Art Sandusky

REVIEW YOURSELF

Unless you're on Netscape, and all you get is a little broken image icon.

(wipes semen off of the board from London and Kidman's win)

But they said we're evil! EVIL, I SAY!

What happened?

IT WAS ME SMARTMARKS IT WAS ME ALL ALONG Well, it was me inviting that first wave. Anyone who came after that first rush was that Booty person.

I can't wait for this, if it does make production.

The crowds are larger then than the current product.

Clearly he should lose the title and work a program with Chuck Palumbo to get Homoerotic Chuck v2.0 over because of this.

Orton has a package, and he likes to remind us that he's more attractive than just about all of us in EVERY way.

Oh lord, please let me unleash the whoosh.

Lovely logic.

Dude, Pizza Hut is awesome, I don't know what you people are on.

That was totally made up, I just said "HD crew," which is anyone who posts in here at all. The rest took it as "HD regulars," which are much different and generally cooler. The idea was to see how many people were insistent on showing their coolness and WACKY SPONTANAEITY~ by disobeying something. I actually had it pegged at a half-hour.

Hey, they use the same senseless, morally righteous hyperbole as you. Maybe they aren't so bad, Mikey.

With Tyler's last post, it took one hour and two minutes to do it. I knew you all had the lack of self-control in ya!

Is a Whoosh in order?

AoO can't touch this.

About 85-95% of the threads in this folder get to the point where the little envelope on the left hand side turns red, meaning it's a "hot topic" or whatever it's called. I want to see if the HD crew can avoid posting in this thread, or at least not enough to make it a red envelope thread. (lurks and waits)

Don't people lose points for that anyway?

EXTERIOR: E-SPACE -- REBEL CRUISER The Millennium Fletch is attached to a huge Rebel cruiser by a docking tube. Rebel flamers move about the giant cruiser, and a Rebel transport ship hovers near the fleet. INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FLETCH -- COCKPIT Kotzo sits in the pilot's seat as he talks into the comlink. Soulie busily throws a variety of switches in preparation for takeoff. KOTZO: Can we please re-name this ship the Red Blooded Woman? Soulie growls and grunts. KOTZO: Millenium Fletch is such an awful name though. It’d be like if I called it the Epic Bill or something. Soulie groans a curt response. KOTZO: Well, when Bank’s not a popsicle, maybe I will win it back and name it as I please. Soulie is satisfied. KOTZO: (into comlink) Dave, we're ready for takeoff. Dave: (over comlink) Good luck, Kotzo. KOTZO: (into comlink) When we find JennTaSA the Hutt and that bounty hunter, we'll contact you. DAVE: Don’t let her eat you before you rescue Bank. Kotzo laughs. INTERIOR: STAR CRUISER -- MEDICAL CENTER Dave is speaking into the comlink as a medical droid works on his hand. Welsh stands near him while Agnes and ALF-2 look out the window. DAVE: (into comlink) I'll meet you at the rendezvous point on Sanktooine. INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FLETCH -- COCKPIT KOTZO: (into comlink) Princess, we'll find Bank. I promise. INTERIOR: STAR CRUISER -- MEDICAL CENTER LUKE: (into comlink) Soulie, I'll be waiting for your signal. Soulie's wail comes over the comlink. DAVE: (into comlink) Take care, you two. May the Whorce be with you. Dave looks down at his hand. A metalized type of bandage has been wrapped around his wrist. The medical droid makes some adjustments in a tiny electronic unit, then pricks each one of Dave's fingers. DAVE: Ow! I geuss this isn’t so baso. MEDICAL DROID: Now, master Cobainwalker, your spelling ability will never be completely the same, but you’ll still be able to be understood. DAVE: I hoep. Dave wriggles his fingers, makes a fist, and relaxes it. His hand is completely functional at least. He gets up and walks over to Welsh. There is a new bond between them, a new understanding. Welsh is thinking about Bank; Dave is thinking about his uncertain and newly complicated future. Together they stand at the large window of the medical center looking out on the Rebel Star Cruiser and a dense, luminous server swirling in e-space. Dave puts his arm around Welsh. The droids stand next to them, and Agnes moves closer to ALF-2 putting his arm on him. ALF-2 lets out an angry beep and Agnes backs off. The group watches as the Millennium Fletch moves into view, makes a turn, and zooms away into e-space. EXTERIOR: E-SPACE -- REBEL STAR CRUISER While Welsh, Dave, and the droids stand, looking out the window of the star cruiser, two escort flamers join the large ship. Slowly, the cruiser turns and moves away into e-space.

What's sad/scary is that I know a LOT of girls who would kill to fuck that guy, especially if he was in a band.

It's got continuity from the Episode IV alteration, and remember Obi-Wan's "from a certain point of view" definition of "kill," since Vader killed his light side and thus Anakin Skywalker to become the Dark Lord. Similarly, a messageboarder doing the same thing with themselves would be killing their old persona. No one banned them. Rather, they killed it themselves.

INTERIOR: GANTRY -- OUTSIDE CONTROL ROOM -- REACTOR SHAFT Dave moves along the railing and up to the control room. Vadersault lunges at him and Dave immediately raises his lit Dutch to meet Vadersault’s. Sparks fly as they duel, Vadersault gradually forcing Dave backward toward the gantry. VADERSAULT: You are beaten. It is useless to resist. Don't let yourself be destroyed as Obi-Will did. Dave answers by rolling sideways and thrusting his Dutch at Vadersault so viciously that he nicks Vadersault on the shoulder. The black armor sparks and smokes and Vadersault seems to be hurt, but immediately recovers. Dave backs off along the narrow end of the gantry as Vadersault comes at him, slashing at the young Post Whore with his Dutch. Dave makes a quick move around the instrument complex attached to the end of the gantry. Vadersault's Dutch comes slashing down, cutting the complex loose; it begins to fall, then is caught by the rising wind and blown upward. Dave glances at the instrument complex floating away. At that instant, Vadersault's Dutch comes down across Luke's right forearm, cutting off his spelling ability and sending his Dutch flying. In great pain, Dave squeezes his forearm under his left armpit and moves back along the gantry to its extreme end. Vadersault follows. The wind subsides. Dave holds on. There is nowhere else to go. VADERSAULT: There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you. You do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover you power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the server. DAVE: I'll never join you! VADERSAULT: If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Will never told you what happened to your father. DAVE: He told me enough! He told me you killed him. VADERSAULT: No. I am your father. Shocked, Dave looks at Vadersault in utter disbelief. DAVE: No. No. That's not true! That's impossible! VADERSAULT: Search your feelings. You know it to be true. DAVE: No! No! VADERSAULT: Dave, you can destroy Emperor Palpatom. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and we can rule the server as father and son. Come with me. It's the only way. Vadersault puts away his Dutch and holds his hand out to Dave. A calm comes over Dave, and he makes a decision. In the next instant he steps off the gantry platform into space. The Dark Poster looks over the platform and sees Dave falling far below. The wind begins to blow at Vadersault's cape and the torrent finally forces him back, away from the edge. The wind soon fades and the wounded Post Whore begins to drop fast, unable to grab onto anything to break his fall.

Can you play the bass? I've got all the black stereotypes other than basketball and chitlins, only I'm fishbelly white. Perhaps I was Marvin Gaye in a past life. You can dance?! Bah, I don't believe it. I'm blacker than AoO. Shit, people thought I really was black when I was first here.