Behold, the body of Adonis and the brain of a squirrel.

[Chozon1]

Can't be worn under clothing though. I could wear rubber pants underneath my normal pants with little to no sign.

[Orodrist]

Except an awkward gait.

You're welcome?

[Chozon1]

Awkward. Perhaps. >_>

Beautiful car. O_O Simply beautiful.

[Orodrist]

So...buying it?

Or can I?

[Chozon1]

Go for it. Didna smell right for me...I imagine I'll end up with a sedan of some sort.

[Orodrist]

And...I'm still broke.

Bloodmoon?

[Chozon1]

You need to get that checked.

Never played it. Only managed to get a hold of the normal version of Morrowind.

[Orodrist]

Ah. It's fun. There's arrows that do like 5000 points of damage per hit plus what the bow does.


What do you start fires with?

[Chozon1]

O_o what teh bleeps...

Typically, a small blow torch or matches. If need be, I use magnesium.

[Orodrist]

Try melting some Vaseline in a saucepan and soaking cotton balls in it. Just did it for the next trip.


Paradise Regained?

[Chozon1]

I did that once using dryer lint and candle wax. Never thought to use cotton balls.

No idea what that is.

[Orodrist]

The sequel to Paradise Lost.

The candle burns alone, it guides us safely home?

[Chozon1]

I still haven't read paradise lost. Milton wasn't in the library when my Mom wanted it and it never came up in school when I was old enough.

Unfortunately, I don't get that either. I want to say Demon Hunter.

[Orodrist]

Zao.

So here's a passage from Paradise Lost for you:

Spoiler:

Then shining heavenly fair, a goddess armed,
Out of thy head I sprung. Amazement seized
All th' host of Heaven; back they recoiled afraid
At first, and called me Sin, and for a sign
Portentous held me; but, familiar grown,
I pleased, and with attractive graces won
The most averse—thee chiefly, who, full oft
Thyself in me thy perfect image viewing,
Becam'st enamoured; and such joy thou took'st
With me in secret that my womb conceived
...

I also: at which time this powerful key
Into my hands was given, with charge to keep
These gates for ever shut, which none can pass
Without my opening. Pensive here I sat
Alone; but long I sat not, till my womb,
Pregnant by thee, and now excessive grown,
Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.
At last this odious offspring whom thou seest,
Thine own begotten, breaking violent way,
Tore through my entrails, that, with fear and pain
Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew
Transformed: but he my inbred enemy
Forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart,
Made to destroy. I fled, and cried out Death!
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed
From all her caves, and back resounded Death!
I fled; but he pursued (though more, it seems,
Inflamed with lust than rage), and, swifter far,
Me overtook, his mother, all dismayed,
And, in embraces forcible and foul
Engendering with me, of that rape begot
These yelling monsters, that with ceaseless cry
Surround me, as thou saw'st—hourly conceived
And hourly born, with sorrow infinite

In simpler terms: Satan x Sin = Death, Death x Sin = Cerberus

Was Milton the first Black Metal artist?

[Chozon1]

Hmm...I think it more likely metal artists took what they did not understand and made music from it.

Which I'm sure has deeper meaning.