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Posted By: Rincewind MoG | Date: 1/27/02 1:54 a.m. | |
In Response To: The Narsh Test (Hamish Sinclair) Curiouser and Curiouser... (Terminal 1)
Feel the Noise (Terminal 2)
...The Nar, who speak entirely in metaphor, call Chicago "the limitless, unforgiving sky; the prison which will forever watch over our graves" in the winter. Too bad it's winter. Jason Sunday, November 5, 1995 M2 Final Screen
Thinking the cargo little more than scrap, the Nar captain sold the Pfhor ship, Leela and all, to a Vylae merchant. The subsequent crash of the Vylae FTL network when Leela was reassembled and reactivated is still legendary in the annals of rampancy, and the Vylae have long since accepted that they will never expunge her from their fifteen-world network. Thing What Kicks. . . (Terminal 1) 5fc2e-log-39c1 Mobile Command Log Re'eer
{ cmd : append } Until now a harmless pastime, my comparative study of Narsh and Pfhoric has driven me to feign my own death to search for greater meaning in the Ranting of Robnar the Nar High Seer. I believe that Robnar was prophetic, and that he foretold of the pfhor garrisoning of Lh'owon, and its possible destruction by those who are about to come here. The particular passage of my fascination was recorded during an Enforcer fourth class interrogation of Robnar after his capture in the battle of Bilky-fifty four. The recording translates roughly into Pfhoric as when one of the broken nest where the yellow trees sing seems like a nebulon to a drinniol, then the wrestling of six for nine things which get you stuff will be a shoot in spring, growing under the bed boards. The classic translation of this prophesy is that Robnar was in fact describing the pain in his left tendrils, which had been crushed, burned, and pounded to produce his testimony. The classic interpretation calls for the "wrestling of six for nine things which get you stuff will be a shoot in spring, growing under the bed boards" to mean roughly 'when six of my nine(there are actually 13) tendrils are ripped from my body and the pain from them is keeping me awake.' This interpretation continues by employing the rare Narsh reverse metaphor, where the first metaphorical composite is actually defined by its successor: (the whole reads) "when six of my nine(there are actually 13) tendrils are ripped from my body and the pain from them is keeping me awake, even though I am alone and among yellow blooded whiners, I will never speak (Although gentle creatures, Drinniol are well known to enjoy crushing nebulons) because I cannot; the pain is too great." As for the rest of my study, it will have to wait because I hear someone coming and I must not be found. By Committee (Terminal 0: 2nd Message)
Congratulations are in order, worm. Two weeks under the painful caresses of the Enforcers and still no progress. Only the Nar have proven more resistant, but they are unintelligent and largely incoherent even before interrogation. You are truly remarkable.
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The Narsh Test | Hamish Sinclair | 1/27/02 12:13 a.m. | |
Re: The Narsh Test | Rincewind MoG | 1/27/02 1:54 a.m. | |
Re: The Narsh Test | Rincewind MoG | 1/27/02 1:56 a.m. | |
Re: The Narsh Test | Hamish Sinclair | 1/27/02 2:48 a.m. | |
Re: The Narsh Test | Rincewind MoG | 1/27/02 2:59 a.m. | |
Re: The Narsh Test | Kanen Faud'r | 1/27/02 3:00 a.m. |
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