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The Fair Tree Nymph has blessed us with new names: The Dark Prince, the Spotted Newt of the Light Elflings, the Blonde Cycling Warlord, and Princess Annabelle of the Eternal Tardiness.
Some Clippings from the Newt's Journal:
Tree Nymph: sometimes the Spotted Newt likes to play games with my head
Tree Nymph: It is where I, the tree nymph, is currently situated. Doing battle with my thesis challenge in order to graduate
Tree Nymph: I solicit the Dark Prince to come hither and buy me some coffee to fuel my life points
Tree Nymph: b/c the thesis challenge is beating my ass
Tree Nymph: Will not the Dark Prince come hither to visit his fair Tree Nymph?
Tree Nymph: the Dark Prince is known more for his looks apparently than his brains
Dark Prince: Bark on trees are rough, and I prefer something gentler like flowers that blossom in the spring
Tree Nymph: The Dark Prince's knowledge of my kind depresses me
Tree Nymph: thus I take back my alliegence
Tree Nymph: and give it back to the Blonde, cycling, Warlord
Dark Prince: It's not that I have knowledge, it's the lack thereof. Tree nymphs are foreign to the Dark Prince, and thus I fear them.
Tree Nymph: And now, Spotted Newt, of the Light Elflings, I must take my leave to fetch myself COFFEE
Tree Nymph: tell the Dark Prince I await his apology during his visitation of my new domain, the Tech Center
Tree Nymph: Harken- has my prince cometh?
Spotted Newt: The Newt regrets to inform you that the Prince failed to receive your message to greet you
Tree Nymph: I'm taking this out of the tithe to your people
Tree Nymph: Are you aware, dear Newt of the Light Elflings, that the Bucks that are Stars make a wondrous concoction of mocha and coffee
Spotted Newt: Alas, the Newt has never been to such an establishment. The objects within the borders and the names that they are given are foreign to me.
Tree Nymph: Someday, when my Prince comes, we shall bring this concoction to your lands and all shall be merry
Tree Nymph: and merry we shall be
Spotted Newt: Seems like strange witches' majicks to me
Tree Nymph: what sorcery is this?
TristanVideo: Sounds like the Bucks and the Stars have cast this on you
Tree Nymph: trechery to the crown
TristanVideo: And now you wish to bring this blasphemy to my own kingdom?
Tree Nymph: Indeed I did not realize the danger
Tree Nymph: Please accept my most sincerest of apologies
Some Clippings from the Newt's Journal:
Tree Nymph: sometimes the Spotted Newt likes to play games with my head
Tree Nymph: It is where I, the tree nymph, is currently situated. Doing battle with my thesis challenge in order to graduate
Tree Nymph: I solicit the Dark Prince to come hither and buy me some coffee to fuel my life points
Tree Nymph: b/c the thesis challenge is beating my ass
Tree Nymph: Will not the Dark Prince come hither to visit his fair Tree Nymph?
Tree Nymph: the Dark Prince is known more for his looks apparently than his brains
Dark Prince: Bark on trees are rough, and I prefer something gentler like flowers that blossom in the spring
Tree Nymph: The Dark Prince's knowledge of my kind depresses me
Tree Nymph: thus I take back my alliegence
Tree Nymph: and give it back to the Blonde, cycling, Warlord
Dark Prince: It's not that I have knowledge, it's the lack thereof. Tree nymphs are foreign to the Dark Prince, and thus I fear them.
Tree Nymph: And now, Spotted Newt, of the Light Elflings, I must take my leave to fetch myself COFFEE
Tree Nymph: tell the Dark Prince I await his apology during his visitation of my new domain, the Tech Center
Tree Nymph: Harken- has my prince cometh?
Spotted Newt: The Newt regrets to inform you that the Prince failed to receive your message to greet you
Tree Nymph: I'm taking this out of the tithe to your people
Tree Nymph: Are you aware, dear Newt of the Light Elflings, that the Bucks that are Stars make a wondrous concoction of mocha and coffee
Spotted Newt: Alas, the Newt has never been to such an establishment. The objects within the borders and the names that they are given are foreign to me.
Tree Nymph: Someday, when my Prince comes, we shall bring this concoction to your lands and all shall be merry
Tree Nymph: and merry we shall be
Spotted Newt: Seems like strange witches' majicks to me
Tree Nymph: what sorcery is this?
TristanVideo: Sounds like the Bucks and the Stars have cast this on you
Tree Nymph: trechery to the crown
TristanVideo: And now you wish to bring this blasphemy to my own kingdom?
Tree Nymph: Indeed I did not realize the danger
Tree Nymph: Please accept my most sincerest of apologies