Mon Dec 15, 2003 4:38 am by Arania
Chapter 1- Strange spam sounds
The thread was eerily quiet to begin with, despite the obvious nature of the thread, only sp/der inside, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for someone to enter his humble abode.
Suddenly, sp/der’s prayers were answered, and in walked Aceaz.
‘Welcome’ Said Sp/der ‘Welcome to my thread, friend, make all the sounds you want, as this is what we are here for’
‘What do you mean, Dear sir?’ Asked Aceaz
‘It means exactly what it says’ Replied Sp/der, slightly annoyed
‘What the hell then? Kpleh’ Said Aceaz
The door then swung open, and in walked a curious sir Spectre.
‘Kpleh’ Repeated Aceaz
‘Sp/der-’ Began Spectre
‘Kpleh’
‘Sombody already did-’ continued Spectre
‘Kpleh’
‘This’ Finished Spectre
‘Kpleh’
‘Moof’ Said Imagine, entering and promptly exiting the room.
Sp/der was sitting in the corner, trying to ignore the sounds of Aceaz saying ‘kpleh!’ continually
‘Sqeekybongolo!’ exclaimed sp/der
Nobody had a chance to reply, for Mullet chose that precise moment to crash though the roof, carrying tonnes of canned spam with him.
‘Who wants SPAMMMMMMM?’ He yelled
‘What the bet that these two gits are gonna get banned at the same time?’ said aceaz, struggling to extricate himself from underneath the pile of spam
Spectre was already at the door, trying to summon a moderator to the thread.
Eventually giving up, he ran over to the canned spam singing ‘Mullet is a terd’ While he attempted to dig up sp/der.
Aceaz Joined in the singing.
‘Why do I get the feeling my humble thread is being used as a weapon?’ Sp/der said, finally dug up from the pit of spam.
‘This is how we do it here at TRL, Sp/der’ said Spectre ‘I’m a pro’ He was then hit on the head by another can of spam thrown by mullet.
‘Twas a sad day’ Began Aceaz ‘When the mod’s took their leave, the spammers struck’
True to the point, Aceaz was then “struck” by a can of spam, also thrown by mullet.
‘It’s not really much a strange sound’ Said Aceaz, when the stars in his eyes cleared ‘As an annoying drone that WONT STOP!’
‘... And all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse..’ Began Sp/der ‘When suddenly attacked by relentless spammers did come about and the people cried with an angry Shout, SHUT UP....’
‘It sure ain’t a larks call’ Said Spectre
‘Where’s a mod when you need one?’ Said Sp/der
‘The pen is mightier then the sword’ Said Imagine, poking his head in the thread door ‘But not the click’
Griffon, Warlord Bob and Arania walked in then and almost choked at the stench of rotting spam.
‘Wow!’ Exclaimed Griffon ‘Live spam!’
He pulled a can of spam out of his pocket and tossed it on the pile,
‘That my bit’ He said, and left
‘Call the mods!’ Yelled Bob
A ball of flame then ignited in Arania’s hand
‘This is far too out of hand’ Said Arania ‘I’m getting a moderator’
‘I already did’ Said Spectre
Arania poked his head out of the door, ‘MUSTANG!’ He yelled.
Mustang arrived instantaneously.
‘Alright, now I’m pissed of Mullet!! This is you one and only warning!’ He yelled
The thread door closed with an ominous *click*