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Post by Petrichor on Dec 13, 2013 1:00:11 GMT -5
I just don't know what went wrong!
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harmiie
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Post by harmiie on Dec 13, 2013 20:56:30 GMT -5
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☆ —Lichenwhisker - - -
We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain We jumped, never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell A love no one could deny
Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you
I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me Yeah, "you wreck me I put you high up in the sky." And now, you're not coming down It slowly turned, you let me burn And now, we're ashes on the ground
Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me I came in like a wrecking ball Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung Left me crouching in a blaze and fall All you ever did was break me Yeah, you wreck me
I never meant to start a war I just wanted you to let me in And instead of using force I guess I should've let you in I never meant to start a war I just wanted you to let me in I guess I should've let you in
"Don't you ever say I just walked away, I will always want you."
I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me I came in like a wrecking ball Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung Left me crouching in a blaze and fall All you ever did was break me Yeah, you, you wreck me
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ooc;; oh look at these wonderful words~ ♥
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Post by harmiie on Dec 15, 2013 16:19:24 GMT -5
✖ ░░░░░░x░ Cinderheart
We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain We jumped, never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell A love no one could deny
Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you
I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me Yeah, "you wreck me I put you high up in the sky." And now, you're not coming down It slowly turned, you let me burn And now, we're ashes on the ground
Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me I came in like a wrecking ball Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung Left me crouching in a blaze and fall All you ever did was break me Yeah, you wreck me
I never meant to start a war I just wanted you to let me in And instead of using force I guess I should've let you in I never meant to start a war I just wanted you to let me in I guess I should've let you in
"Don't you ever say I just walked away, I will always want you."
I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me I came in like a wrecking ball Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung Left me crouching in a blaze and fall All you ever did was break me Yeah, you, you wreck me
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ooc;; oh look at these wonderful words~ ♥
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Post by Mama Oak on Jan 11, 2014 7:00:13 GMT -5
gah, this table needs some work. v_v dear oak: fix image/gradient. center name. larger text box. text color. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. "I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am." I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. I am the one who's always been here. I am the one who waited, and now you act like you just don't give a damn. Like you never knew who I am. |
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Iam//The//Unseen
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Post by Iam//The//Unseen on Jan 27, 2014 0:49:43 GMT -5
Haters gonna hate \o/
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 13:45:56 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 14:43:03 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 16:40:28 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 16:55:25 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 17:18:35 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Played by: Commander Shepard
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 17:51:31 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Played by: Commander Shepard
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 18:01:30 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Played by: Commander Shepard
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 18:19:44 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 18:33:41 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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FENRIS
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Post by FENRIS on Jan 27, 2014 18:51:57 GMT -5
To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.
I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"
A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.
"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.
"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away
"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"
I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.
"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."
I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;
"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."
I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!
I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.
"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!"
Ooc: Game over.
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