Rules are simple: Thread starts with PERSON1 VERSUS PERSON2. First responder picks the winner, then chooses a new opponent for the winner. Example; Responder chooses PERSON1, then states simply PERSON1 VERSUS PERSON3 You can use a sentence or two to summarize fighting abilities if you'd like.
So, Who Would WIN?
Indiana Jones VERSUS Lara Croft, Tomb Raider
Luck and Wits versus guns and ti... many, many skills.
Alliteration, the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words.
Here's the game; You simply use as much alliteration as possible to make a simple statement immensely wordy.
After you input your novel, Mr. Dickens, you then (as simply as possible) provide the meaning of your babble.
Example:
Starts with Kuh.
Countless cups of coffee keep my keyboard clattering, clacking away, carelessly composing quickly crumbling queries, qualified constantly by quiet contemplation, keenly, cautiously, covertly converted into canonical credos, cured and curated carefully, compelled by curiously cool, calm, and contrastive inner-counsel, connaturally conceited, yet crucially, coherently, comprehensively, cosseted and kept cardinal by certitude of conviction and the cold courage of the condemned. Cock.
Meaning:
Too much caffeine makes it difficult to record important thoughts, no matter how crucial they may be. Penis.
The Lie is clearly hidden in your text. You are, in fact, a Reptillian, housed in the Californian Deep on the Western edge of the Pacific Ocean. Your name is Krzzygslyzz, or that's as near as I can write it. You are 4-6 thousand years old, by Solar reckoning and have a penchant for lilies and small-batch, single malt scotch. Your weaknesses involve the early Kievan Ruso history and the middling works of Keats and Brahms.
You are also only fluent in three languages, unless you are fooling us by counting your native Reptillian.
Here's your chance to get some fantastic items! For 24 hours I will collect donated items (include name and item in a message to me). Every donor will be entered into a hat. Every name will be drawn and attached to a gift on the list. EVERYONE GETS SOMETHING!!! Donate a sportscar, a castle, a beer or soap on a rope! Br generous, devious, or creative! Everyone gets something unexpected!!!
The Moon is a lie. Think hard about it. What proof is there, really? You can see the moon, sure.
The greatest argument used by the moon hoaxers is that "you can see it."
However, that is also their undoing. The moon is often visible during the day, when the sun is out. The sun is so bright that you cannot even see stars during the day. And the stars generate their own light! As anyone can see at night, the moon, though larger, does not shine as brightly as the stars. So if the moon is a celestial body as they claim, it could only be seen when the stars are seen first. Yet the moon can be seen in the day as well as the night. Clearly it must exist within our atmosphere, just like its neighbours, the clouds.
America is the great test of the moon hoax. If they knew of the moon, it must be genuine. If they did not, it must be fake. It is known that the ancient Maya and Inca peoples were great astronomers. So what happens? As soon as the europeans arrive, they burn all the ancient books (according to Diego di Landa, the sixteenth century Franciscan Friar responsible). Next, they try to destroy or assimilate the American culture. Finally, EUROPEAN "experts" move in who "discover" references to the moon in the ancient traditions. All a little too convenient. What are trying to hide? Simple. That the ancien Americant peoples did not have any concept of a "moon."
It is well known that many animals (e.g. wolves) exhibit unusual behavior at the time of the full moon. Clearly this is something that makes animals uneasy. However, if the moon had existed since ancient times, animals would have got used to it from now.
Earlier generations did not take the moon as seriously as we do today. They knew it was a man-made idea, and a crude one at that. The original meaning of "lunatic" was one who believes in the moon. In Shakespeare's day, for example, the moon was not very reliable. Its human origins were obvious. Anyone who really believed the official story - that this was a natural phenomeonon in the heavens - was considered a fool. Even today, in England, to "moon" someone is to expose one's buttocks in ridicule.
What is the MOON ? Well it consists of four letters. M , O , O , & N. When we place these four letters close together the human mind trained in inferior American Anglo-Saxon often interprets the letters as a word to describe some kind of heavenly celestial body. Of course those people are foolish, I mean they believe in such stupid novel ideas like rockets and the Titanic. Idiotic people like those do not affect the essence of the MOON however. The essence of the MOON can be found in the symbols making up the MOON. We know that these symbols exist because we think that they do. Even if your mind fails to precieve these symbols they appear on your screen when you click the buttons bearing the symbols M, O, O, & N. If the MOON is a symbol that can be broken down into four other symbols then its existence depends on the existence of the symbols M O O N . I suppose that I must think that M, O, O, & N are symbols in order for them to be symbols. I do not believe in my own existence and therefore M, O, O & N are not symbols. Clearly the so called "organizational structure" that is the MAD REVISIONIST is asking us to prove the existence of symbols that do not exist. It appears that they are tricking us and making us believe in Propaganda. You can't disprove me if you can't prove I exist. I think therefore I am. I must therefore be existence itself, but clearly I am not God. All I know is that in order for me to even exist now I must use the notion of DOUBLETHINK. If I don't think to exist then I don't exist. I cannot prove my existence so I don't know if I exist or not. Since I don't know I exist I cannot think I exist. Yet I seem to be able to type. Somebody tell me why the heck I am able to type! Prove to me that I exist, the Order of Chaos is in the balance.
The Lie is clearly hidden in your text. You are, in fact, a Reptillian, housed in the Californian Deep on the Western edge of the Pacific Ocean. Your name is Krzzygslyzz, or that's as near as I can write it. You are 4-6 thousand years old, by Solar reckoning and have a penchant for lilies and small-batch, single malt scotch. Your weaknesses involve the early Kievan Ruso history and the middling works of Keats and Brahms.
You are also only fluent in three languages, unless you are fooling us by counting your native Reptillian.
Alliteration, the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words.
Here's the game; You simply use as much alliteration as possible to make a simple statement immensely wordy.
After you input your novel, Mr. Dickens, you then (as simply as possible) provide the meaning of your babble.
Example:
Starts with Kuh.
Countless cups of coffee keep my keyboard clattering, clacking away, carelessly composing quickly crumbling queries, qualified constantly by quiet contemplation, keenly, cautiously, covertly converted into canonical credos, cured and curated carefully, compelled by curiously cool, calm, and contrastive inner-counsel, connaturally conceited, yet crucially, coherently, comprehensively, cosseted and kept cardinal by certitude of conviction and the cold courage of the condemned. Cock.
Meaning:
Too much caffeine makes it difficult to record important thoughts, no matter how crucial they may be. Penis.
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