Baron deSandersted

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 185 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 108 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 73 d3mon - 55 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 30 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1 holyomgida - 1 Lord Bagel -1

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 185 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 105 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 73 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 29 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1 holyomgida - 1

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 185 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 104 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 73 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 28 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1 holyomgida - 1

Xx Karl xX - 35 onbekende - 35 Kaziocore - 6 Baron deSandersted - 5 Fernando - 3 Theophilos - 2 Dcrews - 1 AlternateTree - 1 THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS I. The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs, They all took a drive in the Park; And they each sang a song, ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! Before they went back in the dark. Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach; Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash; Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch); Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash). Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!And they all sang a song. II. "O Shovely so lovely!" the Poker he sang, "You have perfectly conquered my heart. Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song, I will feed you with cold apple-tart. When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound, You enrapture my life with delight, Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round, And your shape is so slender and bright! Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! Ain't you pleased with my song?" III. "Alas! Mrs. Broom," sighed the Tongs in his song, "Oh! is it because I'm so thin, And my legs are so long,—ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!— That you don't care about me a pin? Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room, Ah! why don't you heed my complaint? Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom, Because you are covered with paint? Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! You are certainly wrong." IV. Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang, "What nonsense you're singing to-day!" Said the Shovel, "I'll certainly hit you a bang!" Said the Broom, "And I'll sweep you away!" So the coachman drove homeward as fast as he could, Perceiving their anger with pain; But they put on the kettle, and little by little They all became happy again. Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! There's an end of my song. Edward Lear

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 184 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 104 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 73 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 27 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1[

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 184 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 103 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 73 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 26 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 184 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 103 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 72 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 25 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

Rain Over Alisaunder The Story of a Nation Chapter Two http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/Castle5.jpg A Scribble Behind The Wall "Will this rain ever cease?" Watkin had begun muttering to himself, during this long and difficult journey. He pulled his oil cloth rain slicker a bit tighter and with a sigh, he carried on. The driving rain carved deep gullies into the dirt roads and the rising mud made their passage nearly impossible. Their convoy had traveled so far and yet they had only crossed the halfway point, to their destination. The ride to Edinburgh was hard. Infrastructure within Alisaunder was in such a state, that there was not a single paved road, in the entire nation. Watkin had heard stories of other nations that utilized paved roads and even self propelled vehicles that traversed effortlessly along wondrous futuristic highways. These vehicles were called automobiles. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/ford-nucleon-atomic-car-thumb.jpg Watkin heard that riders of such vehicles would remain safe and dry from the elements and could endure travel for much longer periods and greater distances. Could such a thing really be true? Watkin yearned for such a day when resources, such as these, could grace his own humble nation. For now, he simply grumbled as he endured the rain, the mud and the smell of the horses. This was not a good day. This long ride seemed to go on forever and had done much to show Watkin that his nation was a backward, primitive and dirty place. The soldiers had long been dispatched to maintain a nearby border. A small armed cavalry escort was all that remained. After two days the storm was still well upon them, showing no signs of stopping. It seemed that there was no place, on person or baggage, that could escape the seeping water of the storm. The rain sought out every pocket, every jacket lining and filled the boots of every rider. It was a long and miserable ride. The blackness of night, once again, had descended upon the convoy and a hasty camp was pitched in a miserable muddy clearing, by the roadside. All through the night far away screams, explosions and gunfire pierced the sound of the driving rain. The beginning stages of anarchy may well have begun. The more of his nation that he saw, the more depressed and discouraged Watkin came to be. In what was to become a habit, he again muttered to himself, "How could I be so cursed, as to become the ruler of this dreadful and terrifying place?" On the beautiful sunlit morning, of the third day, our troop neared their destination. The warm sun did much to dry their soaked clothing and the birds sang a cheery song of welcome. In contrast to the rest of the trip, all finally appeared right with the world. "What a beautiful day", Watkin said to himself. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/OldEdinburghPostcard.jpg Edinburgh is the capital city of Alisaunder. This once great and prosperous city had seemingly fallen into decay. It's streets were littered with all manner of filth and the city walls, with the graffiti of angry dissidents. What a tremendous disappointment, after such a long journey. Watkin grew homesick for his pig farm. Edinburgh was no longer the bright and sparkling city of his youth. It seems that under his uncle's care, the beautiful city of Edinburgh had become a dreary, soiled and despondent place. Hardly what a new visitor would expect, of any capital city. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/edinburghcastleandgrassmarket.jpg As they arrived, the uniformed soldiers and the strange newcomers drew some attention from the city dwellers. Shutters of roadside houses began to open and curious faces stared down, with disapproval, from high windows and rooftops. Suddenly and without warning, the contents of bedpans, rotten vegetables and garbage began to rain down onto the procession, from all directions. Jeers and foul language followed, as the townspeople were obviously displeased with anyone resembling the military or authority in any form. Watkin and the soldiers reigned in their startled horses and set them on a gallop toward the castle. What began as a beautiful morning, was changing rather quickly. In a startling contrast to the city, Edinburgh Castle was truly a beautiful sight. Both the castle and grounds were clean and impeccably maintained. The castle was perched high on a well manicured hilltop, well apart from the stark poverty and unsanitary conditions of the city, below. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/Great_Edinburgh_Castle_photo-1.jpg Edinburgh Castle is an immense stone structure; fortified with many walls and parapets. Watkin found the interior to be beautifully adorned with rich, colorful tapestries, thick carpets and every luxurious appointment and ornamentation that one could ever conceive. The old Baron lived in opulent splendor. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/edinburghcastlenight5.jpg deMorte snapped his fingers and an eager footman took Watkin and his family to a large apartment, deep within the castle. The footman said, "These are to be your quarters", and he took their few bags inside. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/1881424.jpg A large official looking hall, sprawled out before them. It was long and cavernous, like a large tunnel. A monstrously long conference table, with many stiff backed chairs, dominated the room and seemed to stretch onward, toward the rear of the room. At the far end of the long conference table, an immense and richly carved writing desk was perched on a small dias, so that it rose slightly above the level of the table. Someone seated at this desk would look downward onto the conference table and onto anyone entering through that door. Large overstuffed sofas and chairs lined the long walls. Paintings of family members, shields and implements of war hung on every wall. Near the entrance of this room were doors and passageways that led to several bedrooms. On the far end of the long room was a single door, that opened onto to the old Baron's office. The walls and ceilings were covered with ornately carved designs. The wooden paneled walls and wide planked floors were dark, shiny and richly stained. The upholstered sofas and chairs were beautiful, but were so large and overstuffed, as to dwarf anyone that cared to sit. This room was engineered to make the entrant feel both very impressed and extremely small, at the same time. It was built to be room of a negotiator, or an interrogator. "What kind of business might have been conducted here", Watkin thought. The thought of this room's purpose made him very uncomfortable. The new Baron and his beautiful wife, were shown to the largest bedroom and their pretty daughter to another. As the new Baron and his family settled, a rustling sound was heard behind a far wall, of the large bedroom. "Fear not, my dear", Watkin said to his wife, "it is most likely just a rat. All large castles have them". But, the sound did not dissipate. It fact it became louder and if this was the sound of rats, it was certainly a large company of them. Watkin began to investigate and found that the sound was loudest, behind a large bookcase. He placed his ear against the large dusty volumes of books and listened intently. Looking down he noticed worn scratches on the floorboards, as if the entire bookcase were a large swinging door. Watkin grasped one leading edge of the bookcase and began to pull, outward. The rustling sounds suddenly ceased. Behind the bookcase was a little room. In the little room was a little man. This little man stood no more than five feet, in height and was disheveled, in appearance. His hair stood on end and he had not shaved for several days. He looked to have slept in his clothes. The man was drawn, gaunt and pale, as though he had gone without food. He was very agitated. He seemed shocked and embarrassed, at having been found, as he was nervously shuffling papers into little bins. Watkin demanded, "Who are you and what do you mean, by hiding in my family's bedchamber?" Watkin was incredulous, especially when it came to the safety of his family. "My name is Scribble", the man nervously said, "Scribble the Scribe". Watkin asked, "What is this place and why do you hide here?" Scribble replied, "This place is the Baron's own secret room for records and things best kept away from prying eyes. I have been hiding here and in other places, since I misspelled the Baron's name, while inscribing it for The Great Oracle". "The Baron discharged me and told me to leave the grounds. In truth I had no place to go and hid here, when the Baron was away. There are many secret rooms and scraps, from the kitchens, sustained my hunger. Please do not summon the guards, for I mean no harm. The Baron will be furious, to have found me here. It could mean my very life!" Watkin chuckled and calmed the little man, "Be not afraid dear Scribble, for your gentle manner has endeared me to you. The old Baron is dead and I have taken his place. Please know that the guards will not be summoned, for I could most certainly use the friendship of a fellow outsider, in this strange and unfriendly place. As you appear to be hungry, let us go to the kitchens. There we may eat, drink and come to know each other better. Before we go, however, I have some questions. Chiefly, what is this Great Oracle, of which you speak and why does one inscribe things within it?" Scribble held up one finger and disappeared within the little room. He shortly reappeared with an object that looked to be a rectangular tablet of some kind. Though it bore the color and sheen of metal, it was light of weight and looked very fragile; as though if it were dropped to the floor, it might shatter into many pieces. As Scribble pressed a switch, an audible "click" was heard and he opened this tablet, like a book. Inside of the tablet were no leaves, as a book might have, but only two halves like the interior of a clam shell. One interior side bore a shining glass surface while the other half contained rows and rows of square buttons with letters and symbols carved into each. As the tablet opened, a blue light with no flame, winked on at the base of the glass surface. The letters "PWR" were painted onto the surface, near the strange blue light. Watkin gasped and did not know what to think of this object. He had never seen anything like it, before. No doubt, it was powered by some force unknown to him and it's purpose must be equally strange. It gave off a strange hum, like the purr of a cat. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/TheOracle.jpg Watkin shuddered at the sight of the Oracle and said, "What is this thing and how did it come to be in your possession?" Scribble held the Oracle at arms length, to Watkin and said, "This is your property, my master". He continued, "The old Baron was struck with a family illness for many years. As his hands grew more feeble, he required me to write all manner of documents for him. This Oracle sometimes functions as a writing tablet. It is a strange and wondrous tool. It is the greatest secret of your entire nation. Had the old Baron not been ill, I would not have known of it. He forbade me to speak of it to anyone. I dare say that now, you and I are the only persons with knowledge of this thing. The old Baron instructed me, as to how the Oracle may be used. As the new Baron, I will instruct you. Come, my friend, we have much to discuss. http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l67/Baron_deSandersted/Edinburgh1.jpg End of Chapter Two

Dear Friends, Please disregard this accidental double post...

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 182 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 99 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 71 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 Baron deSandersted - 24 MatsuSoul - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

Xx Karl xX - 17 onbekende - 15 Baron deSandersted - 4 Theophilos - 1 Dcrews - 1 AlternateTree - 1 Fernando - 1 "The Voice Of The Lobster" "'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.' As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes. When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound." "I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, How the Owl and the Panter were sharing a pie: The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat, While the Old had the dish as its share of the treat. When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon, Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon: While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl, And concluded the banquet by eating the owl. Lewis Carroll

There was an Old Man in a pew, Whose waistcoat was spotted with blue; But he tore it in pieces, to give to his Nieces, That cheerful Old Man in a pew. Edward Lear

Oops....double post.....disregard

Xx Karl xX - 8 onbekende - 5 Baron deSandersted - 3 Dcrews - 1 AlternateTree - 1 Fernando - 1 There was an Old Person of Chili, Whose conduct was painful and silly; He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears, That imprudent Old Person of Chili. Edward Lear

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 182 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 98 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 71 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 MatsuSoul - 23 Baron deSandersted - 23 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

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Dear Great Lord Xx Karl xX, Reading over the first post in this thread, it appears that there are no rules regarding multiple posts. It seems that you are free to SPAM away. There was a Young Lady of Russia, Who screamed so that no one could hush her; Her screams were extreme,—no one heard such a scream As was screamed by that Lady of Russia. Edward Lear Your Servant,

Xx Karl xX - 2 Baron deSandersted - 2 Dcrews -1 There was an Old Man with a flute,— A "sarpint" ran into his boot! But he played day and night, till the "sarpint" took flight, And avoided that Man with a flute. Edward Lear

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 181 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 96 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 71 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 MatsuSoul - 23 Baron deSandersted - 22 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 181 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 95 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 71 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 MatsuSoul - 23 Baron deSandersted - 21 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 181 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 94 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 71 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 MatsuSoul - 23 Baron deSandersted - 20 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1

Dear Great Lord Xx Karl xX, Yes sir. This thread appears to be very similar to the other. ========================================= Baron deSandersted - 2 Xx Karl xX - 1 Dcrews -1 ========================================= "The Lobster Quadrille" "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance? "You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance -- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance. "What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied. "There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France -- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you joint the dance? Lewis Carroll ========================================= Your Servant,

Dear Great and Glorious IRON Friends, Please forgive me. When I saw that others had made multiple posts, I did likewise. Please know that if this is an infraction of the rules, I will refrain from this practice in the future. Now for my post.... ================================ There was a Young Lady whose chin Resembled the point of a pin; So she had it made sharp, and purchased a harp, And played several tunes with her chin. Edward Lear ================================ Your Servant,

Dear Great and Glorious Lord Xx Karl xX, Though your signature is not animated, it is one of the more interesting banners that I have seen in a long time. My citizens have voted and they rate your signature @ 10/10. Your Devoted Friend,

ABigDeer - 200 Fernando - 181 reign of terror - 116 Xx Karl xX - 93 Theophilos - 78 Kaziocore - 71 d3mon - 54 Hertt - 48 AngelCruzdelaSant - 40 OrangeRush7 - 35 Comrade Bill - 35 MatsuSoul - 23 Baron deSandersted -19 Doctore - 18 Psycogenius - 17 McDaniel - 11 cristoir - 11 Imran - 10 Sordid - 10 Chong a Bong - 8 ZincoX - 8 Kunin - 6 Blaskowicz - 6 KF2001 - 4 Dead and Gone - 4 kazecap0ne - 3 Numendil - 3 Rhizoctonia - 2 Chico - 2 Commander Shepard - 2 eoc90 - 1 Caenwulf - 1 Endirrrr - 1 Alt_Tree - 1 Icewolf - 1 The Sky Dragon - 1