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YOGO
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 06:13:08 (MDT)
Situation Report: Cyborg Stan - Currently trapped in a building
and on the run from a determined, undead Klingon warrior. TDK - The aformentioned
Klingon, systematically blocking all exits to said building. HTMS Slicer
- Currently masquerading as a new gym. Serious internal damage, hull breaches
and lack of external sensors. Presently being powered by furiously pedalling
fattys... Lord_Woodlouse - Still enjoying a leisurely breakfast before
resuming the war. Jadesfire - Gleefully prepared to vaporize alot of cyborgs.
SSD_Insufficiently_Reluctant_ - Being patched up, cleaned off and preparing
to force-lift to orbit. Starboard guns getting ready to vaporize the HTMS
Slicer. Q'res - Marching through N.Y. with an army of Cylons and scaring
the local populance, in their quest to engage the Woodlousian forces on
the field of battle. Cylon Base-Star - Crashed about a mile northwest of
the SSD 'landing' site after suffering a broadside salvo from the HGS Blue
Pea. Zapper - Headed back to Sol System. *Emperor Figure* - In deep space,
plotting to take over the Earth once its foremost forces have exhausted
themselves in fighting each other. Yogo - Appears to be feeling left out
and in need of attention. Ms. Liberty - Being mobbed by a thousand fatsos
intent on picking of every single scrap of KFC from off her concrete bod...
Zapper
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 06:50:56 (MDT)
Oh my gawd! Just look at my dress! It's ruined! Ruined! Do you know
how much this thing cost? *Runs off sobbing.*
Statue
of Liberty (which again, has the same ISP as Cyborg Stan)
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 07:04:59 (MDT)
*A somberly dressed man walks up to a podium.* Friends and fellow
citizens, we are gathered here today to honor the memory of that which
have served us... that which is now forever lost. Yet the memory, the honor
can never be erased... it is here that we are to renew our vow never to
forget... *A curtain falls, revealing a huge... drumstick, where Ms. Liberty
used to stand. Thousands of Fatsos begin crying over the thought of all
the chicken she spoiled in her haste...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. <Aeris's
theme from FF7>
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 07:21:30 (MDT)
*However, most people could care less. This includes our hero, the
ever infamous Cyborg Stan. This is perfectly understandable, even if the
idea of making a memorial to fried chicken wasn't an utterly stupid idea.
Taking time out to bandage his wound, he plots his strategy. What little
messages he recieved indicated that his antagonist was systemically blocking
all exits from the building. While this bought Cyborg alot of time, it
meant that he could not just run - any calls for help would be jammed,
and would only serve to reveal him. Solutions like staking him through
the heart would be pointless, even cutting off the arms, as the guy uses
duct-tape instead of band-aids. Seeing an auto repair shop nearby (Don't
ask me how it got there.), he gets an idea. Amazing what you can do with
internal combutsion engines, several heavy duty metal springs, some bicycle
gear chains, a shopping cart, gasoline, and a few hundred crowbars...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 07:46:21 (MDT)
*However, out of the people who could _NOT_ care less, was a recently
unemployed 200 something year old Statue, now getting drunk in a singles
bar. After her fifth keg, she amples over to guy that seems cute, giggling
like a schoolgirl on a double-latte frappochino laced with prozac.* YOGO
: !...
Statue
of Liberty (under Cyborg's ISP #...)
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 07:55:44 (MDT)
Meanwhile, learning that their ship would be stranded for a few
hours, some members of the SSD _Insufficiently_Reluctant_ decided to take
one of the AT-AT's out for a joyride - little knowing htier peril! For
all the noise and clamour of battle had roused from its long sleep something
that should better havebeen left undisturbed! Suddenly the ground shakes,
buildings sway, and a huge reptilian foot stomped down on the haples Imperial
ground vehicle, reducing it to scrap. Rather squashed flat scrap, in the
middle of the huge footprint. As it towered above the surrouding buildings,
the monster sounded its challenge with a roar that shook the skyscrapers
and shattered their windows... GODZILLA LIVES!!!!
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 08:22:18 (MDT)
*reads a newspaper and eats some bacon sarnies for lunch* Iam sure
I was meant to do something today... *looks over to see a noisy platoon
of woodlice playing hide and seek around the storage facility* HEY! Lads!
Stop it will you, some people here are trying to rest! *the platoon moves
to a storage facility further down the base*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 08:41:02 (MDT)
*gets a brilliant idea, as is his nature ;)* I shall order some
of my warriors to retrieve the Base-star's sensor suite and take it to
the "Slicer". *several Cylon's depart to carryout their orders* The rest
of you tin cans follow me, we've got to mop up the Spam clones that were
left behind. *sets disruptor to that really power setting that lets you
vaporize Andorian guards*
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 09:07:06 (MDT)
*sits around with a Cylon leg sticking out of his mouth, he gulps
it down* MMMMM, SSSCCCCOOOONNNNEEEEEE! *starts walking after a Cylon platoon
with some butter in his hand*
Spaam_Woodlouse
# somewhere near infinity
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 09:34:36 (MDT)
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