Games Attended: | 19 |
Record (W/T/L): | 5/0/14 |
Games Captained: | 4 |
Record (W/T/L): | 0/0/4 |
Kills - Losses: | 47-157 |
Best Game: | 10-1 |
Damage / Game: | 36 |
Best Game: | 99 |
WightyScore: | 0.18 |
Bet Pool Accur: | N/A |
Bet Pool Total: | N/A |
Bet Pool Rank: | N/A |
"heeee heee heeee heeee" -- TickleMeElmo.Login: vinylrake
Team: Order of H'Pak
Real Name: Viny l'Rake
Location: Mything.org
Favorite Map: Rand McNally US Street Map
Favorite Game: Wise and Otherwise
Favorite Unit: My Own
Team: Order of H'Pak
Real Name: Viny l'Rake
Location: Mything.org
Favorite Map: Rand McNally US Street Map
Favorite Game: Wise and Otherwise
Favorite Unit: My Own
"How will thy soul, cloven to its depth with terror,
Gape like a hell within! I speak in grief,
Not exultation, for I hate no more,
As then ere misery made me wise. The curse
Once breathed on thee I would recall. Ye Mountains,
Whose many-voiced Echoes, through the mist 60
Of cataracts, flung the thunder of that spell!
Ye icy Springs, stagnant with wrinkling frost,
Which vibrated to hear me, and then crept
Shuddering through India! Thou serenest Air
Through which the Sun walks burning without beams!
And ye swift Whirlwinds, who on pois'd wings
Hung mute and moveless o'er yon hushed abyss,
As thunder, louder than your own, made rock
The orb'd world! If then my words had power,
Though I am changed so that aught evil wish
Is dead within; although no memory be
Of what is hate, let them not lose it now!
What was that curse? for ye all heard me speak."
-- PBShelly
Gape like a hell within! I speak in grief,
Not exultation, for I hate no more,
As then ere misery made me wise. The curse
Once breathed on thee I would recall. Ye Mountains,
Whose many-voiced Echoes, through the mist 60
Of cataracts, flung the thunder of that spell!
Ye icy Springs, stagnant with wrinkling frost,
Which vibrated to hear me, and then crept
Shuddering through India! Thou serenest Air
Through which the Sun walks burning without beams!
And ye swift Whirlwinds, who on pois'd wings
Hung mute and moveless o'er yon hushed abyss,
As thunder, louder than your own, made rock
The orb'd world! If then my words had power,
Though I am changed so that aught evil wish
Is dead within; although no memory be
Of what is hate, let them not lose it now!
What was that curse? for ye all heard me speak."
-- PBShelly
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I believe Vinylrake runs the Myth Graveyard site.
Playing wise, he won't be hitting heavy
Playing wise, he won't be hitting heavy

I don't know this player.
