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Clankeye
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In the Kingdom of Coinalot, things are quiet. Very quiet. Tomb-like quiet. Silence of the Lambs quiet. Really, really. really quiet. In fact, the only sound that is heard is the humming of the castle spiders as they weave their silken webs:
Spider One: Oh, what a tangled web we weave!
Spider Two: ...(muttering) Dumbass.
At any rate, into this eerie quiet enters none other than Sir Dog97. Sir Dog, who has been gone for years. Sir Dog, with his rusted armor and menacing battle-axe. Sir Dog, who sounds like a blacksmith’s hammer striking an anvil with each labored step he takes into the Great Hall. There, timid citizens huddle, heads bowed, as the Knight makes his way toward the figure now slumped in Coinalot's throne....
Sir Dog97: (thundering) BY THE GODS!!!!!
The words echo through the Hall and drift up to the ceiling. From the rafters a wee voice inquires "Pssssst, wanna buy a weenie coin?"
Sir Dog97: (pointing) WHAT IMPOSTER SITS ON KING ArtR'S THRONE????!!!
From behind the gaudy and ornate chair, appears the Coinalot Court Jester... Shiro
Jester Shiro: (finger to lips) Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! That is the new King--King Clad King! Do not wake him--he is sleeping!
Sir Dog97: (confused) New King? ...Sleeping....?
Jester Shiro: Yes! He naps twice daily. It's really very modern.
Sir Dog97: (narrowing his eyes) Where is King ArtR? (looking around) Where is half the Kingdom? ...Where are the jugglers, the acrobats, the ladies in waiting-- (growing agitated) Where are THE TANKARDS OF BEER!! WHERE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF HIGH SPIRIT? WHERE IS THE MUSIC! THE FIGHTING! THE WRESTLING BEARS! WHERE IS THE LAUGHTER! WHERE IS THE MIRTH?????!!!!!
Jester Shiro: (head bowed) Alas... we are mirthless.
Sir Dog97: IF YOU ARE MIRTHLESS YOU ARE WORTHLESS!!!!!
Jester Shiro: Yea, verily.
Sir Dog97: What reason has this proud Kingdom to be mirthless?
Jester Shiro: Well... first we were attacked by a tribe of hostile blue Indians!
Sir Dog97: (raising his battle axe) AND YOU SLEW THEM!!
Jester Shiro: Um... no. They kicked our ass.
Sir Dog97: (crossing his arms) ANOTHER REASON!
Jester Shiro: ...Then all our coins turned funny colors and died.
Sir Dog97: Turned colors how? Who was responsible for such treachery?!
Jester Shiro: The Medieval Coin Barbers, sir Knight.
Sir Dog97: (brandishing his battle axe) AND YOU SLEW THEM!!!!!!!!!!!
Jester Shiro: Um..... no. They kicked our ass.
Sir Dog97: (slouching just a little) 'Tis not enough. BY THE GODS! You cannot kill the coins of Coinalot! What else?
Jester Shiro: Sir Bear came back from market and told us all the Kingdom's goods are worthless now.
Sir Dog97: I spied Sir Bear upon entering this Hall. Let him give me this report! SIR BEAR!!!! COME FORTH!
Ratherly sheepishly, Sir Bear approaches a pacing Sir Dog97
Sir Bear: Howdy, stranger. Long time. Jelly donut?
Sir Dog97: Good Sir Bear. I know you to be a fellow of strong humors. Of infinite jest and rapier-like wit. Share with me this report you have given the Kingdom.
Sir Bear: Short Version?
Sir Dog97: ...please.
Sir Bear: We're all gonna die!
Sir Dog97: (smiling, gently patting Bears head) Sir Bear... would you wish that I rip off your skull, and stir your brain into a fine mush with thine own rib bone?
Sir Bear: (chuckling) Well, no sir!
Sir Dog97: (red face, veins bulging) THEN LIGHTEN UP!!!!!!!!! ALL OF YOU! LET'S START HAVING A GOOD TIME AGAIN!!!! IT AIN'T THE END OF THE WORLD PEOPLE!!!!
King Clad King: (jumping from his throne) You... are off topic!
Sir Dog97: UH?
King Clad King: You are off topic, and I'm having you banned from the Kingdom! Nothing less will do, bad dog!
Sir Dog97: You can't ban me for saying it's gettin' a little grim around here!!
King Clad King: I can and I will. Numismatics is not (curling lip) ...fun. It's serious business engaged in by serious people. The new modern way is NO Fun. Fun equals Done. In other words... it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Start having fun around here, and you shall join the unfortunates of the Open Lands--whom we had drawn, quartered, hammered, flung away by the Royal Catapult, gathered up in the Coinalot Dung wagon, shipped across the Bay of E, and finally entombed in some hostile location, which the only thing anybody knows about is that it's open 24 hours a day.
Sir Dog97: (falling to one knee) Tell me how I might avoid this fate, my Leige.
King Clad King: (merrily clasping his hands) You must talk about coins!
Sir Dog97: May I mention an amusing anecdote that happened on my journey?
King Clad King: (singing it) Noooo!
Attracted by the singing, the castle madman, MadMarty leaps down from his home in the rafters. He is a choatic collection of rags, bags and tangled hair. He begins to sing
Coins are all of which we speak
Until the knees grow frail and weak
Coins for dinner, coins for lunch
A single coin, perhaps a bunch?
Coins that shower out our ears
To coins we raise a thousand cheers
But, one last thing is still okay
A potato down your pants a day----
King Clad King: MARTY!!!!!
Sir Airplanenut: I'm really not sure if that's... cool.
Spider One: Oh, what a tangled web we weave!
Spider Two: ...(muttering) Dumbass.
At any rate, into this eerie quiet enters none other than Sir Dog97. Sir Dog, who has been gone for years. Sir Dog, with his rusted armor and menacing battle-axe. Sir Dog, who sounds like a blacksmith’s hammer striking an anvil with each labored step he takes into the Great Hall. There, timid citizens huddle, heads bowed, as the Knight makes his way toward the figure now slumped in Coinalot's throne....
Sir Dog97: (thundering) BY THE GODS!!!!!
The words echo through the Hall and drift up to the ceiling. From the rafters a wee voice inquires "Pssssst, wanna buy a weenie coin?"
Sir Dog97: (pointing) WHAT IMPOSTER SITS ON KING ArtR'S THRONE????!!!
From behind the gaudy and ornate chair, appears the Coinalot Court Jester... Shiro
Jester Shiro: (finger to lips) Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! That is the new King--King Clad King! Do not wake him--he is sleeping!
Sir Dog97: (confused) New King? ...Sleeping....?
Jester Shiro: Yes! He naps twice daily. It's really very modern.
Sir Dog97: (narrowing his eyes) Where is King ArtR? (looking around) Where is half the Kingdom? ...Where are the jugglers, the acrobats, the ladies in waiting-- (growing agitated) Where are THE TANKARDS OF BEER!! WHERE ARE THE KNIGHTS OF HIGH SPIRIT? WHERE IS THE MUSIC! THE FIGHTING! THE WRESTLING BEARS! WHERE IS THE LAUGHTER! WHERE IS THE MIRTH?????!!!!!
Jester Shiro: (head bowed) Alas... we are mirthless.
Sir Dog97: IF YOU ARE MIRTHLESS YOU ARE WORTHLESS!!!!!
Jester Shiro: Yea, verily.
Sir Dog97: What reason has this proud Kingdom to be mirthless?
Jester Shiro: Well... first we were attacked by a tribe of hostile blue Indians!
Sir Dog97: (raising his battle axe) AND YOU SLEW THEM!!
Jester Shiro: Um... no. They kicked our ass.
Sir Dog97: (crossing his arms) ANOTHER REASON!
Jester Shiro: ...Then all our coins turned funny colors and died.
Sir Dog97: Turned colors how? Who was responsible for such treachery?!
Jester Shiro: The Medieval Coin Barbers, sir Knight.
Sir Dog97: (brandishing his battle axe) AND YOU SLEW THEM!!!!!!!!!!!
Jester Shiro: Um..... no. They kicked our ass.
Sir Dog97: (slouching just a little) 'Tis not enough. BY THE GODS! You cannot kill the coins of Coinalot! What else?
Jester Shiro: Sir Bear came back from market and told us all the Kingdom's goods are worthless now.
Sir Dog97: I spied Sir Bear upon entering this Hall. Let him give me this report! SIR BEAR!!!! COME FORTH!
Ratherly sheepishly, Sir Bear approaches a pacing Sir Dog97
Sir Bear: Howdy, stranger. Long time. Jelly donut?
Sir Dog97: Good Sir Bear. I know you to be a fellow of strong humors. Of infinite jest and rapier-like wit. Share with me this report you have given the Kingdom.
Sir Bear: Short Version?
Sir Dog97: ...please.
Sir Bear: We're all gonna die!
Sir Dog97: (smiling, gently patting Bears head) Sir Bear... would you wish that I rip off your skull, and stir your brain into a fine mush with thine own rib bone?
Sir Bear: (chuckling) Well, no sir!
Sir Dog97: (red face, veins bulging) THEN LIGHTEN UP!!!!!!!!! ALL OF YOU! LET'S START HAVING A GOOD TIME AGAIN!!!! IT AIN'T THE END OF THE WORLD PEOPLE!!!!
King Clad King: (jumping from his throne) You... are off topic!
Sir Dog97: UH?
King Clad King: You are off topic, and I'm having you banned from the Kingdom! Nothing less will do, bad dog!
Sir Dog97: You can't ban me for saying it's gettin' a little grim around here!!
King Clad King: I can and I will. Numismatics is not (curling lip) ...fun. It's serious business engaged in by serious people. The new modern way is NO Fun. Fun equals Done. In other words... it's my party and I'll cry if I want to. Start having fun around here, and you shall join the unfortunates of the Open Lands--whom we had drawn, quartered, hammered, flung away by the Royal Catapult, gathered up in the Coinalot Dung wagon, shipped across the Bay of E, and finally entombed in some hostile location, which the only thing anybody knows about is that it's open 24 hours a day.
Sir Dog97: (falling to one knee) Tell me how I might avoid this fate, my Leige.
King Clad King: (merrily clasping his hands) You must talk about coins!
Sir Dog97: May I mention an amusing anecdote that happened on my journey?
King Clad King: (singing it) Noooo!
Attracted by the singing, the castle madman, MadMarty leaps down from his home in the rafters. He is a choatic collection of rags, bags and tangled hair. He begins to sing
Coins are all of which we speak
Until the knees grow frail and weak
Coins for dinner, coins for lunch
A single coin, perhaps a bunch?
Coins that shower out our ears
To coins we raise a thousand cheers
But, one last thing is still okay
A potato down your pants a day----
King Clad King: MARTY!!!!!
Sir Airplanenut: I'm really not sure if that's... cool.
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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Russ, NCNE
"The silver is mine and the gold is mine,' declares the LORD GOD Almighty."
It figures that by the time I assume the throne that the party's over.
"The play's the thing...."
-Amanda
I'm a YN working on a type set!
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yea, verily.
<< <i>It figures that by the time I assume the throne that the party's over. >>
You're a party animal, Clad. You'll get the Kingdom rockin.
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New collectors, please educate yourself before spending money on coins; there are people who believe that using numismatic knowledge to rip the naïve is what this hobby is all about.
This is my first live witness of a "coin-a-lot" adventure !
I needed this thanks Dude
09/07/2006
Brilliant. Were the leaders merely one hundredth so.
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." -Luke 11:9
"Hear, O Israel: The LORD our God is one LORD: And thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thine heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy might." -Deut. 6:4-5
"For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; He will save us." -Isaiah 33:22
Heh, heh.
Here's a warning parable for coin collectors...
Various parts of you were distributed to the poor for Winter fuel.
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Tom, formerly in Albuquerque, NM.
Go BIG or GO HOME. ©Bill
Hell, I don't need to exercise.....I get enough just pushing my luck.
<< <i>Eets got a scratch!
I weel nut buy this TOBACCONIST, eet eez skretched.
<< <i>He's back! >>
Yea, verily-- and with gusto!
Obscurum per obscurius
"Everything is on its way to somewhere. Everything." - George Malley, Phenomenon
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All is made right within the universe. As
once we were, we shall be once more, for
tis Coinalot. For better or for worse, tis Coinalot.
Though dark clouds have covered all the land, yet
there still be the hope of yon Bard's light to show
the way. Welcome home, Sir Royal Bard.
Camelot
<< <i>Sorry. You never made it to the Dung Wagon, Dpoole.
Various parts of you were distributed to the poor for Winter fuel. >>
I KNEW Clankeye was a Democrat.
Here's a warning parable for coin collectors...
<< <i>Just what we needed, a little Clankeye levity. >>
Remember, RBB617 "levity" is now a forbidden word in the Kingdom.
You have been warned.
Dpoole -- there are no Democrats or Republicans in Coinalot. Only people with all their limbs and those without. You unfortunately now fall in the latter category.
Sir Bear--as always, I bow to you, and your gentle good humor and wise ways.
Capped Bust Half Series
Capped Bust Half Dime Series
Not only are we going to continue to use the US dollar around here but you
will have to accept it in payment of debt unless you have a contract specifying
some other means of payment.
We will have "quiet time" between 11:00 and 12:30 and again between 6:00
and 7:00. You may post but you must keep it down and not use all caps. Pot
stirring should be avoided during these hours since there will be naps taking
place.
You'll continue to be able to collect and post about whatever you like but trash
talking about moderns will be frowned upon.
You will try to give other members and even eBay dealers the benefit of the doubt.
Just because it's been proven someone made a 25c profit on postage charges is
not sufficient reason to question his parentage. Stupid and ignorant comments
will still be allowed but where they are designed to hurt, they will be discouraged.
If you have any problems with this please contact The Bard.
Now I just need to find a door to post this on.
Camelot
--Severian the Lame
Thanks, Sir Bard.
A much needed dose of Coinalot on a Monday nite
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If you have any problems with this please contact The Bard.
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Methinks the crown may very well pass with haste.......
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infinite jest and rapier-like wit.
Sir Bear: We're all gonna die!
pay no mind to that man behind the curtain....