Out-speak the person above you

[Andy]

I thought this would be fun.

Your posts can be about anything appropriate. But you must try to use the most intricate and confusing language possible.

For example, instead of saying:
You're wrong.You should say:
Your conclusion is misguided, and the facts have escaped your notice.
...or something even longer.

And if you want to actually learn something from this thread, then pull out your thesaurus and look for the longest words you can. :D

[Perry]

This thread is mind-boglingly, eye-crossingly of a random kind of a kind of some kind of kind... Of randomness multiplied by a billion of googleplexians. I think.

[Iridescence]

You have not only misconcieved the implications of this exercise--you have utterly dilapidated, demolished, and obliterated the very fabric of its meaning.

[thecollector]

Iridescence, I truly believe you have outwitted the lad who claims he is QuantumResearch. This is both intriguing and yet disatisfying due to my divine command to hoodwink the competition of the previous encounter, but I am more than quite sure I shall be of the hoodwinked instead of hoodwinker as soon as the next hoodwinker dedicates a much needed reply.

(I'm not quite sure if that goes along like Andy was saying.)

[Perry]

TheCollector, I can't say anything more to this as I am a dumbass and cannot really think about longlonglonglonglong confusing-as-chicken-poo-hell sentences. But, might I add, I cannot understand the longlonglonglonglong confusing-as-chicken-poo-hell that you, real english-speaking fellows, may state in this very odd thread. But remember. I like pie.

[blue phoenix]

I have come to the conclusion that you are very odd indeed, QuantumResearch. But the cold, hard truth is that I do not understand it ether. And nor can I create a post that is nearly long enough, or confusing enough, as well as that, I do not even know that what I am saying is stated in the proper way. All I am really doing is confusing myself, and on that note I shall take my leave *bow*.

[Fiction]

Bravo, dearie.

[ICeAngel302]

You say bravo, but could you really envy blue phoenix for saying what you could not come up with yourself? Or are really amazed and moved by her speach? Could it also be that I am blabbing now and should stop? Who knows. But alast, there is no one to stop me, could this be sign? Do I talk to much that people start to go to sleep?

[Iridescence]

Ice Angel, dear Abstract Thinker, your words are simply intoxicating and absorbing. Furthermore, I find your diction to be quite precise and eloquent. Clearly you have achieved a level of mastery with which I could never compete; thus, I tip my hat to you, in the hopes that you may proceed to mentor me in the ways of threading words together in a comprehensive and articulate manner.

[Zombified]

Oh, Iridescence. You know, at the beginning of our misadventures of brutally murdering each other and systematically daunting everybody away from us, I have come to the conclusion, albeit a very titillating one at that, that you and I are not so different. We are both presumably two indubitable plebeians who delve for a rush. A rush of invigoration in judicious victory. Seeing that we are both veritable competitors, I value the upcoming battles we shall both take place in. Best of luck to you in your future endeavors and may the best antagonist obtain victory.

[Iridescence]

Sir Zombified, I am honored and flattered. Although, at first, I was indignant--regarding the vulgar, ruthless, and often atrocious ways with which you would end my life, I have come to realize that within the crust of obscenity with which you have wrapped yourself, there is a spark of true intelligence and wit that is both appealing and frustrating. Though I do not think myself a worthy competitor, this ongoing war of words has been a strangely enjoyable experience, even for one such as myself. If I should lose, at least I would have myself lose with grace and dignity, and to a formidable adversary.

[miss_smiley]

The copious magnitudes of veritably eloquent soliloques that have been interleaved throughout this communicative web that spreads the width, length and other such dimensions of this planet are unpretentiously, simply and merely astounding in their generosity and complexity of written communication and vernacular. Nevertheless and against all odds, I am of the opinion that I, she who is known to all of your consciouses as the truly gnarlicious and wonderful and modest Miss Smiley, should surely be deserving of the gratified and truly grandiloquient and superlative honour of accepting or receiving the decoration of being, generally, the most verbose, long-winded (or perhaps, quick-fingered, except that would fall upon, perhaps, the wrong listening systems of twisted individuals that may interpret that statement in a more sickening way than would be fit to give contemplation), rambling and wordy individual on this grandiose, magnificent communicative, tutorialistic, forum formatted environment in which we have all participated in such a manner as to be noted as being, in essence and for all intents and purposes, a designated assemblage of inhabitants of Earth that partake in the joyous and satisfying experience that is literature-derived, fantastical, or at least scenarialistic, writing.
In accepting this honour, I should be gratified to note that I would very likely be unlikely to have gotten or achieved this honour without the tutelage of my dear canine and singularly and particularly handsome benefactorial assosciate and companion, Smith.

Have I the honour of winning this extremely long-winded, verbose competition, or have I merely set the standard for others? It should also be noted to any particular individual who may or may not be interested in this facinating tid-bit of information that this particular entry is composed of no more or less than a mere five sentences (which are, to an extent, comprehensive and cohesive, which is, in itself, a veritable work of genius, if I should say so myself, which I do), which is to be commended, in my belief, being only one sentence longer than the previous entry, given by the wonderful and extremely benefic indivdual known to the general population of this communicative, tutorialistic, forum formatted environment as Iridescence, or the Queen of the Wolves, and also being an extreme cornucopia of meritous and gratifying vernacular of the English language, of which I'm sure Shelley, an esteemed poet of the pre-revolutionary times, would be insatiably proud.

[thecollector]

Dear Miss Smiley,

We, as the undertaking voices inside the cranial compartments inside sir Will's head, regret to inform you that your recent, decent attempt has been rejected into the department of confusion. Instead, the higher authorities of insanity have taken it into their own hands to deal with it themselves. Had you written it in a foreign tongue, the department would have been more than willing to accept your composition of intriguing vortex of circles. Having that not been the case, the department rejected it... so sorry. However, the bright zone of this composition is that you have been hoodwinked by seven of the many voices. Their voices are calm and raspy. This means that, no, you are not currently confused... It means that I now require you to add a new strand of confusion to your brilliant work. The wonderful department of confusion would love to inform you that it has a specialty chair made out of nothing but card board and masking tape that you may, indeed, sit on as you re-create a strand of confusion. But fear not, while this post may have spun your brain in circles the first time you've read it, the next time I shall be easier to follow, but the chair is not sturdy and will break under your weight if you are not of five ounces. Also, I now proclaim myself the awesomely powered hoodwinker of the current situation. When an age of a newer post appears, I shall give up the throne and move back to my cottage on the hill. By the way, you can't use the chair because I accidently already broke it... so sorry. :)

[Iridescence]

The copious magnitudes of veritably eloquent soliloques that have been interleaved throughout this communicative web that spreads the width, length and other such dimensions of this planet are unpretentiously, simply and merely astounding in their generosity and complexity of written communication and vernacular. Nevertheless and against all odds, I am of the opinion that I, she who is known to all of your consciouses as the truly gnarlicious and wonderful and modest Miss Smiley, should surely be deserving of the gratified and truly grandiloquient and superlative honour of accepting or receiving the decoration of being, generally, the most verbose, long-winded (or perhaps, quick-fingered, except that would fall upon, perhaps, the wrong listening systems of twisted individuals that may interpret that statement in a more sickening way than would be fit to give contemplation), rambling and wordy individual on this grandiose, magnificent communicative, tutorialistic, forum formatted environment in which we have all participated in such a manner as to be noted as being, in essence and for all intents and purposes, a designated assemblage of inhabitants of Earth that partake in the joyous and satisfying experience that is literature-derived, fantastical, or at least scenarialistic, writing.
In accepting this honour, I should be gratified to note that I would very likely be unlikely to have gotten or achieved this honour without the tutelage of my dear canine and singularly and particularly handsome benefactorial assosciate and companion, Smith.

Have I the honour of winning this extremely long-winded, verbose competition, or have I merely set the standard for others? It should also be noted to any particular individual who may or may not be interested in this facinating tid-bit of information that this particular entry is composed of no more or less than a mere five sentences (which are, to an extent, comprehensive and cohesive, which is, in itself, a veritable work of genius, if I should say so myself, which I do), which is to be commended, in my belief, being only one sentence longer than the previous entry, given by the wonderful and extremely benefic indivdual known to the general population of this communicative, tutorialistic, forum formatted environment as Iridescence, or the Queen of the Wolves, and also being an extreme cornucopia of meritous and gratifying vernacular of the English language, of which I'm sure Shelley, an esteemed poet of the pre-revolutionary times, would be insatiably proud.

Sorry to interrupt this thread, but...*stands and applauds* Bravo. Bravo! Forget it. Smiley pwned you ALL. Brilliant. Simply effulgent. A work of art. Encore, encore!