jiminski wrote:In that place which resides beyond the realms of comprehension; where logic battles emotion to create the perfect thought.
In that place where wonder smiles as she sits on the sands of perpetuity, swaying in the wind as the ocean whispers hidden truth.
In that place the tide is turning; the waves have sought new crests, leaving listless foam where white hooves once crashed.
So strain your eye against the faltering light... guard your gaze lest the sea-sprays impair! Move a little closer.. can you see that ghostly shape.. the shape was always there, just hidden by your primal fear.
With wizened face and pensive pose, his smile for warmth, deep thought his clothes. He sits and sees all things of worth; the battles won and victories' mirth.
His aim is mischief, conquest his role! His actions gilt-edged by comforts soul!
For he is legion, a family of one.
For he is Monkey, let us have some fun!
Our myths come out of the mists of time, and snake their tendrils right down to today. We got our revenge on THOTA at last so we don't have a grudge to bear any more. We're playing the finals in the Conqueror's Cup. Some say we're eternal seconds; monkis know there is no-one better to team with for a game of old-fashioned risk. We have no leaders, we are all leaders.
We'll probably never get round to recruiting much because that would mean someone doing some work which isn't really our style. But the word in the tree is we'd like a few baby new monkis - exceptional players with some ambition - & a mad streak a mile wide won't hurt.
These are the monkis as of February 2014:
Here are some stories we told before, mostly still true:
If you're a fine player and want to find out about life in the jungle, let us know.
LC can be Wilson the Volleyball.
