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  1. Goodwood

    Goodwood Jedi Master star 5

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    Are you much of a video gamer? If so, have you played any Star Wars games?
     
  2. Viridian-Maiden

    Viridian-Maiden Jedi Master star 1

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    Hello All! The last two days got really busy, so I've neglected keeping up but I think it's my last day to answer so I'll try to get to everything. It's been fun getting to know everyone.

    1. A datapad. Mostly for entertainment value. 2. A military-grade droid which I would then re-program to hunt/prepare food. (Being the lazy cook that I am...) Or maybe I would do the hunting and it would prepare the food. 3. Probably something that reminds me of nice times in my life. Like a holocube.

    Are there other people on the planet? Because I assumed it was more empty than anything, but if there are tribes then a protocol droid might be a good trade instead of a droid that prepares food. Or can protocol droids prepare food?

    Only as a listener/observer. I've been to a few concerts/musical parties here and there for traditional styles. Of course there are the sortof modern classics that you must take seriously, like Um Kulthoum or Fayrouz (of the two I personally prefer Fayrouz.) I've listened to a fair amount of pop, because as a language learner I think it's one of the best ways to get the sounds and rhythms engrained in your head. Of popstars Amr Diab is the biggest, but there's also Ray (a style of North African music) and the Lebanese pop singers like Nancy Ajram who I quite like. I don't speak Turkish but I've been known to play Tarkan - the album of his I picked up at the Istanbul airport in 2010 was golden. I think it was new at that point. And as far as Iranian music....Iranians have some great classical music - they're such poets at heart - but I admit to not having listened much. I stick to Benyamin Bahadory there because I can actually grasp the lyrics. But I told that to a teacher once and she got very condescending about it because it is, once again, pop music.

    And it's not really music, but I love Qur'anic recitation. If it's a qari' (reciter) like 'Abd al-Basit, and you're sitting in a taxicab with the windows rolled down as traffic inches it's way along the road next to the Nile... there are very few situations or sounds more soothing.

    Hmm...well, I was sortof a fan of Defiance this summer, and I could see the Irathients or the Castithans fitting really well in Star Wars. I'm obviously gravitating towards the more humanoid than less...I guess any of the species could fit well.

    I am a gamer, though I would say a more moderate one. The only Star Wars game I've played is Lego Star Wars -- which really was pure genius. Which ones should I play? I currently only have a Nintendo so those are the ones I play and for the time being I will always go that route because I'm a total Zelda fan. I loved the Mario Galaxy series (any Marios, really...), Donkey Kong, Lego games, etc. I also played all the Myst series. I've played Portal. I'm hoping I can maybe inherit my brother's 360 when he gets the new Xbox, so then I'll be able to branch out a little into other series. People keep telling me to play Assassin's Creed.
     
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  3. Goodwood

    Goodwood Jedi Master star 5

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    You can't go wrong with the two Knights of the Old Republic games! They're pretty old so you ought to be able to play them on whatever computer you have.

    Are you a laptop person or do you use a desktop computer?
     
  4. Viridian-Maiden

    Viridian-Maiden Jedi Master star 1

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    Currently on a newer laptop. :)
     
  5. Findswoman

    Findswoman Fanfic and Pancakes and Waffles Mod (in Pink) star 5 Staff Member Manager

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    The Myst series and the Zelda series! Those are some of my old favorites, too. Any favorites within both those series?
     
  6. Viridian-Maiden

    Viridian-Maiden Jedi Master star 1

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    Well, one has to love all the games in the Zelda series, but I would have to say that Twilight Princess has been my favorite. I really enjoyed the Wii's motion sensor sword action, I found it very intuitive actually and I loved some of the more steampunk elements. I also loved additions like interpreting one of the ice castles as a Yeti's house and the world felt very expansive to me. Skyward Sword was good in some ways, but bugged me in others. I don't love the format of ones like that and Windwaker where you have to fly/sail to get places and SS was also very short to play. But again I did like the steampunk elements to it, particularly in the desert when the crystals sent you back in time and turned on the electricity. I found the motion sensor controls in Skyward Sword too sensitive, though. I don't mind waving my arms around, but it's too hard when I have to really pay attention to the opponent so I can counter in a specific way. Loved Ocarina of Time of course, but I need to go back and play it again. It's been forever. I actually just picked up Majora's Mask for the first time this week.

    As far as Myst goes, I've loved all of them but I liked 2 and 3 the best. I can't remember any of their names, but I loved the world with the giant rolling marble puzzle and I really liked the biotech-ish world in 3. I enjoyed 4 a lot too even though the last world was slightly different.
     
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  7. Gamiel

    Gamiel Chosen One star 9

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    What would you want to see more of in SW?
     
  8. mavjade

    mavjade Former Manager star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Thank you Viridian for answering! Please feel free to answer any remaining questions.

    Our next subject of FFAMA is... AzureAngel2
     
  9. NYCitygurl

    NYCitygurl Manager Emeritus star 9 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

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    Hello, lovely lady [:D]

    I'm going to go with: How did you find your way to the JC?
     
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  10. Goodwood

    Goodwood Jedi Master star 5

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    My obligatory question: in what language do you dream?
     
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  11. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    And mine: in what languages do you write?
     
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  12. Kahara

    Kahara FFoF Hostess Extraordinaire star 4 VIP - Game Host

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    What were your favorite books (or movies, TV shows, etc.) when you were growing up?
     
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  13. Gamiel

    Gamiel Chosen One star 9

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    Were are you from and were do you live?
     
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  14. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    AzureAngel2 [face_dancing] [face_dancing] Do you paint in oils, water colors, or both, and did you go to formal training, or are you self-taught? :cool:
     
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  15. skygawker

    skygawker Jedi Knight star 3

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    How did you get into the world of fanfiction?
     
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  16. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    Your OCs are so complex and layered. What is your process for developing them?
     
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  17. JadeLotus

    JadeLotus Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    What do you want to see in Episode VII?
     
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  18. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Chosen One star 6

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    Oh, hello everybody. I feel honoured to be chosen by mavjade and others to answer the questions of fellow fine fanfic authors and/ or curious fanfic readers.

    I was not able to be on-line any sooner. Since I last updated my fanfic "Human heritage" I have been exploring some of the wonderful Christmas market´s that the city of Berlin offers. My husband DarthUncle went with me. Yesterday we meet up with Chilla and today we had a fine day with a childhood friend of mine.

    Now I better hurry up to catch up to answer your questions instead of telling you how exciting it was to meet the German voice actor of Luke Skywalker AND his gorgeous wife in person on Thursday around 11:00 am. I can share my excitement with all of you later on.

    The last question first:

    My head is a crazy place. It is something between "Sesamestreet" and the mind palace that Hannibal (Lecter) built. Hm, perhaps it is as chaotic as the Disk Word that Terry Prachett writes about. Some times ideas pop out of it like little turtle eggs. Each of those turtles has its own dynamic and mind. This is how writing for me works.

    You should be present when I pack my luggage for a journey. It is total chaos for a while and when my husband dares to have a look again it is all neatly packed inside. And each time this happens he has no clue how I fitted everything into just one suitcase and one backpack.



    Once upon the time there was a long cue for a university printer. That was a common state of horror for the students of the University of Hildesheim. While others were totally bored or angry, I looked around for something interesting to read. Because I love reading.

    Et voilá, there was a movie magazine. With an article about the new SW film, thus being RotS at that time. Happy, I began to read.

    Soon I stumbled over an internet forum for SW fans being mentioned: www.theforce.net.

    Curious and a bit lonely (for most of my university pals were just into LotR), I went on-line and gave myself an account.

    The rest is history.

    Like my marriage to a Dutch man called DarthUncle.

    Or my various friendships with other members of the Benelux Fan Force & the German Speaking Fan Force General. And having found other cool friends here on the boards and even two talented betas the past years.







    Dear Goodwood, that is a difficult one. Being trilingual, for I started with English at grammar school and learned Dutch from summer 2005 on, I actually have dreamt in all three languages the past years.





    All in all I am found of languages, but I can only speak 3 properly and 3 other ones poorly. Most languages just interest me. Like Japanese in which I suspect Chilla to be fluent by now. [​IMG]

    I started writing stuff with my best German childhood friend. In German of course. Long before the Thrawn trilogy was written, we had come up with our own version of SW. (For example: Han and Leia had three kiddos: Force sensitive twins and a computer freak.) Those hand-written manuscript pages "drowned" during my university time, because they were in a box and that cellar got flooded. What survived was the character that used to be the mom of Luke & Leia.

    Since the age of 12 I have loved the English language. I like to read English books, listen to English songs and I am very fond of English movies plus English TV series. This is why I became an English teacher for elementary-, primary- & secondary school kids. A fact that SWpants does not see clearly when she sorts out my gibberish or better so speak: my manuscript. When I am in the flow of writing, I kick of grammar rules and my knowledge how to write a word. [face_blush]

    Dutch is also a nice language. I can read Dutch books easily and love some Dutch music artists & bands, such as Blof or Herman Van Veen. I seldom write in Dutch though. If I would be ever forced to write a fanfic in Dutch, I would ask the (early)bird to be my beta.

    I am extremely found of the Gaelic languages, this is why my story around Grianán and Lucien contains so many Irish Gaelic and Scottish Gaelic words. See, my former AuPair mother was a daughter of one of the founders of the Gaelic League in Ireland. This is why I know some Irish & use sentences with the help of my clever dictionaries. And I adore the Scottish band Runrig, which is why I try to sing some of their Gaelic songs. But I really cannot speak or write the actual language. I am just a parrot.


    My parents are both refugees from the once German province of Silesia, but I do not know any "Wasserpolnisch" (= the dialect that was once spoken by the Germans in Silesia). And my mother, who was made a stranger in a place she once called home, certainly did not teach me any "Hochpolnisch" (= the Polish that is spoken in schools, used by politicians, blah...). She was happy to slip through the Iron Curtain at the middle of the fifties.

    Once I had three evening courses in Swedish, but I forgot 95% of what I learned because I really never used it and my teacher was a French woman who did most classes in German. Which did not help to learn Swedish at all.[​IMG]

    I also like the French language, especially the great chanson singers like Charles Aznavour, Edit Piaf and Jacques Brel.

    Hm, reflecting on it, I thought it clever to use Latin and Greek for my fanfic as well. But my Latin is poor and I never had ancient Greek at school. Just spend a double lesson of Greek at my grammar school once. In a tiny room right under the roof. A room in which since 1885 NOBODY ever dusted. Cough!



    Phew, that is difficult to say, because I can turn my head to many things and soak everything in like a little sponge. RotJ, of course. I was 7 years old when my love affair with Darth Vader began. And GL also made me fall in love with Jareth, the goblin king in "Labyrinth".

    Living close at the boarder of Socialistic Germany (DDR), I loved watching Czech and Russian fairy tales.

    I adored "The Last Unicorn" and the original "Battle of the Titans" movie.

    Oh and the BBC series "Robin of Sherwood" started my yearning for Celtic music, legends, traditions and religion.

    Books, wow, do not start me on that. That would take a life time to write everything down. I am into fairy tales, fantasy, SF, thrillers, historical books and many more.



    I was born in Braunschweig/ Germany. The old medieval name of my beloved city of birth is Brunswick. To grow up in a city with medieval flair and (re-built) buildings (due to the bomb attacks of WW2) made me love history. Because the National Park "Harz Mountains" is nearby and my parents are members of a ski club, I learned "Langlauf" (= cross country skiing) with just 2 years of age & became a nature lover. Which is also easy, because my parents are also members of an allotment club. So I simply love gardening and plants.

    At present I live in Berlin with my Dutch husband, DarthUncle.



    The bird does oils. I cannot stand the smell of it. It also takes to long to try and makes such a mess. Especially for a person that forgets about the brush here and there and uses fingers.

    I love acrylic colours and water colours.

    And now something that just a couple of people know: during my university teacher studies I chose for German, English and Catholic Education. But during my third term something happened to a friend of mine. The two of us had been together at the college for kindergarten teachers. She was severely punished for an act of whistle blowing. I stopped all my courses altogether and changed to Art Education.

    In principal I was taught some stuff, but the rest is more self-taught. AND most important: inspired by DarthUncle and meant as a method to relax now & then.


    Because DarthUncle made me go on-line with my ideas. And it was the bird who encouraged me to write more stories.

    I also know people who write themselves: Chilla, MsLanna/ Etain, Ceillean...

    Which gives me more encouragement!!!


    Anyway, it is 1:41am in Germany now and I must get up at 7:00am. See you all again when I am back from work and it is evening for me.

    BUT one more thing: it is nice to be visited at one´s working place by an idol of your SW childhood and to be given presents. :)
     
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  19. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Chosen One star 8

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    Let's talk chocolate! [face_dancing] Do you like cookies, pies, or cakes with chocolate most, or all of the above? =P~
     
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  20. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Chosen One star 6

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    LUKE! [face_love] And Mara Jade, but I bet Disney will not make that happen. Nor will I see the Solo twins and their baby brother. Thrawn also would have been great.
     
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  21. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Chosen One star 6

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    Before I definitely go to bed let me confess: I am a chocolate addict. I fear that happens when you are working in education. It is healthier than smoking though.
     
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  22. Kahara

    Kahara FFoF Hostess Extraordinaire star 4 VIP - Game Host

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    I like that band too! :) What songs do you like best? I'm really fond of "Running to the Light" and "An Toll Dubh."
     
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  23. Gamiel

    Gamiel Chosen One star 9

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    What comics do you read?
    Brunswick... were have I heard that name [face_thinking]

    Aha:

    ;I.
    Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
    By famous Hanover city;
    The river Weser, deep and wide,
    Washes its wall on the southern side
    A pleasanter spot you never spied;
    But when begins my ditty,
    Almost five hundred years ago,
    To see the townsfolk suffer so
    From vermin, was a pity.

    ;II.
    Rats!
    They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
    And bit the babies in the cradles,
    And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
    And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles.
    Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
    Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
    And even spoiled the women's chats
    By drowning their speaking
    With shrieking and squeaking
    In fifty different sharps and flats.

    ;III.
    At last the people in a body
    To the town hall came flocking:
    "'Tis clear," cried they, "our mayor's a noddy;
    And as for our corporation—shocking
    To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
    For dolts that can't or won't determine
    What's best to rid us of our vermin!
    You hope, because you're old and obese,
    To find in the furry civic robe ease?
    Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
    To find the remedy we're lacking,
    Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
    At this the Mayor and Corporation
    Quaked with a mighty consternation.

    ;IV.
    An hour they sat in council;
    At length the Mayor broke silence
    "For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell;
    I wish I were a mile hence!
    It's easy to bid one rack one's brain—
    I'm sure my poor head aches again,
    I've scratched it so, and all in vain.
    Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"
    Just as he said this, what should hap
    At the chamber door but a gentle tap?
    "Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that?"
    (With the Corporation as he sat
    Looking little though wondrous fat;
    Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister
    Than a too-long-opened oyster,
    Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous
    For a plate of turtle green and glutinous)
    "Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?
    Anything like the sound of a rat
    Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!"

    ;V.
    "Come in!"—the mayor cried, looking bigger:
    And in did come the strangest figure!
    His queer long coat from heel to head
    Was half of yellow and half of red,
    And he himself was tall and thin,
    With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,
    And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin,
    No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,
    But lips where smiles went out and in;
    There was no guessing his kith and kin:
    And nobody could enough admire
    The tall man and his quaint attire.
    Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire,
    Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone,
    Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"

    ;VI.
    He advanced to the council table:
    And, "Please your honors," said he, "I'm able,
    By means of a secret charm, to draw
    All creatures living beneath the sun,
    That creep or swim or fly or run,
    After me so as you never saw!
    And I chiefly use my charm
    On creatures that do people harm,
    The mole and toad and newt and viper;
    And people call me the Pied Piper."
    (And here they noticed round his neck
    A scarf of red and yellow stripe,
    To match with his coat of the selfsame check;
    And at the scarf's end hung a pipe;
    And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying
    As if impatient to be playing
    Upon this pipe, as low it dangled
    Over his vesture so old-fangled.)
    "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am,
    In Tartary I freed the Cham,
    Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats;
    I eased in Asia the Nizam
    Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats:
    And as for what your brain bewilders,
    If I can rid your town of rats
    Will you give me a thousand guilders?"
    "One? fifty thousand!"—was the exclamation
    Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.

    ;VII
    Into the street the Piper stepped
    Smiling first a little smile,
    As if he knew what magic slept
    In his quiet pipe the while;
    Then, like a musical adept,
    To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
    And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled,
    Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled;
    And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered,
    You heard as if an army muttered;
    And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
    And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling;
    And out of the houses the rats came tumbling.
    Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
    Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats,
    Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
    Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
    Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
    Families by tens and dozens,
    Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—
    Followed the piper for their lives.
    From street to street he piped advancing,
    And step for step they followed dancing,
    Until they came to the river Weser,
    Wherein all plunged and perished!
    —Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar,
    Swam across and lived to carry
    (As he, the manuscript he cherished)
    To Rat-land home his commentary:
    Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe,
    I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,
    And putting apples, wondrous ripe,
    Into a cider-press's gripe:
    And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards,
    And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards,
    And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks,
    And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks:
    And it seemed as if a voice
    (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery
    Is breathed) called out, 'Oh rats, rejoice!
    The world is grown to one vast drysaltery!
    So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
    Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!'
    And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,
    All ready staved, like a great sun shone
    Glorious scarce an inch before me,
    Just as methought it said, 'Come, bore me!'
    —I found the Weser rolling o'er me."

    ;VIII
    You should have heard the Hamelin people
    Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple.
    "Go, cried the Mayor, "and get long poles,
    Poke out the nests and block up the holes!
    Consult with carpenters and builders,
    And leave in our town not even a trace
    Of the rats!"—when suddenly, up the face
    Of the Piper perked in the market place,
    With a "First, if you please, my thousand guilders!"

    ;IX
    A thousand guilders! The Mayor looked blue;
    So did the Corporation too.
    For council dinners made rare havoc
    With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave, Hock;
    And half the money would replenish
    Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish.
    To pay this sum to a wandering fellow
    With a gipsy coat of red and yellow!
    "Beside," quoth the Mayor with a knowing wink,
    "Our business was done at the river's brink;
    We saw with our eyes the vermin sink,
    And what's dead can't come to life, I think.
    So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink
    From the duty of giving you something for drink,
    And a matter of money to put in your poke;
    But as for the guilders, what we spoke
    Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
    Beside, our losses have made us thrifty.
    A thousand guilders! Come, take fifty!"

    ;X
    The Piper's face fell, and he cried
    "No trifling! I can't wait, beside!
    I've promised to visit by dinner time
    Bagdat, and accept the prime
    Of the Head-Cook's pottage, all he's rich in,
    For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen,
    Of a nest of scorpions no survivor:
    With him I proved no bargain driver,
    With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver!
    And folks who put me in a passion
    May find me pipe after another fashion."

    ;XI
    "How?" cried the mayor, "d'ye think I brook
    Being worse treated than a cook?
    Insulted by a lazy ribald
    With idle pipe and vesture piebald?
    You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,
    Blow your pipe there till you burst!"

    ;XII
    Once more he stepped into the street
    And to his lips again
    Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
    And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
    Soft notes as yet musician's cunning
    Never gave the enraptured air)
    There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling
    Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
    Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering
    Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering.
    And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,
    Out came the children running.
    All the little boys and girls,
    With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
    And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
    Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
    The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

    ;XIII
    The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood
    As if they were changed into blocks of wood,
    Unable to move a step, or cry
    To the children merrily skipping by,
    —Could only follow with the eye
    That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.
    But how the Mayor was on the rack,
    And the wretched Council's bosoms beat,
    As the Piper turned from the High Street
    To where the Weser rolled its waters
    Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
    However he turned from South to West,
    And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,
    And after him the children pressed;
    Great was the joy in every breast.
    "He never can cross that mighty top!
    He's forced to let the piping drop,
    And we shall see our children stop!"
    When, lo, as they reached the mountain-side,
    A wonderous portal opened wide,
    As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;
    And the Piper advanced and the children followed,
    And when all were in to the very last,
    The door in the mountain-side shut fast.
    Did I say, all? No! One was lame,
    And could not dance the whole of the way;
    And in after years, if you would blame
    His sadness, he was used to say,—
    "It's dull in our town since my playmates left!
    I can't forget that I'm bereft
    Of all the pleasant sights they see,
    Which the Piper also promised me.
    For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,
    Joining the town and just at hand,
    Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew,
    And flowers put forth a fairer hue,
    And everything was strange and new;
    The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,
    And their dogs outrun our fallow deer,
    And honey-bees had lost their stings,
    And horses were born with eagles' wings:
    And just as I became assured
    My lame foot would be speedily cured,
    The music stopped and I stood still,
    And found myself outside the hill,
    Left alone against my will,
    To go now limping as before,
    And never hear of that country more!"

    ;XIV.
    Alas, alas, for Hamelin!
    There came into many a burgher's pate
    A text which says that heaven's gate
    Opes to the rich at as easy rate
    As the needle's eye takes a camel in!
    The mayor sent East, West, North, and South,
    To offer the Piper, by word of mouth,
    Wherever it was men's lot to find him,
    Silver and gold to his heart's content,
    If he'd only return the way he went,
    And bring the children behind him.
    But when they saw 'twas a lost endeavor,
    And piper and dancers were gone forever,
    They made a decree that lawyers never
    Should think their records dated duly
    If, after the day of the month and year,
    These words did not as well appear,
    "And so long after what happened here
    On the Twenty-second of July,
    Thirteen hundred and seventy-six:"
    And the better in memory to fix
    The place of the children's last retreat,
    They called it the Pied Piper's Street,—
    Where any one playing on pipe or tabor
    Was sure for the future to lose his labor.
    Nor suffered they hostelry or tavern
    To shock with mirth a street so solemn;
    But opposite the place of the cavern
    They wrote the story on a column,
    And on the great church-window painted
    The same, to make the world acquainted
    How their children were stolen away,
    And there it stands to this very day.
    And I must not omit to say
    That in Transylvania there's a tribe
    Of alien people who ascribe
    The outlandish ways and dress
    On which their neighbors lay such stress,
    To their fathers and mothers having risen
    Out of some subterraneous prison
    Into which they were trepanned
    Long time ago in a mighty band
    Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land,
    But how or why, they don't understand.

    ;XV
    So, Willy, let me and you be wipers
    Of scores out with all men—especially pipers!
    And whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice,
    If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!

    -

    The Pied Piper of Hamelin by Robert Browning
     
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  24. JadeLotus

    JadeLotus Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    What are your fanfic pet peeves?
     
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  25. Findswoman

    Findswoman Fanfic and Pancakes and Waffles Mod (in Pink) star 5 Staff Member Manager

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    Feb 27, 2014
    Why hello. :) Here's a question I've had for you since my own interview here: why is Walpurgisnacht an especially good time to visit the Rammelsberg outside of Goslar? :D
     
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