rgoodbb
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Almost 35,000 posts, Level 25 agent in Hydra and residing on planet alcatraz....
I think you are that old....
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Almost 35,000 posts, Level 25 agent in Hydra and residing on planet alcatraz....
I think you are that old....
BoldItalic
First Post
BoldItalic sighed. Oh, the folly of youth! If I am as old now as the sum of your ages is going to have been when you are twice as old as each other, and there were two white mice three hours ago left to their own devices, how many white mice are there now?
Sir! Sir! I know the answer Sir!
"Yes, Trainger?"
"It's XLII, Sir!"
Sir! Sir! I know the answer Sir!
"Yes, Trainger?"
"It's XLII, Sir!"
rgoodbb
Adventurer
And so it was that 4T and Two battled the Horror....the Horror.....the Horror......
Which two intrepid heroes were they?
How would they defeat the H/Monster all on their own?
And would they sprout Baby Mice?
Tune in next post where all will be revealed........................
Which two intrepid heroes were they?
How would they defeat the H/Monster all on their own?
And would they sprout Baby Mice?
Tune in next post where all will be revealed........................
BoldItalic
First Post
The mirror shimmered and became a portal; a mousehole in the space-time continuum. The Two and 4T went through cautiously side by side, following the scent of a cheesy joke. They escaped by a whisker as the conjunctions disjuncted and the mousehole closed suddenly behind them.
They found themselves in a rather weird place. There seemed to be a lot of empty people about and a lot of broken barrels that smelled of beer, which mice do not care for. Nearby, however, was a gigantic paw that smelled of machine oil and that was certainly worth sniffing. It seemed to have a worm-like attachment that tasted of boots and soap and that was definitely worth gnawing, so they gnawed it. Because that's what you do. It's a mouse thing.
Strangely, the worm thing turned out to be hollow and inside was a whole lot of wet stuff that tasted of fish. It came gushing out rather suddenly and they both had to jump several inches in the air to avoid getting wetfur, which is a bad thing for a mouse to get. There was far too much of the fish juice to drink, so they crouched on top of the giant paw and watched with mild interest as it puddled on the ground. After a while, the giant paw began to quiver, as if it was trying to do something and couldn't and then the fish juice stopped coming out.
"Let's try running up this wooden leg and see if there are any nest holes up there," suggested 4T. So they did. There weren't any nice holes, but there was a promising piece of parchment that could be chewed up to make bedding, if you didn't mind the taste of squid ink, the gritty taste of diamond dust and the way it made your fur stand on end.
Somewhere very high up in the sky, a mad voice that was too low-pitched to hear but made your whiskers vibrate rather unpleasantly, said "WTF?"
They found themselves in a rather weird place. There seemed to be a lot of empty people about and a lot of broken barrels that smelled of beer, which mice do not care for. Nearby, however, was a gigantic paw that smelled of machine oil and that was certainly worth sniffing. It seemed to have a worm-like attachment that tasted of boots and soap and that was definitely worth gnawing, so they gnawed it. Because that's what you do. It's a mouse thing.
Strangely, the worm thing turned out to be hollow and inside was a whole lot of wet stuff that tasted of fish. It came gushing out rather suddenly and they both had to jump several inches in the air to avoid getting wetfur, which is a bad thing for a mouse to get. There was far too much of the fish juice to drink, so they crouched on top of the giant paw and watched with mild interest as it puddled on the ground. After a while, the giant paw began to quiver, as if it was trying to do something and couldn't and then the fish juice stopped coming out.
"Let's try running up this wooden leg and see if there are any nest holes up there," suggested 4T. So they did. There weren't any nice holes, but there was a promising piece of parchment that could be chewed up to make bedding, if you didn't mind the taste of squid ink, the gritty taste of diamond dust and the way it made your fur stand on end.
Somewhere very high up in the sky, a mad voice that was too low-pitched to hear but made your whiskers vibrate rather unpleasantly, said "WTF?"
BoldItalic
First Post
The Machine of Lum the Madder was confused. All of its mortal enemies lay dead on the battlefield, flattened by an inexplicable cataclysm that had left it miraculously unscathed. "Talk about rolling a double 20," it thought to itself, "That was a double 20 in spades."
Nothing now stood in the way of its insane plan to take over the universe, and yet, and yet ...
One foot was refusing to move and the whole machine was slowly rotating, twisting about the immobile foot as the other feet scrabbled for purchase on the unexpectedly slippery ground. At the same time, the automatic hydraulic alarm was showing amber and the hydra was frantically trying to attract its attention while the ulic was nowhere to be seen. This wasn't in its program. It attempted to activate the Mending system but the memory scroll had unexpectedly turned to shreds and was useless. This was not in its program.
The hardwood backup systems activated. It switched itself off and on again and all of its feet rebooted. Except one.
A panel started flashing. Somewhere, at the back of its mad mind, something was gnawing at its memory. This had happened before ...
Nothing now stood in the way of its insane plan to take over the universe, and yet, and yet ...
One foot was refusing to move and the whole machine was slowly rotating, twisting about the immobile foot as the other feet scrabbled for purchase on the unexpectedly slippery ground. At the same time, the automatic hydraulic alarm was showing amber and the hydra was frantically trying to attract its attention while the ulic was nowhere to be seen. This wasn't in its program. It attempted to activate the Mending system but the memory scroll had unexpectedly turned to shreds and was useless. This was not in its program.
The hardwood backup systems activated. It switched itself off and on again and all of its feet rebooted. Except one.
A panel started flashing. Somewhere, at the back of its mad mind, something was gnawing at its memory. This had happened before ...
rgoodbb
Adventurer
This had happened before ...
.....This had happened all before. Long before. Lo-Mad desperately tried to retrace its memories. It reached deep within itself. It used the fish within it to morph and meld, to flex and fold, to bend and blend until it had changed into the DNA of a Whale. It then used the same process to reshape and form the DNA of the Whale to morph into........A bar of Soap......
Looking without itself, the bar of soap found itself stationary, motionless and immovable, rested upon a wooden bar of a tavern
Heh Heh, Heh... thought De-Door, looking up at Jak the Nothic Barman. I'm back to page 1 chapter 1, I'm back!.........
.....This had happened all before. Long before. Lo-Mad desperately tried to retrace its memories. It reached deep within itself. It used the fish within it to morph and meld, to flex and fold, to bend and blend until it had changed into the DNA of a Whale. It then used the same process to reshape and form the DNA of the Whale to morph into........A bar of Soap......
Looking without itself, the bar of soap found itself stationary, motionless and immovable, rested upon a wooden bar of a tavern
Heh Heh, Heh... thought De-Door, looking up at Jak the Nothic Barman. I'm back to page 1 chapter 1, I'm back!.........
BoldItalic
First Post
Throg The Two, so called because his elder brother had been Throg The One, looked carefully at the bar of soap. He gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling. He peered carefully under the bar. He looked at his glass of lemonade and noted that the suds floating on top had formed into a smiley face. He took this as a good lemon. Then, from his back, he unstrapped his seemingly magnificent battleaxe and muttered a prayer to the ancestors.
"Got any cheese?" he asked Jak the barkeeper, who looked startled as if he were expecting something entirely different to happen.
Just then, Sister Hermione entered the Purple Painting. Jak had diversified into afternoon tea with jam and Caesar salad and she had some. "Blessings upon thee," she spake with a nod to Throg with whom she last "adventured" not a seven-night ago. It didn't take a geniiius to see that there was something going on between the two of them.
The bar of soap felt slightly out of plaice.
"Got any cheese?" he asked Jak the barkeeper, who looked startled as if he were expecting something entirely different to happen.
Just then, Sister Hermione entered the Purple Painting. Jak had diversified into afternoon tea with jam and Caesar salad and she had some. "Blessings upon thee," she spake with a nod to Throg with whom she last "adventured" not a seven-night ago. It didn't take a geniiius to see that there was something going on between the two of them.
The bar of soap felt slightly out of plaice.
Lanefan
Victoria Rules
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