Here we go, another round of Classic Sitcom Moments!
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Xilen and the Chiss of War!
The Mighty Xilen stood infront of his mighty army of blue-faced warriors, staring down the motley crew of aliens before him defending his target of conquest. Boldly, he roared in fury and rushed the defences, along with his mighty army.
Storming over the defences, and slaughtering left and right, a defender blocks his path and pricks his finger.
Xilen looks at the tiny drop of blood, and lets up a horrible screaming.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'm going home, you jerks and liars! The staff is biased and I hate you all!"
And with that, his army fled in confusion.
"Well, that was easy."
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War of the Loud-mouths
As Gash and Kas walk through the streets of the city of TRF, they spot Isstal at an intersection. Suddenly, a high-pitched war-cry emanates from above.
Chadd, armed with his Club of Verbal Insultery +5 leaps from the rooftops, beating viciously at Isstal's head. But Isstal counters with his Sharp knife of constant loud whining +8, and the two roll around the floor, stabbing viciously at each other's throats, and letting up the most horrendous wail.
"Oh for @#%$'s sake" exclaims Gash "Take your @#%$ whining off the road!"
"Now now Gash" says Kas "We must always be ready to help settle the conflicts of others."
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"I say we just leave them."
"Sounds good."
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Waiting for ORS (and waiting, and waiting, and waiting...)
Gash is on the phone, waiting impatiently. Kas comes into the room.
"Hey Gash, what's up?"
"keep it down, I'm on the Outer-Rim-Soverinty War-time services hotline. No one's responding to my warfleets, and it's been days now - wait, hold on."
Suddenly, the waiting music stops. An automated voice speaks "If you would like assisstance in contacting ORS, press one now. If you would like someone to respond to your post, press two now-"
*BEEP*
"Thank you, unfortunately, we are not capable of replying to your post at this time. Your post is important to us, and your concerns are our concerns. Please hold for further assistance-"
"Oh @#%$ it!" shouts Gash, slamming down the phone "I'll just invade the freaking planets already."
"Oh, sounds fun. I'll pack a lunch."
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That Wacky DS6
From deep in the zombie-infested hole of TGC, one creature crawls tentativly from the pit. It slowly thinks "I must disguise myself amongst these TRFers, I must learn how to blend in. What is the most common disguise for creatures of evil and corruption in this land?"
Drayson suddenly passes nearby.
"Why, pretending to be a chick, of course!" the thing realizes, and dresses itself in the clothes of a woman. "Now I just need a 'name' as these living creatures call it."
It then proceeds to hit a few random keys.
"There we go. Now, finally, I must impersonate the language.
"PLENIS, LOL, OMGWTF???/?!1!?/"
Excellent...
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The Person Above You
Kas is speaking to a crowd of people "Try and find one nice thing about the last person to speak. This way, people will want to compliment each other because that means that they in turn will be complimented."
Gash, who is sitting nearby, grins "Sure, I'll play. Jesus Boy loathes the unbeliever in a surprisingly tolerante way, for a chrisitan."
Kas manages a forced grin "Oh Gash, I'm sure we all excpected your ready wit."
"Oh, but Jeebus boy, I'm not done yet. You also have a fine grasp of words of the english language that help express your love of a fictional person."
"Please, Gash, We all know you enjoy your little rants from time to time, but-"
"You're also gonna vote Bush in 2004"
A dangerous silence settles over the room.
"You're going down, Pinko-boy."
"Bring it, God-lover."
*BOOM*
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Playing well with others - sorta
Dolash is on a different board today. People are discussing boards on the internet, with the general consensus being the one they're on is the best one. Suddenly, Dolash pips up.
"Actually, I really like this site, but I must say The Rebel Faction provides a more competitive, exciting, and unique experience."
"Really?" Says a man by the name of Legba "Well let's see this site then, it sounds pretty good."
"Sure, hold on." Dolash reaches into his pocket and takes out a portal-link to TRF.
The other board members stick their heads in. There is a certain amount of screaming. As they pull their heads out, their hair is visibly singed.
"Dude, never post that again!"
"Oh come on" says dolash in his defence "It can't be that bad"
A mod, clearing bits of ash off his clothes disagrees "Those are some messed-up people. Keep that thing well away from us from now on, k?"
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The Return of the Retired Jedi
"The galaxy is in great peril" said Zell, with a cough. Along with his fellow-old-timers, like Khan, they looked down on the maelstrom of TRF.
"They have but one hope! said Tic, who stood with Khan and Zell. "We, the retired posters of TRF must return in all our glory, and save the galaxy!"
Suddenly, a crusty laugh came from the corner. They turned to see Rusty Metropolis.
"Fools" he said, with a hacking cough "You'll never return. 'Tis death to march the lands of TRF when your time is up!"
"Well then we shall face it! Arise, old posters of TRF!" Cried Khan "For we ride, to The Rebel Faction!"
"Great, just let me get my pills. Don't forget your cane."
"Got it, let's go!"
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Evoloution Versus God, on Pay-per-view.
The masses of TRF cheer, as the lights above the boxing ring turn on. The commentator, Ahnk, steps up to the box.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a title match, God (represented by Kas) is to fight Evoloution (represented by Gash) in a knockout fight for the title of "Science versus Superstition" not to be missed, and here come the combatants!"
To the tune of "I get knocked down" Comes Kas, in all his holy glory. He is shortly followed by an intense-appearing Gash, followed by what can only be summed up as nails on a chalkboard.
The two combatants size each other up...
"And the match is underway! Gash opens with a beginning 'refrence to scientific evidence found in Africa', but Kas ducks it with his useful 'Bible facts' dodge. Now it appears Gash is coming in with a vicious 'superstition, and here's why' comment, but Kas retaliates with a 'then what's the purpose of existance?' line."
But as we all know, the fight never ends.
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To be continued.
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Xilen and the Chiss of War!
The Mighty Xilen stood infront of his mighty army of blue-faced warriors, staring down the motley crew of aliens before him defending his target of conquest. Boldly, he roared in fury and rushed the defences, along with his mighty army.
Storming over the defences, and slaughtering left and right, a defender blocks his path and pricks his finger.
Xilen looks at the tiny drop of blood, and lets up a horrible screaming.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'm going home, you jerks and liars! The staff is biased and I hate you all!"
And with that, his army fled in confusion.
"Well, that was easy."
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War of the Loud-mouths
As Gash and Kas walk through the streets of the city of TRF, they spot Isstal at an intersection. Suddenly, a high-pitched war-cry emanates from above.
Chadd, armed with his Club of Verbal Insultery +5 leaps from the rooftops, beating viciously at Isstal's head. But Isstal counters with his Sharp knife of constant loud whining +8, and the two roll around the floor, stabbing viciously at each other's throats, and letting up the most horrendous wail.
"Oh for @#%$'s sake" exclaims Gash "Take your @#%$ whining off the road!"
"Now now Gash" says Kas "We must always be ready to help settle the conflicts of others."
...
"I say we just leave them."
"Sounds good."
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Waiting for ORS (and waiting, and waiting, and waiting...)
Gash is on the phone, waiting impatiently. Kas comes into the room.
"Hey Gash, what's up?"
"keep it down, I'm on the Outer-Rim-Soverinty War-time services hotline. No one's responding to my warfleets, and it's been days now - wait, hold on."
Suddenly, the waiting music stops. An automated voice speaks "If you would like assisstance in contacting ORS, press one now. If you would like someone to respond to your post, press two now-"
*BEEP*
"Thank you, unfortunately, we are not capable of replying to your post at this time. Your post is important to us, and your concerns are our concerns. Please hold for further assistance-"
"Oh @#%$ it!" shouts Gash, slamming down the phone "I'll just invade the freaking planets already."
"Oh, sounds fun. I'll pack a lunch."
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That Wacky DS6
From deep in the zombie-infested hole of TGC, one creature crawls tentativly from the pit. It slowly thinks "I must disguise myself amongst these TRFers, I must learn how to blend in. What is the most common disguise for creatures of evil and corruption in this land?"
Drayson suddenly passes nearby.
"Why, pretending to be a chick, of course!" the thing realizes, and dresses itself in the clothes of a woman. "Now I just need a 'name' as these living creatures call it."
It then proceeds to hit a few random keys.
"There we go. Now, finally, I must impersonate the language.
"PLENIS, LOL, OMGWTF???/?!1!?/"
Excellent...
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The Person Above You
Kas is speaking to a crowd of people "Try and find one nice thing about the last person to speak. This way, people will want to compliment each other because that means that they in turn will be complimented."
Gash, who is sitting nearby, grins "Sure, I'll play. Jesus Boy loathes the unbeliever in a surprisingly tolerante way, for a chrisitan."
Kas manages a forced grin "Oh Gash, I'm sure we all excpected your ready wit."
"Oh, but Jeebus boy, I'm not done yet. You also have a fine grasp of words of the english language that help express your love of a fictional person."
"Please, Gash, We all know you enjoy your little rants from time to time, but-"
"You're also gonna vote Bush in 2004"
A dangerous silence settles over the room.
"You're going down, Pinko-boy."
"Bring it, God-lover."
*BOOM*
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Playing well with others - sorta
Dolash is on a different board today. People are discussing boards on the internet, with the general consensus being the one they're on is the best one. Suddenly, Dolash pips up.
"Actually, I really like this site, but I must say The Rebel Faction provides a more competitive, exciting, and unique experience."
"Really?" Says a man by the name of Legba "Well let's see this site then, it sounds pretty good."
"Sure, hold on." Dolash reaches into his pocket and takes out a portal-link to TRF.
The other board members stick their heads in. There is a certain amount of screaming. As they pull their heads out, their hair is visibly singed.
"Dude, never post that again!"
"Oh come on" says dolash in his defence "It can't be that bad"
A mod, clearing bits of ash off his clothes disagrees "Those are some messed-up people. Keep that thing well away from us from now on, k?"
____________________________________________________________________
The Return of the Retired Jedi
"The galaxy is in great peril" said Zell, with a cough. Along with his fellow-old-timers, like Khan, they looked down on the maelstrom of TRF.
"They have but one hope! said Tic, who stood with Khan and Zell. "We, the retired posters of TRF must return in all our glory, and save the galaxy!"
Suddenly, a crusty laugh came from the corner. They turned to see Rusty Metropolis.
"Fools" he said, with a hacking cough "You'll never return. 'Tis death to march the lands of TRF when your time is up!"
"Well then we shall face it! Arise, old posters of TRF!" Cried Khan "For we ride, to The Rebel Faction!"
"Great, just let me get my pills. Don't forget your cane."
"Got it, let's go!"
______________________________________________________________________
Evoloution Versus God, on Pay-per-view.
The masses of TRF cheer, as the lights above the boxing ring turn on. The commentator, Ahnk, steps up to the box.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a title match, God (represented by Kas) is to fight Evoloution (represented by Gash) in a knockout fight for the title of "Science versus Superstition" not to be missed, and here come the combatants!"
To the tune of "I get knocked down" Comes Kas, in all his holy glory. He is shortly followed by an intense-appearing Gash, followed by what can only be summed up as nails on a chalkboard.
The two combatants size each other up...
"And the match is underway! Gash opens with a beginning 'refrence to scientific evidence found in Africa', but Kas ducks it with his useful 'Bible facts' dodge. Now it appears Gash is coming in with a vicious 'superstition, and here's why' comment, but Kas retaliates with a 'then what's the purpose of existance?' line."
But as we all know, the fight never ends.
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To be continued.
