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Wraggles To The Rescue!
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That's the demerits score taken care of for a while...
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Very soon, dear girl, very soon... how the hell else are we going to get out of this muddle?
Muddle ?! ...and what is "very soon" ?
Have you noticed that it was 4 (or even more, I cant remember now) that I'm nailed to this f..... cross !
I proposed to sing, but, actually, the only sing that it comes to my brain is the "Dies Irae" (a requiem that it's usual to sing in the French funeral !!!
Muddle ?! ...and what is "very soon" ?
Have you noticed that it was 4 (or even more, I cant remember now) that I'm nailed to this f..... cross !
I proposed to sing, but, actually, the only sing that it comes to my brain is the "Dies Irae" (a requiem that it's usual to sing in the French funeral !!!
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Oh dear ... we have gone from "Allouette" to "Dies Irae". Messa is hurting. Come on you guys! Do something fast!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I told you, Repertor, in German, always use the dative case after 'aus', 'bei', 'mit', 'nach' 'zeit', 'von' and 'zu'!. Since you seem to have forgotten, you made those SS-men suspicious!
Not just in France, but anywhere the Catholic Requiem Mass is performed -
the scariest hymn ever written!
Day of wrath and doom impending,
David’s word with Sibyl’s blending,
Heaven and earth in ashes ending.
O what fear man’s bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth.
Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth.
Death is struck, and nature quaking,
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.
Lo, the book exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded,
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth
Nothing unavenged remaineth.
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding
When the just are mercy needing?
King of majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us.
Think, kind Jesus, my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation,
Leave me not to reprobation.
Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the Cross of suffering bought me,
Shall such grace be vainly brought me?
Righteous Judge, for sin’s pollution
Grant Thy gift of absolution,
Ere that day of retribution.
Guilty now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning,
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning.
Through the sinful woman shriven,
Through the dying thief forgiven,
Thou to me a hope hast given.
Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying.
With Thy sheep a place provide me,
From the goats afar divide me,
To Thy right hand do Thou guide me.
When the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me with Thy Saints surrounded.
Low I kneel with heart’s submission,
See, like ashes, my contrition,
Help me in my last condition.
Ah! That day of tears and mourning,
From the dust of earth returning,
Man for judgment must prepare him,
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him.
the scariest hymn ever written!
Day of wrath and doom impending,
David’s word with Sibyl’s blending,
Heaven and earth in ashes ending.
O what fear man’s bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth.
Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth’s sepulchers it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth.
Death is struck, and nature quaking,
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.
Lo, the book exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded,
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
When the Judge His seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth
Nothing unavenged remaineth.
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding
When the just are mercy needing?
King of majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us.
Think, kind Jesus, my salvation
Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation,
Leave me not to reprobation.
Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the Cross of suffering bought me,
Shall such grace be vainly brought me?
Righteous Judge, for sin’s pollution
Grant Thy gift of absolution,
Ere that day of retribution.
Guilty now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning,
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning.
Through the sinful woman shriven,
Through the dying thief forgiven,
Thou to me a hope hast given.
Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
Rescue me from fires undying.
With Thy sheep a place provide me,
From the goats afar divide me,
To Thy right hand do Thou guide me.
When the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me with Thy Saints surrounded.
Low I kneel with heart’s submission,
See, like ashes, my contrition,
Help me in my last condition.
Ah! That day of tears and mourning,
From the dust of earth returning,
Man for judgment must prepare him,
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Oh right? Now it will be our fault? If Barbara Worralson had not told the whole London that she would go shopping next week-end to Cologne with Messa, the rescue team would not be in trouble?
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Of course but we'll go later : after this crucifixion, I'll certainly need of "Eau de Cologne" to erase some "stenches" ...
Oh right? Now it will be our fault? If Barbara Worralson had not told the whole London that she would go shopping next week-end to Cologne with Messa, the rescue team would not be in trouble?
Of course but we'll go later : after this crucifixion, I'll certainly need of "Eau de Cologne" to erase some "stenches" ...
What's so wrong with picking up a few things we need?
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Beer Messa?And if Messa would die to her cross, have a drink for her memory !!!
I'm more of a wine girl!
Barb is more dangerous than you realise...Very soon, dear girl, very soon... how the hell else are we going to get out of this muddle?
Tell me you actually have a plan, Barb?
messaline
Crucified Amazon
You'll drink what you'll want provided that you drink !
If it could be right !
Oh, good. Our fate is in Barb's hands, and Barb is in someone's hands. Not to put too fine a point on it Wraggles, old man, but this is really looking a lot like a rescue I would arrange.Very soon, dear girl, very soon... how the hell else are we going to get out of this muddle?
Would you call yourself a lucky man?
messaline
Crucified Amazon
I hope that she knows to use a gun because I dont want to take a random bullet !!!View attachment 437825 Ummmm ... I thought maybe by showing a little thigh to start?
It looks like a Sten 9mm sub-machine gun - almost impossible to aim with accuracy and the effective range is only 100m so, presumably, she'll be using it at close quarters... Okay, I admit, it's dangerous...I hope that she knows to use a gun because I dont want to take a random bullet !!!
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windar
Teller of Tales
Very soon, dear girl, very soon... how the hell else are we going to get out of this muddle?
I have to say, Wragg, you haven't given me or Algy much to do here. Come on, man, let's make a plan and do something, even if it's just to go to the local brasserie (or brassiere)