"I said," Simon repeated, sighing. "'Since when did you go back to being an
Ewok?'!"
"Och?" McEwok asked. "Haud oan a minute."
So saying, the Imperial Ewok's tapped his head vigorously several times with
one stubby finger. Simon blinked, sure that he saw what looked like static
and a slight blue wash haze over McEwok's gleaming white Grand Admiral's
tunic. But, without anything really seeming to *happen*, McEwok became an
Imperial officer in the black uniform of Special services, with a blaster at
one hip, a black-lacquered field-service cuirass over his tunic and tac
goggles snapped back above the peak of his cap.
"Odd," Simon noted, tilting his head to one side and squinting at him. "From
this angle, you look a little like Elrond wearing a business-suit."
"Great thing about this being a text-based MUSH, that," McEwok agreed,
perhaps just a little superciliously. "Now where were we?"
"Um, Gumby died," Simon offered. "Only then he was alive back in that
Porkinite party I never payed much attention to, and there was a slight
continuity flub regarding the fact I had decided *not* to go for the Matrix
vibe back when I *briefly* wrote myself in to a previous Sith War."
"It all makes sense," McEwok noted. "H."
"Pardon?" Simon asked, frowning deeply and regarding his fellow-NRG'er with
puzzlement, reaching deep into the hive mind in an effort to work out just
why he was there.
***
"Uhh, excuse me," came a voice, interrupting Simon's reverie and McEwok's
contemplation of the horizon. Both turned to see a small orange fish
flicking its way slowly through the riverside haze towards them.
"You look like a very small parody of the Infinity Kipper," McEwok noted.
"What is this?"
"That I am," the Small Kipper agreed. "I am the Kallas Kult Kipper, emissary
of Grand Admiral Phillip A. Kallas, Usunet's Most Eligible Batchellor (tm),
King of Greater Suck, He-Who-Is-Not-Called-James, and High Kippermeister of
RASSM."
"Right," Simon nodded.
"Phillip A. Kallas, my lord and yours, commands you to make ready President
Sal's palace for his arrival."
"Sounds fairly reasonable," Simon nodded. "Anything else?"
"Lord Kallas is preparing to reveal his status as God-Emperor of RASSM to
you puny mortals," the Kipper explained. "After he has siezed power by force
of arms, he will marry President Sal to legitimize his rule according to
your transient 'laws', and institute a perpetual orgy in RASSM City, with
three free cheerleader-sluts for everyone - whether they want them or not!"
"Say what?" John Donchig asked, appearing abruptly from a door that seemed
to lead in from AFS.
"Kallas is back," McEwok noted. "And this time, he's brought beer."
"Shouldn't that be 'armed for beer'?" Simon asked.
"Possibly," McEwok noted, as a small, pale-furred creature with floppy ears
ran past, hotly pursued by RH and her Pokemon. "But there's no time. There
goes our plot hoojib..."
"Huh?" Simon asked, as Middle Earth began to dissolve around them into
scrolling lines of ASCII. "What's going on?"
"Relax," McEwok answered, looking even more Elrond-like than he had before,
and slipping on a pair of shades over his eyes. "You did realise that this
Sith War was a _Matrix_ parody all along, didn't you?"
***
Summary:
Rumours abound that Kallas has declared himself Emperor of RASSM and is
plotting to seize and marry President Sal. The Jedi Master James Trory has
so far passed no comment, but perhaps a little wind.
Pol'
>
>"Relax," McEwok answered, looking even more Elrond-like than he had before,
>and slipping on a pair of shades over his eyes. "You did realise that this
>Sith War was a _Matrix_ parody all along, didn't you?"
>
>***
>
>Summary:
>
>Rumours abound that Kallas has declared himself Emperor of RASSM and is
>plotting to seize and marry President Sal. The Jedi Master James Trory has
>so far passed no comment, but perhaps a little wind.
It's a parody of a parody of a parody of the film of the making of
the film of Gone With the Wind.
--
__ (-o-) <*> A L L D O N E! B Y E B Y E!
(__ * _ _ _ _
__)|| | |(_)| \ "Mmm... unexplained bacon."
> policrat' <policr...@hotmail.com> choreographed a chorus line of
> high-kicking electrons to spell out:
>
>>
>> "Relax," McEwok answered, looking even more Elrond-like than he had before,
>> and slipping on a pair of shades over his eyes. "You did realise that this
>> Sith War was a _Matrix_ parody all along, didn't you?"
>>
>> ***
>>
>> Summary:
>>
>> Rumours abound that Kallas has declared himself Emperor of RASSM and is
>> plotting to seize and marry President Sal. The Jedi Master James Trory has
>> so far passed no comment, but perhaps a little wind.
>
> It's a parody of a parody of a parody of the film of the making of
> the film of Gone With the Wind.
Don't you mean "_Citizen Kane_"?
Pol'
> Simon H. Lee! I should have recognized your foul stench when I was
> brought on board!
>
>> policrat' <policr...@hotmail.com> choreographed a chorus line of
>> high-kicking electrons to spell out:
>>
>>>
>>> "Relax," McEwok answered, looking even more Elrond-like than he had
>>> before, and slipping on a pair of shades over his eyes. "You did
>>> realise that this Sith War was a _Matrix_ parody all along, didn't
>>> you?"
>>>
>>> ***
>>>
>>> Summary:
>>>
>>> Rumours abound that Kallas has declared himself Emperor of RASSM and
>>> is plotting to seize and marry President Sal. The Jedi Master James
>>> Trory has so far passed no comment, but perhaps a little wind.
>>
>> It's a parody of a parody of a parody of the film of the making of
>> the film of Gone With the Wind.
>
> Don't you mean "_Citizen Kane_"?
I got to play off the word "wind" there, so not exactly... :D
--
__ (-o-) <*> A L L D O N E! B Y E B Y E!
(__ * _ _ _ _ "Sometimes the need to mess with their heads
__)|| | |(_)| \ outweighs the millstone of humiliation."
>policrat' choreographed a chorus line of high-kicking electrons to spell
>out:
>
>> Simon H. Lee! I should have recognized your foul stench when I was
>> brought on board!
>>
>>> policrat' <policr...@hotmail.com> choreographed a chorus line of
>>> high-kicking electrons to spell out:
>>>
>>>>
>>>> "Relax," McEwok answered, looking even more Elrond-like than he had
>>>> before, and slipping on a pair of shades over his eyes. "You did
>>>> realise that this Sith War was a _Matrix_ parody all along, didn't
>>>> you?"
>>>>
>>>> ***
>>>>
>>>> Summary:
>>>>
>>>> Rumours abound that Kallas has declared himself Emperor of RASSM and
>>>> is plotting to seize and marry President Sal. The Jedi Master James
>>>> Trory has so far passed no comment, but perhaps a little wind.
>>>
>>> It's a parody of a parody of a parody of the film of the making of
>>> the film of Gone With the Wind.
>>
>> Don't you mean "_Citizen Kane_"?
>
> I got to play off the word "wind" there, so not exactly... :D
That reminds me of something I heard on a radio program the other day,
they had to come up with prequel names for films and I was sure the
minds of RASSM could come up with some good ones, example
Arriving with the breeze
Apocalypse Later
Schindlers To Do List
The Empire wonders what to do
The Fifth sense...the boy who could see all the time
Ok they arent great, surely someone can do better
> policrat' choreographed a chorus line of high-kicking electrons to spell
> out:
>
>> Simon H. Lee! I should have recognized your foul stench when I was
>> brought on board!
>>
>>> policrat' <policr...@hotmail.com> choreographed a chorus line of
>>> high-kicking electrons to spell out:
>>>
>>>>
>>>> "Relax," McEwok answered, looking even more Elrond-like than he had
>>>> before, and slipping on a pair of shades over his eyes. "You did
>>>> realise that this Sith War was a _Matrix_ parody all along, didn't
>>>> you?"
>>>>
>>>> ***
>>>>
>>>> Summary:
>>>>
>>>> Rumours abound that Kallas has declared himself Emperor of RASSM and
>>>> is plotting to seize and marry President Sal. The Jedi Master James
>>>> Trory has so far passed no comment, but perhaps a little wind.
>>>
>>> It's a parody of a parody of a parody of the film of the making of
>>> the film of Gone With the Wind.
>>
>> Don't you mean "_Citizen Kane_"?
>
> I got to play off the word "wind" there, so not exactly... :D
I know..
Pol'