Frater Miez becomes even more venerable!

[Bloodshot]

Congratz are in order yet again.
Our ANCIENT phorum-frater has reached the magical age of 424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242424242!
A very meaningful number indeed.

Now: How's about celebrating this historical moment in true chaos-style?
Wanna play a game of Chaos arena, technomancer?
Your dwellings or mine?

[Bloodshot]

Speak up, young whipper-snapper! At my age all the senses lose their edge ... damn! where did I leave my pantoffels...

well then...,  let's not talk about your sense of humor then...

YOUR SLIPPERS?  THE LEFT ONE IS IN THE FRIDGE, THE RIGHT ONE IS IN THE DISHWASHER. AGAIN.

[Frater Miez]

And yet another year has passed.
And even more ancient our phorum-frater has become.

But with an age like his: who's counting?
It's not like anybody will notice...

Speak up, young whipper-snapper! At my age all the senses lose their edge ... damn! where did I leave my pantoffels...

[Bloodshot]

And yet another year has passed.
And even more ancient our phorum-frater has become.

But with an age like his: who's counting?
It's not like anybody will notice...

[Bloodshot]

IMHO: "Venerable" is not the word here: "Ancient" sounds more like it...

And: However strange my personal "Hobbies" are, whipping goats is not among them. Not even for Frater Miez... 

[Tarim]

A lesser inferial spirit whispered to me that in the near proximity of today minus the time of 40 suncycles, the entity of Miez was reïncarnated into his current human form.

According to the "libiris Partii", this should be the moment in which we "concocteth a mixture of wheat, yeast, strawberries, shugar and whippéd goat milk, moldeth it into a vaguely cylindrical shape and lighteneth it's surface with a multitude of candles". Then we "taketh the birthday-blob, prayeth for good luck and offereth it to the great aniversaring Frater Mieth".

Well, let's start whipping some goats then!