Fortunately, I happen to know a fire spell that trolls can't regenerate from.

Unfortunately, GOG beat you to that already, they now prevent me from posting in the "Bitch about life" thread...

Fortunately, that was good as no one wants to hear you, bitch.

That was a double entendre, double your regular entendre at no extra charge.

Been missing you, Deatrice.

Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be any Deatrice around.

Fortunately, you have taken on that role and are now known as the Deatrice.

Unfortunately, the name happens to not fit and just slides off, much like a skirt that is too big.

Fortunately, and as everyone knows, if it doesn't fit you must acquit.

You are now free to go, Deatrice.

I didn't say anything before but don't think that sexual innuendo went unnoticed.

You're trying to digitally seduce and entice me using your womanly charms, my Mum warned me about people like you.

Stranger, Danger, Deatrice.

Unfortunately, this thread has almost died.

Fortunately, Kleetus triple-posted the thread. To keep it alive, surely.

Unfortunately for this forum, quantity trumps quality.

Unfortunately, by "great" it seems that you mean "non-existent"; hence this game can't continue.

Fortunately, words and letters mean jack shit and so we're free to assemble them in whatever form we choose... for now.

Unfortunately, Jack wasn't nimble.

He wasn't quick, Jack couldn't even do jack shit.