NationStates Jolt Archive

In the shadows lie but horrors,
around every corner fear.
all who come here,
stay forever.
and leave a lasting cheer!

For in the graveyard your corpse shall rot,
your soul forgotten, wilst in the plot.
many shall morn many shall cry,
for here is where you shall die!

If you post a comment or speach,
let it be known that it is the last.
for your nation will die, sad as it is,
while in the graveyard you will soon see
that all is not quite quiet as fortold
your nation's death is soon to unfold.

So post only once not any more,
for a dead nation can't say any more
make it wisdom, flame or jest
i only ask for the best.
if you post more than once,
let it be known that your nation will die,
faster than you can see.
a virus is planted the second you see.
so best be warned that it could bee your last
in the 20 seconds it took you to read this your computer can crash!

Now be a good chap and post your tombstone!
for the graveyard is empty, soon to be full.
Dead nations will fill this acre or so!


in short post your tombstone! but please be creative.

Here lies "Miss"
never loved, ever 'Miss"ed
so great in life, so fine so fair.
taken to soon, and much to fast.
our memory shall ever last!
mar 15 2003-oct 10 2003

Here lies Kieales


Once a proud Nation

but forever in damenation

But for Nazi's death

This Nation hated them the best


Died in the year 2002

Died from Invasion and destruction of lands

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822

Here lies Grand Admerial Jusaoh

Date of death:October 2nd 2003

Age:163

Cause of Death:War


"Here lies a Grand Admerial of the TSD, he was a brave soul and we pray that his soul get's accepted into heaven by Jesus Christ"


Use the Suns Song to calm the Dead

Here lies Lester Moore
Shot by a .44
No Les, No More.

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822

You piece of shit. Oz is my nickname because of this very poem. ;)

*Tag*

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He tried.

--Scolo

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
And make us heirs of all eternity.

-- Love's Labor's Lost, Shakespeare

Streets Of Hush - brutally ripped from: Ralph McTell
(to the tune of Pachelbel's "Canon")

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely by his side,
yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

How can you tell me you're lonely
And say, for you, that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of Hush
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of Hush
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talkin, she just keeps right on walkin'
Carryin her home in two carrier bags

How Can you tell me....

In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour and he goes home alone

How can you tell me....

Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading like the ribbons that he wears
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care

How can you tell me you're lonely
And say, for you, that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of Hush
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Told you I was Ill.
Prince Zrcoft.
24/6/03 to 13/10/03

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(I just hope it didn't lose its meaning getting chopped up like that to fit :P )
Go here (http://nickciske.com/tools/binary.php), after copy and pasting, for a decode :)

Mistrix
-2004

"Screw you man, lets go to that Island where those sirens are singing."

"He was a hard bastard."

~ Epitaph found on the tombstone of the man known simply as 'The Leader', ruler of Ma-tek BD 41-01 (born BD 93)

Стратег, политикан, патриот.

OOC:
Translation:
Strategist, politician, patriot.

Figured he should be buried with a grave of his own native tongue, Russian.

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822

Always liked that poem

Hear lies Orion.
I told you I was sick!

Either these drapes go, or I do.
- Oscar Wilde

Here Lies Lunatic Retard Robots

Born-May 9, 2003
Died- January, 40057543

Victim of Macroscopic Quantum Tunneling

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822

You piece of shit. Oz is my nickname because of this very poem. ;)

pardon pardon pardon!
but is this not a flame?


Here lies the rooster
sucked dry!

At ease! 'Tis a merry jest on Slaggie's part.

SLAG,
You can have that one if you want. :D
(I'll just have to seek out personal originality for my epitaph instead of ripping off Shelley)

Dyelli Beybi,
I have to agree wholeheartedly.

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori

-Wilfred Owen

Here lies an atheist,
all dressed up but with no place to go.

Here lies some bloke.

Born earlier

Died sometime afterwards.