Knights of the Kleenex Box

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

We have come together to forge a solemn bond among us, for the gravity of the situation is too great for one to bear alone.

A great evil invades the land spreading corruption wherever it goes. The only thing that can stop it is the ancient artifact of light and goodness.

We come together to pledge, one to another to find the Kleenex Box of Destiny and save the land!
Who's with me?!

I, Sir Jake of the Awesome, shall pledge mine worth to thee! On the hand of the other, that dost not mean I shall always follow thee. Prepareth to meet challenge after challenge as we go forth on this dangerous trek.

~ Lady Daquiri of the Kleenex Box

I shall aid thee in thy perilous task, Sir Jake! I solemnly swear to forever bear the responsibilities of a Knight of The Kleenex Box, and striveth to bring peace and prosperity to this land. :3 Speaking of which, what is this land we speaketh of? Camp Half-Blood?

[BTW, I have no idea how to use the 'eth'! Do I just tack it onto the end of every verb in the sentence? =P]

((Sounds good to me!))

Verily! Three is a strong power indeed to fight the evil! Liketh a House!

And... I don't know which land, actually.... but we shall bravely save all the lands!

(Technically, it only goes on the present third person, but we're being stupid, so it doesn't matter. XD)

What ho, I thoughteth thou wast posting in the Theatre of Amph!

I'm going crazy. Estelle's like, whatre these people?

Ah, I believe Sir Jake shall posteth a topic in the amphitheater soon enough, Lady Ceru. And yes, Sir Jake. Liketh a house. XD

I hath always wondered, what ever dost 'Sticky' meaneth?

The term "Sticky" meaneth that the topic shall forever stay at the top of the page, never to be bogged down by new, more popular topics.

And truely, I had not gotten to posting in the theatre, for I was distracted by thy chatbox.

Here ye all from the land of Ooh!

I Prince Andrew cometh upon you to join your mighty war council! Any evil fiend that rises up agains I shall behead their heads and feedeth it to an evil beast!

(Going with Adventure Time with this, lol.)

Sir Andrew, is it possible to beheadeth heads? I do believe, by the shield, that thou can only beheadeth a body.

Thou shain't judgeship me, for I am not but a Prince and Warrior but a wizard. Why I am greater than Merlin! Or even Gandalf the White!!! Espelliomus!

Thou art a prince, warrior, and a wizard! Verily, I would call thee Gary Stu if I did not know the truth of thy statement!

But thy art not a dictionary, nor a thesaurus, and thus art still incorrect with beheading a head. However, since thou art a Prince, we shall excuse such an oversight.

But with magic thou can doeth anything! Even controlleth time itself!!

Time hast nothing ado upon this current topic of yore, and thee wouldst do well to remember that, thy Lordship.

I condor will assist in the finding of this rare box of Kleenex. (and portably steal it and sell it for ransom eth)

I, Lady Destiny Grimm, be inclined to inquire of thee, the knights.

Why dost thou assemble a pack of knights to acquire mine Kleenex Box?

Verily, our Order seeks thy Kleenex box to save the world, for it was foretold of old. (Or something. We still aren't sure which world, or how. XD)

Pray tell me, doest thou possess this mystical Kleenex box presently?

JAAAAAAKE YOU'RE FINALLY POSTING AGAIN

Welcome to our knighthood! Although, if I were thee, Sir Condor, I wouldst not admit to planning such scandalous deeds. Nevertheless we shalt take note, fellow knights, to keepeth Sir Condor under close watch if we were to findeth the divine box.

 Greetings, Lady Destiny! As for thy question...*points accusingly at Sir Jake* It's his fault!

 [Edit: Oh, I noticed not that Sir Jake hath answered thy question already, Lady Destiny. Oh well.]

(Derp he never admited it the ( ) were around it I was posting on A ipad so it made it hard to get a *)

Sir condor sat down and ate a crompit (i have no idea how to spell that) He then pointed at jake and said *BETRAYAL*

*clears throat* Bely that, Lady Feline, I dost believe 'twas mine idea that started our perilous trek for this magnificent rectangle of soft white linen.

And Sir Conner, the word thou beest trying to spell is "crumpet."

My apologies, Lady Ceruby. ^_^" But perhaps it wouldst be better to blame Sir Jake in case this endeavor goes south, would it not?


[Derp my bad Condor. ]

By the sword, what a wonderful suggestion, Lady Feline! Verily, every soul may rest knowing 'twas Sir Jake that proposed this perilous bondship.