Behold, ye gallant knights of the Straigthe Dope Message Boarde! The first Virtual Tournament!
Concerning the conquest of the favour of the fair Lady Angua *People goes OOOOH Heart goes ThumpaThumpaThumpa *, finally free from the clutches of… oh, let’s say an undeserving one, as chronicled in here.
I hereby challenge any valiant Doper whose blood runneth hott into his/her veines to metaphorical clash of armes and minds, aspiring to magnified attention to our revered Lady.
Rules suggested by thy humble servant: introduce yourself, declare your love/interest/declaration of Angua’s coolness/wishful dream (be polite and respectful, people! ). Then offer a fruit of your ingenuity, such contrived to generate humour and amusement!
Forbidden: insults, blasphemies, threats, and in general unrespectful treatment of all the gallant opponents and the other participants. L33t speek (at least, if not funny). Sexual harassment. Not being funny.
Ending: until we got tired of it, or Our Lady In Birmingham manages to name her Champion and Blissful Favourite.
Public: Comments, jokes, japes and criticisms are appreciated, nay, invited. With discerning taste, of course.
As the challenger, now shall I introduce myself.
Lars Aruns is my screen name, residing in ye fair towne of Liverpoole, in the realm of Albion. Out of the south I camest, from the boot-shaped country that is not New Zealand; in my veins runs pure a huge mix and match of bloods (bloodeth?) from Romans and Greeks, with fair contribuitions of Arabic, Norman, Syrian and even a tiny bit of Albanian, for I comest of Southern Italy. Yette Rome, Urbs Caput Mundi, begat me, and now I sort of ran out of steam and will stop, okay?
Challenges awaited! But I’ll have to manage my work priorities, anyway, so I’ll corteously leave the first move to my gallant opponent.
Let’s have fun! 