Tekneek, your foul smelling kind make me puke, you vacuous, malodorous, heap of parrot droppings.Stay your sword, or in your grog-fevered stupor, you may cut yourself.
(and thusly you are challenged to a insult duel)
I need not try, your reeking wretched rancorous order does all the stifling of you that is needed.
I hear the only crew members that will join your crew are ones with great and terrible allergies that clog their nostrils so they can be in your presence, for the stank and odor of your body is blotted from their senses by the sinus blockage.
BlogNomic is an online Nomic: a self-modifying game where changing the rules is part of the game. Players make blog posts proposing additions or alterations to the ruleset, discussing and casting votes in the comments: if enough vote in favour, the rules are changed and play continues.
The game has been running since 2003 and resets every month or so. Have a look around the wiki for more information and history. New players are always welcome and can join in the game at any time.
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Tekneek:
You ultra-right beast, we will thwart your frantic attempts to stifle us!