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PostSubject: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:24 am

Deep within the sandy throes of Egypt, the beautiful yet peaceful village of Baklabakarashakalakawanaka, remained proud and and true to its natural heritage. The Mamluk himself lied with some fate of satisfaction within the tent of his own, visiting the illustrious Baklabakarashakalakawanaka and the 'big booty hoes' the local travel agency had advertised quite accurately, the seemingly Infidel rose in his tent to take a venture to the demanding sun bearing all that stood beneath it. He filed through his beard intently, taking a sharp notice to the parade which appeared to caravan through the distant village as The Mamluk in question took this chance to whisk away form this tent-brothel quite successfully, the individual precariously dressing himself with haste. He had a prior arrangement today with some sort of old acquaintance, that of which he couldn't allow the festivity and dunes of Baklabakarashakalakawanaka to deny any longer.
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PostSubject: Re: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Fri Sep 14, 2012 1:41 am

The unforgiving Egypt was made for an angry people, and especially angry women that loath notions of being mounted in their rear quarters. Such a waste of potential in this land had led to but a woefully lacking in descendants here aside from the progeny of ancient times. But alas, he found himself wandering in this village with a name half as long as his boat that he moored by the docks be they in the pier of the front or the more daring canal as of the hind. Alas, such thoughts happen such little justice upon the mighty loins of the beast that is Pyrrhus as he mingled quite well with the locals, in spite of his archaic Persian tongue and the lack of compatibility as of the two desert languages. He walked into the peaceful village of Baklabak... FUCK. He can't even think of the name right. Anyways, he walked into this Bakthing village, through some bazaar as little did he know, far far ahead onward some Mamluk person dwells his mighty fine business whichever he was endeavoring to. The bazaar is filled with loads and loads of sea creatures, like star fish, sword fish, and whatever fish there might be. Maybe a couple of reflective surfaces are being sold too.
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PostSubject: Re: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Fri Sep 14, 2012 3:02 am

The exclusive and great features of Baklabakarashakalakawanaka were all to clear with The Mamluk as he set his sights on Pyrrhus instantly. His desert tongue rang forth, as his hands motioned with correct movement. 「قتال مع القبضات والمعصمين، MARIPOSA عاشق!」 Swiftly, The Mamluk himself grabbed the carnival el tigre by such wrists and flung the feral creature at the other. His body moving along past the tiger and with raised arms. He struck proudly with his slightly crouched at an angle. The labeled infidel attempting to uppercut the individual into the path of the frightened and confused large clown cat itself. He poised his right foot with certainty, his left arm shafted upwards to affirm a spiral motion with his cut of the right uppers. A strike against the other he had to use as proper introduction to the other sought to find himself in the deep ass crack of Egypt itself.

Mamluk didn't take it things quite right when he sat before meeting this seemingly Mediterranean individual, though he was almost certain he knew what he was here for. The many days he had kept himself in isolation to be found out by the common world was surprising to him. And for fucks sake, can't a sand nigga just get a little peace an quiet nowadays? Now he has flying cats, and Baklabakarashakalakawanaka looking turkeys that seemed to strut their essence all over the place. He hated it in fact, he saw himself to take his business outside such festering village. There was a new order in The Mamaluk's life, and he always found it just to go and take a sniff of some Baklabakarashakalakawanakian roses every now and then; which smelled so horrible.
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PostSubject: Re: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Fri Sep 14, 2012 3:40 am

An abhorrent word fondled Pyrrhus's ears as he realized such extents the madness that was spat most profane. His eyes had foretold the most evilest of words to be uttered as he could tell what would occur that very moment, and yet very much so it was a curse as much a gift as this chocolate man spurred a warrior's fire unheard of before. "Μπορείτε αγώνα σαν μια πόρνη γυναίκα προδότης, Mariposa εραστής! " He uttered. In lieu to what persuasion that would befall him, fingers laced and reached rightwise such from the nearest arm unto such an object felt at hand. The gurgle of a barbarian infide-- infant spurred forth in clash of the el tiger Espanish-o... NOT. Most rather he looked to his side (somewhat side, most like it was just SLIGHTLY there and more in front of him), saw a table which was somewhat tall, and kicked it from below, springing it up vertically, impeding progression by the furry, but rather what resulted was NOT how he envisioned it as he willfully abstained from foreseeing. Instead, what happened was the tiger slid from above the table, launched into a stall filled with meat above Pyrrhus and past him, accidentally cut up the fat man and tasted human flesh, only to rampage somewhere in Baklaka village, coming to be known as the legend of al-el-le-Toro. Or something like that. Anyways, as for the chocolate coming his way towards the Greek, merely the toddler making waterfalls from its eyes was flung at face interrupting such mad fisticuffs endeavor before he can be reached. Stepping back in such making a span be known a gap given elusive.

This man was perhaps the most heinous individual to deploy such tigers into the world, or the Greek, probably a person that's most likely to explode a tower as much as he would attack a defenseless but very handsome Mediterranean man of great proportions, for the oddest of reasons gets the vibes somewhere along the line this Mariposa entity might've gotten the impression she bore his seed made manifest in her womb. But alas, such thoughts were honestly disturbing in such extents that he would rather be getting lobotomy than to suffer anymore of this insufferable harlot's presence.
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PostSubject: Re: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Sat Sep 15, 2012 7:37 pm

Similar singularities sang so slyly; surely subcutaneous significance shed shrewd subpeonous sanctums. Infallible barriers of linguistics proved themselves menial, Mamluk's receptive ebony ears violated by the other's lashing accusations. He found delighted witness to the felo de sa of the bakla-something villagers with their attempts to subdue to near primordial beast that he assisted the cradlerobber before him in releasing onto this world. Though he regretted to not be able to become induced with the chaos that would soon endue from the bloodthirsty rampaging of la-la-la-Toro, unpleasurable moments were striking afoot for the slave turned warrior. Within moments he saw his initiation turned to differenting antics, young'uns from the surrounding area saw it fit to be flung at himself; games that this Mamluk did not fuck with. His poorly veiled shoryuken, whatever that was, took its grasp on the toddler facing him. His molded fist shattering the glass jaw of the young'un opposing him while his body launched into the air. Though such a child he was not fucking with would soon to be fucking with the designated origin. His fist back, catching the shift of the toddler as Mamluk himself twisted in the air with some sort of logical physical magic, and with his full degree turn, he flung the toddler back at the Grecian to correctly deal with. Comfortably convenient, he gave quick notice to the abandoned caravan carriage he placed his landing on and decided to scrummage for objects that would brighten his presently god-forsaken hot day. Claiming true, Mamluk's hand like appendages successfully abdicated more children in duo fashion; launching himself back to safe ground as he began his calculated creep towards the other.

A stagnant concrete facial expression remained past the Mamluk's own face, his rewired brain processing the range of possibilities he could possibility take the situation with his fleet of children soldiers at his hands command. He assured himself, as he is nothing like the respectable Kony, he was sure he could make a excellent example to what the general public had of the Grecian culture and its sincere attitude toward the 'innocence' of today's youth. The apparent connection of the two allowed the Mamluk to correctly justify the standing to the other's in question; such contrasting methods to which forced giddy laughter from the Mamluk with his not so friendly approach.
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PostSubject: Re: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:01 am

A short respite fell upon deafened ears as the veiled shrieking of the yaks on mediocre and the mundane aspects "mortality" did not reach him, the language alien to his ears sullied not the Greek's olive ears. Firm digits latched on the feelers stretching out in manifest 'Astroidea', hard surfaced weapons that exist perfectly for such an occasion sold in the nether regions of the bizarre bazaar of the assortments in lieu to monetary fiscal profits. In such astute regards, whipping forth appendage of digits does rudimentary sea hard rock things spur forth sallying in force one, two, three, four and five simultaneous dulling air sailing month year old cradlerattlers, lapping to the sandy floors up to his feet. Onward naught, the Grecian man of Greek descent which is Greek from the Ionic side... that is Greek, sprung up and down in hoppity hop hop, feeling not motherhood's produce upon his persona as strategy Sun Tzu would smile unto unveiled forth. Visage that be him hoppity hop hopped like a bunny behind a matron ignorant of the forever battle taking suit, kinetic force imparted unto her skull once and a twice unto her womb once more on what would be the womb-product twice. Safety assured had such an occurrence even imposed on him in due hate of his existence by duo babies by such chancing, the olive Greek springs up and down he goes, fingers lacing against the scaly wet musky hide of the sword snout creature of the sea, form perfect with Olympian regard, arm pulling back and a FORTH it goes, sailing through the air in javelin format. It hit the sign on top of the chocolate man, which was made of foam, as it threateningly fell unto his head from the looming frame of wood hung over from. It was probably a pound or something from the amount of foam there is, which was dangerous and fatal usually for humans. Making himself apart opposite way through the long winding bazaar corridor lacking an end from the chocolate in this chase escalating in what would be like seeing parents over in a dinner of Kawanzaa. Such happenings occurring instanteously with the person of Grecian decent as to expend time not to the vestiges of the luxuries that be procrastination in the heat of introducing the joys of life face-first to one another.

This person was a threat without a doubt, because he fought with the Greek's honor, where all are permitted barred no restriction imposed upon such a sophisticated persona. Chocolate people are not an unusual sight to the Greek though, he has seen lots of chocolate people among the Persians, employed and not enslaved, mounting on elephants and all that shit as he remembered in Thermopylae, boy was Xerxes PISSED that the Spartans AND Pyrrhus were holding off the narrow pass. Until EPHIALTES, that hind quarter devouring piece of fecal matter passed forth the messages of such secrecy made to light to the Persians, did they fall. Except for Pyrrhus, accidentally his fate was sealed by a trick of the footwork made elusive not, falling down a cliff by sheer mistake and downward to Poseidon's domain was he claimed for a time, drifting days in and out living off of the oceanic bounties in raw delight till he came unto an island of nymphs. Oh the fun times those were.
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PostSubject: Re: Baklabakarashakalakawanaka the Majestic   Tue Sep 18, 2012 12:28 am

Complacent regards of common sense fell forsaken of the individual who labeled himself as of superior to common sense, though such of common man fell dependent on him. Though faintly subjugated, he took this role into a twisted perversion of begrudgingly unmistakable truth. Mamluk, a man of very self restraint and surprising taxing superficial mindsets, found this situation very situational to the area which he resided in; situated perfectly. Smug emotions became visible for the mamlukian Mamluk, while upon his African American T-Boz, Left-Eye, and Chilli approach entangling the Mediterranean other while his parade upon echinoderms manner of defense against his counter-counter assault upon the code tango before him. As noted, his situation preferences of situations became quite enticing for the turban showcase as of himself. With his duo of abdicates, he positioned his focused grip full of leg appendages, taking their existence much like tools, twirling the duo around his upper body in jovial with nunchaku type accuracy. With the impending possibility of such enchinodermian counter-counter-counter, the Mamluk with intent countered such retaliation with impedance. Though such a recurring situation gave the Mamluk with the correct measures in mind, his feet continuing to keep true to the previous motion, he watched the spear of Greece impede doom against him. This in current sense, Mamluk reacted in quick precautions to raise his left, snapping the abdicated child out of his wrist, employing the traumatized adolescent adolescence to resemble the verily unmistakably chinky shuriken...y The spinning child twisted itself underneath the javelin, brushing slightly beneath it as it briefly left the Grecian hands; surely to force the child to meet his opponent with some desperate attempt to demand answers if he was in fact the father he was looking for; if not seek maniacal damage. Though such facts would give the Mamluk much pleasure, he had to take care of the other situations which stipulated more situations for the individual to take actions against. He continued to twist around the remaining abdicated child as a single nunchaku, smacking the javelin imposing against him at its handle, rending it more harm for the abdicated than the Mamluk in question. Impressed by the abdicated true devotion for innocent protection of the Mamluk, he made sure his experiences would not go inexperienced by himself. The slave liberatee soon found himself with the remains of the prior unfortunate first employed with the Grecian and put him to good, clean, honest work. His creep finding comfortable nature, he leaped forward slightly, extending his arm out, and launched the first employed child volunteer with a similar fashion prior his decadent evasion of the naughty Spear of the Greek.

Little surmised determination in the commonplace of the battle, though Mamluk himself has caught wind of how the other was meant to keep his battle at top, though the edge he believed to gain would be soon taken to much context. As he had to take the situation the other put himself in with further ado. The magnetic collocation made it clear Mamluk how he had to approach the other. Figuratively, to catch the tail appendages of the mammal which represented the Sunday Resurrection, Mamuk himself had to follow the same path of the creature ironically religiously; naught for competency, though for impure intentions for which it was not intended for. Such flesh of the succulent reflected the abdicates; unfortunately not for the individual in question, but for the omnipotent deity(s) of Baklabakarashakalakawanaka which he held no respect for.
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