Official North America vs. Europe III Thread

[codewarrior]

What is your Stars name?

[codewarrior]

[Munkster]

sign me up too plz,

pokerstar: RunRabbitRun

team Europe

[PrayingMantis]

HelmetSky is in the house (after busting in Monte Carlo with my pocket kings against Kevin O'Connell's set of tens [img]/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img]).

Will play for Europe. A bit tired from a long trip, but will still knock out every American that will dare showing up at my table.

[codewarrior]

Gotcha.

[codewarrior]

Hope you had a great trip. For some sick reason, I've had you on the list, knowing you'd get home in time. Long time no play, my friend, looking forward to it.

[PrayingMantis]

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Long time no play, my friend, looking forward to it.

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Same here!

[chill888]

Europe

chill888

[codewarrior]

The strong voice ceas'd; for a terrible blast swept over the heaving sea;
The eastern cloud rent; on his cliffs stood Albions wrathful Prince
A dragon form clashing his scales at midnight he arose,
And flam'd red meteors round the land of Albion beneath.
His voice, his locks, his awful shoulders, and his glowing eyes,


Appear to the Americans upon the cloudy night.


Solemn heave the Atlantic waves between the gloomy nations,
Swelling, belching from its deeps red clouds & raging Fires!
Albion is sick. America faints! enrag'd the Zenith grew.
As human blood shooting its veins all round the orbed heaven
Red rose the clouds from the Atlantic in vast wheels of blood
And in the red clouds rose a Wonder o'er the Atlantic sea;
Intense! naked! a Human fire fierce glowing, as the wedge
Of iron heated in the furnace; his terrible limbs were fire
With myriads of cloudy terrors banners dark & towers
Surrounded; heat but not light went thro' the murky atmosphere


The King of England looking westward trembles at the vision


Albions Angel stood beside the Stone of night, and saw
The terror like a comet, or more like the planet red
That once inclos'd the terrible wandering comets in its sphere.
Then Mars thou wast our center, & the planets three flew round
Thy crimson disk; so e'er the Sun was rent from thy red sphere;
The Spectre glowd his horrid length staining the temple long
With beams of blood; & thus a voice came forth, and shook the temple


The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;
The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;
The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd.
Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing! awakening!
Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst;


Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field:
Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air;
Let the inchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing,
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years;
Rise and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open.
And let his wife and children return from the opressors scourge;
They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream.
Singing. The Sun has left his blackness, & has found a fresher morning
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease.

[pc in NM]

Count me (Patricio) in as a member of the El Norte (North American) Team.