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Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 04:37 PM
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No good Deeds allowed, to thank someone, you could merely just not kill them.
If a individual is assassinated by means of trout, and has now known heirs, the assassin inherits all the person's belongings and debt.
Never reveal the secret forum's easy to uncover address.
Stabbing is allowed and encouraged.
Twister, on the other hand, is not.
My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.
My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.
Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.
When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."
After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.
I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.
I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.
I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.
One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.
All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.
The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.
I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.
I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."
When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.
I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.
I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.
I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.
No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.
I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)
No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible vulnerable spot.
No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.
I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.
My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.
I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.
All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.
All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcement and/or romantic subplot for the hero or his sidekick.
I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.
I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.
I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.
I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.
I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.
If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.
If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.
If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.
I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.
Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices.
When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.
I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.
I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.
I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure," then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.
If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.
If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.
I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.
If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.
My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.
If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions in the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people-oriented position.
I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.
If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.
The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legions of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.
My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.
Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owner's manual.
If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.
I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.
My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: this also applies to passwords.
If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?", I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.
I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.
Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of that nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.
I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a disadvantage.
If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.
My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.
No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.
I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.
All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.
When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.
If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.
If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon instead of using my unstoppable superweapon on them.
I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.
When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.
I will instruct my Legions of Terror to attack the hero en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.
If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)
If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutentant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.
I will not tell my Legions of Terror "And he must be taken alive!" The command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonably practical."
If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited-edition commemorative coins.
If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.
If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.
I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerous, unbalanced structure.
If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.
I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.
I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the lines of "Push the button."
I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.
My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.
If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to try the task again.
After I captures the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.
I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.
I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.
If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead I will say this his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)
If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and an underling who failed or betrayed me, I will see to it that the hero is scheduled to go first.
When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.
My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cellmate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening up the cell for a look.
My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.
My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unravelled.
If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However if circumstance have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each others' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.
Any data file of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb in size.
Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access.
I will not order my trusted lieutenant to kill the infant who is destined to overthrow me -- I'll do it myself.
I will not waste time making my enemy's death look like an accident -- I'm not accountable to anyone and my other enemies wouldn't believe it.
I will make it clear that I do know the meaning of the word "mercy"; I simply choose not show them any.
My undercover agents will not have tattoos identifying them as members of my organization, nor will they be required to wear military boots or adhere to any other dress codes.
I will design all doomsday machines myself. If I must hire a mad scientist to assist me, I will make sure that he is sufficiently twisted to never regret his evil ways and seek to undo the damage he's caused.
If my supreme command center comes under attack, I will immediately flee to safety in my prepared escape pod and direct the defenses from there. I will not wait until the troops break into my inner sanctum to attempt this.
Even though I don't really care because I plan on living forever, I will hire engineers who are able to build me a fortress sturdy enough that, if I am slain, it won't tumble to the ground for no good structural reason.
Any and all magic and/or technology that can miraculously resurrect a secondary character who has given up his/her life through self sacrifice will be outlawed and destroyed.
I will see to it that plucky young lads/lasses in strange clothes and with the accent of an outlander shall REGULARLY climb some monument in the main square of my capital and denounce me, claim to know the secret of my power, rally the masses to rebellion, etc. That way, the citizens will be jaded in case the real thing ever comes along.
I will not employ devious schemes that involve the hero's party getting into my inner sanctum before the trap is sprung.
I will offer oracles the choice of working exclusively for me or being executed.
I will not rely entirely upon "totally reliable" spells that can be neutralized by relatively inconspicuous talismans.
I will make the main entrance to my fortress standard-sized. While elaborate 60-foot high double-doors definitely impress the masses, they are hard to close quickly in an emergency.
I will never accept a challenge from the hero.
I will not engage an enemy single-handedly until all my soldiers are dead.
If I capture the hero's starship, I will keep it in the landing bay with the ramp down, only a few token guards on duty and a ton of explosives set to go off as soon as it clears the blast-range.
No matter how much I want revenge, I will never order an underling "Leave him. He's mine!"
If I have equipment which performs an important function, it will not be activated by a lever that someone could trigger by accidentally falling on when fatally wounded.
I will not attempt to kill the hero by placing a venomous creature in his room. It will just wind up accidentally killing one of my clumsy henchmen instead.
Since nothing is more irritating than a hero defeating you with basic math skills, all of my personal weapons will be modified to fire one more shot than the standard issue.
If I come into possession of an artifact which can only be used by the pure of heart, I will not attempt to use it regardless.
The gun turrets on my fortress will not rotate enough so that they may direct fire inward or at each other.
If I decide to hold a contest of skill open to the general public, contestants will be required to remove their hooded cloaks and shave their beards before entering.
Prior to kidnapping an older male scientist and forcing him to work for me, I will investigate his offspring and make sure that he has neither a beautiful but naive daughter who is willing to risk anything to get him back, nor an estranged son who works in the same field but had a falling-out with his father many years ago.
Should I actually decide to kill the hero in an elaborate escape-proof deathtrap room (water filling up, sand pouring down, walls converging, etc.) I will not leave him alone five-to-ten minutes prior to "imminent" death, but will instead (finding a vantage point or monitoring camera) stick around and enjoy watching my adversary's demise.
Rather than having only one secret escape pod, which the hero can easily spot and follow, I'll simultaneously launch a few dozen decoys to throw him off track.
Prison guards will have their own cantina featuring a wide variety of tasty treats that will deliver snacks to the guards while on duty. The guards will also be informed that accepting food or drink from any other source will result in execution.
I will not employ robots as agents of destruction if there is any possible way that they can be re-programmed or if their battery packs are externally mounted and easily removable.
Despite the delicious irony, I will not force two heroes to fight each other in the arena.
All members of my Legions of Terror will have professionally tailored uniforms. If the hero knocks a soldier unconscious and steals the uniform, the poor fit will give him away.
I will never place the key to a cell just out of a prisoner's reach.
Before appointing someone as my trusted lieutenant, I will conduct a thorough background investigation and security clearance.
If I find my beautiful consort with access to my fortress has been associating with the hero, I'll have her executed. It's regrettable, but new consorts are easier to get than new fortresses and maybe the next one will pay attention at the orientation meeting.
If I am escaping in a large truck and the hero is pursuing me in a small Italian sports car, I will not wait for the hero to pull up along side of me and try to force him off the road as he attempts to climb aboard. Instead I will slam on the brakes when he's directly behind me. (A rudimentary knowledge of physics can prove quite useful.)
My doomsday machine will have a highly-advanced technological device called a capacitor in case someone inconveniently pulls the plug at the last second. (If I have access to REALLY advanced technology, I will include a back-up device known as a battery.)
If I build a bomb, I will simply remember which wire to cut if it has to be deactivated and make every wire red.
Before spending available funds on giant gargoyles, gothic arches, or other cosmetically intimidating pieces of architecture, I will see if there are any valid military expenditures that could use the extra budget.
The passageways to and within my domain will be well-lit with fluorescent lighting. Regrettably, the spooky atmosphere will be lost, but my security patrols will be more effective.
If I'm sitting in my camp, hear a twig snap, start to investigate, then encounter a small woodland creature, I will send out some scouts anyway just to be on the safe side. (If they disappear into the foliage, I will not send out another patrol; I will break out the napalm.)
I will instruct my guards when checking a cell that appears empty to look for the chamber pot. If the chamber pot is still there, then the prisoner has escaped and they may enter and search for clues. If the chamber pot is not there, then either the prisoner is perched above the lintel waiting to strike them with it or else he decided to take it as a souvenir (in which case he is obviously deeply disturbed and poses no threat). Either way, there's no point in entering.
As an alternative to not having children, I will have lots of children. My sons will be too busy jockeying for position to ever be a real threat, and the daughters will all sabotage each other's attempts to win the hero.
If I have children and subsequently grandchildren, I will keep my three-year-old granddaughter near me at all times. When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to her why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandpa. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
If one of my daughters actually manages to win the hero and openly defies me, I will congratulate her on her choice, declare a national holiday to celebrate the wedding, and proclaim the hero my heir. This will probably be enough to break up the relationship. If not, at least I am assured that no hero will attack my Legions of Terror when they are holding a parade in his honor.
I will order my guards to stand in a line when they shoot at the hero so he cannot duck and have them accidentally shoot each other. Also, I will order some to aim above, below, and to the sides so he cannot jump out of the way.
My dungeon cell decor will not feature exposed pipes. While they add to the gloomy atmosphere, they are good conductors of vibrations and a lot of prisoners know Morse code.
If my surveillance reports any un-manned or seemingly innocent ships found where they are not supposed to be, they will be immediately vaporized instead of brought in for salvage.
I will classify my lieutenants in three categories: untrusted, trusted, and completely trusted. Promotion to the third category will be awarded posthumously.
Before ridiculing my enemies for wasting time on a device to stop me that couldn't possibly work, I will first acquire a copy of the schematics and make sure that in fact it couldn't possibly work.
Ropes supporting various fixtures will not be tied next to open windows or staircases, and chandeliers will be hung way at the top of the ceiling.
I will provide funding and research to develop tactical and strategic weapons covering a full range of needs so my choices are not limited to "hand to hand combat with swords" and "blow up the planet".
I will not set myself up as a god. That perilous position is reserved for my trusted lieutenant.
I will instruct my fashion designer that when it comes to accessorizing, second-chance body armor goes well with every outfit.
My Legions of Terror will be an equal-opportunity employer. Conversely, when it is prophesied that no man can defeat me, I will keep in mind the increasing number of non-traditional gender roles.
I will instruct my Legions of Terror in proper search techniques. In particular, if they are searching for escapees and someone shouts, "Quick! They went that way!", they must first ascertain the identity of this helpful informant before dashing off in hot pursuit.
If I know of any heroes in the land, I will not under any circumstance kill their mentors, teachers, and/or best friends.
If I have the hero and his party trapped, I will not wait until my Superweapon charges to finish them off if more conventional means are available.
Whenever plans are drawn up that include a time-table, I'll post-date the completion 3 days after it's actually scheduled to occur and not worry too much if they get stolen.
I will exchange the labels on my folder of top-secret plans and my folder of family recipes. Imagine the hero's surprise when he decodes the stolen plans and finds instructions for Grandma's Potato Salad.
If I burst into rebel headquarters and find it deserted except for an odd, blinking device, I will not walk up and investigate; I'll run like hell.
Before being accepted into my Legions of Terror, potential recruits will have to pass peripheral vision and hearing tests, and be able to recognize the sound of a pebble thrown to distract them.
I will occasionally vary my daily routine and not live my life in a rut. For example, I will not always take a swig of wine or ring a giant gong before finishing off my enemy.
If I steal something very important to the hero, I will not put it on public display.
When planning an expedition, I will choose a route for my forces that does not go through thick, leafy terrain conveniently located near the rebel camp.
I will hire one hopelessly stupid and incompetent lieutenant, but make sure that he is full of misinformation when I send him to capture the hero.
As an equal-opportunity employer, I will have several hearing-impaired body-guards. That way if I wish to speak confidentially with someone, I'll just turn my back so the guards can't read my lips instead of sending all of them out of the room.
If the rebels manage to trick me, I will make a note of what they did so that I do not keep falling for the same trick over and over again.
If I am recruiting to find someone to run my computer systems, and my choice is between the brilliant programmer who's head of the world's largest international technology conglomerate and an obnoxious 15-year-old dork who's trying to impress his dream girl, I'll take the brat and let the hero get stuck with the genius.
I will plan in advance what to do with each of my enemies if they are captured. That way, I will never have to order someone to be tied up while I decide his fate.
If I have massive computer systems, I will take at least as many precautions as a small business and include things such as virus-scans and firewalls.
I will be an equal-opportunity despot and make sure that terror and oppression is distributed fairly, not just against one particular group that will form the core of a rebellion.
I will not locate a base in a volcano, cave, or any other location where it would be ridiculously easy to bypass security by rapelling down from above.
I will allow guards to operate under a flexible work schedule. That way if one is feeling sleepy, he can call for a replacement, punch out, take a nap, and come back refreshed and alert to finish out his shift.
Although it would provide amusement, I will not confess to the hero's rival that I was the one who committed the heinous act for which he blames the hero.
If I am dangling over a precipice and the hero reaches his hand down to me, I will not attempt to pull him down with me. I will allow him to rescue me, thank him properly, then return to the safety of my fortress and order his execution.
I will have my fortress exorcized regularly. Although ghosts in the dungeon provide an appropriate atmosphere, they tend to provide valuable information once placated.
I will add indelible dye to the moat. It won't stop anyone from swimming across, but even dim-witted guards should be able to figure out when someone has entered in this fashion.
If a scientist with a beautiful and unmarried daughter refuses to work for me, I will not hold her hostage. Instead, I will offer to pay for her future wedding and her children's college tuition.
If I have the hero cornered and am about to finish him off and he says "Look out behind you!!" I will not laugh and say "You don't expect me to fall for that old trick, do you?" Instead I will take a step to the side and half turn. That way I can still keep my weapon trained on the hero, I can scan the area behind me, and if anything was heading for me it will now be heading for him.
I will not outsource core functions.
If I ever build a device to transfer the hero's energy into me, I will make sure it cannot operate in reverse.
I will decree that all hay be shipped in tightly-packed bales. Any wagonload of loose hay attempting to pass through a checkpoint will be set on fire.
I will not hold any sort of public celebration within my castle walls. Any event open to members of the public will be held down the road in the festival pavilion.
Before using any device which transfers energy directly into my body, I will install a surge suppressor.
I will hire a drama coach. The hero will think it must be a case of mistaken identity when confronted by my Minnesota accent (if everyone sounds American) or my Cornwall accent (if everyone sounds British).
If I capture an enemy known for escaping via ingenious and fantastic little gadgets, I will order a full cavity search and confiscate all personal items before throwing him in my dungeon.
I will not devise any scheme in which Part A consists of tricking the hero into unwittingly helping me and Part B consists of laughing at him then leaving him to his own devices.
I will not hold lavish banquets in the middle of a famine. The good PR among the guests doesn't make up for the bad PR among the masses.
I will funnel some of my ill-gotten gains into urban renewal projects. Although slums add a quaint and picturesque quality to any city, they too often contain unexpected allies for heroes.
I will never tell the hero "Yes I was the one who did it, but you'll never be able to prove it to that incompetent old fool." Chances are, that incompetant old fool is standing behind the curtain.
If my mad scientist/wizard tells me he has almost perfected my Superweapon but it still needs more testing, I will wait for him to complete the tests. No one ever conquered the world using a beta version.
I will not appoint a relative to my staff of advisors. Not only is nepotism the cause of most breakdowns in policy, but it also causes trouble with the EEOC.
If I appoint someone as my consort, I will not subsequently inform her that she is being replaced by a younger, more attractive woman.
If I am using the hero's girlfriend as a hostage and am holding her at the point of imminent death when confronting the hero, I will focus on her and not him. He won't try anything with his true love held hostage. On the other hand, the fact that she has been weak, slow-witted, naive and generally useless up to this point has no bearing on her actions at the moment of dramatic climax.
I will make several ludicrously erroneous maps to secret passages in my fortress and hire travellers to entrust them to aged hermits.
I will not use hostages as bait in a trap. Unless you're going to use them for negotiation or as human shields, there's no point in taking them.
I will hire an expert marksman to stand by the entrance to my fortress. His job will be to shoot anyone who rides up to challenge me.
I will explain to my Legions of Terror that guns are ranged weapons and swords are not. Anyone who attempts to throw a sword at the hero or club him with a gun will be summarily executed.
I will remember that any vulnerabilities I have are to be revealed strictly on a need-to-know basis. I will also remember that no one needs to know.
I will not make alliances with those more powerful than myself. Such a person would only double-cross me in my moment of glory. I will make alliances with those less powerful than myself. I will then double-cross them in their moment of glory.
During times of peace, my Legions of Terror will not be permitted to lie around drinking mead and eating roast boar. Instead they will be required to obey my dietician and my aerobics instructor.
All giant serpents acting as guardians in underground lakes will be fitted with sports goggles to prevent eye injuries.
All crones with the ability to prophesy will be given free facelifts, permanents, manicures, and Donna Karan wardrobes. That should pretty well destroy their credibility.
I will not employ an evil wizard if he has a sleazy mustache.
I will hire an entire squad of blind guards. Not only is this in keeping with my status as an equal opportunity employer, but it will come in handy when the hero becomes invisible or douses my only light source.
All repair work will be done by an in-house maintenance staff. Any alleged "repairmen" who show up at the fortress will be escorted to the dungeon.
When my Legions of Terror park their vehicle to do reconnaissance on foot, they will be instructed to employ The Club.
Employees will have conjugal visit trailers which they may use provided they call in a replacement and sign out on the timesheet. Given this, anyone caught making out in a closet while leaving their station unmonitored will be shot.
Members of my Legion of Terror will attend seminars on Sensitivity Training. It's good public relations for them to be kind and courteous to the general population when not actively engaged in sowing chaos and destruction.
I will not, under any circumstances, marry a woman I know to be a faithless, conniving, back-stabbing witch simply because I am absolutely desperate to perpetuate my family line. Of course, we can still date.
All guest-quarters will be bugged and monitored so that I can keep track of what the visitors I have for some reason allowed to roam about my fortress are actually plotting.
If my chief engineer displeases me, he will be shot, not imprisoned in the dungeon or beyond the traps he helped design.
I will not send out batalions composed wholly of robots or skeletons against heroes who have qualms about killing living beings.
I will not wear long, heavy cloaks. While they certainly make a bold fashion statement, they have an annoying tendency to get caught in doors or tripped over during an escape.
If a malignant being demands a sacrificial victim have a particular quality, I will check to make sure said victim has this quality immediately before the sacrifice and not rely on earlier results. (Especially if the quality is virginity and the victim is the hero's girlfriend.)
If I ever MUST put a digital timer on my doomsday device, I will buy one free from quantum mechanical anomalies. So many brands on the market keep perfectly good time while you're looking at them, but whenever you turn away for a couple minutes then turn back, you find that the countdown has progressed by only a few seconds.
If my Legions of Terror are defeated in a battle, I will quietly withdraw and regroup instead of launching a haphazard mission to assassinate the hero.
If I'm wearing the key to the hero's shackles around my neck and his former girlfriend now volunteers to become my mistress and we are all alone in my bedchamber on my bed and she offers me a goblet of wine, I will politely decline the offer.
I will not pick up a glowing ancient artifact and shout "It's power is now mine!!!" Instead I will grab some tongs, transfer it to a hazardous materials container, and transport it back to my lab for study.
I will be selective in the hiring of assassins. Anyone who attempt to strike down the hero the first instant his back is turned will not even be considered for the job.
Whatever my one vulnerability is, I will fake a different one. For example, ordering all mirrors removed from the palace, screaming and flinching whenever someone accidentally holds up a mirror, etc. In the climax when the hero whips out a mirror and thrusts it at my face, my reaction will be "Hmm...I think I need a shave."
My force-field generators will be located inside the shield they generate.
I reserve the right to execute any henchmen who appear to be a little too intelligent, powerful, or devious. However if I do so, I will not at some subsequent point shout "Why am I surrounded by these incompetent fools?!"
I will install a fire extinguisher in every room -- three, if the room contains vital equipment or volatile chemicals.
I will build machines which simply fail when overloaded, rather than wipe out all nearby henchmen in an explosion or worse yet set off a chain reaction. I will do this by using devices known as "surge protectors".
I will explain to my guards that most people have their eyes in the front of their heads and thus while searching for someone it makes little sense to draw a weapon and slowly back down the hallway.
All giant serpents acting as guardians in underground lakes will be fitted with sports goggles to prevent eye injuries.
All crones with the ability to prophesy will be given free facelifts, permanents, manicures, and Donna Karan wardrobes. That should pretty well destroy their credibility.
I will not employ an evil wizard if he has a sleazy mustache.
I will hire an entire squad of blind guards. Not only is this in keeping with my status as an equal opportunity employer, but it will come in handy when the hero becomes invisible or douses my only light source.
All repair work will be done by an in-house maintenance staff. Any alleged "repairmen" who show up at the fortress will be escorted to the dungeon.
When my Legions of Terror park their vehicle to do reconnaissance on foot, they will be instructed to employ The Club.
Employees will have conjugal visit trailers which they may use provided they call in a replacement and sign out on the timesheet. Given this, anyone caught making out in a closet while leaving their station unmonitored will be shot.
Members of my Legion of Terror will attend seminars on Sensitivity Training. It's good public relations for them to be kind and courteous to the general population when not actively engaged in sowing chaos and destruction.
I will not, under any circumstances, marry a woman I know to be a faithless, conniving, back-stabbing witch simply because I am absolutely desperate to perpetuate my family line. Of course, we can still date.
All guest-quarters will be bugged and monitored so that I can keep track of what the visitors I have for some reason allowed to roam about my fortress are actually plotting.
If my chief engineer displeases me, he will be shot, not imprisoned in the dungeon or beyond the traps he helped design.
I will not send out battalions composed wholly of robots or skeletons against heroes who have qualms about killing living beings.
I will not wear long, heavy cloaks. While they certainly make a bold fashion statement, they have an annoying tendency to get caught in doors or tripped over during an escape.
If a malignant being demands a sacrificial victim have a particular quality, I will check to make sure said victim has this quality immediately before the sacrifice and not rely on earlier results. (Especially if the quality is virginity and the victim is the hero's girlfriend.)
If I ever MUST put a digital timer on my doomsday device, I will buy one free from quantum mechanical anomalies. So many brands on the market keep perfectly good time while you're looking at them, but whenever you turn away for a couple minutes then turn back, you find that the countdown has progressed by only a few seconds.
If my Legions of Terror are defeated in a battle, I will quietly withdraw and regroup instead of launching a haphazard mission to assassinate the hero.
If I'm wearing the key to the hero's shackles around my neck and his former girlfriend now volunteers to become my mistress and we are all alone in my bedchamber on my bed and she offers me a goblet of wine, I will politely decline the offer.
I will not pick up a glowing ancient artifact and shout "Its power is now mine!!!" Instead I will grab some tongs, transfer it to a hazardous materials container, and transport it back to my lab for study.
I will be selective in the hiring of assassins. Anyone who attempts to strike down the hero the first instant his back is turned will not even be considered for the job.
Whatever my one vulnerability is, I will fake a different one. For example, ordering all mirrors removed from the palace, screaming and flinching whenever someone accidentally holds up a mirror, etc. In the climax when the hero whips out a mirror and thrusts it at my face, my reaction will be "Hmm...I think I need a shave."
My force-field generators will be located inside the shield they generate.
I reserve the right to execute any henchmen who appear to be a little too intelligent, powerful, or devious. However if I do so, I will not at some subsequent point shout "Why am I surrounded by these incompetent fools?!"
I will install a fire extinguisher in every room -- three, if the room contains vital equipment or volatile chemicals.
I will build machines which simply fail when overloaded, rather than wipe out all nearby henchmen in an explosion or worse yet set off a chain reaction. I will do this by using devices known as "surge protectors".
I will explain to my guards that most people have their eyes in the front of their heads and thus while searching for someone it makes little sense to draw a weapon and slowly back down the hallway.
I will have a staff of competent detectives handy. If I learn that someone in a certain village is plotting against me, I will have them find out who rather than wipe out the entire village in a preemptive strike.
I will never bait a trap with genuine bait.
If the hero claims he wishes to confess in public or to me personally, I will remind him that a notarized deposition will serve just as well.
If I have several diabolical schemes to destroy the hero, I will set all of them in motion at once rather than wait for them to fail and launch them successively.
I will not procrastinate regarding any ritual granting immortality.
Mythical guardians will be instructed to ask visitors name, purpose of visit, and whether they have an appointment instead of ancient riddles.
Parts of the list don't apply to AMEN.
Life has no meanin', meatbag. Only machines 'ave significance, on a cosmic scale.
The Previous Rules really don't matter

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 04:37 PM
Woo! I love that new thread smell. Hmm....I seem to be getting less.... "role-playey."

Who wants some cheese sticks?

Saurous
2007-04-07, 04:39 PM
Magtok didn't die in a freak computer explosion? Dang.

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 04:40 PM
I demand that we start by demolishing AMEN Hq and relocating it in Hades. It's so much more....convienent for the necromancers, naw? Also, we can steal Tantalus's food, and gawd is that stuff good.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 04:43 PM
By the way, the name of the thread cam from this movie. Link. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Land_Before_Time_VI:_The_Secret_of_Saurus_Rock )

No, I've never watched it before. No, the thread name wasn't my idea!

Saurous
2007-04-07, 04:53 PM
((This thread is falling lower than the old thread. We must solve that))

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 04:54 PM
((This thread is falling lower than the old thread. We must solve that))

We are evil. Isn't low a good thing?

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 04:56 PM
No. We must allow the two threads to fight to the death. When AMEN V dies due to its feeble old age, AMEN VI will rise from the ashes, imbued with the power of its deceased descendant.

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 04:57 PM
No. We must allow the two threads to fight to the death. When AMEN V dies due to its feeble old age, AMEN VI will rise from the ashes, imbued with the power of its deceased descendant.

The ability to rot? Smell bad? Lie down and not get up?

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 04:57 PM
No. We must allow the two threads to fight to the death. When AMEN V dies due to its feeble old age, AMEN VI will rise from the ashes, imbued with the power of its deceased descendant.
Not to mention the AMEN Roleplaying game! No, free form is not good enough. I must design a whole new system! To the drawing board!

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 04:58 PM
Not to mention the AMEN Roleplaying game! No, free form is not good enough. I must design a whole new system! To the drawing board!

Dude, you know I stole that like 3 days ago. Also, I can create a system worthy of the de'el himself. Just come to me and I promise to procrastinate until you think up something better yourself.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 04:59 PM
The ability to rot? Smell bad? Lie down and not get up?

No, *Sigh* the power it had in its glory days is passed over to the next thread. Not the strength of it when it's on it's deathbed! That would be silly!

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 05:00 PM
No, *Sigh* the power it had in its glory days is passed over to the next thread. Not the strength of it when it's on it's deathbed! That would be silly!

It's....
DEATHMAN!
With the amazing power to DIE!

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 05:01 PM
It's....
DEATHMAN!
With the amazing power to DIE!

Dude, that describes me like TOTALLY. Yay me!

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:02 PM
No, *Sigh* the power it had in its glory days is passed over to the next thread. Not the strength of it when it's on it's deathbed! That would be silly!

((The power of horrible grammar, various love potions, and the Shivering Isles? Dang, that would create a powerful thread.))

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 05:03 PM
It's....
DEATHMAN!
With the amazing power to DIE!

((LMAO, Vespe. Wait...did I just say lmao? For the first time in my life?!?))

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 05:04 PM
((LMAO, Vespe. Wait...did I just say lmao? For the first time in my life?!?))

No, you typed it.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 05:07 PM
((Still...I don't think I've ever done that before...Nooo! The chat-speakers must corrupting my spelling and grammar!))

*Magtok wanders around and waits for the scary OOC voices in his head to go away.*

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:09 PM
((Still...I don't think I've ever done that before...Nooo! The chat-speakers must corrupting my spelling and grammar!))

*Magtok wanders around and waits for the scary OOC voices in his head to go away.*

((We must capture a chat-speaker, and study it's actions, habits, and abilities. We must find the chat-speakers' weaknesses if we are to be rid of them!))

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 05:11 PM
No! Shaddup! Out of my head, you OOC voices! Leave my mind alone!

((Sorry about that. Yeah Saur, I think we should. But how do we properly cage such a monster?))

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 05:12 PM
We should bait the trap with an O RLY owl smothered in ROFLMAYO. :smallbiggrin:

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:12 PM
((I'm only talking in OOC because it doesn't make sense for me to be in the inn of the Shivering Isles and here at one time.

...what could we use as bait for such a capture?))

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 05:13 PM
No! Shaddup! Out of my head, you OOC voices! Leave my mind alone!

((Sorry about that. Yeah Saur, I think we should. But how do we properly cage such a monster?))

Simple. Foward one of those Cialis spam mails. Include a cunning virus that never lets them exit that browser. Pick spot. Shut up. Wait. Presto!

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 05:15 PM
*Magtok goes into the fetal position in a corner of his new room, waiting for the scary voices to return from whence they came.*

Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
2007-04-07, 05:21 PM
Deep within the primitive set of gears and cogs that make up Fullbladder's brain, metaphorical representations of the goblin's psyche panic.

"Gah! Land Before time References! Close the hatches! Close the hatches!"
"We cannot take much more o' this, Captain!"
"But Mr. Fraud, we have to! Full power to the hull shielding!"
"I've already givin' 'er all I've got, Captain. It's not just the name--it's the quotes!"
"Then this is it. Gentlemen, it's been an honour serving with you."
"I've never said it before... but I love you guys."
"When you introduce yourself to the Devil, lads, don't mentio--"

The rest of the conversation is cut of as the crew of Fullbladder's mind is suddenly destroyed along with the ship.

"SHARPTOOTH!"

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:31 PM
Look, it's the Shivering Isles.

"Sir, I feel that we have transferred to a new thread. We can speak again to get this damned plot over with."

"Ah, good. That crystal ball isn't going to come back from the dead, is it?"

*Sigh* "No, it's not, sir."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 05:40 PM
((...

I'm gone for an hour and a half, and you've started a new freaken' thread?

*sight*))

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:41 PM
((...

I'm gone for an hour and a half, and you've started a new freaken' thread?

*sight*))

(("*sight*"? Is the opposite of that action *blind*? :smallamused:))

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 05:45 PM
((Oh shush. My glasses are busted, you know that. I can barely read what I'm typing right now.))

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 05:46 PM
How many fingers am I holding up?


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Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:47 PM
((Oh shush. My glasses are busted, you know that. I can barely read what I'm typing right now.))

((I know. I like being a jerk, though.

And Vespe, you have far too much time on your hands.))

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 05:48 PM
((No, not really, I just googled up "ascii hand." :smalltongue: ))

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 05:48 PM
((*squints* Ummm... Did you know that you have thirty fingers?))

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:52 PM
((Now you shush. That was a terribly old and bad joke. :smallannoyed: ))

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 05:54 PM
((Ummm... Did I just accidentaly make a movie reference? I'd swear that was original.))

Saurous
2007-04-07, 05:58 PM
((It's been used in several jokes whenever someone is disoriented and someone asks "How many fingers am I holding up?"))

"So...now what?"

"We're waiting for you to finish with the portal, and for Saurous and Moon Called to finish their 'business'."

"Oh, right."

Sheogorath goes back to finishing up the portal.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:02 PM
**The next morning...**

((I didn't get your hopes up, did I? >;) ))

Saurous awakens to find Moon Called brushing her hair. "Sleep well?" She asks with a grin when she notices him wake up.

((Sorry for the slight Godmoding, but I couldn't think of anything else.))

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:06 PM
((I was expecting to skip over that. You didn't think I was that sick, did you? :smallannoyed:))

"Oh, yes." He smiles, and gets dressed and picks up all his equipment.

"I don't know why I take all this stuff around with me."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:12 PM
((*inocent whistle* Who, me? Never!))

"You think Sheogarath or whatever has finished the portal?" Moon Called thrusts her greatsword in it's sheathe on her back, taking care not to stab herself with it.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:15 PM
"By now? Of course he has. He isn't going to keep us here that long, as I doubt he wants us in his realm for much longer.

Am I the only one that got the odd feeling of being watched last night?" he says, as he heads for the door of the room.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:18 PM
"Knowing Maggot, he was probably recording it for blackmail." Moon Called shrugs.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:25 PM
"He probably did. I bet he-"

Saurous is cut off as a very loud and echoing voice fills the room.

"Saurous and Moon Called! I have your portal finished! And I saw your 'activities' on accident yesterday! Don't be mad at me, it was an accident!"

"...if you didn't want me to be mad, then why did you tell me?

And I bet everyone in this entire building just heard what you just said."

Silence for a moment, and then loud laughter comes from downstairs. Saurous smacks his forhead, as the voice of Sheogorath says "sorry".

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 06:27 PM
The voice reaches AMEN HQ. Vespe starts snickering, then bursts into laughter.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:28 PM
"I'm sure it was." Moon Called says with a sigh. "Would it be okay if I stab him? Just one stab. Please?"

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:30 PM
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"You'll have to catch me at the palace, then!"

Saurous sighs, and heads out into the hallway, and back towards the stairs.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:35 PM
"See ya there." Moon Called mutters, and follows Saurous downstairs.

Before they leave, she winks at the inn-keep. "Thanks for the discount." She says with a coy little smile.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:40 PM
"Your welcome." the innkeeper says with a toothy grin. A female Argonian, who is presumably his wife, smacks him across the face.

Saurous closes the door as they walk out, and smirks. He continues down the street, heading back towards the palace.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:42 PM
Moon Called chuckles. "That one never gets old." She says as the pair of them leave.

Eager to get home, the Elf/Drow grins. "Com'n, I'll race ya." She says, and takes off.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:46 PM
"Hey! Wait up!" he says, equally eager to get back to the base. He takes off after her, quickly catching up. He runs up the staircase to the entrance to the palace grounds.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:51 PM
:Oh no you don't!" Moon Called laughs, and, using her greatsword as a vaulting pool, leaps with ease over Saurous. She quickly gets far ahead of him, and is waiting for him at the doors to Sheogarath's chambers.

"What kept ya?"

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:53 PM
"Shut up." He looks annoyed for a second, and then burst out laughing. He calms down, and pushes the door open to Sheogorath's chambers.

"What kept ya?"

"Be quiet, you."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 06:55 PM
So, Shoegrath, got that portal fixed yet?" Moon Called asks, misspronouncing bis name on purpase.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 06:59 PM
"Quiet, girl."

He raises his arm to do something to Moon, but is met with a glare from Saurous. He puts his hand back down.

"Aaaanyways, I got the portal fixed. It's right behind me."

Behind the throne, a large three-headed stone statue sits, similar to the one that got them there in the first place. A large portal rests in the center mouth of the statue.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 07:04 PM
Moon Called smirks at Sheogarath. When he gestures at the portal, the Elf/Drow raises an eyebrow. "How very emo-lookibg. After you." She nods at Saurous, and waves a hand at the portal.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 07:06 PM
"Fine."

He takes a step towards the portal, and puts the end of a random stick in the portal, and pulls it back out. Noting that there isn't anything notably wrong with the stick, he walks through the spiraling, blue portal.


Meanwhile, back at the base, a similar-looking massive three-headed statue falls in through the cieling. A blue portal glows in it's mouth, and Saurous stumbles out of it. He looks about.

"Yes! Sheogorath didn't pull any sick tricks this time!"

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 07:08 PM
Moon Called smiles, lodges her greatsword in the base of Sheogarath's spine, and enters the porta, noting, "You really shouldn't spy on private affairs."

Saurous
2007-04-07, 07:12 PM
Sheogorath shouts, and pulls the sword out of his back. He tosses it in after her, healing quickly.

"You know what? You and your boyfriend can shove it up your a-"

The portal closes before he finishes. Saurous sighs.

"The next time I decide to visit another realm, remind me to ask someone else to pick. I always pick horrible places to visit.

Even though, that was actually a bit fun."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 07:15 PM
"Sort of." Moon Called says, and looks around. "Hextor it's quiet here. Where is everyone?"

Saurous
2007-04-07, 07:17 PM
"Huh. I don't know. It's disturbingly quie-"

"Mom! Dad!"

Maur rushes up to them, tacking Saurous. Saurous hits the floor.

"Well, I seem to have found Maur."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 07:20 PM
Moon Called smiles. "Hiya, Maur. Did you remember to brush your teath while I was out?" She says, half-joking.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 07:22 PM
"Uh, maybe?" He smiles innocently, standing back up. Saurous stands up off the ground.

If you don't mind, I'm going to go sit on the couch and watch a movie or read a book or something." He walks off towards the TV room, glad to actually be able to relax for a little while.

Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
2007-04-07, 07:22 PM
Fullbladder stalks past, a crossbow in each hand.

"Here pie... here pie-y pie-y pie-y.... C'mon... I won't hurt ya.... Here pie...."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-07, 07:24 PM
Moon Called chuckles. "I'll let you slid this time, kid. But next time..." She trails off letting Maur's twelve-year-old mind fill in the blanks.

Edit: She opens her mouth to say something else, but stops short as she sees Fullbladder. "I'm not even going to ask."

Saurous
2007-04-07, 07:27 PM
"Meep." Maur takes a few steps backwards, and runs off to brush his teeth for some reason.

Saurous thinks about asking Fullbladder what he is doing, but instead decides to ignore him. He tosses the Pirates of the Carribean DVD at the DVD player, and it lands right in the slot. The movie begins playing on the TV, and Saurous flops back onto the couch.

After a while, he looks about.

"I was sure someone was going to say something by now..."

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-07, 08:40 PM
Vespe bursts in through a window on a motorcycle in full Ghost Rider outfit. Ooh! Pirates! Can I watch? He plops down on the couch. He makes some popcorn by holding corn near his head.

Saurous
2007-04-07, 08:43 PM
Sure, whatever. Saurous sighs. He watches quietly for a while, and glances back out the door of the room. He says something in MC's direction.

Moon, would you like to watch Pirates with us?

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 09:25 PM
*Looks left and right*

They're both offline? Whew...

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 09:27 PM
*Looks left and right*

They're both offline? Whew...

That just means there is no one to hear you SCREAM IN TERROR!

*sends in the half nink!*

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 09:28 PM
* Kills Magtok and D'anna *

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 09:29 PM
* Kills Magtok and D'anna *

Oh god the complete lack of death it is mindboggling.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 09:31 PM
D'anna, you are forgetting something very important.

A cyborg is only half human. A ninja is entirely human. A cyborg ninja is a ninja with double its power, and it gets the benefit of cybernetics so it isn't a cripple.

Guess who took a level in ninja using all the experience he got surviving all your squid attacks? :smallamused:


* Kills Magtok and D'anna *

*Prevents himself from getting killed with some neat ninja dodgy trick.*

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 09:33 PM
D'anna, you are forgetting something very important.

A cyborg is only half human. A ninja is entirely human. A cyborg ninja is a ninja with double its power, and it gets the benefit of cybernetics so it isn't a cripple.

Guess who took a level in ninja using all the experience he got surviving all your squid attacks? :smallamused:



*Prevents himself from getting killed with some neat ninja dodgy trick.*

Fool. By definiiton that cybernetics removes the cripplyness, making it a WHOLE NINJA and therefore an order of amgnitude less powerful. Logic and cripply ninjas win the day.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 09:37 PM
Not whole ninja. The ninja is the human, and the cyborg is the...forget it.

*Unleashes an army of pirates towards D'anna's crippled ninjas.*

There. I win. Now go away, I need to sleep now.

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 09:44 PM
Not whole ninja. The ninja is the human, and the cyborg is the...forget it.Done!

*Unleashes an army of pirates towards D'anna's crippled ninjas.*FUTILE!

There. I win.no. Now go away,no. I need to sleep now.Wimp!

My red = logic = pwnage of you, maggy.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 09:49 PM
But I'm still here...and alive...and not pwned. And its not maggy! And that isn't logic! You just can't face the fact I've beaten you this time!

*Shoots D'anna with a pistol.*

I doubt that bullet will hurt your head much, but it was worth a shot anyways.

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 10:12 PM
But I'm still here...and alive...and not pwned. And its not maggy! And that isn't logic! You just can't face the fact I've beaten you this time!

*Shoots D'anna with a pistol.*

I doubt that bullet will hurt your head much, but it was worth a shot anyways.

Pwnage does not equal death. It equals humility. Which you are. Whether that gets into your little cyborgy AI or not.
And it IS maggy.
And it IS logic.
And you HAVEN'T beaten me ANY time.

*shrugs off bullet*

I wasted your ammo! I wasted your ammo!

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:14 PM
* Necksnaps Magtok *
* Shots Him Six Times *
* Captures Soul In Jar *
* Put in... Damn, Saurous has my hat... Pocket *

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:17 PM
I never had a soul, I was wearing a special auto-rezzing thingy on my neck, and...I need to go have these bullets removed. I'll be back soon. *Leaves.*

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:20 PM
* follows, more quickly *
That's what you think, trying to usurp me in my absence. Well, you think you're all that, don't you? Don't you Maggot? Your technology can't beat Magic, because magic can defy the laws of physics. * Reaches hand Through Skull and starts ripping out semi-robotic organs *
Eventually you'll die.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:23 PM
Nope. You forsaw I was to die a horrible death. I didn't die the whole time MC was gone, likely due to your prediction. And this isn't horrible enough, so therefore...I live!

*Somehow manages to walk away to a medical lab, with Rex's hand still buried in his skull.*

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 10:23 PM
* follows, more quickly *
That's what you think, trying to usurp me in my absence. Well, you think you're all that, don't you? Don't you Maggot? Your technology can't beat Magic, because magic can defy the laws of physics. * Reaches hand Through Skull and starts ripping out semi-robotic organs *
Eventually you'll die.

You DO realise he has an unlimited number of clones...right?
And besides, a simple squid to the inside of the throat cuts off breathing. Far quicker and tastes worse too. It's like torture and death all at once!

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:26 PM
Alright, what can be more horrible... I know!*unzips pants*
~~~Film Reel Missing: Please Be Patient~~~
* Zips pants back up, assume the worst *

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 10:26 PM
Alright, what can be more horrible... I know!*unzips pants*
~~~Film Reel Missing: Please Be Patient~~~
* Zips pants back up, assume the worst *

Rex. YOu disgust me. Yet at the same time, I am strangely drawn to you. I think it is time for a quick scouring of my head now.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:28 PM
*That specific Magtok is undeniably no longer among the sane. However, he is unfortunately still alive, scarred for life, and missing several random body parts he had earlier. Another clone shows up, spots the old Magtok, and runs away to vomit.*

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:30 PM
* Starts Humming Sexy Data Tango *

I trust the Magtoks are never going to godmod me again...

Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
2007-04-07, 10:31 PM
Fullbladder, ready to fully and utterly bring down Rex's magic, steps up and begins making an idiot of himself. He also appears to have caught the sentient pie he was after, and it squirms in his hand as banana cream filling oozes from wounds still sporting crossbow bolts.

"Um... if I may... I shall kill you with 'some incantations of my own'.

Come algebra, anatomy, astronomy, biology, chemistry, geology, geometry, mathematics, meteorology, mineralology, oceanography, paleontology, physics, psychology, sociology, trigonometry, and zoology!"

Seeing no effect, Fullbladder wanders off.

"Well, I'm out of ideas."

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:33 PM
*Magtok returns from his vomiting, and orders a group of robots to put the scarred Magtok in cyrogenic storage.*


I trust the Magtoks are never going to godmod me again...

Not until I forget about this occurence...that'll probably take... at least another two threads. Plenty of time, right?

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 10:34 PM
Fullbladder, ready to fully and utterly bring down Rex's magic, steps up and begins making an idiot of himself. He also appears to have caught the sentient pie he was after, and it squirms in his hand as banana cream filling oozes from wounds still sporting crossbow bolts.

"Um... if I may... I shall kill you with 'some incantations of my own'.

Come algebra, anatomy, astronomy, biology, chemistry, geology, geometry, mathematics, meteorology, mineralology, oceanography, paleontology, physics, psychology, sociology, trigonometry, and zoology!"

Seeing no effect, Fullbladder wanders off.

"Well, I'm out of ideas."

Allow me to assist.

Come Lord of the Godmod! Come, great lord of cheat codes and god of unfairness! Come, arise from the depths, George Lucas, and grant us 30 minutes of awesome pummeling Rex footage! Please, George Lucas, no plot.

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:35 PM
*Magtok returns from his vomiting, and orders a group of robots to put the scarred Magtok in cyrogenic storage.*



Not until I forget about this occurence...that'll probably take... at least another two threads. Plenty of time, right?
Of course, I never forget the effective techniques.

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 10:38 PM
Of course, I never forget the effective techniques.

Au contraire, you have forgotten my secret weakness! Muwhahahah!

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:41 PM
Au contraire, you have forgotten my secret weakness! Muwhahahah!

What is it? Your not having an avatar? Someone comparing you to Admiral Ackbar? Being turned to sushi? Umm...PirateMonk?

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:42 PM
Secret Weakness, you mean that you have a secret weakness as well as the many obvious weaknesses?

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:42 PM
Secret Weakness, you mean that you have a secret weakness as well as the many obvious weaknesses?

Ooh...burn!

Cyrano
2007-04-07, 10:45 PM
Secret Weakness, you mean that you have a secret weakness as well as the many obvious weaknesses?

No, I mean I have a secret weakness as well as the many weaknesses I claim to have to dissuade enemies. Read your OWN AMEN rules, man.

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 10:52 PM
* pokes D'anna with Killer Whale in tentacle testicle *
That should provide a weakness.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-07, 10:54 PM
* pokes D'anna with Killer Whale in tentacle testicle *
That should provide a weakness.

Ouch...can't wait to see his reaction! :smallbiggrin:

Lucid_Archon
2007-04-07, 11:37 PM
* pokes D'anna with Killer Whale in tentacle testicle *
That should provide a weakness.
How is that in any way a weakness. Thats like getting chocolate, then shouting "Curse you, your chocolately kindness has defeated me!" Geez, Rex, you are slipping....

....

Wait, he wouldn't enjoy that?:smallconfused:

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-07, 11:45 PM
Huh? Your babble is worse than Magtok's.

Lucid_Archon
2007-04-08, 12:30 AM
Huh? Your babble is worse than Magtok's.
Victory!
*proceeds to devour a couch.*

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:09 AM
* Glances round *

So it's finished? All the mushy roleplaying gone now? Good.

* Pies armed to the teeth march out of the kitchen to stand guard in places around the HQ *

Now why is it now that they do this?

* Goes to check stuff *

Oooh...I went up a level in pieomancy...and HOLY -

* Pie attacks her. She stops it easily. *

Saurous
2007-04-08, 08:12 AM
I wonder if there is the slight possibility that I make it through today without being mauled. It is Easter and everything.


Holy sh-!
*A massive payload of painted eggs falls on top of Saurous*

Curse you, Runcible Spoon!

Castaras
2007-04-08, 08:14 AM
Errm...I think I gave my pies too much life...

* Ducks down behind table, gun ready. The pies begin to march out of the kitchen to cause havoc everywhere else. *

Saurous
2007-04-08, 08:28 AM
Maybe you should introduce the Pie's natural enemy, the Clown. Those pies will be smashed on other people's faces before you can say "I don't think this is a good idea".


And the eggs crushed my somewhat-flimsy spine in eight places, so I'm going to die now.

Castaras
2007-04-08, 08:32 AM
You do that then.

The pies march around the place, pace speeding up. Castaras gets up, grabs her potion-pistol, picks up some potions, and loads it up. She then ducks behind a table, preparing the attack. She then starts shooting pies left, right and center. As the potion touches them they dissolve instantly.

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 08:47 AM
The golden eyed clone enters. He is met by the Banjulhu fanatic.

"Look, I don't think Magtok wants to be bothered right now. It's a new thread, and the ICBINAs aren't quite done- Oh... :smallamused: "

"Wait, what? No, wait- Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"

Saurous
2007-04-08, 09:00 AM
Saurous's lich hand suddenly bursts from the top of the egg pile.

"On second thought, death by Easter eggs is not how I roll."

The hand moves around in the air, and all the eggs burst open, sending egg yolk and shells scattering all over the place.

"...I'm not cleaning that."

Castaras
2007-04-08, 09:07 AM
You pies over there!

Some loyal pies march over.

You three clean up the eggs, and you lot attack the rebels.

The pies march and soon a massive pie war has begun.

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-08, 09:21 AM
****! My couch! Mutacca! Mime me up a new one.
* A Mime enters through a portal similar to the ones Rex uses, he starts placing his hands on thin air. *
Make this the most comfortable couch ever.
* Mutacca nods *

Castaras
2007-04-08, 11:55 AM
The pie war rages on. Castaras watches, ready with her potion gun.

Lucid_Archon
2007-04-08, 12:09 PM
"Mimes? Mimes! Not in this lifetime, you festering pile of spittle."
*strangles mimes with tentacles*
"Pantomime your way out of hell..."

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 12:39 PM
Hey, Castaras, did the old me say anything about a plan to survive MC and Saur? I have a feeling that he knew something important to my survival...:smallfrown:

Castaras
2007-04-08, 12:42 PM
I think he did. I'm not certain though.

* The pies carry on fighting *

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 12:49 PM
Damn...I'll go look through his old files...maybe he wrote down something helpful. *Wanders off to his room, and comes back later.*

What's this thing he wrote about tape mysteriously disappearing with the thread change?

Castaras
2007-04-08, 01:03 PM
Not sure.

* Turns back to the pie fight. The rebel pies are winning. She grabs her potion pistol and starts disintegrating the rebel pies. A hidden rebel pies starts baking more rebel pies in the kitchen *

Lucid_Archon
2007-04-08, 01:08 PM
*Wanders into the kitchen*
"Magic pies? Man, you guys have everything!"
*eats a few pies, and runs off*

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 01:08 PM
Hmm...he seems to have had a high-risk plan titled "Diplomacy."

...What the hell? Diplomacy? Did he forget they're both evil, and they hate my guts?!?

This one other plan though, it looks interesting. It has a few weaknesses, but I should be able tofigure out how to make this thing work...

Castaras
2007-04-08, 01:09 PM
*Wanders into the kitchen*
"Magic pies? Man, you guys have everything!"
*eats a few pies, and runs off*

You...ate some of my love potion pies? EVERYONE HIDE FROM HIM! :eek:

* Ducks behind table *

Lucid_Archon
2007-04-08, 01:13 PM
*looks dead on at Castaras*
"I love..."




"Pie."
*Proceeds to devour all pies in the vicinity, leaving devastation in his wake.*

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 01:38 PM
* pokes D'anna with Killer Whale in tentacle testicle *
That should provide a weakness.

Thankfully, you haven't noticed that killer whales are blunt weapons. And you didn't "hit" so much as "poke". So, while uncomfortable and awkward, in fact you haven't done anything much. HOWEVER, you are right that hitting anything in the nuts will be painful. So....
*Shoots rocket propelled squid at testicles of everyone in AMEN.*
Overreaction tiem!

Goblin Music
2007-04-08, 01:43 PM
An army of Nac Mac Feegles dash in to HQ

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 01:47 PM
Their swords start glowing bright blue.

Goblin Music
2007-04-08, 01:58 PM
Charge! they cry kill all the layers in this building!

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 02:00 PM
Charge! they cry kill all the layers in this building!

The nac mac feegle don't talk like that. Also, they would just pick up HQ and dump it in a volcano.

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:02 PM
The nac mac feegle don't talk like that. Also, they would just pick up HQ and dump it in a volcano.

Ack! Nac Mac Feegle! Wailey Wailey tha pies be attackin'!

Goblin Music
2007-04-08, 02:07 PM
((no they wouldn't they are my army of Nac Mac Feegle))

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 02:10 PM
((no they wouldn't they are my army of Nac Mac Feegle))

You ruin Pratchet's good works. Shame on thee.
Castaras got it right though. Mispronouncing words + waily waily = correct.

Goblin Music
2007-04-08, 02:14 PM
:P they vanish and the air is filled with a red and bluish blur

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:14 PM
You ruin Pratchet's good works. Shame on thee.
Castaras got it right though. Mispronouncing words + waily waily = correct.

Well I finished reading Wintersmith a few days ago. Awesome book. :smallcool:

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 02:18 PM
Well I finished reading Wintersmith a few days ago. Awesome book. :smallcool:

EVERY PRACHET BOOK IS A GOOD BOOK.

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:25 PM
EVERY PRACHET BOOK IS A GOOD BOOK.

But some are better than others.

For instance, while "Monstrous Regiment" was a good book, it wasn't as good as some of the others, because it was too obvious what was going to happen.

While Nightwatch, while not as funny, is one my favourites, because the seriousness is perfect for the plot.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 02:37 PM
*Returns to thread.*

Sorry about my sudden disappearance.

((I'm doing this from a different computer and it took about an hour to figure out how to get back online. :smallmad: ))

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:40 PM
You missed nothing.

* The pies finish the fight and the rebel pies are victorious. They march over to Castaras *

Crap. Think fast...

Oh, my time is short. Kill me if you must, but spare the cloning labs of Magtok...:smallamused:

* The stupid pies turn and start to mess up the cloning labs of Magtok *

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 02:47 PM
But some are better than others.
D'anna is so awesome!
For instance, while "Monstrous Regiment" was a good book, it wasn't as good as some of the others, because it was too obvious what was going to happen.
D'anna is the bestest.
While Nightwatch, while not as funny, is one my favourites, because the seriousness is perfect for the plot.

I do not care for your....semantics.
In the meantime, thanks!

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 02:47 PM
Damn you Castaras, do you know how long I spent ordering moronic robots to clean that place up the last time it was attacked? It took a whole freakin' day and then one extra hour! 25 hours of hell!

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 02:47 PM
Allow me to assist.

Come Lord of the Godmod! Come, great lord of cheat codes and god of unfairness! Come, arise from the depths, George Lucas, and grant us 30 minutes of awesome pummeling Rex footage! Please, George Lucas, no plot.

((That's harsh.))

Moon Called looks around, and sighs. "What in the name of Hextore are you guys up to now?"

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 02:51 PM
Umm...well I've been trying to figure out how to continue my current record for "No clone deaths for the longest period of time."

It involves ignoring D'anna, and making ludicrous and overly-elaborate plans to convince you to not kill me.

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:52 PM
Damn you Castaras, do you know how long I spent ordering moronic robots to clean that place up the last time it was attacked? It took a whole freakin' day and then one extra hour! 25 hours of hell!

Oh, sorry. :smalltongue:

* Pies come out after wreaking the place. *

I could try the same again...or I could...

* Pies march over to attack Castaras *

Oh, you can kill me, but save the other AMENites. :smallamused:

* Pies split up to attack everyone except Castaras *

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 02:53 PM
Umm...well I've been trying to figure out how to continue my current record for "No clone deaths for the longest period of time."

It involves ignoring D'anna, and making ludicrous and overly-elaborate plans to convinve you to not kill me.

"Realy? Tell me more." Moon Called leans forwards, grinning an insane grin, her hand on the hilt of her greatsword.

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-08, 02:53 PM
* Rex Eats pies that comes to kill him *
Yum. These are fine as long as nobody digs up my archenemy.

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-08, 02:55 PM
Vespe dances in singing. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWucPckXbIw)

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 02:56 PM
"Realy? Tell me more." Moon Called leans forwards, grinning an insane grin, her hand on the hilt of her greatsword.

:smalleek: Well... umm...it begins with me reading an entire phone book to stall for time. summon some really big thingy to do something dramatic.

*Grabs a phone book, and begins reading names and phone numbers.*

Castaras
2007-04-08, 02:56 PM
* Pies carry on attacking. Castaras goes and splats the evil mastermind rebel pie *

That's better. Now I've got control of the kitchen...

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 03:02 PM
Umm...well I've been trying to figure out how to continue my current record for "No clone deaths for the longest period of time."

It involves ignoring D'anna, and making ludicrous and overly-elaborate plans to convince you to not kill me.

Actually, I have never killed one of you. Just THREATENED to kill you to save you from MC, and kicked you.
Oh.
That reminds me.

*ROCKET PROPELLED CEPHALOP TO THE BAWLS LOLLERSKATES*
*Or RPCTTBL!*
Pwnt.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 03:04 PM
*ROCKET PROPELLED CEPHALOP TO THE BAWLS LOLLERSKATES*
*Or RPCTTBL!*
Pwnt.

*Ceases to exist for a moment, and then exists again.*

I knew those anti-munchkin shields were worth the high price!

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 03:05 PM
*Ceases to exist for a moment, and then exists again.*

I knew those anti-munchkin shields were worth the high price!

Um..... Ok. So, you can cease to exist, right? But that means that your entire body and mind cease to be. Which means you can't "exist" again because theres nothing TO exist.
Bye.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 03:07 PM
:smalleek: Well... umm...it begins with me reading an entire phone book to stall for time. summon some really big thingy to do something dramatic.

*Grabs a phone book, and begins reading names and phone numbers.*

Moon Called waits pateintly, still grinning. From the look in her eyes, she's obviously thinking of how to destroy Maggot.

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-08, 03:09 PM
Ah, but tis the nature of magic.

Tajkhtkljdlsj Kjstsckststhwcva.

((Pst, tell me the appropriate response or you die.))

Castaras
2007-04-08, 03:09 PM
Ooo, look! MC is going to beat up Magtok!

* Grabs popcorn and comfy chair to watch *

(( Ring ring ring ring ring ring BANANA PHONE!

<.<
>.>

Please return to your scheduled AMENish stuff. ))

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 03:09 PM
Um..... Ok. So, you can cease to exist, right? But that means that your entire body and mind cease to be. Which means you can't "exist" again because theres nothing TO exist.
Bye.

Nope. The hologram of me ceased to exist, cuz I blew it up. Shortly afterwards, I had it rebuilt. :smalltongue:


Moon Called waits pateintly, still grinning. From the look in her eyes, she's obviously thinking of how to destroy Maggot.

Umm...crap, I'm already on people with last names starting with Y! :smalleek:

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 03:14 PM
Umm...crap, I'm already on people with last names starting with Y! :smalleek:


Mooin Called continues giving that feral grin. Her eyes give a wicked gleam.Her wieght shifts slightly, and her grip on her greatsword tightens.

Castaras
2007-04-08, 03:15 PM
* Munches on popcorn, watching *

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 03:15 PM
Mooin Called continues giving that feral grin. Her eyes give a wicked gleam.Her wieght shifts slightly, and her grip on her greatsword tightens.

:smalleek:

Umm...don't you want to wait until Saurous, Happiness, and Maur get here to watch?

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 03:25 PM
:smalleek:

Umm...don't you want to wait until Saurous, Happiness, and Maur get here to watch?

"We'll see. You done?"

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 03:28 PM
Nope. The hologram of me ceased to exist, cuz I blew it up. Shortly afterwards, I had it rebuilt. :smalltongue:



Umm...crap, I'm already on people with last names starting with Y! :smalleek:

So you HAVEN'T ignored me! *kicks in groin*

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 04:02 PM
((Aw... Maggot's run away...))

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 04:08 PM
((Nope. Had to eat.))

No, I'm not done! I still haven't recited pi!

((Ooh..,RP speech colors...a sign that something stupid is sure to come to AMEN.))

Castaras
2007-04-08, 04:10 PM
Castaras grins and carries on watching. A loyal pie moves over to her with another box of popcorn. She picks it up and shoos the pie away again.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 04:13 PM
Moon Called still stands there. However she seems to be slowley moving closer. Soon, Maggot can feel her breath on his human cheak.

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 04:17 PM
((Nope. Had to eat.))

No, I'm not done! I still haven't recited pi!

((Ooh..,RP speech colors...a sign that something stupid is sure to come to AMEN.))

((Most likely.))

The golden eyed CG PM finally escapes from the ICBINAs.

"Took you long enough," the Banjulhu fanatic comments.

((So, plotiness?))

Saurous
2007-04-08, 04:22 PM
Saurous pops in nearby, watching while a grin creeps along his face.

"I'm surprised, Moon. You were about to kill Magtok without me?"

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 04:25 PM
Moon Called still stands there. However she seems to be slowley moving closer. Soon, Maggot can feel her breath on his human cheek.

No! Wait! I have one final ludicrous plan left! Gimme one last chance!

*Grabs a love potion, a truth potion, and a personality potion. Drinks the entire truth potion, and smirks at MC with an overconfident grin* This one >:smallamused:

I'll give you three guesses to try to figure out what I'm gonna do with the other two potions. Fail on the third guess, and I enact the plan and...the other me forgot to write down what happens next.


Saurous pops in nearby, watching while a grin creeps along his face.

"I'm surprised, Moon. You were about to kill Magtok without me?"

About time you got here. I've been stalling for hours!

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 04:25 PM
"Kill him? Over my dead body!"

"The robot is clearly in power now, moron. But Banjulhu demands that the robot lives to bring the champion to his destiny."

Castaras
2007-04-08, 04:25 PM
Castaras carries on munching popcorn, sitting on the comfy chair, watching gleefully. A few pies come and join her, watching.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 04:33 PM
No! Wait! I have one final ludicrous plan left! Gimme one last chance!

*Grabs a love potion, a truth potion, and a personality potion. Drinks the entire truth potion, and smirks at MC with an overconfident grin* This one >:smallamused:

I'll give you three guesses to try to figure out what I'm gonna do with the other two potions. Fail on the third guess, and I enact the plan and...the other me forgot to write down what happens next.



About time you got here. I've been stalling for hours!

Moon Called grins at Saurous. "Not killing. Intimidating. 18 CHA, remember?" She says, and returns her gaze to Maggot.

"theirs one flaw in your plan. That's a truth potion you took. So...

What's your plan?"

Saurous
2007-04-08, 04:36 PM
"Something stupid, I'm sure. I don't exactly like the look of the love potion."


"Kill him? Over my dead body!"

"The robot is clearly in power now, moron. But Banjulhu demands that the robot lives to bring the champion to his destiny."

"Your dead body? That is capable of being aranged."

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 04:38 PM
"Something stupid, I'm sure. I don't exactly like the look of the love potion."



"Your dead body? That is capable of being aranged."

The golden eyed one opens his mouth to respond, but the other one interrupts by summoning several puppet servitors. (puppets in the literal sense.) They start pummeling Saurous.

Raistlin1040
2007-04-08, 04:39 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZnhuOEUFXA
That song begins playing as Raistlin enters.
'Sup?

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 04:44 PM
((I set it up so you'd find that flaw on purpose. :smallbiggrin: ))

:smalleek: What?!? No! You're supposed to guess, and be certain that I'm not lying! That's what the potion was for!

My plan was to-*A loud crash is heard, as a certain futuristic, female bounty hunter arrives, using the remains of a wall as her entrance.*

Mag, sorry I'm late. So...*Samus Aran takes a look around and notices the potions.* You want me to save you from a drinking party? :smallconfused:

No. I kicked this necromancer's personification of happiness, which angered the necro guy's elf/drow lover. As you know, I'm not good at survivng psycho elf chick attacks.

Sounds like you're getting what you deserve.

:smallfrown: Get me out of this and I'll upgrade your ship with some new laser thingys I made.

*Sigh.* Okay, Mag. Hmm...what'd you say the elf girl's name was?

Moon Called.

Moon, think we could discuss this matter in private? Away from all the dumb, drooling boys like that one? *Points at Happiness*

Saurous
2007-04-08, 04:48 PM
"HEY! I'm not dumb and drooling! I'm just dumb!


...wait, that came out wrong."

"Honestly, he never was actually part of my mind. He somehow managed to get past my mental defenses."

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 04:49 PM
((... You stole Tiger, didn't you?))

Moon Called looks at the newly-arrived bounty-hunter, and shrugs. "Sure." She lofts her greatsword over her shoulder, and, as she turns, takes off Maggot's head.

"Oops."

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 04:51 PM
The Banjulhu fanatic frowns at MC, and gestures, reattaching Magtok's head.

Raistlin1040
2007-04-08, 04:51 PM
The music continues to play as Raistlin looks amused.

Saurous
2007-04-08, 04:53 PM
((... You stole Tiger, didn't you?))

Moon Called looks at the newly-arrived bounty-hunter, and shrugs. "Sure." She lofts her greatsword over her shoulder, and, as she turns, takes off Maggot's head.

"Oops."

Saurous stifles a laugh, and then glares at the Banjulhu Fanatic.

"Must you always destroy everyone else's fun?"

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 04:58 PM
Banjulhu's servitors continue beating on Saurous.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 05:00 PM
The Magtok turns out to actually be a...Magtok. So much for that "not dying" personal record.

Damn...now I have to go and figure out how long its been so I know what my new record is. :smallfrown:

Wait...this was all over some trivial personal record for living for a long time? I thought you said the clones weren't working right! :smallannoyed:

:smallbiggrin: Yup...about two whole weeks! And the clones were fine.

:smallmad: Why shouldn't I kill you?

Umm...I...remember that thing that happened with the Master Chief from Halo? Oh, and you're a Good alignment!

Yes, you're right.

So...do I live this time?

Saurous
2007-04-08, 05:06 PM
Saurous manages to move his hand around in the air above his head in a certain gesture. A red symbol appears above his head, and it sends a burst out towards the ground. Thick beams of red energy spring out of the ground, and tie the servitors to the floor.

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 05:07 PM
The voice of Banjulhu says something incoherent to mortals, and the servitors are freed.

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-08, 05:07 PM
* Godmods Magtok's Death *
No.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 05:08 PM
Moon Called raises an eyebrow, not quite sure about what she's sure are video game refrences mean.

Saurous
2007-04-08, 05:12 PM
Saurous snaps his fingers, causing the servitors to explode from the inside out. He glances at Magtok.

"Wait, the Master Chief? What did you do to him?"

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 05:13 PM
^ Spell Resistance


* Godmods Magtok's Death *
No.

The servitors lunge at Rex, draining him.

Lord Herman
2007-04-08, 05:16 PM
*wanders into AMEN HQ, holding a tray full of shiny rings*

Hello there, evildoers! Can I interest you in these magical rings? They protect the wearer from having their head lopped off by a hero. Guaranteed! And because you're so... um... evil, I'm offering them to you cheap! Only a thousand gold pieces a piece! So, who's interested?

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 05:16 PM
Moon Called raises an eyebrow, not quite sure about what she's sure are video game refrences mean.

((All I did was steal two well-known video game characters. Just their names and their appearance. The rest is made up as I go along.))


"Wait, the Master Chief? What did you do to him?"

Its a really long story. *Buys a ring.*

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 05:17 PM
I'm interested in stealing your kidneys...

Saurous
2007-04-08, 05:23 PM
((All I did was steal two well-known video game characters. Just their names and their appearance. The rest is made up as I go along.))



Its a really long story. *Buys a ring.*

"I've got time. I mean, if you aren't going to have to flee from your bounty hunter girlfriend, or if MC doesn't decide to kill you again."

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-08, 05:24 PM
*wanders into AMEN HQ, holding a tray full of shiny rings*

Hello there, evildoers! Can I interest you in these magical rings? They protect the wearer from having their head lopped off by a hero. Guaranteed! And because you're so... um... evil, I'm offering them to you cheap! Only a thousand gold pieces a piece! So, who's interested?

* Rips out kidneys with a copy of the not yet existant AMEN roleplaying game I'm supposed to be working on, steals rings, urinates on corpse, flies away to continue working on game *

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 05:31 PM
First, let me explain a few things. This particular Master Chief existed in a faraway dimension constructed by the thoughts and dreams of 1337 people.

A dimension where various videogame characters intermingle and coexist. I wanted to call it "Reference Overload Land" when I first found it, but it already had a name.

And everyone thought your idea was silly.

That was the point! AMEN's name is silly, EVIL's name is silly, etc.

As I was saying, its a big world with randomly placed videogame references tossed everywhere.

You have an equal chance of stomping goombas as you do facing off against Sephiroth (who I never met. I also never played his game.)

So...you get the idea so far, right? Do I need to repeat anything?

Saurous
2007-04-08, 05:32 PM
"Wait a moment."

A couch slides out from nowhere, and Saurous sits down on it.

"Okay, continue."

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 05:47 PM
Ahem...((Time for a SW reference!))


A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...


AMEN -1: The Pwntom Menace

The galaxy is in a time of great upheaval and all the other boring nonsense about Rebels and Space Nazis called Imperials led by Magtok. However, the people of Pwntooine in said galaxy manage to somehow live lives that have absolutely nothing to do with the aforementioned civil war.

In Pwntooine, a dark 1337 monster ruled over all with an attitude, calling everyone "noob" and spouting indecipherable nonsense whenever he was spoken to. A 1337 guy named Master Cheif, the personification of the worst characteristics of MMORPG players and the kind of folk who I've heard are hated by those who play Halo online.

He treated his girlfriend (Samus) like crap. Forcing her to wear a big heavy suit while all the other videogame women got to not look androgynous to a casual gamer. Forcing her to do all sorts of demeaning labor and stuff, the couple became very much like Jabba the Hutt and Leia in Ep. VI of Star Wars.

Magtok eventually visited the world to recruit forces for the evil empire of the Galactic Civil War. He despised how Maser Cheif treated women, despised the 1337-speak, and completely flipped out. The rest is history.

*Turns off film projector built into head.*

Done.

Saurous
2007-04-08, 05:53 PM
"Ah, I see. But I have a question. If you freed Samus from Master Chief, then why does she still wear the armor suit?"

((Note: You never did mention if she still had the armor on or not, so don't yell if she doesn't have it on anymore))

Raistlin1040
2007-04-08, 06:11 PM
Raistlin pipes up
What does this look like to you Saurous?
http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2006/151/928518_20050601_thumb012.jpg

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 06:20 PM
I think this place needs an infusion...

OF FLAVOR!

*cooks up a delicious 1610 course evil villain banquet and invites all to attend.*

Contrary to popular belief, it is not 1610 courses of squid.

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-08, 06:31 PM
Mmmmm! Villain Banquet! *munchmunchmunch*

Saurous
2007-04-08, 06:36 PM
"I've learned not to except anything edible from fellow AMENites at this point. Vespe's an idiot, so I understand why he dived in so quickly."

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 06:41 PM
"I've learned not to except anything edible from fellow AMENites at this point. Vespe's an idiot, so I understand why he dived in so quickly."

Silly Saurous. Evil overlords have a mark of honour in banquets. Vespe is quite alive, I assure you. Look, still scoffing away. Come now. Enjoy yourself! Don't be so stuff, or I'll break your fingers off.

Saurous
2007-04-08, 06:43 PM
"Not taking my chances, thank you very much."

Saurous scans the food for poisoning or explosives.

Raistlin1040
2007-04-08, 06:53 PM
Raistlin stands up.
I don't acually eat.

Mr. Moon
2007-04-08, 06:56 PM
"I know!" Moon Called pulls out a scroll of Bless Food and uses it on the food. "That should do it."

She sits down at the table, and begins to eat.

Saurous
2007-04-08, 07:01 PM
"I...guess that works. Hmm."

He somehow also casts Neutralize Poison on the food, just in case, and also begins eating.

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 07:08 PM
A clone walks in, casts Mass Dispel Plot, and begins eating.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 07:19 PM
((RP now deactivated.))

By the way, I edited that entire story heavily, cut out the Showdown at Blood Gulch, and removed the parts that make me look bad. If you want the whole story, you'll have to put me under a Truth spell later. Oh, and I'm still Lawful Evil, was Lawful Evil, and always will be Lawful Evil. The fact I assumed the protagonist role once means nothing.

*Due to not having any real reason to still be here (and because Magtok's player sucks at skillfully RPing any character other than himself for more than 5 min. at a time) Samus Aran leaves in her ship.*

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 07:29 PM
Little do you all know.....
THAT FOOD HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!!!!
MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!
Now, we organize our "Invade RB" plot.
Or I promise you..... I will retroactively do something to this food!

Saurous
2007-04-08, 07:36 PM
((RP now deactivated.))

By the way, I edited that entire story heavily, cut out the Showdown at Blood Gulch, and removed the parts that make me look bad. If you want the whole story, you'll have to put me under a Truth spell later. Oh, and I'm still Lawful Evil, was Lawful Evil, and always will be Lawful Evil. The fact I assumed the protagonist role once means nothing.

*Due to not having any real reason to still be here (and because Magtok's player sucks at skillfully RPing any character other than himself for more than 5 min. at a time) Samus Aran leaves in her ship.*

"That's nice, Magtok. Now why don't you shut up, and sit down to have dinner with us?"

Saurous pushes over a plate with newly poisoned food on it.

PirateMonk
2007-04-08, 07:45 PM
((RP now deactivated.))

By the way, I edited that entire story heavily, cut out the Showdown at Blood Gulch, and removed the parts that make me look bad. If you want the whole story, you'll have to put me under a Truth spell later. Oh, and I'm still Lawful Evil, was Lawful Evil, and always will be Lawful Evil. The fact I assumed the protagonist role once means nothing.

*Due to not having any real reason to still be here (and because Magtok's player sucks at skillfully RPing any character other than himself for more than 5 min. at a time) Samus Aran leaves in her ship.*

((Actually, she would be hit by Dispel Plot.))

Lord Magtok
2007-04-08, 07:46 PM
Sorry, I don't eat poison, Saur.

Saurous
2007-04-08, 07:47 PM
"Aww, crap. You caught me, Magtok. Did you also notice the fact that it is beeping?"

The plate of food lets out a loud beep, and then releases a lethal explosion towards Magtok's face.

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 07:59 PM
You guys have no tact.
*Magics away Saurous and Maggy into a large arena type room with unlimited weapons choices and armies and workshops and everything.*

*Magics a TV screen into being*
Entertainment!

Saurous
2007-04-08, 08:01 PM
Saurous looks about the arena.

"You pull one trick, and D'anna goes off on you. Is it possible that I can postpone this? I don't really want to kill Magtok any further at the moment."

Saurous "magics" himself back out of the arena, and back into the base.

Vespe Ratavo
2007-04-08, 08:06 PM
In AD 2007 war was beginning

Vespe: What happen?
NPC: Somebody set us up the bomb
NPC: We get signal
Vespe: What?
NPC: Mainscreen turn on
Vespe: Its you
Devlin, Vespe's Evil Twin: How are you gentlemen
Devlin: All your base are belong to us
Devlin: You are on the way to destruction
Vespe: What you say
Devlin: You have no chance to survive make your time hahaha.

A fleet of ships begin firing at AMEN HQ while the song "All your base" plays in the background.

Vespe: Move Zig!
A fleet of Zigs engage the fleet in combat.

Cyrano
2007-04-08, 08:13 PM
Saurous looks about the arena.

"You pull one trick, and D'anna goes off on you. Is it possible that I can postpone this? I don't really want to kill Magtok any further at the moment."

Saurous "magics" himself back out of the arena, and back into the base.

*Sigh*
Fine then. No entertainment for us.

*Goes into space, floods ships with squid, uses up oxygen, kills entire fleet(s).*

Say...how about we corrupt some spaniards to dress up and swordfight for us?

Fus.Weapon 1337
2007-04-09, 12:01 AM
Raistlin pipes up
What does this look like to you Saurous?
http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2006/151/928518_20050601_thumb012.jpg

Hey, it's Samus!

Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
2007-04-09, 12:13 AM
European settlers parachute from a dark, convex shape high in the sky. As the land, one, presumably the leader, pulls out a very large banner from seemingly nowhere.

"I claim this land, which we assume is the planet India VII, in the name of King, Country, and God Himself!"

The settlers cheer, rusty bayonets glinted dimly in the like of the sunset behind as they lift their muskets and automatic weaponry high. Meanwhile, several Death Gliders fly in formation above them, and as they turn massive trolls can be seen in the cokpits. A Panzer plummets from the shape aboe, now identifiable as a massive ship which looks to have been constructed from the derelict hulls of a thousand fleets and tied to a stable wormhole for propulsion.

The tank's hatch opens shorlty after it hits the ground, and a familiar goblin climbs out, wearing a general's cap to compliment the green coat, festooned with medals and such things. Fullbladder's appearance lacks only the signature crossbow, which would probably explain the rather annoyed expression on the currently female goblin's face.

"This isn't India VII. This is bloody well AMEN. ... I need to fire that navigator."

She puts a hand to her forehead, then gives up and, allowing the troops to set up camp a safe distance away, joins the main AMEN group at whatever is occuring.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 01:56 PM
*The mysterious OOC being that alone rules over Magtok takes the cyborg by the throat and glares at him.*

No more plots for now, okay? The last one sucked and was something made up without putting even one thought into it.

In fact, I'm imploding that universe place you mentioned earlier, just to make sure I won't have to do anything more with that failure of a plot.

But...but...

Fine. One plot this week. One that deosn't involve delving into your past. I'm going to summon your teenage self here, and see what happens and how long he lasts.

When?

Not this post. I've said enough, and if I don't leave soon your buds will kill me.

Aww...

*The OOC being of darkness teleports away.*

Saurous
2007-04-09, 01:58 PM
"Dang. I was thinking that no one was going to post here at least for another few hours. Is this a new record for a drought of posts? There is an almost 13 hour difference between Fullbladder's and Magtok's post."

Castaras
2007-04-09, 01:59 PM
Heh.

Castaras picks up a dead rebel pie.

Time to see what went wrong with it...

She goes into the kitchen and starts taking apart the pie bit by bit.

Goblin Music
2007-04-09, 02:03 PM
look a death star!

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 02:06 PM
"Dang. I was thinking that no one was going to post here at least for another few hours. Is this a new record for a drought of posts? There is an almost 13 hour difference between Fullbladder's and Magtok's post."

What?!? *Checks for himself.* Whoa...But I saved us from falling to page two! We were the second to last thread left on the page! Yay for me!:smallbiggrin:

Castaras
2007-04-09, 02:20 PM
Yay. I'm sure everyone is really proud of you. :smallannoyed:

She carries on with her disecting of the unfortunate pie.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 02:26 PM
Grumpy, sarcastic pie witch...

*Magtok heads to his lab to do something insignificant and unimportant.*

Castaras
2007-04-09, 02:29 PM
You'll pay for that Magtok. Out of character, you will pay! :smallannoyed:

She summons some more normal pies.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 02:33 PM
What? I said witch, not...what you think I said!

And how do you plan to get the OOC guy? He's near unstoppable. He puts me through all this pain and suffering and getting beaten up by women intentionally! No doubt any attack on him will be turned into a lame joke for his own amusement.

*Feeling angry, the "OOC guy" drops a rabid kitten from Ghost Train on Magtok's bald, exposed head.*

Castaras
2007-04-09, 02:35 PM
More of an attack on his sanity, and an attack on your pride...:smallamused:

http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u130/Castaras/MagtokPie.png

A rebel pie walks out of its hiding place. It glares at the HQ in general, before stalking off, annoyed.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 02:39 PM
*Magtok tosses the cat off his head, and watches the pie with a look of jealousy.*

Why don't I have a gun that shiny?

((Nice work. Have you tried making an undead pie yet?))

Castaras
2007-04-09, 02:41 PM
(( Not yet...Hmm...Maybe I should pieitize the whole of AMEN...:smallamused: ))

The pie looks at himself, and the gun, and throws down his gun in disgust.

I quit this lousy job!

It storms out through the fourth wall and into the distance.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 02:45 PM
*Magtok dives for the gun, catches it before it hits the ground, and puts it in a tiny little holster that didn't exist until just now.*

Rex Idiotarum
2007-04-09, 02:46 PM
Cap a Lurker while you're leaving!

Goblin Music
2007-04-09, 02:50 PM
looks for the hole in time

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 02:53 PM
looks for the hole in time

((My bad. I fixed it now.))

PirateMonk
2007-04-09, 04:06 PM
(( Not yet...Hmm...Maybe I should pieitize the whole of AMEN...:smallamused: ))

((But you still don't know what PM looks like...))

Goblin Music
2007-04-09, 04:08 PM
ker-killedy

Zar Peter
2007-04-09, 04:12 PM
Doesn't matter what PM looks like, as a quaterling his pie would be as big as a penny coin. Only Me with my telescope could see some details on it!

PirateMonk
2007-04-09, 04:13 PM
((Wrong scope. :smallwink: :smalltongue: ))

Zar Peter
2007-04-09, 04:18 PM
Oh no! First I shoot your pie to the moon, then I use my telescope and can see the details. All correct!

Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
2007-04-09, 04:36 PM
The universe and all things involving Fullbladder explode in a fiery rain of boredom.

PirateMonk
2007-04-09, 04:44 PM
http://www.sloganizer.net/en/image,AMEN,white,black.png (http://www.sloganizer.net/en/)

Goblin Music
2007-04-09, 04:47 PM
*laugh*
twist ((do it with AMEN))

PirateMonk
2007-04-09, 05:07 PM
"A safe place in an unsafe world." Riiiiiiight... :smallamused:

Goblin Music
2007-04-09, 05:12 PM
that is so wrong. just wrong.

Saurous
2007-04-09, 05:23 PM
Saurous walks into the base along with Admiral Thrawn.

"...and I need you to release the army of undead Visigoths into the streets of New York, get the orbital, soul-powered laser cannon set up, and I need that order of enchanted swords in by tomorrow."

"Yes, Saurous."

"Oh, and make sure you drop the payload of extra Easter eggs on Magtok's quarters, not me, this time."

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 05:32 PM
Wait...what? Dump those eggs, and Maur finds out something his young mind should never have to know about until later. It involves you, MC, and an inn. :smallannoyed:

Saurous
2007-04-09, 05:34 PM
.... :smalleek:

Saurous grabs Thrawn by the shoulder as he walks away.

On second thought, drop those on PM's quarters.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 05:48 PM
Smart move, necromancer.

Saurous
2007-04-09, 05:51 PM
"Do you know what is odd? I'm actually in a good mood today.


....and something is about to ruin said good mood, isn't it?"

"Face-hugging koala attack!"

Maur rushes past Saurous and Magtok. Saurous ducks as a horde of koala bears leap over him. Some latch onto Magtok's head.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 06:08 PM
"Face-hugging koala attack!"

Crap. Did I build this thread too close to that Trog show in FB?

*Struggles with several koalas, as a teenager wearing baggy blue jeans, and a red T-Shirt with a "Close to Home" single-panel comic on it is warped into AMEN.*

Where the hell am I, what's with the koalas, and what is with the zombie arm guy, the walking pies, and the idiot with the koala on his face?

Saurous
2007-04-09, 06:16 PM
"I guess the most of the koalas are gone now, except the one that decided to attach to your face. I don't thin- Oh crap, they're coming back!"

Saurous begins running in the opposite direction, as Maur runs past him. The koala horde rams into Saurous, and a pair of koalas latch onto Saurous's face.

"...okay, where is MC? Or at least Fullbladder? I'm not good with trying to calm koalas."

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 06:28 PM
The kid (who strangely has the exact same scar along his eye as Magtok) watches the koalas attack Saurous and Magtok, and laughs at the two of them.

Saurous
2007-04-09, 06:39 PM
Saurous pulls one of the koalas off, and sets it down on the ground.

"Okay, run along, and make sure you torture Magtok."

The koala runs over to Magtok, and latches onto his leg. Saurous then pulls off the other koala.

"Now, as for you..."

The koala puts on it's cutest face.

"...okay, I can see why Moon likes cute and fluffy things."

Saurous tosses the second koala at Magtok, and it latches onto his arm.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 06:44 PM
The kid walks over to Saurous.

Excuse me, but could you tell me where I am? I think I'm lost.

*Meanwhile, Magtok tries to pry the koalas off, and considers shooting them for a moment, untl he realizes Gun + Koala = MC racing after Magtok with a big sword.*

Saurous
2007-04-09, 06:50 PM
"Um, you're in the Silly Message Board Game pocket dimension in the Playground forum. You're kinda stuck in AMEN HQ, the haven of idiots and villains."

Saurous thinks about killing a few koalas in the horde, but he remembers the equation that he had been burned into his mind by now: Killing+Cute fluffly animals= Upset MC= Depressed and sad Saurous.

Lord Magtok
2007-04-09, 06:56 PM
"Um, you're in the Silly Message Board Game pocket dimension in the Playground forum. You're kinda stuck in AMEN HQ, the haven of idiots and villains."

Saurous thinks about killing a few koalas in the horde, but he remembers the equation that had been burned into his mind by now.

((Umm...about that, you see, in the middle of the night I got drunk, and took my cattle brand and levels in Quack Neurosurgeon, and...umm...sorry. :smallfrown: ))

I'm in the haven of what and what now? I don't think I heard you right.

Meanwhile, Magtok struggles with the task of getting koalas off his legs without scratching them with his sharp metal fingers and lack of a thumb.