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Ancient Babylonian cunieform script. (Go to Church!)

Use the ol' "Smear Rachel in a rotten roulade, to induce poisoning" trick ...

... and your age at the point of first contact. "

My information might be a little out of date, I did graduate from university over ten years ago. PS I don't care how much practice we get, most of us will never be Caravaggio or Picasso. :cool:

... And also requires that the devs don't build in a ludicrous XP multiplier for all that is gained in the sequel ... "

So you are advocating a split in the type of influence: - gaining influence by essentially agreeing with them (a "Yes-man": ); - gaining influence by turning them to your pov (a rhetorician like Cicero); and - vice versa for losing influence. Is that it?

Reveal your secret, true face!

Now that I've thought (a bit more -- :D ) about it, it does sound very similar to the Babylonian Gilgamesh myth (y'know, the first ever written story?); apart from the female powers, but that was never overtly stated in the fable so perhaps it was some post-production editing; all you need is a bestest buddy Enkidu type character ...

I thought there were only a few turtles ... I'm just saying that there are some questions that we may never be able to answer. Perhaps we are built to not understand such things as the creation of the universe for a reason. There will always be a question that has no correct or accurate answer. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Never give in! Never! Seek and ye shall find!

Is that the same church that is depicted in the Beneath the Planet of the Apes?

Very true. It doesn't matter how fantastical the scenario, as long as the audience can identify with the protagonist on some way, share some emotional capital and feel like they have "walked in his/her/insert-the-possessive-pronoun-of-whatever-fantastical-gender shoes". So the plot was fine. (Where did the god go? How can gods just go missing? Isn't that against some divine truancy law, or something?) And this trans-gender-power-wielding demi-god seemingly has emotions that are recognisable by an empathic audience ... ... then again I think asking us lot is like getting a sanity check from an electorate of inmates of bedlam ...

We don't need to end the series. Nothing compels us to do so. I subscribe to a Logical Positivistic interpretation of science, whereby a statement is not scientific unless it can be proved or disproved via observation; and truth is this Empiricist a posteriori knowledge, together with any analytic truths (propositions that is true by definition). So, nothing demands it, except my faith in a logical framework for the universe, which behooves me to apply Occham's razor to all such teleological propositions: why have a Watchmaker's antecedent?, which is logically more complex to an equivalent extention of the universe back endlessly or as as an endless series. So, you pluck your duck and I'll pluck mine. :D I doubt the human race will ever answer this question. I don't think that our minds are built to comprehend this kind of knowledge. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I would have thought someone so bold on the field of battle would not display such a lack of valour in the field of ontology. "

Damn. I don't know how you do it, Batman, but you have eluded all my traps! Curses! I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those pesky kids!

Bukkake freshly served: " <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Where's the face?

How apt!

... Or just the bukkakesque facilitation substance, itself?

Aha! So you admit plagerising your material from Boyz inda Hood (or whomever sang that drivel) ! My cunning plan to out you has worked! (Interesting the heavy use of the word "poindexter" in your literature; freudian, perhaps? Are we secretly repressing some hostility to the other members of our school, perhaps because they used a particular word a little too often to describe a certain person well know to us ... )

... That's why the Bothan's are so respected ... Bothan Stunners

.. that too. Digital diarrhea.

A petrol bowser?

(I never watched it anyhow, it was just a modern remake of the classic To Sir With Love ... I feel sooooo old. )

But I thought that's what the internet was ... the twenty-first century's gift to future generations, the greatest work of historical-creative fiction in the history of mankind; the largest single stream-of-consciousness epistle ever attempted ... (aka the biggest load of freudian embarrassment of any known species in the entire universe).

Poor Artemis ... so little exposure before his first thread tanks ...

Soundtrack to that Michelle Pfeiffer film Dangerous Minds (aka My Posse Don't Do Homework (USA) (working title) )

Interesting the way the post counter works ... I wonder how many of us have found (all) the weaknesses in the system ...