There was a great battle between the Saracens, Romans and Persians. The Roman Army built a brick outhouse. And in it I looked around. Attila was taking a great big army into the unknown after he finished his closing of this thread. After this thread closed the LHC destroyed the whole universe. And then the Bretons killed Napoleon. The End... of paragraph.

The start of paragraph. This paragraph will be full of sensibly insensible sensibilities guarenteed to satisfy Privateerkev's cravings for spam. But CR spammed too. His yubtsebs of Ra.

Strange fullstop location above CR's head while spamming 'only four words' repeatedly with great enthusiasm. Octopus killed Privateerkev's massive spam with great enthusiasm but they went all night to KJS's house and took a great big piece of chocolate cake with creamy, white yogurt and shoved it into a big, brown hole that was more like the greasy bowels of the undead spotted hamster who thoroughly enjoyed it despite his languid condition and his ugly sister who tended not to bother with makeup, but still was kinda sorta endowed with a hot pizza with pepperonis and delicious, multiple beer cans. Rise of the Capetians is a gripping and sexually enjoyable experience if you happen to be Privateerkev. But Bartix is pooping on CR's story, and enjoying every moment. We should be nicer. So Rhyfelwyr apologised sincerely. And Privateerkev humbly accepted.

But Conan the Breton slaughtered his many enemies with his little finger which he jammed into Richard of Normandy's eye. "My eye!" he cried as he was attacked by a battalion of angry Saxons seeking revenge for having their post ignored. Woe betide the Normans for turning against Flanders.

Privateerkev accidentally added bynames to French generals. There was much rejoicing. Except in Canada where French general bynames rawked. Most notably in Quebec where many were French. But many others were also English. They shoved the French generals into deep, dark wells and slammed the grates shut. And that was how