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The Order of the Cookie.

Started by Lady Ashenwyte, December 09, 2015, 11:25:10 AM

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Lady Ashenwyte

Attention, fellow members. The Order of the Cookie has been formed to protect us from the evil evilness of the Chocolate Muffins of Death. Rise, fellow brethren, and remember this. The Cookie Protects.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

James Gryphon

So I'm confused...



Is he friend or foe?
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Kitsune

That is a hard question. He likes cookies, so one may assume he is a friend, but he also destroys them in his ravenous eating, making him a possible enemy.

Lady Amber

So, we're protected by a cookie?

Delthion

That we are! And a most powerful cookie indeed!
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Ashenwyte

Quote from: James Gryphon on December 09, 2015, 11:31:10 AM
So I'm confused...



Is he friend or foe?
*Gasps* The Great Devourer! He will pay for his crimes with blood!
Quote from: Lady Amber on December 09, 2015, 10:49:21 PM
So, we're protected by a cookie?

Not a cookie, the cookie.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

Yes, The Cookie...the Cookie. What e'er shall we do without the Cookie? ;D
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Ashenwyte

We would be doomed to a cookieless universe! Sign up to be a member of the Order now!
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Amber

The Chocolate Muffins of Death haven't actually attacked us in the recent past, so why must we be defended by some weird cookie? What if the cookie actually wants to take us over? What if it's a muffin in disguise? :o

Delthion

Blasphemy against the Cookie! Annihilation begun!
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Cornflower MM

A. . . . Cookie. Well, now I've heard everything.

Lady Ashenwyte

Quote from: Lady Amber on December 12, 2015, 06:58:13 PM
The Chocolate Muffins of Death haven't actually attacked us in the recent past, so why must we be defended by some weird cookie? What if the cookie actually wants to take us over? What if it's a muffin in disguise? :o

HERESY. You must be judged by the White Chocolate Chips of Doom!
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

All hail the Chip! The Chocolate chip!
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Amber

Quote from: Lord Ashenwyte on December 13, 2015, 02:18:45 AM
Quote from: Lady Amber on December 12, 2015, 06:58:13 PM
The Chocolate Muffins of Death haven't actually attacked us in the recent past, so why must we be defended by some weird cookie? What if the cookie actually wants to take us over? What if it's a muffin in disguise? :o

HERESY. You must be judged by the White Chocolate Chips of Doom!
Meh.