I played the first one, I watched the last one on YouTube >_> lol. Apperantly I forget theres more than one ending :).

sounds like an STF
let's rock n roll!

Heh, the skill is slowly increasing as time goes on

So if St. Malachy's Prophecy of the Popes is true here's what we can look forward to:

In persecutione extrema S.R.E. sedebit Petrus Romanus, qui pascet oves in multis tribulationibus: quibus transactis civitas septicollis diruetur, & Judex tremêdus judicabit populum suum. Finis.

or in common tongue

(In extreme persecution, the seat of the Holy Roman Church will be occupied by Peter the Roman, who will feed the sheep through many tribulations, at the term of which the city of seven hills will be destroyed, and the formidable Judge will judge his people. The End.)

Apparently the Glory of the Olives is suppose to be the Penultimate Pope

You can only do so much the the stuff people give you.

I said an AWESOME one... :P

Did you play the sequel?

I feel the same way about this community, Dan, and I think a lot of others do too. Hopping in-game or and in vent to play, chat and carouse with my fellow fleeties is something I look forward to every day. In recent months this community seems to have experienced a resurgence in the amount of discourse and camaraderie with the influx of new members like you and the return of old friends and it's just awesome to me. :)

I already had one, before you :P , slacker boy.

Yes he did, So if you want to have an AWESOME forum sig like mine, Go see Voleron

No problem!

It looks great, Aikune!! :woohoo: Dave did an awesome job.

Everything is a thinly veiled innuendos....in Ten Forward we forget the veil altogether.

Thank you for reminding me of that specific scandal. Benedetto has presided over so many. ;)

~J

I'm Italian and I don't know if you know about the Monte dei Paschi bank scandal, the fact that the Pope resigned is linked to the fact that the Church had its shares in the debts/covert-dealings of the MdP and their endorsing Mario Monti as the 'savior' from our economic crisis here in Italy. It never counted his health (as he's in perfect conditions) he did it as to prevent the another scandal to form and destabilize their situation. P.S. I'm a Catholic, but I can't stand this Pope... nethertheless I'm telling the facts as I know them, not as to slander him.

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OMG DUDE I FREGGIN LOVE IT!

Wow i would hope so, that is freakin sick.

Glad you like it :)

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Whaaaa we have actual discussions and there was me thinking it was all a sham and a cover for the thinly veiled innuendos :P

In the Second Eclogue, Corydon a shepherd is passionately in love with Alexis, who ignores him. This unrequited love drives Corydon to sing (in order to limit his anguish). Obviously, Alexis is also male.


[1] Corydon, the shepherd, was aflame for the fair Alexis, his master’s pet, nor knew he what to hope. As his one solace, he would day by day come among the thick beeches with their shady summits, and there alone in unavailing passion fling these artless strains to the hills and woods:

[6] “O cruel Alexis, care you naught for my songs? Have you no pity for me? You will drive me at last to death. Now even the cattle court the cool shade; now even the green lizards hide in the brakes, and Thestylis pounds for the reapers, spent with the scorching heat, her savoury herbs of garlic and thyme. But as I track your footprints, the copses under the burning sun echo my voice with that of the shrill cicadas. Was it not better to brook Amaryllis’ sullen rage and scornful disdain? or Menalcas, though e was dark and you are fair? Ah, lovely boy, trust not too much to your bloom! The white privets fall, the dark hyacinths are culled!

[19] “You scorn me, Alexis, and ask not what I am – how rich in cattle, how wealthy in snow-white milk! A thousand lambs of mine roam over the Sicilian hills; new milk fails me not, summer or winter. I sing as Amphion of Dirce used to sing, when calling home the herds on Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I so unsightly; on the shore the other day I looked at myself, when, by grace of the winds, the sea was at peace and still. With you for judge, I should fear not Daphnis, if the mirror never lies!

[28] “O if you would but live with me in our rude fields and lowly cots, shooting the deer and driving the flock of kids with a green hibiscus switch! With me in the woods you shall rival Pan in song. Pan it was who first taught man to make many reeds one with wax; Pan cares for the sheep and the shepherds of the sheep. Nor would you be sorry to have chafed your lip with a reed; to learn this same art, what did not Amyntas do? I have a pipe formed of seven uneven hemlock stalks, a gift Damoetas once gave me and said, as he lay a-dying, ‘Now it claims you as its second master.’ So said Damoetas; Amyntas, foolish one, felt envious. Nay more, two roes – I found them in a dangerous valley – their hides still sprinkled with white, drain a ewe’s udders twice a day. These I keep for you. Thestylis has long been begging to get them from me – and so she shall, as in your eyes my gifts are mean.

[45] “Come hither, lovely boy! See, for you the Nymphs bring lilies in heaped-up baskets; for you the fair Naiad, plucking pale violets and poppy heads, blends narcissus and sweet-scented fennel flower; then, twining them with cassia and other sweet herbs, sets off the delicate hyacinth with the golden marigold. My own hands will gather quinces, pale with tender down, and chestnuts, which my Amaryllis loved. Waxen plums I will add – this fruit, too, shall have its honour. You too, O laurels, I will pluck, and you, their neighbour myrtle, for so placed you blend sweet fragrance.

[56] “Corydon, you are a clown! Alexis cares naught for gifts, nor if with gifts you were to vie, would Iollas yield. Alas, alas! What hope, poor fool, has been mine? Madman, I have let in the south wind to my flowers, and boars to my crystal springs! Ah, idiot, who do you flee? Even the gods have dwelt in the woods, and Dardan Paris. Let Pallas dwell by herself in the cities she has built; but let my chief delight be the woods! The grim lioness follows the wolf, the wolf himself the goat, the wanton goat the flowering clover, and Corydon follows you, Alexis. Each is led by his liking. See, the bullocks drag home by the yoke the hanging plough, and the retiring sun doubles the lengthening shadows. Yet love still burns in me; for what bound can be set to love? Ah, Corydon, Corydon, what madness has gripped you? Your vine is but half-pruned on the leafy elm. Nay, why not at least set about plaiting some thing your need calls for, with twigs and pliant rushes? You will find another Alexis, if this one scorns you.”

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The timing of this following the Grammys caused an odd bit of humor on Twitter for me this morning. A friend was said something about how he was going to ignore Twitter this morning because of the news about the Pope and the Grammys. I then responded in joking surprise about the Pope winning a Grammy for his album, "Benedict Does Britney".

This then led to a series of Benedict-ized Britney Spears parody suggestions, including:

"Touch of My Hand"
"It's Benedict, Bitch."
"Oops, I Molested Again"
"Boys (The Non Co-Ed Remix)"
"Me Against The Gays" feat. The Mormons
"Gimme More (Tithes)"

I now leave you with the mental image of Pope Benedict the Nth dancing out of the Vatican suggestively with the new hit single "Baptizer" playing in the background with a bunch of Caridinals backing him up.

:lol: Marry me? That made my (Italian) morning. BTW, he is the 16th Benedict, none of which have had particularly good reigns, and Joey Rats is no exception. Quick historical note: He is the second Benedict to retire/abdicate the papacy under a cloud, Benedict IX was the other.

~J