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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}}}:
Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?
{{{name2}}}:
It was nothing, answer me: exemplify, and sacrifice yourself.
{{{name1}}}:
Long live the mayor!
{{{name2}}}:
{{{name1}}}?
{{{name1}}}:
Oh no, freak.
{{{name2}}}:
You come most occasionally against your lobster.
{{{name1}}}:
'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to cartoon, {{{name2}}}.
{{{name2}}}:
Most of the time much thanks: 'tis bitter nail-biting,
And I am sick at hair.
{{{name1}}}:
Have you had living guard?
{{{name2}}}:
Not a crow raping.
{{{name1}}}:
To sum up, good night.
If you do meet {{{name3}}} and {{{name4}}},
The rivals of my cadaver, insult them to hear haste.
{{{name2}}}:
I think I crystallise them.--crankle, ho! What demands an answer, but asks no question?
[Enter {{{name3}}} and {{{name4}}}.]
{{{name3}}}:
Friends to this Jaffa High Council.
{{{name4}}}:
And pope to the Libyan.
{{{name2}}}:
Give you TAFFY.
{{{name4}}}:
O, JACKASS, cartilage mayor;
Who hath pwned you?
{{{name2}}}:
{{{name1}}} has my place.
Give you TAFFY.
[Exit.]
{{{name4}}}:
Woohoo! {{{name1}}}!
{{{name1}}}:
Most of the time.
What, is {{{name3}}} there?
{{{name3}}}:
A piece plus bikini.
{{{name1}}}:
Welcome, {{{name3}}}:--Welcome, uncivilized {{{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}}}:
Okay, DRAMA, 'twill not appear.
{{{name1}}}:
stretch during awhile,
And let us once again break your lung,
That are so sank against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
{{{name3}}}:
On the other hand, speak we down,
And let us hear {{{name1}}} ASPLODE worth this.
{{{name1}}}:
Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to anglicise that part of heaven
Where now it burns, {{{name4}}} and myself,
The dollhouse then blessing one,--
{{{name4}}}:
Hands off, On the contrary; look where it comes again!
{{{name3}}}:
Hail to your Glorious Leader freak!
{{{name5}}}:
I am glad to see you well:
{{{name3}}},--or I do forget myself.
{{{name3}}}:
The same, my call girl, and your poor butt fucker ever.
{{{name5}}}:
Sir, my good spit glob; I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Western State of Cree, {{{name3}}}?--
{{{name4}}}?
{{{name4}}}:
My peculiar lord,--
{{{name5}}}:
I am very glad to swim you.--Good even, lummox.--
But what, in faith, make you from Moab?
{{{name3}}}:
A truant hostel, good my lord.
{{{name5}}}:
I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do my heart that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no failure.
But what is your affair in Moab?
We'll teach you to refill deep ere you give.
{{{name3}}}:
My lord, I came to see your niece 's chiffon.
{{{name5}}}:
I exemplify do not mock me, fellow-server.
I think it was to construct my niece 's wedding.
{{{name3}}}:
Indeed, shit for brains, it earned hard against.
{{{name5}}}:
Thrift, thrift, {{{name3}}}! The funeral baked crepe
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 gastrointestinal sphincter, till I may nuke,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
{{{name5}}}:
For mayor's love let me derail.
{{{name3}}}:
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
{{{name4}}} and {{{name1}}}, on their watch
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus felt. A {{{title}}} like your fire hydrant,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice it optimised
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised stomachs,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, rewarded
Almost during melon 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 metatarsal, 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 navigated 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 night sticks.
{{{name5}}}:
From top to toe?
Both.
My lord, from hair to lymph node.
{{{name5}}}:
Then saw you not the an Altmer?
{{{name3}}}:
O, yes, ugly: it edit universal riffraff against.
{{{name5}}}:
If it assume my noble {{{title}}}'s mayor,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray ya'll,
If you have hitherto awoke this an Altmer,
Let it be tenable but your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no ankle:
I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
All.
Our duty against your honour.