Marsche, Hobbit, Liche & Trout
and then there's the smallest Turbo Midget
One hit, two hit, three and four and five,
they're so frisky, so alive!!

Trout is my number one,
Always up for catapult fun!!
Always up for kicks and cuddles,
But he is somewhat slow in the battle!!
He stands alone sometimes to think,
From your skull or mine to have a drink

Liche is my number two,
Proud and handsome, I tell you!
He prances like a little pony,
and you know what? That's no baloney!!.
He guards your back from above
and when over a river, sometimes gives me a little shove.

That Fat Hobbit is my number three,
chubby, plump as hobbits should be.
Always cleaning, always cooking
He tries to run but his feet keep sticking.
He keeps on searching for a hand,
to scratch under his collar band.

Turbo Midget is my number four,
Always seeming smaller, more and more.
Loves to snack on lots of munchies,
Mason meat and Mason archer crunchies.
Begging, pleading, day and nights.
"DONT USE BAD RASCIST LANGUAGE OR ILL BAN YOU OUTRIGHT"

Mean old Marsche is my number five,
He jumps, rolls over, takes a dive.
Up my back, All round the fucking map!!,
Swinging his big hammer to squash me flat!!!!
I run and scream, "help me plz" Nobody seems to ever hear me,
With a nasty cackle and a overhead hit, He breaks my skull in one swift hit!

10/10

2/10, not green -IGN

I dont think I've all understood when you say "poney" or "a little shove" ..lel


Next time I want to see "Mighty" with my name.



Anyway, I'm glad to be your number two

I've often compared Liche to a number 2

It's-a me, Trouto, your number one! Woo hoo!

And guess what happen when the numer one fall....



hiéhéiéhé..

Thats actually better than the little song i wrote about ladylootie

As I walked along the road one day
Loading stones into my sling on the way
I saw a monkey of unusual size
Who had a large sword and small, fiendish eyes.

He strutted about and beckoned me in
Then he did the most ominous thing.
He let out a screech and puffed out his chest
I wanted to run from this evil pest.

As this monkeys mighty exterior did appear
The inside of my chest was filled with fear.
He put one armored foot forward, the other one next
This troublesome monkey was making me vexed.

I then did something that was a great chance.
I launched a stone at him to stop his advance.
He then chased me back to my spawning point and cornered back to the wall at swordpoint

I begged for mercy down on my knees, And that Fiendish Monkey did seem mighty pleased!!, he slapped my face and pulled me up, Then put his sword right into my gut

We have our own clan bard

When my guard was down he attacked from behind
With a blow to the head, now I wake up to find
My head on the floor, My arm in the river
While he cuts up my body to dance on my liver

My head goes along, rolling on its own
And a pain when I move that just makes me groan!.
My stomach and its contents have ceased to be friends
And are now parting company via both ends.

I ought to get up but I'm frightened to try,
I just want to lie here and and respawn when i die.
I can't understand how I came to be caught
By those crazy LMB spamming helicopter sorts,
I went to the server, to fight in the war,
As so many others had done before.
Dance if you must!!, but wouldn't it be better?
If we could put down our weapons and dance together!!,
Together we could sing, tootle and prance!
What do you say Mr DeadCanDance!?

What was the lootie song Fool ?

Steelshanks best bard ever.

Record them! Then we can put them on the servers as ambient music!

I do not like left mouse button spam
I do not like It
Shank, i am

I do not like it here or there
I do not like it anywhere
I do not like it by the boats
I would not, could not, spam you know

I will not spam zweihander each day
I do not like that way to play!!!
I do not like to spam noobies
I will not spam at all you see

I do not like spamming while spinning my mouse
This sensitivity will burn my mouse mat out
I do not like your vanguard spam
I do not like it Kana
Shank, i am

LMB Spam, LMB Spam
is that all you f*****understand!?
It takes no skill, it takes no talent
When you do it you seem to think your gallant
You even use it on the noncombatants!!
You spam to hell while being silent, all the while your acting violent!!!

I do not like it here or there
I do not like it anywhere
I do not like left mouse button spam
I do not like It
Shank, i am

To be honest, Kana spams overhead drags and stab combos, which annoys me way more than LMB spam!

Absulutly not, Kana drag only his lmb, he can't drag something else with his poor third p

I use third person and I'm better than you, NUB! Also third person is way better if you drag like a maniac, a.k.a. Kana

I miss the times when you were all here
striving to show no fear ...
To hold my head up high and strong
And sing happy poems and songs ..

I miss the way you chased after me
As if I were too blind to see
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe
But all goes well if you just have faith

I miss the sound of your sweet battlecry
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
With Farmers wisdom my ears rang right from wrong ..

A caring person, you were such
That helped and hurt me, oh so much
You'd guide and mislead me through the battle
Be my friend one moment then foe at next

Over things like that I have no control
A rock set in motion will continue to roll
No matter how hard you laughed at me
You were always pushed and forced to leave

Then one day you spawned next to me
My tears so hot they almost burned
Aware now about what I lack
But crying and mourning wont bring you back

For me to let out what I need to say
I can't do much more than pray
No longer am I weak, my hearts quite strong
From adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song!!

Oh Farmer Farmer hear my cry!
Wont you come back and help my enemies die!!
With one swift glance you can turn them all!
To help us all conquer all!!

All Praise to the Farmer!!

Steelshanks, do you still have the poem you write about me? It was too good and I don' think I had it screenshot. D:

I Still have one poem about you lovely Bucket, I think good old Marsche took screen gumps of the other one ..

Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bucket!!!
Full of love for all
Bucket!!!!
How can you fall and die?
How can the bucket that was so full
Suddenly be so empty?
Bucket!!

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.

Bucket!!!
Full of love for all ...
Bucket!!!!
how can you be so empty!!!
How canthat bucket that was so full
Suddenly be so empty?
Bucket!!!

Bucket!!!
Full of love for all!!
Bucket!!!
how can you close and fail?
How can the Bucket that was so full
Suddenly be so empty?
Bucket!!

You alone Bucket can make me seem alright!!
Help me make the mischief in chivalry tonight!!![/i]

I was sat in the river
counting my legs
and scrubbing my naughty bits
soaping my torso
my bum even more so
and sponging my hairy armpits.

With legs fully lathered
the soapy suds gathered
as froth upon my head
I toyed with a loofah
my quarterstaff too, for
I love a bath play before bed.

The fun was soon finished
excitement diminished
as I was dragged out of the water
by Masons quite forcefull, whose patience was finally strained
as I bathed by the lake
My body they did shake, Their bloodlust to sake,
with my bones that did brake, and gave me a head-ache

Endless footsteps along the ground
The grieving players that were here cannot be found
The dark clouds come and hide the crying sky
Amid those timeworn, lonely echoes of goodbye

A fine bunch were here, But now they are gone
Time is late, The clocked has moved on
Could it be that something has gone wrong!?
A mistake--An error on the server i think...
Left alone on the server, alone to think ...

The Server crashed, And now all have gone to bed
I cry to myself, my hands on my head ...
These tears on my face reveal all my pain
Of playing Sneaky Monkeys server on nightshift alone again ..

A good man joins session, with a mighty shout!!
He says "STEELSHANKS" don't cry, For i am about!!
Be it two AM or three, He is bothered not!!
Always comes to keep me company, what a good sort!!
With a Yo-Ho-Ho!! He brandishes his sword,
Takes a stand and thrust it onwards!!
Any Fool who gets in his way!!
His name Cam ...

Poem Of Sneeky

Over there, In the bush
Watching your every move
Awaiting for you to feint & fail
He'll pounce over the rail

Eyeing up your every step
Snickering upon his lips
Once he sees he has a chance
he'll break out with a shout and start to dance!

Lo, an behold the watcher is he
No one knows from whence he came
Once he thinks you surely failed
He'll swear to do it again

Sitting in the corners
Awaiting for you to subside
Once he thinks you are gone
He will no longer hide

He's watching your every move ..
Awaiting to attack
That Sneeky is so smart!
When he stabs you in the back

Liche was bonking a wench
In the kitchen one night, on a bench
And when he was through
Liche asked "was that good for you?"
She replied "Yes, except for your stench!"

Fool, what song did you write about me? D:

Come on, the first and only time i've seen the word "quaint" was in your reaction It was on Stoneshill, I was a Agathian knight protecting the gate !

Under her helmet, We wonder what secret lies.
She ain't cute or built to a model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies!
I say,
It's in the reach of her arms
The span of her hips,
The stride of her step,
The disdain of her lip.
I hear strange screams!
What could it be!?
We shall soon see!!

I rush into the gate
To investigate,
Good lads like she is going to emasculate!!!
I myself have wondered
What in her they see!.
They try so much
But they can't touch
Her inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
She is a devil women!!
Why cant they see!!!
Pussy whipping men, is what she does best,
The thought makes me quite stressed!

And to a man, its bad,
When she starts to sing
With my quarterstaff,
I shall soon laugh,
when i brake her back
With a mighty crack!
All those good men i see, most all down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
To hit and to hurt
My blood soon to spurt

What hope for me or for you?
What's left for us to do?
You made those lads fall to bits,
But this -- but this is for you.
So help me by Farmer, it's true!
You feminize men through and through! . . .
I hate you lootie i do!!!

You are quite talented !

I feel so very honoured Steel <3

Song Of Bucket Link ---> Here




Person to recognize the backtrack i stole gets a prize

Noddy, the little toy with the red and yellow car

HAHA NO WAY THATS AMAZING MATE

Holy shit dude

I would pay for more like this!

On the other hand... i have to find out who is SteeleShanks.

Silver Pennies only

Full name: Ser Kana Of KANA

Known as: Kana

Rank: High Guard

Faction: Agatha

Appearance: Before you stands a man who most would describe as tall but not ridiculously so, his long sext kicjs wildly over his shoulder before slipping into a casual, if scruffy knot toward the end.

His chest is broad and heavily built, befitting a man of his stature and size but his features are pleasant and fused with a kindly glow that almost betrays an otherwise intimidating exterior.

His eyes are fierce and cautious upon first glance but strangely alluring on closer inspection, however despite his best attempts to draw attention elsewhere, a noticeable scar slithers down from the corner of his eye to the middle of his left cheek, this scar is difficult to look at for any length of time, apparently once a great source of pain, you could consider yourself a member of his inner circle if the secret behind such a disfiguring injury was imparted to you.

His platemail arms are kept very clean and free of dents and scrapes, although despite this they appear like any other well-made pieces of armour, apart from the military stripes emblazoned upon his right shoulder, the stripes do of course indicate the rank of High Guard, a rank this individual regards as one of his greatest achievements.

Held tightly within his grasp is a massive Zweihander, an assortment of nicks and scratches run along the handle, almost tally like in their regularity. This is a weapon he has become famous for, many hardened warriors have fallen to such a dangerous piece of equipment; something he takes great pride but also perhaps a hint of sorrow in.

Work-description: As a Highguard of Agatha, Kana's job requires that he must juggle the demands of a garrison, with the diplomacy of a leader in the on going civil war.

While the mundane drilling and patrol routines are dealt with by the Sergeants and Corporals, Kana finds himself dealing with far less substantial work, satisfying the Lions morale, monitoring progress and maintaining a army that constantly finds itself called upon to fight for its home.

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There were others done, But not AS important as these three obviously!

Why doesn't Matt have eyes ? ^^

Matt is blind!

Absolutely beautiful Thanks a lot!

Where the heck am I

These are glorious.

More fun bits may come soon Alex. You know, If i dont forget or die or something

So, Its time to issue each SM member and some trusted people with their own theme tunes, Obviously .. Only i am capable of doing such a thing!

So here we go!

Monkeyfiend

Marsche

The Malefic Trout

Bucket well ... not quite his theme tune ... but still a song about him ..


Another three tonight!

Already beat you to that one many years ago:

http://monkeyfiend.com