JustaPAguyTheSequel

JustaPAguyTheSequel

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  • Pyrate
    there is mayhem in Mannheim what whilst the Renaissance Faire ensues in the Sylvan glades of colonial proprietor William Penn...
    JustaPAguyTheSequel
    Halt.....who goes there?!?!?!
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    FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
    BERNARDO Long live the king!
    FRANCISCO Bernardo?
    BERNARDO He.
    FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.
    BERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
    FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
    BERNARDO Have you had quiet guard?
    FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.
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    BERNARDO Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
    FRANCISCO I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
    HORATIO Friends to this ground.
    MARCELLUS And liege men to the Dane.
    FRANCISCO Give you good night.
    MARCELLUS O, farewell, honest soldier: Who hath relieved you?
    FRANCISCO Bernardo has my place. Give you good night.
    Exit
    JustaPAguyTheSequel
    Nothing real important here. I like to chat and cause mayhem...playfully.
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    ThePyrate
    Mayhem Maybe is a good Jethro Tull song but oft frowned upon in practice with others. But most denizens from the Sylvan glades of Sir William Penn are good... a shame the King and his men have removed the statue of thy state's great patriarch... these are dire times... full of mischief and mayhem of a most diabolical nature.
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    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    🎵When we're working nights, the village 'round, The old church becomes scary town.
    All curtained windows and bolted doors, But never an eye to see.
    As us faerie folks sweep from the hill, Never caught us and never will.
    Pulling roses and daffodil, Mayhem in the high degree🎵
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