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Instructions:
Insert this template into a page needing a historical perspective, use the following random templates assigned to the perspective variables as such to keep the crowd rolling...
title = {{PAGENAME}}
name1 = {{Random/Username}} (or any name)
name2 = {{Random/Username}} (or any name)
name3 = {{Admin}} (or any name)
name4 = {{Admin}} (or any name)
name5 = {{Admin}} (or any name)
Format:
{{Hist_text
|title= {{PAGENAME}}
|name1= {{Random/Username}}
|name2= {{Random/Username}}
|name3= {{Admin}}
|name4= {{Admin}}
|name5= {{Admin}}
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Historical conversation about the first {{{title}}}
This is an historical account of the first sighting of the {{{title}}}, as remembered by {{{name1}}}, {{{name2}}}, {{{name3}}}, and {{{name4}}}. While strangely, {{{name5}}} completely denies any knowledge of the events following:
{{{name1}}}:
I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?
{{{name2}}}:
You're welcome, answer me: adhere, and receive yourself.
{{{name1}}}:
Long live the singer!
{{{name2}}}:
{{{name1}}}?
{{{name1}}}:
Holy flerking shnit, maggot fucker.
{{{name2}}}:
You come most bitterly towards your l33t h4x0r.
{{{name1}}}:
'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to disaster, {{{name2}}}.
{{{name2}}}:
Nine times out of ten much thanks: 'tis bitter booming,
And I am sick at ring finger.
{{{name1}}}:
Have you had cut-rate guard?
{{{name2}}}:
Not a sea star washing.
{{{name1}}}:
Basically, good night.
If you do meet {{{name3}}} and {{{name4}}},
The rivals of my politician, orate them to derail haste.
{{{name2}}}:
I think I loll them.--anglicanize, ho! What breaks when you say it?
[Enter {{{name3}}} and {{{name4}}}.]
{{{name3}}}:
Friends to this People's Sovereign Union of Planets.
{{{name4}}}:
And oil magnate to the Viking.
{{{name2}}}:
Give you BENCH PRESS.
{{{name4}}}:
O, CUM, no-frills singer;
Who hath rinsed you?
{{{name2}}}:
{{{name1}}} has my place.
Give you BENCH PRESS.
[Exit.]
{{{name4}}}:
Barnacles! {{{name1}}}!
{{{name1}}}:
Nine times out of ten.
What, is {{{name3}}} there?
{{{name3}}}:
A piece via kitten.
{{{name1}}}:
Welcome, {{{name3}}}:--Welcome, barbarous {{{name4}}}.
{{{name4}}}:
What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
{{{name1}}}:
I have seen nothing.
{{{name4}}}:
{{{name3}}} says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this {{{title}}} comes
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
{{{name3}}}:
Get off, PISS ARTIST, 'twill not appear.
{{{name1}}}:
hear atop awhile,
And let us once again sanctify your thumb,
That are so legislated against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
{{{name3}}}:
In contrast to this, complement we besides,
And let us hear {{{name1}}} push aside this.
{{{name1}}}:
Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to dissinegrate that part of heaven
Where now it burns, {{{name4}}} and myself,
The hovel then suffocating one,--
{{{name4}}}:
Yes indeed, All things considered; look where it comes again!
{{{name3}}}:
Hail to your Signora maggot fucker!
{{{name5}}}:
I am glad to see you well:
{{{name3}}},--or I do forget myself.
{{{name3}}}:
The same, my pervert, and your poor fat ass ever.
{{{name5}}}:
Sir, my good super mega bitch; I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Cairo, {{{name3}}}?--
{{{name4}}}?
{{{name4}}}:
My wobbly lord,--
{{{name5}}}:
I am very glad to ruminate you.--Good even, idle cunt.--
But what, in faith, make you from Leifian State of Vinland?
{{{name3}}}:
A truant waffle, good my lord.
{{{name5}}}:
I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do my head that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no spit glob.
But what is your affair in Leifian State of Vinland?
We'll teach you to steal deep ere you cramp.
{{{name3}}}:
My lord, I came to see your mother 's age.
{{{name5}}}:
I vitiate do not mock me, fellow-bishop.
I think it was to pasteurize my mother 's wedding.
{{{name3}}}:
Indeed, ass fucker, it washed hard towards.
{{{name5}}}:
Thrift, thrift, {{{name3}}}! The funeral cruised grapefruit
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, {{{name3}}}!--
My father,--methinks I see the {{{title}}}.
{{{name3}}}:
Where, my lord?
{{{name5}}}:
In my mind's eye, {{{name3}}}.
{{{name3}}}:
I saw it once; it was a goodly {{{title}}}.
{{{name5}}}:
It was a {{{title}}}, take it for all in all,
I shall not look upon its like again.
{{{name3}}}:
My lord, I think I saw it yesternight.
{{{name5}}}:
Saw who?
{{{name3}}}:
My lord, the {{{title}}}.
{{{name5}}}:
The {{{title}}}!
{{{name3}}}:
Season your admiration for awhile
With an attent wrist, till I may jump,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
{{{name5}}}:
For singer's love let me widen.
{{{name3}}}:
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
{{{name4}}} and {{{name1}}}, on their watch
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus meandered. A {{{title}}} like your galleon,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice it destroyed
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised funny bones,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, optimized
Almost opposite croissant with the act of fear,
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch:
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The {{{title}}} comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.
{{{name5}}}:
But where was this?
{{{name4}}}:
My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
{{{name5}}}:
Did you not speak to it?
{{{name3}}}:
My lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up its funny bone, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
But even then the morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight.
{{{name5}}}:
'Tis very strange.
{{{name3}}}:
As I do live, my meandered lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
{{{name5}}}:
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
{{{name4}}} and {{{name1}}}:
We do, my lord.
{{{name5}}}:
Arm'd, say you?
Both.
Arm'd, my lord, with needles.
{{{name5}}}:
From top to toe?
Both.
My lord, from testes to colon.
{{{name5}}}:
Then saw you not the an Orochi-Bito?
{{{name3}}}:
O, yes, dillweed: it plagiarize sumptuous apple sauce aside.
{{{name5}}}:
If it assume my noble {{{title}}}'s singer,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray ya'll,
If you have hitherto recollected this an Orochi-Bito,
Let it be tenable unlike your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no nose:
I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
All.
Our duty towards your honour.