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Firestorm
Guest
Alright I need everyone out by tomarrow mornin. Then I'll come by with some fiery stuff and burn this place down.
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Apollo
Guest
Ok, I think I'll stick around to watch. I'll make sure to get MY AWARD out first.
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Sleepy
Guest
you got one Apollo?
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Purple_jester
Guest
Sorry, they're part of my collection. But if you really want some samples, I'll be circulating them in an article in the up and coming CPA Newsletter, published quarterly! Now everyone can see what fun the two of you had!
Although, i could easily send you some copies. 'Course, the negatives stay with yours truly.
[Edited by Purple_jester on 10-25-00 at 11:16 AM]
Although, i could easily send you some copies. 'Course, the negatives stay with yours truly.
[Edited by Purple_jester on 10-25-00 at 11:16 AM]
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Duel
Guest
New canada
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Apollo
Guest
Sure, Sleepy. I was the CPA King. Mainly cause I claimed it before anybody else could.
But it's mine, all mine, and I'll treasure it forever!
But it's mine, all mine, and I'll treasure it forever!
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dw51688
Guest
Congrats all!
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Cateran Emperor
Guest
D'oh, everyone forgot about me. Oh well, there's always next year. Hmmph [me]casts Drain Life on ademis just for kicks[/me]
The hell with it! Burn the whole place down!
[me]casts Fireball at the old theatre.[/me] Let's go pyros, no traces!
The hell with it! Burn the whole place down![me]casts Fireball at the old theatre.[/me] Let's go pyros, no traces!
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nodnarb24
Guest
FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!
[me]torches the place with his flame thrower.[/me]
FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!
[me]torches the place with his flame thrower.[/me]
FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!FIRE!!!!
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Darsh
Guest
:Fire spreads all over the theater, by pure chance nodnarb takes his flamethrower into the restrooms:
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KABOOM!!!
The theater instantly disintegrates along with everthing within a 12 block radius.
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KABOOM!!!
The theater instantly disintegrates along with everthing within a 12 block radius.
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Duel
Guest
"If you build it, they will come. If you burn it, they will run away in terror and pain."
-Untitled.txt
http://www.brunslo.com/mastermind
"Using you, to make our dreams come true"
-Untitled.txt
http://www.brunslo.com/mastermind
"Using you, to make our dreams come true"
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Chaos Turtle
Guest
A sleek green limousine pulls up next to the party scene...
Stepping out, the Chaos Turtle - sharply dressed in a foil-shiny green and gold coat and tails, pineapple-blond hair spiked dangerously, eyes concealed behind shades the color of old 7-Up bottles - surveys the destruction laid out before him.
Have I missed the whole thing? he wonders, checking his "genuine" tortoise-shell Rolex, which has stopped. Mental note: never buy anything in New Jersey from a guy on a streetcorner who says, "Hey buddy, youse wanna buy a real nice f***in' watch?"
Sighing, the hapless creator of universes wades into the smoldering rubble. Amid the charred remains of casual Magic players, he spies a videotape which has miraculously survived the conflagration.
"Tweedledee!" he calls toward the limousine still idling at the curb."
"Yes, mister Turtle Sir?" an oily voice responds. It belongs to a stout mop-headed fellow dressed in parti-colored britches, yellow turtleneck, and a beanie cap. He is methodically extracting himself from the driver's seat.
"See what you and Tweedledum can make of this."
"Yes, your Obsequieousness." Tweedledee takes the cassette back to the car, where he and his identically-dressed twin pop it into some high-tech gadgets conveniently located behind the front seat.
Meanwhile, the Chaos Turtle continues the search. Finding some charred feathers, he gasps, "I hope these weren't Apollo's. Damn the bastard who did this!
Sifting through more debris, he discovers bits of a purple sequined evening gown. "Oh, no..." he shakes his head slowly. Not the Sexiest Poster Alive. Say it ain't so.
"Zadok!" he yells hopefully.
"Orgg!" No answer.
"TomB!"
"Anybody!"
"Master!" cries Tweedledum, bounding toward him.
"What is it?"
"It looks like you won something!"
"Me? What did I win?"
"Well," replied Tweedledum, "It depends upon whom you believe, Twee-"
"Shut up and show me the tape."
"Yes, Entropic One." With that, the faithful servant leads his master to the limousine and opens a door, revealing a television monitor. It appears to be a recording of the awards cermony.
"Is that Almindhra?" he wonders. It must be. Wowsers, what a getup.
"And now," says the stunning figure in black on the monitor, "The Award for Most Intelligent goes to... Chaos Turtle!" The recorded audience erupts into frenzied but sporadic applause.
I won? muses the turtle man, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye. "I can't believe I missed it..."
"Missed what?" queries Tweedledee.
"I told you to shut up, didn't I?"
"Sorry."
As the audience offers their congratulations to the absent Turtle, none other than the amazing Gizmo offers up a plausible explanation for the disappearance, as well as for the winning votes.
Presently, the Chaos Turtle falls to the ground, laughing hysterically.
"What a card!" he pants between guffaws. "Who would have guessed Sutcliffe had a sense of humor?"
Moments later, brushing himself off, he witnesses the end of it all. The cameras show an abandoned theater, save for one lone character, carrying a flamethrower of all things, entering the bathroom, then...
The screen goes white.
It looks as if no one was hurt, at least. No one important, anyway.
"Time to go, boys. There's nothing left to see here."
Almost nothing.
Just as he is about to step back into the limo, he spies a bit of paper stuck in the rubble. Retrieving it, he tries to make sense of the scribblings on it. Turning it over, he finds a short note, written in crayon.
Stepping out, the Chaos Turtle - sharply dressed in a foil-shiny green and gold coat and tails, pineapple-blond hair spiked dangerously, eyes concealed behind shades the color of old 7-Up bottles - surveys the destruction laid out before him.
Have I missed the whole thing? he wonders, checking his "genuine" tortoise-shell Rolex, which has stopped. Mental note: never buy anything in New Jersey from a guy on a streetcorner who says, "Hey buddy, youse wanna buy a real nice f***in' watch?"
Sighing, the hapless creator of universes wades into the smoldering rubble. Amid the charred remains of casual Magic players, he spies a videotape which has miraculously survived the conflagration.
"Tweedledee!" he calls toward the limousine still idling at the curb."
"Yes, mister Turtle Sir?" an oily voice responds. It belongs to a stout mop-headed fellow dressed in parti-colored britches, yellow turtleneck, and a beanie cap. He is methodically extracting himself from the driver's seat.
"See what you and Tweedledum can make of this."
"Yes, your Obsequieousness." Tweedledee takes the cassette back to the car, where he and his identically-dressed twin pop it into some high-tech gadgets conveniently located behind the front seat.
Meanwhile, the Chaos Turtle continues the search. Finding some charred feathers, he gasps, "I hope these weren't Apollo's. Damn the bastard who did this!
Sifting through more debris, he discovers bits of a purple sequined evening gown. "Oh, no..." he shakes his head slowly. Not the Sexiest Poster Alive. Say it ain't so.
"Zadok!" he yells hopefully.
"Orgg!" No answer.
"TomB!"
"Anybody!"
"Master!" cries Tweedledum, bounding toward him.
"What is it?"
"It looks like you won something!"
"Me? What did I win?"
"Well," replied Tweedledum, "It depends upon whom you believe, Twee-"
"Shut up and show me the tape."
"Yes, Entropic One." With that, the faithful servant leads his master to the limousine and opens a door, revealing a television monitor. It appears to be a recording of the awards cermony.
"Is that Almindhra?" he wonders. It must be. Wowsers, what a getup.
"And now," says the stunning figure in black on the monitor, "The Award for Most Intelligent goes to... Chaos Turtle!" The recorded audience erupts into frenzied but sporadic applause.
I won? muses the turtle man, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye. "I can't believe I missed it..."
"Missed what?" queries Tweedledee.
"I told you to shut up, didn't I?"
"Sorry."
As the audience offers their congratulations to the absent Turtle, none other than the amazing Gizmo offers up a plausible explanation for the disappearance, as well as for the winning votes.
Presently, the Chaos Turtle falls to the ground, laughing hysterically.
"What a card!" he pants between guffaws. "Who would have guessed Sutcliffe had a sense of humor?"
Moments later, brushing himself off, he witnesses the end of it all. The cameras show an abandoned theater, save for one lone character, carrying a flamethrower of all things, entering the bathroom, then...
The screen goes white.
It looks as if no one was hurt, at least. No one important, anyway.
"Time to go, boys. There's nothing left to see here."
Almost nothing.
Just as he is about to step back into the limo, he spies a bit of paper stuck in the rubble. Retrieving it, he tries to make sense of the scribblings on it. Turning it over, he finds a short note, written in crayon.
Hmm... now this could be interesting....
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Almindhra
Guest
[Edited by Almindhra on 10-27-00 at 09:38 AM]
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Almindhra
Guest
Haha!...That was great!
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Whimsical
Guest
Now THAT <looking at Mister Turtle sir's belated acceptance speech> is how to receive an award! Bravo, bravo!
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Namielus
Guest
I'm quite impressed CT, that was a damn good speech there. I think we all need to learn from the wisdom of the Chaos Turtle.
Bravo, Bravo.
Bravo, Bravo.
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Darsh
Guest
Wow! Great Speech, wonderful side story, wild imagination. It was alright