Meanwhile in ye olde medieval Yea Forums...
Meanwhile in ye olde medieval Yea Forums
Blake Young
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Asher Evans
Twas the Summer of 1292 when le Lord Nash twas rapethed by a Moor
Xavier Martinez
"Pope John XXII never drew a ding-dong diddly ducat" -Emperor Louis IV
Luis Kelly
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Just squashed an English stable with my lads
Julian Reyes
Does art thou seetheth
Noah Fisher
Here ye!
Sir Paul of Levesque truly art the king of kings!
Here ye!
Bow down, Bow down to thine king!
Samuel Jones
Thou shall not watch gladiatorial fake fights tonight.
Kevin Murphy
DO ART THOU ASCEND TALL IN STATURE?
DOTH LIFT WEIGHT?
BATHE UNDER RUNNING WATERS?
AND SEEK THE PLEASURES OF COITUS?
Hudson Myers
Cringeth
Easton Peterson
Make the switch to Heian Japan
Jeremiah Brooks
God willed it
Mason Gonzalez
LAYETH THE SMACKETH DOWN ON ALL THY GYNGER BREDE ARSES
Liam Scott
Art thou vexed?
Ryder Sullivan
I wouldst not alloweth this thread kicketh the bucket. Timeth to returneth to page 1
Dylan Jenkins
Art thou joyous Ric Flair hath won his sixth world championship
Michael Parker
Keak
Isaac Turner
Our feudal Lord doth maketh me cringeth but his wife got dem tiddies doe
Anthony Stewart
has thou heardst? his spawn have layeth with a mongrel from lands afar
Sebastian Williams
Porter seetheth
Blake Anderson
Is it a demonic affliction clouding the mind?
Wyatt Lee
Alas, twas almost a fortnight ago when Lord Hemsley and degenerates of Xcalibur rode in on majestic steeds and chariots, proclaiming victory in the battle of Hastings.
Landon Ortiz
Ding-Dong Diddlyon high.
Robert Cooper
IT'S TIME TO LAY THE HIDES
Jacob Parker
Seeketh sunlight
Jason Nguyen
base
Thomas Jones
Niggeth those were mules
Colton Gomez
king john drew less groats than judas himself
Juan Phillips
Thou hath been rused and agitated until enragement. Seeketh the light of the sun, forthwith, o ye of diminutive stature.
Benjamin Mitchell
How many horses shall ye betteth on thine maidens main event for thine mania of wrestling?
Seven?
Nine?
By the divine light I may bet mine stable of a dozen
Anthony Perry
Can't believe Sir Reginald FitzUrse actually killed Archbishop Becket. Nothing good will come from that family.
Christopher Brooks
based
Carson Martin
>Niggeth
Nathaniel Hill
They era shalt never be as good as when Stone Cold Godfrey was champion of the Holy Land in the Deus Vult era
Logan Price
Doth finish does not work for me, bretheren
Owen Miller
lads how do we stop TURKISH BULLS?
Joshua Turner
They art fools of little faith in the Lord, knowing only Baphomet. When their tyme on this plane hath completed, they shalt not enjoy nary a thynge.
Liam Jackson
you tell me
Elijah Murphy
That which hath been foretold shall no longer be. Pray continue to donate 11.99 farthings per lunar cycle - Soothsayer Meltzer
Austin Butler
Giveth me what i wanteth hunteth'r
Eli Lopez
mmmm french cavalry thou should
not meddle in those
Jacob Bailey
wolfecuckold seetheth
Juan Brown
Wouldst thee sucketh a logeth of poo out of alexa bliss rampallian?
Adrian Robinson
I declare yond in the swelt'ring summ'r of the 992 yond kevin nash wast sexually assault'd by a packeth of did escape negroes
Hudson Butler
mmmm turkish raiders and bombardiers you wont wanna mess with them!
Ethan Torres
How awesome is he in his own head?
Liam Long
Time for frivolities hath ended, sit yeselves down and quieten thine chatter! For later on this eve, there shall be a duel for the team honours 'tween the Acolytes and the knaves Xpac and Kane, verily verily, it matters not. As I proclaim! On the day of the Sun, at the festival of Summertide, the victor of the duel shall bear arms 'gainst mine! Seeking to test mine companion, I sought to challenge his mettle. I commanded Paul Bearer to send pigeons to our comrades at ye Local den of 81 Outlaws - Paul doth sayeth we shall require two steeds for a ride int' the desert. The squire replied 'Brother Paul, know'st we do that the Dead Man can handle such! Forsooth, we harbour doubt t'wards the Big Show! For in the month o'August, the temperature rises to 120 weights of heat in the midst of the Valley of Death!' He sayeth 'The only creatures that survive in the desert art the cold-blooded...the crooked serpents that crawl!' Paul sayeth 'Forbear thine doubts, and for the steed of the Big Show ye shall only pack nuff feed to last til the middle of the desert and nary enuff to travel back!'
So we set off - we arrive int' the midst of the Valley of Death - 120 weights of heat, the steed of the Big Show hath collaps'd. I doth draw my steed next to him and query him thus: 'The heat doth rise to 120 weights, howst will thou survive?' He doth stareth me strait int' mine eyes, with no lapse, he sayeth 'I shall wait til ye fall aslumber, then I shall plunge mine blade in 'tweenst yon back, carve thine flesh, craft mineself a coat, and I shall eat THINE flesh til I find provisions!' I sayeth 'Bravo ye giant! But I doth slumber not a wink!' afore I ride off and abandon him. Thus I wait ont' far reach of the desert. Two days doth pass, he emerges with a tabard and boots made from serpent skin, carrying his Harleth-Davidsons steed on his shoulder. The moral of mine tale be thus! The festival of Summertide shall now be knownst as Armageddon! The foolish who partake...will be hurt!
Carter Diaz
Holy fuckin based
Zachary Foster
I deem thou's tale to be truly based
Jose Scott
Now we shall wait for ye wolfecuck to shout about the dead Spaniard.