista marching, hills on hills,
Slope beyond slope, each dark with sullen trees,
Our gaunt land lay. So when a man climbed up
A rugged peak and gazed, his shaded eye
Saw but the endless vista--hill on hill,
Slope beyond slope, each hooded like its brothers.
It was gloomy land that seemed to hold
All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun,
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,
And the dark woodlands brooding over all,
Not even lightened by the rare dim sun
Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.
It was so long ago and far away
I have forgotten the very name men called me.
The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,
And hunts and wars are like shadows. I recall
Only the stillness of that sombre land;
The clouds that piled forever on the hills,
The dimness of the everlasting woods.
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.
by Robert E. Howard
General Black Adder
'Barbarism is the natural state of mankind',the borderer said,
still staring somberly at the Cimmerian.
'Civilization is unnatural. It is a whim of circumstance.
And barbarism must always ultimately triumph.'
Post je objavljen 09.07.2005. u 16:39 sati.