Battle of the Sexes: Read Rules 1st

[Daoine Sidhe]

Shouldn't that be -800?  Whomps Miss Imp with a pillow.  I fight dirty with pillows.  Not with dirty pillows, mind you.  Pillows should always be clean.

[Shewolf]

Dodges the pillows to drop a number and then shrugs and Joins in the fight
-801

[Bedroom Lazarus]

-The priest arrives, his hair up in curlers as he wears a frilly yellow night dress emblazoned with the name tag "Priestess"  and titters as (s)he brutalizes the ladies with a pillow, putting up a number as (s)he goes

=800

[Lazaria]

-801

-The priest arrives, his hair up in curlers as he wears a frilly yellow night dress emblazoned with the name tag "Priestess"  and titters as (s)he brutalizes the ladies with a pillow, putting up a number as (s)he goes

=800

W.T.F...

:o

[impishcharm]

Tosses the pillow aside, deciding to simply pounce Daoine instead.

I just fight dirty...  >:)

-802

[Bedroom Lazarus]

-seeing Lazaria's guard had been dropped, the priestess wanders over and smacks her in the face full on with the pillow, and when she falls (s)he perches over her and beats her mercilessly  with overhand strokes.  The fact that he placed a brick in the pillow case should alarm no one as he has a friendly lesson to teach her for the times she has taken over the bedroom store...all in good fun...all in GOOD FUN...even as she is mashed into a pool of goop.  "Weeeeeeee"

-801

[Daoine Sidhe]

._.  So much violence in here tonight.  Rescues Miss Lazaria from certain goopification.  Is then pounced into the ... "priestess," tumbling over "her" and flipping up "her" skirt to show off "her" [lack of] feminine articles.   :o  S/he's not a s/he!

-802.

[Lazaria]

-803

No sooner had the priest(ess) mounted her and started beating away with a pillow full of bricks, Lazaria with one final gasp, grabbed him her into a stranglehold and managed to put it against the ground as it writhed under her, trying to grasp for air. Much thanks to a beautiful Daoine Sidhe who she will mucho-thanko later.

N-night... night!

She laughs crazily whilst imbued in blood and glory, putting a restless man woman of god(dess) to sleep before activating 'second life' and resetting everything back to normal for herself.

[Bedroom Lazarus]

too dead to post a number.  O:) time.

[FroreQueen]

-804 (?)

Isnt at all terribly sure what in the world happened here, but is strangely displeased she missed such a lively show. Dramatically sighs and sips at her tea, always late to the party it seems.

[Daoine Sidhe]

-805.  Mops up the priest's body.

Always a mess in here...

[impishcharm]

Frore! My friend, my love, the beauty to my beast, Clings.  ;D

-806

[Derwaysh]

~Embodies the second coming of Jesus. Breathes new life into the priest.~

Rise, my son.

In the name of Jehovah we must wage proper war.

~Reveals Jesus's Death Ray~

Time to show Ezekiel how the Genesis is done.

-805

[Daoine Sidhe]

-806.  Meow.

[Bedroom Lazarus]

-And Lazarus did arise from his place upon the ground, restored by Jesus H Derwaysh.  And the priest was wroth.  And so the locusts descended on the women, the frogs did rain from the sky, a drought hit them in their naughty bits and the rivers turned to blood.  A great flood was called down to wash them away from this thread, leaving only the two men left to repopulate it with posative numbers.

-805

[Derwaysh]

Come here, my child... we must populate this thread betwixt ourselves. By the grace of the god we shalt forth begin by cutting off the tip of our penises. And then thou shalt conceive. For if Mary can bear fruit unchaste, so may a Lazarus.

So let it be written, so let it be done. Amen. Jesus H. Derwaysh signing out.

-804

[impishcharm]

...Dafaq?  :o

-805

[FroreQueen]

Now I'm frightened. -Clings to Impy.-

-806

[Daoine Sidhe]

*ahem*  Well.  That... was odd.

-807.  (Where're those positive numbers?)

[impishcharm]

In their dreams.  ::)

Nibbles Frore.

-808

[Scylla]

-809

Eleven, twelve, into someone I'd like to delve.

[Daoine Sidhe]

-810.  Thirteen, fourteen... I wonder who that could bee... n.  >_>

[Derwaysh]

Aw, wasn't my intention to frighten a pretty Frore.

It's the priest, his lust for man-meat knows no bounds.

-809

[FroreQueen]

Purrs at the 'Pretty' part, practically ignoring the rest. Uses Imp as a pillow. What an odd night indeed.

-810

[Scylla]

-811

Fifteen, sixteen, her legs I'd like to be between.