Posted Wed Aug 17, 2005 11:17AM
Bravely bold Sir Gilder rode forth from Texalot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Gilder. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Gilder. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Gilder. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split...
Serge, I've tossed my gauntlet on the ground near your feet, splattering your formidable boots with pixellated gore and muck. I challenge you to a steel cage match!
Serge, I've tossed my gauntlet on the ground near your feet, splattering your formidable boots with pixellated gore and muck. I challenge you to a steel cage match!

