Sith War 2002: dreams of plans and plans of dreams
Muuurgh
seemed two miles into the upper echelons of the RASSM big-top. A lone woman
stood atop them and began her dive into a small pool below.
"Mommy, can I have another cotton candy? Pleeeease?"
"Not now Murghy honey. It's almost time for the big event."
"But Mommmy...?"
Down on the main floor three lion tamers led a massive cat with a
chain-leash into the center ring. "And now for the main event!" the ring
master exclaimed as the spotlights highlighted the lion who was being
taunted with staffs and whips as it was chained down to the floor.
Helplessly the lion growled, lashing out with its powerful claws as the lion
tamers circled the angry feline.
"What are they doing Mommy? Why are they hurting that poor kitty?"
"It's just a game." Muuurgh's mom said as she winced seeing another whip
gash the hide of the cat.
"Ladies and gentleman. This monstrosity, this feline, was caught on the out
skirts of the RASSM system core, he killed 5 of its captors before the rest
could cage him. It's time we let the Decladon has its way with this
ferocious-disgusting animal." The spotlights shifted to the rear of the
tent. A blue and greenish, feathered beast with four legs, three tails and
a head like a raptor slowly entered shifting its massive body from side to
side as its deafening roar flooded the big-top.
The lion broke its chains and pounced on the closest tamer, shredding him to
bits within seconds. His hackles raised as his jaws lets a piece of meat
fall to the floor. "Grrooooaaaawwwrr."
Screams and commotion filled the big top, many RASSMers ran for the exits,
most sat in amazement. The Decladon approached the ring, its senses fixed
on the lion...
***
"Muuurgh.. Muuurgh? Wake up." C'Pi wiped some debris from Muuurgh's chest,
"Hey are you alright?"
"Huh?" Muuurgh growled. "Yeah, what happened?"
"Someone detonated a thermal detonator." C'Pi paused "Some Porkinites
died."
"Is the Archon safe?" Muuurgh asked as he stood up shaking his head. He
hated that dream.
"Yeah, It's organizing a hunting party."
"Any clue as to who did this?" Muuurgh asked.
"Some note was left, it said: LONG LIVE GONK!" C'Pi reported.
"I wish it was that bastard Mark Miller. That would make this war
interesting. Is this a new war?"
"I think so."
"Hmm. You gonna help Gumby help the Pokemon?" Muuurgh felt like throwing
up. "I'll never get all of their names straight." (You know that don't
you)
"We have never really faced Gonk. Have we?" Muuurgh scratched his ear
"Can't be too hard, I mean what's it got? All we need are some large magnets
and a trash compactor."
***Back at the Hall of Ham***
A fat man in a greasy shirt that was too tight around the waist pointed his
pointer at the enlarged blue-prints that were projected on the wall. "And
here we have the garbage masher, large enough to fit half of RASSM City into
it's belly." He unconsciously scratched his exposed bellybutton. The
blue-prints revealed the plans for a large space-station in the shape of an
overweight pig. "The electromagnetically lined anus opens here.." he points
at the pig's crack, "..capable of attracting any metal within a .57 parsec
radius." The fat man in the greasy shirt waits for the ooohhh's and ahhh's
to diminish as he grabbed a quick bite of his pizza "No Gonkite.." he began
while speaking around the food in his mouth "..will be able to get anywhere
near us. And if they do they will be crushed by the Porkanus."
Archon thanked the fat greasy man. "We cannot let these plans fall into the
hands of the enemy. It is imperative that they remain secret until the
space-station is complete."
"Archon, Muuurgh and I are on our way to assist Gumby in the rescue the
Pokemon. These plans are to be kept on guard at all times by no less than
100 Guards." C'Pi instructed.
Muuurgh leaned over to Archon "Jade, I don't like this. Shouldn't we keep
the plans with us?"
"No, we need to keep them at the Hall of Ham where the scientists can work
on the kinks. And besides, no one knows about this, only the Porkinites."
Jade looks around at all the Newbies who are reading the Sith war for the
first time. "Well, them too, but their relatively harmless."
**sneaking out the back door Barq squaked a message to his master**
**a tall droid shedded its Porkinite garb and relayed its knowledge to a
spaceship floating among the debris in the RASSM android belt**
**a little girl ran home and added to her RASSM webring site "the Porkinites
are planning to build a space-station in the shape of a pig with an
electromagnetic anus" (her site had 2,500 hits that day)**
-Muuurgh
SUMMARY
1. Muuurgh has a dry dream.
2. He learns about the attack
3. Plans are made to build a Space-station
4. The Porkinites leave the plans under the care of a few incompetent
Porkinites and go off to try and save RH.
Peter Hanely
>
> -Muuurgh
> SUMMARY
> 1. Muuurgh has a dry dream.
> 2. He learns about the attack
> 3. Plans are made to build a Space-station
2 deathstars, a giant pig... hmmmmm, should I get in the act also?
(pulls up a virtual draftboard and starts designing.)
> 4. The Porkinites leave the plans under the care of a few incompetent
> Porkinites and go off to try and save RH.
>
Not that RH really needs saving.
--
The Jedi Hacker
"A Jedi uses the code for queries and filters, never for cracks."
C'Pi
"Peter Hanely" <han...@nospam.calweb.com> wrote in message
news:3CF35864...@nospam.calweb.com...
> Muuurgh wrote:
> >
> > -Muuurgh
> > SUMMARY
> > 1. Muuurgh has a dry dream.
> > 2. He learns about the attack
> > 3. Plans are made to build a Space-station
>
> 2 deathstars, a giant pig... hmmmmm, should I get in the act also?
> (pulls up a virtual draftboard and starts designing.)
>
> > 4. The Porkinites leave the plans under the care of a few incompetent
> > Porkinites and go off to try and save RH.
> >
> Not that RH really needs saving.
Peter, you're either a dipshit or a real asshole.
C'Pi
Peter Hanely
>
> C'Pi
>
>
Not that very many sith warriers would actually know she's been
released. So the 'rescue' could still go forward, with a twist.