The snow has fallen
A blanket for the forest
The world is sleeping
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Senor Pablo, a famous paladin who was well respected by almost everyone in Spain, galloped through the cold nights of the Spanish kingdom. Beside him was his squire, Cid Marachi, a tall but thinly built boy with dark hair. They were both mounted on their steeds and galloped through various villages to bring justice to the atrocious Prince Rodrigo, who plotted to assassinate his brother who was heir to the royal throne of Spain.
Pablo was disgusted by Rodriguez's motives. Pablo and Prince Rodrigo were once good friends, but now the prince had revealed his true colors. The knight would ensure that Rodrigo would pay dearly for his treasonous action.
"Master," said Cid Marachi "You passed Caruz, where Prince Rodrigo lives."
"I know" said Pablo. "We are headed to Madrid to warn Prince Miguel about the coup."
Tell me what you think. Is this worthy enough for a super secret code.
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jukyter wrote:
i can't read it well
i have to zoom in horrors of horror
It's pretty standard size bro.
Somewhere around 11-12 point, right veggie?
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yeah it's size 11
you may need some glasses, methinks
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I like how it looks.
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jukyter wrote:
it's like size 8
http://i.imgur.com/1bWPS.gif
same here
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luiysia wrote:
man I wish I could write
First, you'll need to gather an accumulation of large words that make you look more intellectual in syntactic use, so that the reflection on the state of life in your masterpiece is not undermined by an outward appearance of the unintelligence and simplicity that so many modern books find within themselves.
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soupoftomato wrote:
luiysia wrote:
man I wish I could write
First, you'll need to gather an accumulation of large words that make you look more intellectual in syntactic use, so that the reflection on the state of life in your masterpiece is not undermined by an outward appearance of the unintelligence and simplicity that so many modern books find within themselves.
can you gather an accumulation
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I have formerly congregated a plethora of labyrinthine lexemes
what is the next step
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luiysia wrote:
I have formerly congregated a plethora of labyrinthine lexemes
what is the next step
Now you must discover within yourself what message you wish to convey to the bibliophiles and bookworms who find themselves reading your book by happenstance. Does your inner self have a deep yearning to write about the existentialism of "space aliens" (to use the vernacular). Or do you ponder how you may convey deeper thoughts and ideas, like "tragedy about killing everyone with knives and cannibalism" (as Shakespeare was wont to do).
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You're making me sound like a bad writer.
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transparent wrote:
You're making me sound like a bad writer.
I'm incontrovertible that you are a transcendent wordsmith. I presuppose that you could precipitate most mellifluous prose.*
*note that physically abusing a thesaurus for your word choice is actually not a good idea
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I'll take note of it.
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soupoftomato wrote:
luiysia wrote:
I have formerly congregated a plethora of labyrinthine lexemes
what is the next stepNow you must discover within yourself what message you wish to convey to the bibliophiles and bookworms who find themselves reading your book by happenstance. Does your inner self have a deep yearning to write about the existentialism of "space aliens" (to use the vernacular). Or do you ponder how you may convey deeper thoughts and ideas, like "tragedy about killing everyone with knives and cannibalism" (as Shakespeare was wont to do).
uh
how about I just make fart jokes
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You'll be the next Rowling. :'3
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luiysia wrote:
soupoftomato wrote:
luiysia wrote:
I have formerly congregated a plethora of labyrinthine lexemes
what is the next stepNow you must discover within yourself what message you wish to convey to the bibliophiles and bookworms who find themselves reading your book by happenstance. Does your inner self have a deep yearning to write about the existentialism of "space aliens" (to use the vernacular). Or do you ponder how you may convey deeper thoughts and ideas, like "tragedy about killing everyone with knives and cannibalism" (as Shakespeare was wont to do).
uh
how about I just make fart jokes
Ah, but the winds of intelligent words did blow from Shakespeare's mouth, much like the other winds he disposed originating in butt. That is not too say his writing is of similar to quality too that wind (because, can we even assume knowledge of their quality?), but great writing from him was just as common as them.
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