Thou hast dared to enter thy Brotherhood of thee Mutie Slaying Monks? Thy night shalt be long and tormented... |
Press "Flee" if thou is weak and unsure of what may await thee.. Be not shamed or dwell here with haste. Thou shalt be directed to a link to more thy weaker nature.... |
Press "Enter" young rogue and begin thy journey if thee feels strong and brave... Aye, but hear ye this... Commit no acts of villany while in this sacred holy place.... |
Monastery Press 2001 |
Thy Monks hath rocked six years!!! |
Foolish Traveler... Thou hast arrived at a sacred place, far removed from thy chosen path. A place where honor and valor still rule and burns in the hearts of those who dwell in this holy place... Few who walk these paths remain sane...even less return... Reluctantly we welcome thee to our humble Monastery. We invite thee to walk down these dark cold halls and marvel at the works of our holiest scribes... Listen ye with attention and behold the purpose of this, our holy clan: Summoned from the dark passages of time, are these, the most holy members of this Brotherhood. How calm and composed they seem. Yet to have one cross thy path and feel the fear that will fill thy empty soul as thee shalt writhe in agony.. These brothers of spirit, nobility, honor, together form one clan. One which devotes itself to a worthy quest, one in which they hath been deemed worthy. Ah, but these warriors are not all of peace, but of combat with abilities eclipsing any mere mortal. It is this, that is put to use on the most evil of the lower orders who ever drug their knuckles on this place called Earth.. This Monestary holds none other than the Holy Order of the Mutie Slaying Monks. Accept no cheap imitations. Thou shalt be assaulted by only thy finest... I say to thee, vile sloth bag, brain dead dullard and lowly inert field slug... Beware! For thy days number few. May thou have a rancid taste in thy toothless skull should thee have the misfortune of crossing the path of any Monk..... Trust our humble judgements, as ye can only expect thy worst, for surely it is what thy future holds for thy sad and limp existence.. We are Brotherhood Monks. Cross us and thou shalt be hunted... We will seek thee across mighty rivers..We shall hunt thee over mountains... We will find thee hiding.... Thou shalt be found shivering in the darkest hours. We shall celebrate thy untimely doom.... We shall find joy as thy wind howls across thy tombstone. We can be thy greatest allies or thy greatest fears come to life. Befriend or Beware... Thou must now decide thy fate..... |
Seven hidden links are embedded within this site.. Some are single pixels yet some may take all night Feel free to ponder wherest they lie and bring to visual light And stress your little nutsack, which shall shrivel like a blight... |
The enemies of the great Brotherhood would use sites as this attempt shame and humiliate.
Their weak and feeble minds reason that if you are nothing more than imitation,
you elevate your tribe by running down others... By the honor of the great Brotherhood we shall never sink to such levels. The essence of our mission is to join in laughter and jibes in good natured fun. Attacks of a personal nature are better left to others more capable. Wing |
