Post by mozart on Jun 15, 2010 15:47:52 GMT -6
Regular Rules, Hoes.
-->I will not accept weaklings into my herd. This is a herd of Warriors. If you have an ailment, physical defect or are physically incapable, don’t even think about it. If you try your luck, I will evict or kill you. No buts.
--> An attack against one of my friends, allies or herd members is an attack upon me, and it’s personal. If you rape one of my mares, maim one of my stallions or kill one of my foals, it will be game on. I will rip you the fuck apart.
--> Respect is to be given to every member of my herd, unless they are in the class of the unworthy. You will have me to answer to for any unwarranted cheek.
--> Punishment of any breaking of the rules in any way will be judged by me at the time. It is not debatable. Whatever I say goes, and that’s it. If I’m in a bad mood, the punishment can be as severe as I please at the time, no matter how ‘minor’ the incident.
--> Treason results in DEATH. Unadulterated, sheer murder. You will scream, you will beg for mercy. We don’t usually get too much fun around here, so we tend to all help out a little with executions. It’s about the closest we get to going to the movies.
--> All foals must be presented to me upon arrival in the lands or birth. I play God, alright? I decide if it lives or dies; stays or goes. Actually, same goes for you, too.
--> Give me respect and you shall earn mine.
--> All fights between members of my herd will be judged by myself and an outside influence. There shall be no bias. The winner will be the one who fights most realistically.
--> Break the rules and I will break you.
Challenge Rules, Bitches.
--> Challenge me in whatever manner you please. Your method of instigating your failure is not my concern.
--> We fight at Sunset in front of my Palace, the giant Termite Mound.
--> If I win, you will either be banished forever, or executed on the spot. All your possessions become my own.
--> If you win, I leave the lands with my family and friends, and all loyal members of my herd. You get all of my lands, and everything left in them
--> You cannot dodge all of the time. At least one attack in every post must hit home. If you dodge all attacks it’s an automatic forfeit.
--> You started this fight, you make the first move. Deal with it.
--> It’s Muscle vs. Muscle. No cheating with your powers, or even using them.
--> It’s your funeral.
-->I will not accept weaklings into my herd. This is a herd of Warriors. If you have an ailment, physical defect or are physically incapable, don’t even think about it. If you try your luck, I will evict or kill you. No buts.
--> An attack against one of my friends, allies or herd members is an attack upon me, and it’s personal. If you rape one of my mares, maim one of my stallions or kill one of my foals, it will be game on. I will rip you the fuck apart.
--> Respect is to be given to every member of my herd, unless they are in the class of the unworthy. You will have me to answer to for any unwarranted cheek.
--> Punishment of any breaking of the rules in any way will be judged by me at the time. It is not debatable. Whatever I say goes, and that’s it. If I’m in a bad mood, the punishment can be as severe as I please at the time, no matter how ‘minor’ the incident.
--> Treason results in DEATH. Unadulterated, sheer murder. You will scream, you will beg for mercy. We don’t usually get too much fun around here, so we tend to all help out a little with executions. It’s about the closest we get to going to the movies.
--> All foals must be presented to me upon arrival in the lands or birth. I play God, alright? I decide if it lives or dies; stays or goes. Actually, same goes for you, too.
--> Give me respect and you shall earn mine.
--> All fights between members of my herd will be judged by myself and an outside influence. There shall be no bias. The winner will be the one who fights most realistically.
--> Break the rules and I will break you.
Challenge Rules, Bitches.
--> Challenge me in whatever manner you please. Your method of instigating your failure is not my concern.
--> We fight at Sunset in front of my Palace, the giant Termite Mound.
--> If I win, you will either be banished forever, or executed on the spot. All your possessions become my own.
--> If you win, I leave the lands with my family and friends, and all loyal members of my herd. You get all of my lands, and everything left in them
--> You cannot dodge all of the time. At least one attack in every post must hit home. If you dodge all attacks it’s an automatic forfeit.
--> You started this fight, you make the first move. Deal with it.
--> It’s Muscle vs. Muscle. No cheating with your powers, or even using them.
--> It’s your funeral.