. . . that the forum has insufficient vespene gas. Nor do we currently own any production facilities capable of rectifying this problem. If any of our most generous allies could see fit to lend us some, normal operations shall resume in short order.
That is all.
Additionally one million mindless drone attack bots would not be frowned upon.
Dracos
ZERGLING RUSH
KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!~~
~Carthrat wins! Frawwess Victoly!~
Status update:
We have a Krogoth-class radar contact moving towards the forum. All defensive emplacements are on a high state of alert, with orders to fire at will. Outlying air forces have been recalled for base defence, and mobile ground forces are currently moving under cover of radar jamming to confirm the contact.
We believe it's primary target is the Commander - he has been evacuated and will not be joining us in this engagement.
"The Tertiary Wave is approaching contact point."
"Very good, Seth. Is the Commander present?"
"We believe not, sir. However, the Primary Objective is still yet untouched by the enroachers."
"I see. Proceed as according to plan, but withdraw the Primary Wave. They will not be required."
"Yes, sir. The Airstrip is in place, and multiple reinforcements will commence shortly."
"All is well. Continue, Seth."
"Aye, sir."
And now for something completely different:
A man riding a bicycle off a cliff.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!-*splortch*
Oh my lord...
THAT MAN WAS CARRYING THE CURE FOR Fanfiction.NETism!
Now the world is cursed to neverending 25 second fanfiction and crossovers that should never be.
Uh oh...
I feel ... one... coming... on... can't... stop... no....
>>>>>
Kermit frowned. It seemed like every day he'd drop what seemed like obvious "hints" about Piggy's precious Mephistopheles-chan. It didn't seem possible that she didn't realize who the little devil really was. With all the Jusenkyo curses out there, how could she miss EVERY SINGLE sign?
"Heeeeyyyy... Kermit!" Fozzie slid into the room, a beaming grin on his face. "I have this FANtastic new routine you gotta hear!"
Kermit grimaced and rolled his eyes. "Fozzie..."
"No, really! These jokes are killer! Killer, I tells ya!" Fozzie wiggled his eyebrows. "Eh? Eh?"
"Well...." Kermit hedged. "Maybe one."
"All right! Okay, listen up." Fozzie cleared his throat. "Why did the Swedish Chef throw the spice rack out the window?"
"Wee da deeh ba zooba!"
"Uh, I don't know, Fozzie, why?" Kermit finally asked.
"Cuz he wanted to see Thyme fly!" Fozzie tipped his hat with a flourish. "Get it? Thyme??? Eh?"
Kermit groaned.
'Gee, Bear, that's almost as bad as your 'Gonzo or a Cabbage' routine?" Nabiki smirked as she walked into the room and sat on the couch, lounging back and yawning.
A six-inch demon flew into the room and, spying Kermit, headed straight for the frog, screeching at the top of his lungs.
"Dang it, Mephisto-chan! Cut it out!"
"KERMIIEEEE! QUIT picking on poor little Mephistopheles-chan!" With a lightning quick "HI YA", Kermit was sent flying out back into the pond.
An 80-foot gorilla stood up and groaned. "Piggy, whaddya do that for?" King Kermit moaned.
>>>>>
Ahhh.... Thank goodness... I think, I hope, I pray that terrible crossover/fusion is gone forever.
-J
The unfun is with you. Always.
Dracos
It flows arounds us, and binds us. Binds us oh-so-tightly. Make the hurting stop!
This task...
It has fallen to you, Rat.
And if you do not do it...
Only apple pie will.
Dracos
How's about some of THOSE apples, huh? HUH?!
Huh? You talking to me, huh? Wise guy?
He can't be, since you're obviously running around on fire.
*ignites....the Rat*
There is no hope for this world.
And seriously, if it wasn't for the fact that there seems to be TWENTY THOUSAND RPGS sitting in the larval stages around here, I'd be prodded to wrangle ye guys up for gaming.
Dracos
Don't be silly, Drac. You know RPGs never *really* get anywhere!
Sure they do. You guys have accomplished -six months- worth of bugging me! :p
Here's to Six years more! >_>
O_O
Dracos
Awesomeness. Screw six years.
LET'S STAY HERE FOR EVAR!!!1!