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The faster loading treehouse! (Just for Maniac)

POSTED BY: ebonezer
UPDATED: Thursday, December 9, 2004 00:40
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Friday, December 3, 2004 8:27 AM

*In the cart, PR comes to.*

Thank christ I'm home, those basterds tried to force feed me spam! Thank you for saving me! Now I need to get some fooking new needles, coz me other ones are all bloodied.

Now, to breakdown my letter and make sense of it for you;

"Dear FLT,

Today the moon rose over Thursday wedding screw, and I made cow teach.
this was just random nonsense
The needles were in the basket but I didn't see them coming. No lights. Snip, snip, lights out! Time to go to sleep. Rivernapp.
This was to tell you that I have been kidnapped.
No, sleep.
Cuts. Stabs. Spam. Hahahaehaa.
Ropes, no moving.
This was to tell you I had been tortured. Cant bite the bullet. They're not really here. Can't run without the leaves, can you? Well, they're all hurting I suppose. But I don't care. Dragging you down into the deep dark space of the hole of us.
This was all random stuff so I could get my secret message across.
I'll take the lift. But then they'll just cut the power, tie you up and put you in the dark,
that was to tell you what they did.
and you just keep get ruff.

But this isn't about me. This is about them. About war. Three of them -flick!-flick! We're on! Take off.The war with the 3 switches thread. Depression for lengthy time.
against the delaye thread.
I'm a tool, one whose action will be taken out upon you.
.
I'm not coming back. Not today, too many cakes to see.

Who did it? Exactly.
That was me trying to tel you that it was SimonWho.
Don't let them take it. It's a trick.
They we're going to ask for the clubhouse as ransom!
HowlongwillhEhavetoLiveinthisPit?
Random stuff to get more secret messages across.
This isn't the end. It is not over. It's just beginning. Don't trust the 3!
The war's not over!
Wish you were here,
Come and save me!
PsychicRiver

Quote:

Originally posted by SimonWho:
I'm innocent, I tell you. Good grief, I have far better things to do than to kidnap my sister again. If she gets herself into trouble, she can find her own way out if she's so damn smart.

You mean...it really wasn't you? I assumed it was cos he was wearing a Gyneacologists mask, but maybe somebody's framed you! Please accept my apologies for my wrong accusation.

And yay! Another brother! Hail SimonWho and Chronos! My brothers.

So, the war isn't exactly over...but who kidnapped me??

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"

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SHW
Friday, December 3, 2004 9:18 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by PsychicRiver:


Thank christ I'm home, those basterds tried to force feed me spam! :

So, the war isn't exactly over...but who kidnapped me??

PsychicRiver

"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"




So PsychicRiver is back. I think this is a good excuse for a party. As bartender I will knock up a big jug of Neopolitan Ice Cream, Vodka and Baileys milkshake cocktail. With a Flake in the top (can't remember who said they liked them.. i was sleeping at the time and only vaguely heard)

now... didn't maniac say he was going to build a Hot Tub? I brought my bikini.

shw.

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 2:58 AM

Hey now. I'm back too. Didn't anybody notice my absence? Or follow me into battle or anything?

I feel so unloved...

*Hides under pool table*

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 3:06 AM

you were gone?
:P



"four out of five dentists agree that TWG is kinda cute"

"Your mouth is talking. Might wanna see to that"

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 3:08 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by tethys:



"four out of five dentists agree that TWG is kinda cute"





Psshh. You've obviously never seen Ebo.

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 3:09 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by tethys:



"four out of five dentists agree that TWG is kinda cute"





Psshh. You've obviously never seen Ebo.

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 3:29 AM

no I haven't, ya doubler!

:P

"Your mouth is talking. Might wanna see to that"

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 3:36 AM

I just have doubble to say as the rest if you.

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 7:53 AM

* A bright spot of light appears on the ceiling of the communal room of the tree house. It expands, revealing a dark void surrounded by a ring of fire. Suddenly, a torrent of water spills into the room from this hole in reality. Along with it, The Real Me falls to the floor, being somewhat dazed by the impact. The Real Me is wearing a wetsuit and equipped with scuba gear. He is carrying a metallic cube about a foot-and-a-half (0.5 meter) on a side, with a handle on one face. The hole in reality closes. The Real Me quickly orients himself and gets himself to a sitting position, pulls off the diving mask, and replaces his glasses. *

My apologies for the mess. SPARKY! A mop! And pass around towels, please.

* Still sitting on the floor, The Real Me pulls the flippers from his feet and unbuckles the scuba tank. *

Well, that took longer than I expected. But I have returned with the Pepsimilk! And look!

* The Real Me reaches over to the metallic box and twists the handle. The box unfolds in an odd fashion, revealing numerous bottles of Pepsimilk and some small brightly-colored packets. He takes one of these, rips off an edge, and dumps the contents into his mouth. There is a crackling sound, and he mumbles: *

Pop-rocks! I loved these back when I was Ebo’s age, a couple of years ago… uh, I mean decades.

* After a short time, the crackling subsides. *

I would caution all of you about consuming Pop-rocks and Pepsimilk simultaneously. It is a potentially lethal combination, after all.

* The Real Me gets to his feet as Sparky begins mopping up. *

So, did anything interesting happen while I was gone? Did you invade any more threads, or perhaps…

* The Real Me looks about the tree house, and is startled. *

PSYCHIC RIVER! What happened to YOU? A terrible darning mishap? No, wait. I’ll just read the last couple of posts.



The Real Me

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Saturday, December 4, 2004 4:27 PM

*Ebo gasps and scrambles out from under the pool table*

POP ROCKS! Yay!

*Ebo snateches the pop rocks and scuttles back under the pool table*

And I'm not sharing with Mal!

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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