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Snariph_699 has a minion!
Grim the Grumps
Grim the Grumps
Snariph_699
Legacy Name: Snariph_699
The Nightmare Lain
Owner: LYNDIRA
Age: 14 years, 2 months, 2 weeks
Born: March 2nd, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 2 days ago
Adopted: November 15th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 74
- Strength: 180
- Defense: 178
- Speed: 179
- Health: 178
- HP: 0/178
- Intelligence: 109
- Books Read: 108
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
All that bird does is spout nonsense, riddles for children.
What can go up a chimney down but not down a chimney up?
It serves no purpose, it doesn't.
I arrive once in every second, once in every minute and once in every year. What am I?
Do you never grow tired of his croaking?
How could a cowboy ride into town on Friday, stay two days, and ride out on Friday?
Listen to him over there. Just listen!
What goes around the world yet stays in a corner?
See?! Nonsense!
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?
If you don't shut that bird up, I will.
Wanne the hillus smoken,
Thanne Babilon schal have an ende;
But whan they brenne as tho fyyr,
Thanne eerthe schal henus weende;
Whenne tho watres rennen hem froo,
The pepul schal turne to eerthe ageyne;
And yf ye bleden aboute over,
Alle men schul be slayne.
Wha--? See the nonsense it spits? And then flies away! The coward.
now
It's a shame that he didn't listen to you, Snariph. Dead as a door nail now. If only he'd taken the time to translate that poem. Fool..
When; hills
burn; fire
go hence (end)
run away
bleed
What can go up a chimney down but not down a chimney up?
It serves no purpose, it doesn't.
I arrive once in every second, once in every minute and once in every year. What am I?
Do you never grow tired of his croaking?
How could a cowboy ride into town on Friday, stay two days, and ride out on Friday?
Listen to him over there. Just listen!
What goes around the world yet stays in a corner?
See?! Nonsense!
I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air. What am I?
If you don't shut that bird up, I will.
Wanne the hillus smoken,
Thanne Babilon schal have an ende;
But whan they brenne as tho fyyr,
Thanne eerthe schal henus weende;
Whenne tho watres rennen hem froo,
The pepul schal turne to eerthe ageyne;
And yf ye bleden aboute over,
Alle men schul be slayne.
Wha--? See the nonsense it spits? And then flies away! The coward.
now
It's a shame that he didn't listen to you, Snariph. Dead as a door nail now. If only he'd taken the time to translate that poem. Fool..
When; hills
burn; fire
go hence (end)
run away
bleed
Pet Treasure
Beginning Rhyming
Vita
Svarta
Opened Invitation From Abigail
Opened Invitation From Cassandra
Opened Invitation From Anthony