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Guys I Am Thinking About Taking A Little Break; From The Internet
Topic Started: Aug 20 2006, 01:36 PM (3,224 Views)
syko	Jul 19 2008, 11:10 PM Post #851
Self-Proclaimed Lord of Pointless Spamming Posts: 28,280 Group: Elite Member Member #3 Joined: February 4, 2005	Shurb Boy: Perhaps you may be wrong, but there is always the possibility of being incorrect, even in the pursuit of simple knowledge. Besides, I would argue that the very point we are making is that your assertions, though not regulated by experience or actual fact, or the very essence of our opinions because they are your perspective. Scrub Boy: Hah, I'll show you calm and delirious! SHOW YOU WITH MY SCALPEL! Sherbert Boy: I think you have... but I don't mind if you tell me again. It's certainly better than being this imbecile's pretend-assistant. Shh Rub Boy: Hazzah, look at that! Half way there! His leaves begin stretching and growing. Shrusprek Boy: Difficult to adapt to it, at least. In our day and age, it is actually quite simply to legally alter your name. Knowledge Shrub: I knew that. I just thought I'd let you know. Shrub Boy: I'm sorry, Super Tree! I'm a pretty bad sidekick, I just get so worked up and it leads to immature attempts to insult you. He Row: Why would I continue to listen to your words if you claim them to be magical and capable of killing me, Vill Anne? Surely you do not think me that moronic. Ze Row: Oh, I would like, but I can't just lounge around while you're doing things, even if you don't need my help. Shrub Boy: Jumping Jelly Beans, Super Tree, I'm sorry! I spoke before even considering what my happen because of my bad puns! Jumping Jelly Beans: Boing Boing. Shrub Boy: Well... at least it's not something annoying. Power-Prism Woman: You know I didn't mean it like that, Frank! I'm just as insecure, I just always flaunt my powers to hide it. Tricked by Time: Seriously, did that really happen!? I had no idea! Just like I haev no idea how this possibly took seventeen minutes to post! Edited by syko, Jul 19 2008, 11:11 PM.
	Two paths diverged in a wood, and I, blind to the choices presented, wandered into the middle.


Chal'ocks Kyntxisson	Jul 21 2008, 12:34 AM Post #852
ModCon Champion YMTC 2005 Posts: 6,142 Group: Elite Member Member #2 Joined: February 3, 2005	Supr Tree: You have a point, but the complexity of your argument may result in a fallacy. The assertion that one's assertions are essential and "true" because of the fact that they are a personal perspective is the core of your argument, and this seems a little circular to me. It proves itself true because the statement itself is proved true by the terms of the statement, but why is it true in the first place? I think that we ought to be talking about the essence of what truth itself is. Soaper Tree: I told you! Neither of us can move! Scooper Tree: Well anyway, my job is really horrible. HORRIBLE Sioux Purr Tree: dramatic music accompanies the breaking free of another root, and another. Leaves rustle in triumph as this simple tree from a poor family begins to overcome the only limitation or weakness that trees, the mightiest of beings, have. Dramatic Music Guy: I provide the dramatic music! In case, you know, you were wondering where it came from. Smooprer Tree: In that case, I suppose it is our duty to warn those with ridiculous names of the social stigma this would cause. Trivia Tree: Okay. Um... this is still a little awkward. Do you... um. Could I buy you a drink, maybe?
	"To be is to do" - Socrates "To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Satre "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra


Chal'ocks Kyntxisson	Jul 21 2008, 01:05 AM Post #853
ModCon Champion YMTC 2005 Posts: 6,142 Group: Elite Member Member #2 Joined: February 3, 2005	Super Tree: Just forget about your stupid mistakes, okay? This is important! Vill Anne: Eggledy Peggledy pumpkin pie, make me a snake that's twelve feet high! A Snake That's Twelve Feet High: A HISS SO LOUD IT SEEMS LIKE A ROAR Vill Anne: Hahahaha! I've won this battle of wits! You really expected me to ask you to do something that would let me kill you? No! I've used reverse psychology! My spell was ONLY effective if no one listened to it! I've won our little mind game, and now you will meet your death by snake! Nothing can stop me! Nothing can stop me now!!! The Narrator: Wow, this is so goddamn epic. I was supposed to say some narration or something, but it's just so epic. I can't look away. Swill Anne: Thanks, that's sweet of you... but you don't have to worry, my friends are here at the door! Hello, everyone! Laurie: Hi! Matt: Hey! Jen: How's it going, Anne? Swill Anne: Great! Everyone's here... unless you said you had some friends involved in this whole endeavor that were coming here too? Did you say something like that? Super Tree: It's important, I say! Listen, Shh Rub Boy and Sioux Purr Tree are moving. This is the sort of development that could tie all these disparate subplots together! And you know what happens when plot threads are tied together... Stupor Tree: ehhh... i sure don't... listen i'm not uh... uh... uh... feel - feeling so well right at the moment could i lie down somewhere maybe please? ehhhh Super Tree: Go away. When plot threads are tied together, it means the whole thing is drawing to a close! An end to all this! To stupid sidekicks, to everything... I can finally get some peace after all these long years of miserable, miserable times with you, my idiotic sidekick, and all these random people! Finally, a chance to- 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: Halt! Wait a minute! You aren't supposed to know that you're a fictional cha- Super Tree: Shut up! Listen! I've forgotten already! What were we talking about again? See? Now go away! Just shut up and go away! I swear, if one more annoying and useless character shows up, I'm going to scream. Force-Field Man: Really? You're serious? Finally, I've met someone who... understands me! Trickster of Time: Yes, these posts take forever! The plot moves at just a GLACIAL pace. It's ridiculous. And it's not helped by problems like when someone accidently posts when only half the post is done, then writes an entire edit but the edit time runs out so they have to rewrite the entire second half of the post all over again. Fortunately, the poster has a good memory, so this revised half is just a better version of the original. But still! It's completely ridiculous how slow this- 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: Halt! You aren't supposed to know anything about - anything about - anything about - anything about - anything about - anything about... Trickster of Time: Yes, it's a mean prank. But it had to be done to get rid of that annoying one-sided character. And don't worry, Tricked by Time, I'll free them eventually. Now... what prank to play on this unsuspecting cast of characters... Looper Tree: How about a time loop?! Super Tree: ARRRGGHHHH!!!
	"To be is to do" - Socrates "To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Satre "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra


Chal'ocks Kyntxisson	Jul 21 2008, 01:07 AM Post #854
ModCon Champion YMTC 2005 Posts: 6,142 Group: Elite Member Member #2 Joined: February 3, 2005	[i hope someone is reading all that, because i put way too much time into it!!!]
	"To be is to do" - Socrates "To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Satre "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra


syko	Jul 21 2008, 03:26 AM Post #855
Self-Proclaimed Lord of Pointless Spamming Posts: 28,280 Group: Elite Member Member #3 Joined: February 4, 2005	Shurb Boy: You certainly have a point, and one which certainly should be investigated further, for I had simply been regarding the immediate effects of my philosophy upon our own conversation so as to remove the inevitable aspect of potentially being incorrect, and had thus not considered the implications of such an argument upon the definition of truth itself! Also, as you may be able to notice from that previous statement, I seem to only be capable of talking in circles Scrub Boy: Hah, if you believe such a thing, then I have already won! HUZZAH! Sherbert Boy: Please, do go on. Shh Rub Boy: You're free! Its such a beautiful and inspiring sight. Tears stream from his roots as they tear from the earth, rerouting a nearby stream. Dramatic Music Composer Guy: I composed the music provided by dramatic music guy, just in case you were wondering. I know you weren't, but apparently this thread exists in a sort of temporal universe fueled by causally affected dual-consciousnesses, which makes no sense to me. I am just the dramatic music composer guy. Shrusprek Boy: Yes, that is our duty. However, I think we should go even beyond and attempt to erradicate such stigma from our society entirely, so that others with names as ridiculous as ours need not worry. Shrub Boy: Cucumbers of chaos, Super Tree, it looks like you've discovered the secret behind this infernal loop of horrible character design! He Row: Alas, you wretched fiend, how dare you trick me so! Certainly there can be none more evil than you. However, I think that the powers of good can triumph over evil, for I am never unprepaired! Geronimo, I need your aid! Geronimo, the Mongoose: Looks at the monstrous snake and gulps nervously. He Row: Fear not, my friend, for your courageous heart can easily outmatch such a cruel and terrible beast! The Narration: THIS IS FING EPIC. Ze Row: I don't think I said anything like that. However, my friends do tend to arrive unexpectedly. Wilson: Good evening. Matilda: Hello everybody! Patrick: Hey Row! Ze Row: Wow, talk about perfect timing. Sligtly creepy, but perfect nonetheless. I trust you don't mind, Anne? Shrub Boy: It seems that they're on to you, Super Tree! Not only are those two moving, but it seems that our dyslexic immitators are having a philosophical discussion which could easily tie into and even explain all of this! Jumping Jelly Beans: Leap into Stupor Tree's foliage.* Shrub Boy: And on top of that, the Dramatic Music Guy and his composer affiliate seem to have discerned the nature of our existence bubble. Surely we can use this to our advanta- 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol: Hey look, the fourth wall. Let's smash it, boys! Shrub Boy: No, you can't do that! We have just made a huge breakthrough, and you only exist because of it! Just start fighting with your dual opposite so we can finally relieve ourselves of this. I must find a way to void this infernal contract so that I can be free of my master's insane whims! Power-Prism Woman: Oh, I understand far more than that. Have you ever wanted to just... use your powers to do something... nice for yourself? I mean, just ignore the public for a day and take a vacation! But I'm always so afraid of what they'll say about me. Tricked By Time: Wow, that would certainly add to the annoying factor of this thread. Good thing that poster is clearly a genius. And not just super intelligent, but hilarious, too! If only the other poster had anything new to add, besides just repeating the ideas and themes already established by the genius poster. 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol: Hey look, the fourth wall. Let's smash it, boys! Smacks 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol over the head. Tricked By Time: A time loop would be good, but is it really neccessary? These guys don't even have a clue that they're being tricked right now! Dub Boy: You could switch people's minds and bodies, woohee! Shrub Boy: Oh dear. [Haha, it definitely paid off, though! Fantastic post, considering how much you did with it (we'll consider it one post =P.) The best part was Vill Anne's magic jingle, that made me laugh so hard!]
	Two paths diverged in a wood, and I, blind to the choices presented, wandered into the middle.


Chal'ocks Kyntxisson	Jul 23 2008, 10:00 PM Post #856
ModCon Champion YMTC 2005 Posts: 6,142 Group: Elite Member Member #2 Joined: February 3, 2005	Supr Tree: This is interesting, because it seems to me that my own arguments fall into a similar pattern. When I first noticed this characteristic of my own and other people's speech, I had a foolish idea that this characteristic could be the result of some fundamental problem in the very make-up of our universe, but I dismissed this idea as a foolish whim. But recent events and the nature of your speech make me think that my idea may not have been so foolish after all, and also make me notice that my own speech patterns are quite similar to yours. Soaper Tree: You're talking nonsense! Scooper Tree: Well, there's not a whole lot for me to go on about! I mean, my job is just HORRIBLE! But... that's really it! I have nothing else to say! I feel so empty inside... Sioux Purr Tree: the dramatic music continues as the breaking-free-from-the-earth does Dramatic Music Guy: Yes, the dramatic music does do that. Is there any chance I could get... you know, paid? I'm sick of being told that I'll have to wait till next week, again and again... The Producer: I'm doing what I can, just be patient. Smooprer Tree: I believe that that would be difficult! And those with ridiculous names would likely show no gratitude... those pathetic ingratefuls... I think a far simpler solution exists, to put an end to the problem of ridiculous names once and for all... Trivia Tree: Um.. hello? Er... forget I asked. I'm sorry. turns away awkwardly Super Tree: You dare call me insane? I did everything for you, you idiot! You ungrateful little idiot! I'll praise the day when I am finally rid of you! Stop deluding yourself that we need each other! We don't, all right? Vill Anne: Ha! You've prevented one of my plans for a little while... A Snake That's Twelve Feet High: telepathy um it might be more than a little while looks at Geronimo The Mongoose and gulps nervously Vill Anne: For a little while! However, if you didn't expect not to find that I was not never unprepared as well, you would be mistaken, for I am indeed prepared! I raise my hands to the evil sky god... and ask that the most powerful creatures in the sky be called to my aid! Hahaha! My plea is answered! Attack, swarm of geese! Swarm of Geese: SO MANY SQAWKS AND HONKS AT ONE TIME THAT IT IS A HORRIBLE AND TERRIFYING CACAPHONY Vill Anne: He Row, once my swarm of geese has dealt with you, my dastardly plans can be carried out! Nothing can stop me now!!! The Narrator: Actually, I think they've crossed a line. It's getting a little ridiculous right now. I think this should have been edited down a little more. The Editor: Hey, take it up with the writer. Swill Anne: Of course I don't mind! The more the merrier! (To a point, of course.) Laurie: Fine with me. Matt: Hey, I agree with that about the more the merrier. Jen: I don't.. But um. Nice to meet you all! Swill Anne: Now... shall we discuss our coffee shop plans? Ed: Hey, mind if I drop in? Kate: And me as well? Swill Anne: Um... sure, welcome! It's sweet of you two to come over, you should more often. But we don't want this to get too epic over here! Now, the coffee shop plans... Super Tree: Now listen. We need to work together, this one last time. Here's wh- Stupor Tree: arrgh... eh... what's going on here... what's in my foliage? What? what is in my foliage? get it out get it out ehfgggg.... get it out pleeease Super Tree: I said go away. Now the plot threads are being tied together, the end might not be in sight, but at least now it is possible. We need to urge it along. 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: Halt! Wai- Hold on? Who are you? The 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol? Why did you just smack us over the head? Super Tree: But how? I think we need to urge along the creation of some cataclysmic event. But where is there such an epic event happening? Force-Field Man: I've always felt the same way... I guess we actually have a lot in common, it seems like... But wait! There's no time for that! What's happening on the psychedelic volkswagen bus we have been holding up all this time? What's going on? The Evil Hippie: Hahahhahahaha! It is I! The Evil Hippie, man! If only my old nemesis Super Tree were here to see me now, that would make my latest plan have the ring of poetic justice to it! But wait! Is that him at the top of that cliff?! It is! Far out! Well, I suppose he can't hear me from such a height. Bummer. But my plans wait for no man! (or tree.) Listen closely, you two force-field buffoons, as I carefully outline my latest plan from the safety of my aquarian Energy-Bubble - far superior to your designs from a more conservative time. You cats will never be able to touch me as I describe my plan... to DESTROY THE UNIVERSE!!! Trickster of Time: Well, it's very difficult to contribute nothing to a thread -- and this poster is certainly contributing a lot more than that! Even if it weren't for the brilliant and hilarious ideas constantly added by this poster, his presence would still be missed if he were absent, because the thread would be a one-sided conversation! There's no reason to lose self-esteem about the kind of great posts this poster has been writing. But if only he added even more characters, to make this even more ridiculous and overwrought. 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: are too busy fighting their rival Patrol to intervene Trickster of Time: Hey, how did they get out of their looping prank? A simple smack over the head should not be enough to knock someone out of a prank like that... unless... but no! It can't be! But it's the only explanation! Looper Tree: explodes from the suspense of the moment and from being a useless character Trickster of Time: The fabric of time itself has been... irrevocably damaged! Time is in danger of folding in on itself... putting not only this universe, but perhaps others as well, in danger! We don't have much time to lose! Er... so to speak. Super Tree: There's really just nothing epic going on at all. Maybe urging on a cataclysmic event really isn't the best way to end all this. [if the server goes down or something and all this is lost for ever, I'm going to be soooo angry.] Edited by Chal'ocks Kyntxisson, Jul 23 2008, 10:03 PM.
	"To be is to do" - Socrates "To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Satre "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra


syko	Sep 29 2008, 10:58 PM Post #857
Self-Proclaimed Lord of Pointless Spamming Posts: 28,280 Group: Elite Member Member #3 Joined: February 4, 2005	Shurb Boy: What an endlessly fascinating discovery we have made! Perhaps there is more to ascertain from it than simply the quirky behavior of our speech patterns and thought processes, as it seems to me that the entire universe is beginning to flow in a circular fashion, as indicated by these fellows near us. Scrub Boy: Nonsense? Negatory, for sense is the essence of my sentences! Sherbert Boy: Empty... what do you mean? Like... you need something... inside you? I feel like that all the time. Shh Rub Boy: The Dramatic Music Composer Guy continues composing music as the breaking free of the earth does. Dramatic Music Composer Guy: There's just so much action going on here! Its providing me with endless inspiration! The Producer's Patient: What, but that's me! He can't BE me! I even have trouble being me, because I don't even know what I am! What the hell is the patient of a producer!? Shrusprek Boy: Perhaps it would be simple, but surely you can't be implying what I think you're implying! That would be DISASTER! Knowledge Shrub: I'm sorry Trivia Tree, that was rude of me not to respond. Its just... well... I was so surprised that you would want to. Of course, I'd like that very much! Shrub Boy: Oh relax, Super Tree, you know it was only whimsical banter between two friends, right? After all, I would HAVE to be an idiot to think that I needed you. He Row: While their retarded noises may be on the verge of annoying, you'll have to do better than that, Vill Anne! Attck Geronimo, while the snake trembles in fear! Geronimo, The Mongoose: Communicating through sign language You're ***ing kidding, right!? Backs away from the giant snake.* He Row: Come now, Geronimo, you need not be afraid of such a dankly dark brute! But fear not, for the good spirits of the ground shall protect us from Vill Anne's dark witchcraft! A Mob Of Prairie Dogs: Scatter too and fro as they form a sophisticated plot to barrage the Swarm Of Geese. He Row: I will never cease fighting you Vill Anne, for it is my duty to ensure that you so-called dastardly plans never leave that moldy outhouse you call a mind! The Naration: THIS IS STILL FING EPIC, BUT PERHAPS THEY SHOULD TONE IT DOWN A BIT. The Writer: What? Don't point them towards me, you asshole! It's my job to be creative. Its your job to make sure that the creativity I create is drowned out by the crap that accompanies it. Ze Row: Ahh yes, the coffee shop plans! Well, you already know my opinions, so how about we ask everybody else, since they're here? Wilson: I love coffee shops! Matilda: I agree with Ze Row about what everybody else thinks. Patrick: Personally, I hate coffee shops, but as long as you guys are happy! Ze Row: Well, thanks for the opinions, guys! Maybe we can - Charles: What's going on here!? Midge: I am also wondering about the goings on of this area! Ze Row: Hey guys, it's great to have you come by, but... well, Swill Anne's lovely home can only take so many people, we wouldn't want to ruin it! Shrup Boy: Okay, I'm done insulting you for the time being Super Tree, because I really do think you're on to something here! Jumping Jelly Beans: Bounce around amongst Stupor Tree's drooping foliage.* Shrub Boy: Screaming Sunflowers of Strangulation, there's just so much going on here! 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol: Hey look, the fourth wall! Let's smash it, boys! Screaming Sunflowers of Strangulation: Scream as they begin strangling both the 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol and the 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol. Shrub Boy: Where do they all come from, seriously!? Power-Prism Woman: Ugh, I LOATHE Hippies! Always trying to impose their annoying beliefs on others. Even now, he's intruding on our conversation of self-discovery and making us listen to his clearly pointless and quite insane ramblings. And they smell! Shut up already, you smelly hippie! The Love Hippo: Hippie, why would you want to destroy the universe? Aren't you all about preserving and protecting life!? You can't do that if there isn't any, 'cause like... there's nothing to preserve. Tricked By Time: Surely there must be something that can be done to avert this looming disaster! 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol: Hey look, we're being strangled guys! Let's smash those flowers, boys! Tricked By Time: Is violence all that these idiots understand? Everywhere I look, beings are just fighting each other. I almost don't even care that time is fighting itself, because its the onkly thing that makes sense in this crazy world! Dub Boy: Whoa, that guy totally just exploded. Far out. The Moon: HEY GUYS WHATS GOING ON I HEARD LIKE AN EXPLOSION SO I THOUGHT ID TURN THIS WAY FOR A SEC AND CHECK IT AND GEEZ THERES A BUNCH OF LITTLE RATS FIGHTING BIRDS DUDE THATS ***ING SWEET IM GONNA GRAB AN ICE CREAM HOLD ON Tricked By Time: I'm sorry trickster, But I'm becoming more and more certain that I only want to aid in time's desire to commit suicide, because that's the only thing I understand now! And I think I know just how to do it... by shouting random things, like... LASER ALLIGATORS! Shrub Boy: These people are MAD, Super Tree! They are like the inmates of a max-security insane asylum set loose upon an unsuspecting city that is a metaphorical stand-in for the virtues and flaws of America, which has been infested with a gaseous chemical compound derived from a rare blue flower that instills fear and panic in those who breathe it in as per being targeted by a secret society of shadowy consiprators who claim to represent the best interets of humanity but do so through questionable methods such as that! Or maybe that was the plot to Batman Begins, but it actually turned out to be slightly relevant! Laser Alligators: Slowly crawl about, firing lasers wildly from their vividly red, empty eyes.* ((( Weee! As annoying as this thread may be to post in, I do think it is probably my favorite. Sorry it took me so long to get around to replying in it, but hey, you were right, because I did do it at the end of September. =P ))) Edited by syko, Sep 29 2008, 11:01 PM.
	Two paths diverged in a wood, and I, blind to the choices presented, wandered into the middle.


Chal'ocks Kyntxisson	May 31 2009, 01:15 AM Post #858
ModCon Champion YMTC 2005 Posts: 6,142 Group: Elite Member Member #2 Joined: February 3, 2005	[now with extra line breaks to make things slightly less confusing!] Supr Tree: It seems that time is indeed flowing in a circle. If this is the case, then all chains of events will lead to the return to the beginning of these chains of events, in an infinite time loop - a dire prospect for free will. But, if indeed our speech patterns are indicative of a wider interconnectedness of space and time in our universe, then it is possible that a conflux of events could cause a breaking of this time loop, making all sentient beings free from the tyranny of fate at last. But what events could cause such a break? Soaper Tree: No, it isn't! We can't move! AT ALL! Scooper Tree: That's the thing! I think about how HORRIBLE my job is, then I feel empty that that is all I can think of - and this emptiness leads me back to my job again! Sioux Purr Tree: the tree finally breaks free from the earth with a roar of triumph as the music swells Dramatic Music Guy: I never got what the meant. 'The music swells'? What's that supposed to mean? The Producer: Don't take me literally. Literally: I'm not taking you anywhere! Smooprer Tree: Why would it be disaster? We would be making the world a better, a... purer place... Triva Tree: Oh, er... all right! Um, what would you like? Super Tree: Okay, fine! Don't help me, then! Say your irrelevant Batman references! I have NEVER needed you! I NEVER asked for your help! Now, begone, Shrub Boy! I will end this all myself! I don't need anyone else's help! I only care about myself! Vill Anne: Well, our giant beasts may be fighting to a standstill... A Snake That's Twelve Feet High: backs away slowly from the giant mongoose Vill Anne: And our armies of animals may be using their cunning tactics to fight a long pitched battle... Swarm of Geese: Charges the prairie dogs blindly, squawking deafeningly Vill Anne: But He Row, our battle will be over sooner than you think! For I now summon the armies of darkness to put an end to you once and for all! The Armies of Darkness: ARMY NOISES The Narrator: Yes, after a certain point the epic-ness just becomes confusing and overblown. The Editor: Well, I think we're both trying to serve the general public! Maybe it's them who should be blamed! Swill Anne: So, we were, uh, Laurie: Planning to make a coffee shop! Matt: To sell coffee! Jen: Listen, do we really need all these people here? Swill Anne: Hey, it's nice to have lots of help, because it is actually - Ed: So, what's going on here? Kate: I heard there was free coffee? Doctor Jones: Free coffee? I'd like some. Proctor Holmes: Me too! Me too! Swill Anne: Now wait a minute everyone. My house can't fit many more people. And we're really here to discuss - Bill from Mockter Loans: Hey there! I heard something about free coffee? Super Tree: Now, how to end this all, how to end it - Stupor Tree: eeehhfffgg... get them out... get them OUT... ehhhh... GET THEM OOUUUUTT Super Tree: So first of all, how many storylines are going on now? Thank the Great Gorflobx there are these convenient extra line breaks - 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: We would reprimand you for that if we weren't being strangled! The Great Gorflobx: WHO SUMMONS ME FROM MY UNDERGROUND LAIR? WAS IT YOU, SUNFLOWERS? Super Tree: Errrgg, I need some quiet! But let's see - arrggh, it's too hard to count! And I don't even know if there are others I'm not even aware of! Oh well, at least there are the convenient line breaks. Invisible Tree: Super Tree's suspicions are well-founded... no one can see me! Force-Field Man: Seriously. I say we just ignore him. He'll probably go away eventually. And the smell isn't that bad. Anyway, so I admit that sometimes I wish I didn't have any powers at all. That I could lead a normal life. Have a girlfriend and a steady job in a coffee shop or something. But just when I think that that dream could become real, the world always needs saving again. The Evil Hippie: You're - you're right, Love Hippo! I had almost lost the love! I had almost forgotten to see the mellow side of life! Thanks a bunch for setting me back on the right path, Love Hippo. You're the best. But wait! My plan to destroy the universe was already put in motion! It's already happening! What will we do?! Trickster of Time: No, no, Tricked! There's still hope for the universe and for time! Look at all the beautiful storylines going on, all the ones that make sense! 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: fight desperately against the screaming flowers, which are now aided by the Great Gorflobx and an invisible force Trickster of Time: And just ignore the other ones, I guess! The point is we need to save the universe! If these storylines keep multiplying and don't converge, time will spiral out of control and the universe will explode from crowdedness! If they do converge, then the conflux of events will cause unpredictable consequences - it may even break the circular nature of time itself! And we can't let that happen! If beings are given free will, who knows what will happen? So we need to stop the storylines multiplying altogether, and perhaps even destroy some of them! It's for the greater good of the protection of the universe, and the maintaining of the infinite time loop. Looper Tree: As if to demonstrate a time loop, keeps on exploding, in a LOOP The Goon: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE THIS IS REAL STUPID I MUST SAY KID BASICALLY ITS ACTUALLY WAIT A SECOND CHECK OUT THOSE TREES LIKE MOVING AROUND I GOTTA SEE THIS **** ILL GET SOME OREOS DO YOU WANT SOME Trickster of Time: So you should stop shouting random things. Saying things like "FLYING SHARKS!" will just hasten the universe's demise! We can no longer create characters - we must destroy them. Super Tree: Did you hear that, Shrub Boy? Er, I mean, did you hear that, self? There are two ways to end this - either multiply the storylines until the universe explodes, or cause the storylines to merge so that something unpredictable happens. It seems to me that the first is a safer bet. But at all costs, we can't let characters be destroyed, or we'll be trapped in an infinite time loop forever! Er, I'll be trapped there. Yep, only care about myself. Flying Sharks: Smelling blood in the air, they swoop down from the sky gnashing their jagged teeth [woooaah it's a good thing there's months between posts here or our brains would be fried! =D ]
	"To be is to do" - Socrates "To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Satre "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra


syko	May 31 2009, 03:13 AM Post #859
Self-Proclaimed Lord of Pointless Spamming Posts: 28,280 Group: Elite Member Member #3 Joined: February 4, 2005	[They certainly make it more confusing, but also add more space to it. Is this not the heart of the problem for our myriad protagonists? By attempting to clarify things through creating more, they are simply surrounding themselves with more and more convoluted plots! Such bleeding themes, the blood is everywhere!] Shurb Boy: This philosophical revelation is starting to both blow my mind and fill me with an overwhelmingly abject despair, Supr Tree! There's just so much going on; how can we as passive observers attempting to make sense of it actually succeed in rectifying anything when we can't even understand what is the cause of it all? It is such a dismal realization, and I fear depression is beginning to soak in! Scrub Boy: Move I certainly can at all, at the mall, and at PAUL! Paul: Uhh... what? Sherbert Boy: Oh... that... I see... sorry, I thought we had the same... the same need for a second... Shh Rub Boy: Finally sprouts free of the earth's shackles just as the music breaks. Dramatic Music Composer Guy: I guess it just means that it reaches a climactic point in the overall tune? It makes more sense than 'the music breaks.' I mean, I don't even know if that's actually something people say in reference to music. I think this writer just didn't know how else to parallel swelling. This Writer: Who needs to parallel swelling, amirite!? Innuendo: EXTREMELY CONTRIVED INNUENDO! The Producer's Patient: You're damn right you aren't taking him anywhere, I was here first, seriously! Seriously: My entire existence is based solely on the lack of creative synonyms in This Writer's vocabulary. Woe is I. This Writer: Who needs creative synonyms when you're got innuendo, amirite!? Innuendo: THERE WAS ACTUALLY NO INNUENDO TO BE FOUND THERE, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU LOOK. This Writer: It always matters how HARD you look, amirite!? Innuendo: I LOATHE YOU. Shrusprek Boy: Oh, but purity is a double-edged blade, my brother! After all, the impure can not see that their very existence is a blight to us, their superiors. Which is why we must proceed cautiously... quietly... and strike when they least expect it! Knowledge Shrub: Well... I... I would very much like to... t-to have dinner with you! Blushes shyly, in his leaves, I guess? Like a pre-autumn redness? I guess that could work. Shrusprek Boy: LIKE NOW! DIE POTENTIALLY HOMOSEXUAL INFERIOR SHRUB! Stabs Knowledge Shrub with a poisoned thorn. A Poisoned Thorn: I'm helping! This Writer: Yes you are, but then what vaguely phallic imagery isn't helpful, amirite!? Innuendo: THAT WAS PRETTY OBVIOUS, SO INSTEAD IM GOING TO QUESTION WHY EVEN THE MOST IRRELEVANT THINGS WHICH SHOULD NOT BE CHARACTERS ARE NOW GRANTED SENTIENCE. IS THAT STRANGE TO ANYONE ELSE? Knowledge Shrub: Clutches at his bleeding trunk. Ack... all I wanted... was... o-one date! Dies painfully � I guess we'll never know! Shrub Boy: Ugh, you are the most arrogant, pretentious, and condescending entity that ever could exist, Super Tree! Were I not tangled up in this awful situation, I would consider becoming a super villain just so I could kill you! But, as it stands, it is in my best interest to comply with you to get out of said situation. He Row: For every foul creature you summon from the depths of your insanity, Vill Anne, I shall call forth twice as many noble animals to fight back... Geronimo, The Mongoose: Looks around nervously, realizing he is now surrounded by an army of darkness, a swarm of geese, a mob of prairie dogs, and the giant snake. Peering at the snake, Geronimo pleads in sign language: �Screw fighting each other, lets get the hell out here!� He Row: And so you can never prevail, Vill Anne, because there is always more light to fight back the darkness... A Mob of Prairie Dogs: Suffering only minor casualties from the Swarm of Geese' bold yet unorganized attack, the mob proceeds to conjoin their bodies together and fashion an elaborate mammalian catapult, sending a half dozen of their most skilled scouts flying through the air and tossing sharp rocks at the geese. He Row: So even with the Armies of Darkness at your beck and call, you can never truly vanquish the Legions of Light! The Legions of Light: Also make army noises, but in a less evil way. The Narration: SO EVEN SO ITS STILL LIKE EXTREMELY EXCITING AND PULSE-POUNDING, THEY SHOULD REALLY SAVE SOME FOR LATER OR IT'LL JUST BE ANTI-CLIMATIC The Writer: Damn that general public, always judging my work and thinking they're better than me! The General Public: We are better than you, foolish writer! For we collaborate all of our opinions and knowledge into one seamless perspective, which is then voiced in collective unison, as is a common trend in these boards! Clearly that makes us far superior to you. Shrusprek Boy: DIE INFERIOR WRITER! WITH YOUR DEATH THE MASTER RACE IS ONE STEP CLOSER TO TOTAL DOMINATION! Stabs The Writer with a knife, since its more efficient and the thorn was already used for vague, irrelevant innuendo. This Writer: Who needs a master race with total domination, amirite!? Innuendo: THIS IS GETTING RATHER TIRESOME. RATHER TIRESOME INDEED. Ze Row: Hey now guys, you should be respectful of the host's property first and foremost... Wilson: Property is nice, and so are coffee shops! Matilda: I agree with Ze Row about what everybody else thinks. Patrick: Personally, I hate coffee shops and other people's property, but am all for respect. Ze Row: Thats all wonderful, guys, but we should really try to keep this from escalating - Charles: What's going on here!? Midge: I am also wondering about the goings on of this area! Proffessor Talliwaggle: I dare say, those two chaps said the same exact thing as last time. Chief Executive Officer Mingusbum: That's because they're completely one-dimensional characters, unlike us old sport! Ze Row: This is just getting ridiculous! Look, I'm glad you all want to help out, but this is Swill Anne's house and she simply can't entertain so many people. So would some of you mind leaving so we can get back to orderly discussing the - Bob from the IHOP in Des Moines, Iowa: Coffee sells well! Rainbow Swanson: I'd like to purchase some coffee! Dominic Salsbury the Third: You're selling coffee here!? Shrub Boy: You're an idiot, but I think you've located our two options. Either we coax all of these idiots into converging, or we make so many more of them that they all explode. Either option would be a welcome reprieve from you, honestly. Jumping Jelly Beans: Are still bouncing around, since nobody has cared to help poor Stupor Tree. Shrub Boy: Crackling Children of the Corn, Super Tree... I mean, self, there are so many of them! I tried counting and almost had an aneurysm. 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol: Look, too many things to describe at once boys, let's smash 'em all! Screaming Sunflowers of Strangulation: Continue to scream, - now slightly hoarse, - as they desperately try to strangle the multiple new characters involved in this particular scene. Crackling Children of the Corn: Sprout from the battle ground beneath the 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol, 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol, Screaming Sunflowers of Strangulation, the Great Gorflobx, and Invisible Tree as they begin to crackle with energy. Shrub Boy: Titanium Toaster of Treachery, every fiber of my being tells me not to keep adding to it, but its the only way that I can see! Who knows how many ways that I can't see. The Titanium Toaster of Treachery: Descends from the sky at an alarming velocity, plunging directly into the midst of the battle like a meteorite. Invisible Shrub: Shrub Boy's suspicions are well-founded... no one can see me! Plagiarism/Unoriginality Detector: DING DING DING. This Writer: Who needs a ding when you've got things plunging at high velocity, amirite!? Innuendo: YOU KNOW WHAT? NO, I'M DONE. THIS IS JUST RIDICULOUS! Power-Prism Woman: Hey, you were right! We ignored him and it all resolved itself. Maybe... maybe there is hope for us to live a normal life after all! Surely if we can simply manage to relinquish our powers and resolve to remain ordinary, we'll be able to stay as so after a while... the world will always get by well enough. Certainly it doesn't need us always looking out for it... surely we could simply live our lives quietly, managing a nice coffee shop somewhere? The Love Hippo: Being on the path to love is all that matters, man! It doesn't matter what you've done, so long as you can get back to that place, so thank you for seeing the path again before it was too late. Anything is possible with love, I'm sure if we just stay positive and relaxed, the universe will survive! Tricked By Time: You're right Trickster... I'm... I'm so sorry for giving into my despair! For thinking there was no hope... for turning against you! 4th Wall Breaking-Patrol: Are concealed beneath a fiery cloud of smoke and debris along with the other combatants as the Titanium Toaster of Treachery collides with them. Tricked By Time: It won't happen again! I'll stick by you, even if its only through to the end! But how can we destroy these characters when they just keep popping up? Even those that were just hit by that strange meteorite could still potentially be alive... what hope do we have to defeat such madness? Dub Boy: As if to demonstrate whatever the hell this character was supposed to do, he implodes. In... in a dub, maybe? The Moon: DUDE LIKE I ALREADY GOT SOME MAN CAUSE I JUST GRABBED A HUGE THING OF ICE CREAM AND GROUND UP A BUNCH OF COOKIES AND STUFF INTO IT CAUSE THATS LIKE THE BEST EVER BUT I BROUGHT AN EXTRA SPOON IF YOU WANT SOME SO DUDE ANYWAYS WHAT DID I MISS WHILE I WAS GONE DID THE RATS AND BIRDS DO ANYTHING COOL AND WHATS WITH ALL THESE ARMIES NOW THEYRE LIKE EVERYHWERE FRANKLY ITS KINDA BORING Tricked By Time: I'll do whatever you tell me to, Trickster! No longer will I consciously create characters by exclaiming fantastical notions, such as "Turnip Golems!" Shrub Boy: So these time-lovers are trying to save everything by reversing it all through destruction? But that will only result in a seamless loop through all eternity... of being stuck with you! I can't let that happen. I must do all I can to create more than they can destroy! You help me too, stupid Super Tree! Stupid Tree! Rocket-propelled Rollercoasters! Gummy Bear Acting Troupe! Laser Alligators: Lazily shooting at the flying sharks, the alligators continue to crawl slowly towards the central battlefield where Vill Anne and He Row are fighting with their armies. Turnip Golems: Sprout from the ground and begin to march after the alligators. Stupid Tree: Heeeyyyyy... what's going on? Rocket-Propelled Rollercoasters: Are propelled off the cliff, by rockets! The Gummy Bear Acting Troupe: Climb onto a stage near the center of the battlefield and begin performing 'Death of a Salesman.' ["Would be" fried? Speak for yourself! It only took you half an hour post all of that? o.0 ]
	Two paths diverged in a wood, and I, blind to the choices presented, wandered into the middle.


Chal'ocks Kyntxisson	Jun 29 2009, 11:56 PM Post #860
ModCon Champion YMTC 2005 Posts: 6,142 Group: Elite Member Member #2 Joined: February 3, 2005	[Definitely, the blood everywhere gets at the heart of these problems. The inherent tragedy of the story emerges from the inability of the protagonists to reconcile their own beliefs with the fact of reality. Essentially, the problem is problematic.] Supr Tree: Me too, Shurb Boy! Truly, in such a complex system, there is no way for a mere mortal to comprehend all the elements at play, and if comprehension is necessary to break the infinite time loop, then such a time loop is inevitable, rendering our lives entirely meaningless - and even if there is meaning, we are unable to comprehend it! Depression is the natural response! Soaper Tree: What the hell? Seriously, you - wait, what is that? OH NO! A Black Hole: It's a black hole! Scooper Tree: Well you thought wrong! My job is HORRIBLE! That is all there is! My job is the only important thing in my life, and it is HORRIBLE! So just shut up! SHUT UP! falls into the black hole Sioux Purr Tree: Roars as he flies toward the battle between Vill Anne and He Row, the music dramatically cutting off. Dramatic Music Guy: Ah, I hate it when it does that. I mean, it's nice to get a break from providing dramatic music, but I always know it's going to start again. It would seem long to me, a second of silence. But I have to keep going, page after page. Keep going, going on - One-Shot Yak from the Audience: Ha! That was an obscure reference! I got it! Obscure Reference Policeman: STOP! SUCH EXTREMELY OBSCURE REFERENCES ARE ANTITHETICAL TO EFFECTIVE COMEDY! The Producer: Stop complaining, both of you Music Guys! Remember where I found you - you were performers in the subway! And you were standing on the tracks! Or something! So you should be grateful, and follow my orders about the music! Tom Fax: I thought directors, not producers, decided upon the directions music should take for particular scenes! That's how they did it for Full Metal Jacket! The Producer: Well, this isn't Nam, Tom, and we killed the director! Obscure Reference Policeman: STOP! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR OBSCURE REFERENCES! Obscure Reference Policewoman: Chill out! You could just issue a warning. Is it really worth it to arrest people for their obscure references? Cause you know, we all end up in a tiny pine - Obscure Reference Policeman: STOP IT! Tom Fax: realizing he is a useless character and falling into the black hole This is literally the worst day of my life! Literally: I'm not a day! Smooprer Tree: Good work, my brother! Soon, only those with noble names will survive! All ridiculous names will be but painful memories, until even these fade. Trivia Tree: What?! No! Knowledge Shrub! I - no! We only knew each other for a brief moment - what have you done, you monsters? Smooprer Tree: Worry not - you will soon join your friend in obscurity and death, foul-name! Swings a heavy branch at Trivia Tree, who dodges it A Heavy Branch: Blast! I'll swing back for another try, like that scene in Harry Potter with the Whomping Willow. Obvious Reference Policeman: That's stupid - it's not effective comedy if you explain your reference, especially if it's something everyone has heard of anyway. Seriously, you're like Coil's first album. Obscure Reference Policeman: JUST STOP IT! Trivia Tree: I'll avenge your death, Knowledge Shrub! Swings a nimble branch at Smooprer Tree, knocking him into the black hole. A Nimble Branch: Take that! Smooprer Tree: You must finish the work, Shrusprek! Do not rest until stupid names are no more! falls into the black hole Super Tree: Alright then: we - uh, I - must create as many things as possible, so that the universe will explode. I think it's time to start interfering with these myriad events going on... Vill Anne: Don't even think of interfering, my old nemesis! I am on the verge of victory! A Snake That's Twelve Feet High: Not needing any more of a chance, slithers rapidly away from the battlefield Vill Anne: The forces of evil will prevail this day! Swarm of Geese: Reconsidering their brashness as they fall left and right to the volley of rocks, the geese fall back and take to the skies, their intimidating squawks echoing harshly in the wide canyon as they seem to be considering their next move - meanwhile, a squad of the most experienced of the swarm has circled around and is silently felling the back ranks of the mob one by one. Vill Anne: My minions will crush the forces of good underfoot like rotten cabbages! Obscure Reference Policeman: Watch it... The Armies of Darkness: BATTLE NOISES The Narrator: So I guess they've stopped adding characters to this scene at least, which is a start. But it's becoming less likely by the minute that this is going to actually culminate in anything interesting or exciting. Super Tree: You have that wrong! Hosts of chaos, I summon thee with the ring I stole from the Ramblin' Killah when I defeated him! Hosts of chaos: Attack everyone in sight, making the scene even more chaotic Val'kyorikhan: Hey, this scene is getting pretty crowded! Also what's with the unnecessary exposition about this Ramblin' Killah? Also, why was a clever pun not made about how the "hosts" of chaos were actually conventional hosts as in the opposite of guests? Or something? The Editor: Uh, yeah, so... yeah. I don't really think I have a role in this story any more. THE Editor: Ah, some irrelevant characters! Well, as much as I respect your work, The Writer, irrelevant characters just muddy the story line. Sorry if you're offended, but, well, you're dead. The Editor is irrelevant. And Val'kyorikhan, no one cares about you. So. Erases the Editor and Val'kyorikhan from existence Super Tree: THE Editor! Where did you come from?! (He poses a definite threat to my plan!) You can help me! Remember when we collaborated on the Ramblin' Killah case last year? Well, we have a similar problem today. We need to, uh, eliminate all, uh, we need to... hold on. Swill Anne: Hey! Everyone! This, uh... this isn't working. I'm, uh, going to have to ask you all to leave my house. Laurie: You heard her! Get out of her house! Matt: You all just want the free coffee for yourselves! Jen: The coffee that's rightfully ours! Swill Anne: Uh, I meant - you guys will have to leave too. Everyone. It's just that - Ed: What are you trying to do, offering us coffee then taking it away? Kate: Seriously! Doctor Jones: I want my free coffee! Proctor Holmes: Me too! Me too! Swill Anne: Um, all of you! Please leave! We'll, uh, we'll do this another time! Bill from Mockter Loans: Another time? ANOTHER TIME?! How dare you delay your prior offer of that sweet nectar that is coffee? Takes out a pistol We are all staying here, whether you like it or not! Now hand over the coffee! NOW! A Snake That's Twelve Feet High: bursts through the roof of the house, eating Bill from Mockter Loans in the process Swill Anne: What a - what a weird day. Jackson Parrotstrangler: What's this about free coffee?! Professor Capitalism: You're giving away a product for free? What is this nonsense?! Stupor Tree: Help... heellp... Super Tree: I got it! THE Editor! There are rampant spelling errors in the names of the characters all around us! We need to correct them. 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol: Akk - we give up. The 4th wall is broken for good. THE Editor: Oh my, you're right! Look at that one! Numbers under ten should be spelled out! Fourth Wall-Breaking Patrol: Akk - we give up. The Fourth Wall is broken for good. THE Editor: Much better. Erases the 4th Wall-Breaking Patrol from existence Super Tree: No! No! You can't erase any characters! The Great Gorflobx: I SAID, WHO SUMMONS ME FROM MY UNDERGROUND LAIR?! AND WHAT IS THIS TOASTER THAT SEEMS TO NOT HAVE ACTUALLY AFFECTED THIS SCENE AT ALL?! THE Editor: My, what an unoriginal and irrelevant character. Unpronounceable name as well. Erases the Great Gorflobx from existence Super Tree: No! I can't let you do this! Fish-stick Salesworm! Lipstick Ale-urn! Mitt Trick Veil Burn! Citric Yale Ern! Wit Rick, Pale Tern! Picnic Pail Fern! "Gitwick," Quail Term! Fish-stick Salesworm: Is erased by THE Editor as soon as he is called into existence Lipstick Ale-urn: Is similarly erased Mitt Trick Veil Burn: Falls into the black hole Citric Yale Ern: Now just what's going on - is erased Wit Rick, Pale Tern: Flies away from the scene in terror Picnic Pail Fern: Tries to fly away from the scene in terror, but is a fern and is erased "Gitwick," Quail Term: Is adopted by THE Editor as a new way to refer to quails Super Tree: Damnit! I need to stop THE Editor! But how... Force-Field Man: Yes, perhaps so. We've done so much for the world already - I feel like... like we deserve a quiet, normal life. But.. but do we have the right to - wait! What's that over there? That giant snake is attacking those innocent people! We have to save them! Rushes over to Swill Anne's place The Evil Hippie: Yeah, I guess you're right, man. All this negative energy is just in my head anyway. Besides, I was exaggerating before anyway. I wasn't going to destroy the universe, just the galaxy. By creating a supermassive black hole right over there. But yeah, we can just remain mellow and let things take the course here, it'll be all good. 'Specially since it's the sort of black hole that only destroys matter when it's convenient to the story line. You got any potato chips? The Ramblin' Killah: I got some. Mean While: MEANWHILE... is erased by THE Editor Invisible Tree: Oh ho ho, it is nearly time to put my sinister plan into motion! Nearly time! Trickster of Time: Ha! The plan is working! As long as THE Editor keeps cutting down the chaff characters, the universe and its cyclical nature is saved! I only hope we haven't unleashed something more dangerous than we thought - after all, he is a demon from outside this universe! Fourth Wall-Breaking Patrol: We thought he was a manifestation of an editor trying to keep these posts under control - oh, never mind. Looper Tree: is meaningless, in a LOOP THE Editor: Well, this "Looper Tree" and "Dub Boy" are certainly meaningless. Erases them The Moon is beyond my power, but this "Goon"... The Goon: HEY WATCH IT YOU KNOW IM NOT IRRELEVANT CHRISTIAN THE Editor: Ah, I see my charade must come to an end! So be it - I am actually Christian II of Denmark, Sweden, Norway, etc. - the Demon King! I will revise my title thusly. Christian II, The Demon King: There we go. I have traveled forward in time in order to destroy the universe, and I will succeed! Starting with you, Time-Tricky-People! Yes, gitwick in terror! Trickster of Time: What the hell? Haven't you been paying attention? If you want to destroy the universe, you need to create characters, not destroy them. I, uh, probably shouldn't have told you that. Hm. Christian II, The Demon King: Wait, what? Create characters? Now I'm really confused. But you call yourself a trickster, so perhaps you're trying to trick me? Or maybe make me think you're trying to trick me, this being the trick itself? To be safe, I'll create characters and then destroy them. Here we go - um... Joe Pesci! Garry Kasparov! Roger Waters! P.G. Wodehouse! Nico! Joe Pesci: punches Christian II in the face before being erased Garry Kasparov: beats Christian II at chess (without even starting a game) before being erased Roger Waters: runs in terror and falls into the black hole P.G. Wodehouse: gives a look of mild bemusement at Christian II before being erased Nico: is erased Christian II, The Demon King: Hahahaha, my evil plan is... reaching fruition? Maybe? falls into the black hole and is transported back to his own time Trickster of Time: Geez, what was that all about? What's next, a Martian Slug? Anyway, we need another plan to destroy characters, Tricked. Any ideas? The Goon: SO ANYWAY I DONT REALLY KNOW MYSELF WHATS GOING ON KID THERE ARE ALL THESE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS AND **** AND THE RATS AND BIRDS ARE JUST A SMALL PART OF IT I THINK ITS SOMETHING TO DO WITH ACTUALLY NEVER MIND I HAVE NO IDEA ILL HAVE SOME OF THAT ICE CREAM STUFF THOUGH Super Tree: Well, so - I guess the plan is working? Or maybe not? I'm confused. Anyway, we - I - need to keep creating characters and blow up the universe. Yep. So - uh... Kraken Claus! Gentleman Shoggoth! Death (from the Seventh Seal)! Doctor Explosions! Kraken Claus: Ho ho ho! emerges from the depths and waves its tentacles about impotently, as this whole thing is taking place on land Lead-In-To-A-Plot-Twist-Man: OR IS IT?! falls into the black hole Gentleman Shoggoth: Tekeli-li, my good sir! Death (from the Seventh Seal): Intressant. Vad �r skedde h�r exakt? Doctor Explosions: Diagnosis - Explosions! blows up part of the cliffside Flying Sharks: Fly rapidly toward the bloody site of the Shrusprek Boy/Smooprer Tree killings, roaring their terrible roars and gnashing their terrible teeth Obscure Reference Policeman: Oh, come on!!! A Martian Slug: Blarg, blarg, blarg! Blarg! One-Shot Yak from the Audience: This is so confusing! [Okay, I'll admit that I wrote this post over the course of several days, and probably put two hours or more into it. Pretty sad, or pretty awesome?!]
	"To be is to do" - Socrates "To do is to be" - Jean-Paul Satre "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra


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