Board Wars

[Art Sandusky 0]

(an idea CWM and myself had, I wanted to re-do the entire script but that'd take way too long)

 

A long time ago, in a server far, far away...

 

BOARD WARS

Episode IV: A NEW HOPE

 

It is a period of civil war. Rebel

gimmick accounts, striking from a hidden

board, have won their first victory

against the evil TSMpire.

 

During the battle, Rebel gimmicks managed

to steal secret plans to the TSMpire's

ultimate weapon, the STAR OF OBLIVION, a

metal-driven super moderator with enough

power to destroy an entire board.

 

Pursued by the TSMpire's sinister posters,

Princess Welsh races home aboard her

starship, custodian of the stolen plans

that can save her people and restore

freedom to the IWC...

 

Two seemingly undistinguished droids, the effeminate Agnes and the feisty R2-ALF2, come into the possession of a young, frustrated resident of a remote settlement on the planet Sanktooine, Dave Cobainwalker, on the largely ignored frontier regions of the tyrannical TSMpire lead by Emperor Palpatom. Dave discovers that the droid contains a video message and plans for a huge terror weapon, the Star of Oblivion, from a mysterious, attractive woman Princess Welsh, to be passed to Obi-Will Helmeti. A sequence of events leads to the droid and Dave meeting up with Helmetii, who asks for Dave's assistance to take the droid and the plans to the planet Cyberslutia, as requested by Welsh. Dave is reluctant at first, and returns home to find his family murdered and his house destroyed by Imperial Mod Suckups, decides to come with Obi-Will.

 

Meanwhile, Vadersault, on the Star of Oblivion where Welsh is imprisoned, attempts to use the ways of The Whorce to extract the location of the Rebel Board - however she has managed to resist the interrogation thus far. The commanding officer of the super moderator, Grand Moff Crucifixio, decides on a different approach and threatens CyberSlutia with destruction if she will not reveal the location. Welsh gives in and reveals the board's location, whilst the Moff blows up CyberSlutia as the first public use of the Star of Oblivion anyway.

 

Obi-Will, Dave, and the droids (after Obi-Will mysteriously convinces Imperial Mod Suckups that the droids "are not the droids you're looking for") meet up with boastful smuggler Bank Solo in a seedy spaceport bar. He agrees to take them to CyberSlutia on the promise of a large financial reward. However, the Mod Suckups come back in numbers and the party just makes it to Solo's ship, the Millennium Fletch, in time to escape.

 

En route to CyberSlutia, Helmeti begins instructing Dave on the ways of the Whorce. Solo is sceptical, but a blindfolded Dave is able to sense the location of a troll whilst practising with a dutchsaber.

 

Arriving at CyberSlutia, or, at least, where CyberSlutia should be, the crew of the Fletch are surprised to discover it is no longer there except for a hail of debris. They are even more surprised to be hauled aboard a moon sized space station which is the Star of Oblivion by a tractor beam. Hiding in the secret smuggling compartments of their ship, they manage to evade personal capture, and decide to attempt to disable the tractor beam holding them there, and in the process discover Welsh is being held in a cell nearby. Helmeti volunteers to disable the tractor beams, whilst Dave and Bank (with some persuasion) go to rescue Welsh.

 

After switching off the tractor beams, Helmeti encounters Vadersault, who attacks him. It is clear that they have met before, but not how. Helmetii tells Vadersault in the clash that "If you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine". When Helmeti sees that he has distracted the guard around the Fletch which allows his friends to board it and his own escape is cut off; he allows himself to be cut down by Vadersault, only to mysteriously disappear at the fatal instant.

 

Meanwhile, after various pieces of derring-do Welsh, Dave, Bank and Soulbacca make their way back to the Fletch, and escape, fighting off Imperial Folder Mods, finally reaching the Rebel hideout board where they pass the plans on to the Rebel leadership. Unknown to them but suspected by Welsh, The TSMpire allowed them to escape in order to track the ship to the Rebel Base which turns out to be the fourth moon orbiting the planet WDI.

 

The film then shifts to a briefing to a group of pilots about the Star of Oblivion, and the Rebel plans to attack it by flying along a canyon-size groove in the Star of Oblivion's surface, firing a scathing personal flame down a narrow ventilation shaft which will travel down to the reactor and destroy it. Dave is amongst the gPc-Wing pilots of Red Group - Bank, despite Dave's pleadings, decides to leave with his reward.

 

The rest of the film depicts the attack by the Rebels on the Star of Oblivion. Dave and a few others make it down to the canyon, with Vadersault in an unusual-looking WWE Folder Fighter in pursuit. Instead of using the electronic aiming gear of the others, Dave is advised by the unearthly voice of Helmeti to "use the Whorce" to aim his flames. With the aid of Solo coming back and attacking Vadersault's fighter, Dave successfully launches a flame down the shaft, destroying the Star of Oblivion and striking a huge blow for the Rebellion against the TSMpire. Vadersault gets away to join the rest of the Imperial Moderator Group, but the day belongs to the Rebellion, and Dave and Bank are awarded medals by Princess Welsh on WDI-4.

[Guest Choken One]

figures you use a shitty over rated piece of shit movie franchise to sum up this place.

[Art Sandusky 0]

You're mad you're not in it.

 

I really wish I could find a super-detailed plot summary somewhere on the internet. This was the longest one I could find that wasn't the entire script.

[Nighthawk 0]

I wasn't there, therefore that really sucked.

[Art Sandusky 0]

We've got something for you, don't worry.

[Nighthawk 0]

I stand corrected.

[Guest Anglesault]

Vadersault.

 

::giggles::

[Art Sandusky 0]

(I'll post various important scenes too)

 

INT. HELMETI'S DWELLING

 

The small, spartan hovel is cluttered with desert junk but still manages to radiate an air of time-worn comfort and security. Dave is in one corner repairing Agnes's arm, as old Will sits thinking.

 

DAVE

No, my father didn't fight in the inVasions. He was a normal poster on a Yankees board.

 

WILL

That's what your uncle told you. He didn't hold with your father's ideals, and he liked Edge. Thought he should have stayed here and... not gotten involved.

 

DAVE

You fought in the InVasions?

 

WILL

Yes, I too was once a Post Whore, the same as your father.

 

DAVE

I wish I'd known him.

 

WILL

He was the best post whore in the server, and a cunning flamer. I understand you've become quite a good poster yourself. And he was a good friend. Which reminds me...

 

Will gets up and goes to a chest where he rummages around. As Dave finishes repairing Agnes and starts to fit the restraining bolt back on, Agnes looks at him nervously, like he's about to be banned. Dave thinks about the bolt for a moment then puts it on the table. Will shuffles up and presents Dave with a short handle with several electronic gadgets attached to it.

 

WILL

I have something here for you. Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but your uncle wouldn't allow it. He feared you might follow old Obi-Will on some damned-fool idealistic inVasion like your father did.

 

AGNES

Sir, if you'll not be needing me, I'll close down for awhile. I should be banned anyway.

 

DAVE

Sure, go ahead. You're ghey.

 

Will hands Dave the saber.

 

DAVE

What is it?

 

WILL

Your fathers Dutchsaber. This is the weapon of a Post Whore. Not as clumsy or as random as a Ghast.

 

Dave pushes a button on the handle. A long beam shoots out about four feet and flickers there. The light plays across the ceiling.

 

WILL

An elegant weapon for a more civilized time. For over a thousand registrations the Post Whores were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Dameocracy. Before the dark times. Before the TSMpire.

 

Dave hasn't really been listening.

 

DAVE

How did my father die?

 

WILL

A young Post Whore, named Vadersault, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil, helped the TSMpire hunt down and destroy the Post Whores. He betrayed and murdered your father. Now the Post Whores are all but extinct. Vadersault was seduced by the dark side of the Whorce.

 

DAVE

The Whorce?

 

WILL

Well, the Whorce is what gives the Post Whore his power. It's an energy field created by all post counts. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the server together.

 

ALF-2 makes beeping sounds.

 

WILL

Now, let's see if we can't figure out what you are, my little friend. And where you come from.

 

DAVE

I saw part of the message he was...

 

Dave is cut short as the recorded image of the beautiful young Rebel princess is projected from ALF-2's face.

 

WILL

I seem to have found it.

 

Dave stops his work as the lovely girl's image flickers before his eyes.

 

WELSH

General Helmeti, years ago you served my father in the InVasions. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the TSMpire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to CyberSlutia has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this ALF-2 unit. Probably a big mistake considering it's Alf, but my father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on CyberSlutia. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Will Helmeti, you're my only hope.

 

There is a little static and the transmission is cut short. Old Will leans back and scratches his head. Dave has stars in his eyes.

 

WILL

You must learn the ways of the Whorce if you're to come with me to CyberSlutia.

 

DAVE

(laughing)

CyberSlutia? I'm not going to CyberSlutia. I've got to go home. It's late, I'm in for it as it is.

 

WILL

I need your help, Dave. I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. She needs your help, and she's a lot more attractive than the usual TSMpire girls.

 

DAVE

I can't get involved! I've got work to do! It's not that I like the TSMpire. I hate it! But there's nothing I can do about it right now. It's such a long way from here, and the mods are so powerful...

 

WILL

That's your uncle MikeSC talking.

 

DAVE

(sighing)

Oh, God, my uncle MikeSC. Who cast him, and how am I ever going to explain this?

 

WILL

Learn about the Whorce, Dave.

 

DAVE

Look, I can take you as far as Rantsylvania. You can get a transport there to 411Mania or wherever you're going.

 

WILL

You must do what you feel is right, of course...

[Guest subliminal_animal]

I'm flattered to not be in this at all.

[Guest FrigidSoul]

Did you make me a Wookie?

[LaParkaYourCar 0]

*Hopes for atleast a bit part*

[muzz 0]

You seem to have some time on your hands.

 

Join the SWF.

[Guest cobainwasmurdered]

I'm expecting the rest of the parts I contributed to be talked about soon...

 

 

 

I still can't believe you wrote a script.

[Art Sandusky 0]

INTERIOR: SANKTOOINE -- 411MANIA -- GENERAL FORUM.

 

Strange trolls play wrestling themes on odd-looking instruments as Dave, still giddy, downs a fresh drink and follows Will and Soulbacca to a booth where Bank Solo is sitting. Bank is a tough, roguish messageboarder, about thirty years old. A mercenary, he is simple, sentimental, and cocksure.

 

BANK: Bank Solo. I'm captain of the Millennium Fletch. Soulie here tells me you're looking for passage to the CyberSlut system.

 

WILL: Yes, indeed. If it's a fast ship.

 

BANK: Fast ship? You've never heard of the Millennium Fletch?

 

WILL: Should I have?

 

BANK: It's the ship that brought SmarkTalk down in less than twelve posts!

 

Will reacts to Solo's stupid attempt to impress them with obvious misinformation.

 

BANK: (continued) I've outrun Imperial moderators, not the local folder mods, mind you. I'm talking about the big Super Mods now. She's fast enough for you, old man. What's the cargo?

 

WILL: Only passengers. Myself, the boy, two droids, and no questions asked.

 

BANK: What is it? Some kind of local flamewar?

 

WILL: Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Imperial entanglements.

 

BANK: Well, that's the trick, isn't it? And it's going to cost you something extra. Ten thousand. In advance.

 

DAVE: Ten thousand? I could almost buy five hundred cases of Canadian beer for that!

 

BANK: But who's going to drink it, kid! You?

 

DAVE: You bet I could. I'm not such a bad drinker myself! We don't have to sit here and listen...

 

WILL: We haven't that much with us. But we could pay you two thousand now, plus fifteen when we reach CyberSlutia. I can also offer you admin power in an EZboard system.

 

BANK: Seventeen and an admin position, huh?

 

Bank ponders this for a few moments.

 

BANK: Okay. You guys got yourself a ship. We'll leave as soon as you're ready. Yahoo WWE Chat Ninety-four.

 

WILL: Ninety-four.

 

BANK: Looks like somebody's beginning to take an interest in your handiwork.

 

Will and Dave turn around to see four Imperial Mod Suckups looking at the banned bodies and asking the lurkers some questions. A lurker points to the booth.

 

SUCKUP: All right, we'll check it out.

 

The Mod Suckups look over at the booth but Luke and Ben are gone. The lurker shrugs his shoulders in puzzlement.

 

BANK: Seventeen thousand! Those guys must really be desperate. This could really save my neck. Get back to the ship and get her ready.

 

EXTERIOR: SANKTOOINE -- 411MANIA -- BOARD INDEX.

 

WILL: You'll have to sell your screen name.

 

DAVE: That's okay. I'm never coming back to this board again.

 

WILL (under his breath): Suuuuuuuure...

 

INTERIOR: 411MANIA -- GENERAL FORUM.

 

As Bank is about to leave, Eago, a slimy green-faced troll hunter with a short trunk-nose, pokes a Ghast in his side. The creature speaks in a series of 80s TV show pictures translated into English subtitles.

 

EAGO: Going somewhere, Solo?

 

BANK: Yes, Eago. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss. Tell JennTaSA that I've got her money.

 

Han sits down and the alien sits across from him holding the Ghast on him.

 

EAGO: It's too late. You should have apologized to her when you had the chance. JennTaSA’s put a price on your head so large that every troll hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you first.

 

BANK: Yeah, but this time I‘ve got the penalty money.

 

EAGO: If you give it to me, I might forget I wanted you banned.

 

BANK: I don't have it with me. Tell JennTaSA...

 

EAGO: JennTaSA's through with you. She has no time for trolls who flame her in the LSD system about her relationship with Bib MX.

 

BANK: I have audiences to appease sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?

 

Bank Solo slowly reaches for his Ghast under the table.

 

EAGO: You can tell that to JennTaSA. She may only take your ship.

 

BANK: Over my banned body.

 

EAGO: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to getting you banned for a long time.

 

BANK: Yes, I'll bet you have.

 

Suddenly the slimy alien disappears in a blinding flash of light. Bank pulls his smoking Ghast from beneath the table as the other posters look on in bemused amazement. Bank gets up and starts out of the forum, flipping the bartender some coins as he leaves.

 

BANK: Sorry about the mess.

[Guest cobainwasmurdered]

WILL: You'll have to sell your screen name.

 

DAVE: That's okay. I'm never coming back to this board again.

 

WILL (under his breath): Suuuuuuuure...

 

Asshole. At least TSA the hutt made it in.

[Art Sandusky 0]

INT. STAR OF OBLIVION - FORWARD BAY - COMMAND OFFICE

 

In a very small command office near the entrance to the pirateship, a low-level posting officer looks out his window and notices the guards are missing. He sends a PM.

 

OFFICER

Cerebrus three-one-six. Why aren't you at your post? Cerebrus three-one-six, do you copy?

 

A mod suckup comes down the ramp of the pirateship and waves to the officer, shaking his head, indicating his PM system is not working. The officer shakes his head in disgust and heads for the door, giving his aide an annoyed look.

 

OFFICER

Take over. We've got a bad PM system. I'll see what I can do.

 

As the officer approaches the door, it slides open revealing the towering Soulbacca. The officer, in a momentary state of shock, stumbles backward. With a bone-chilling howl, the giant Bostiee flattens the officer with one blow. The aide immediately reaches for his Ghaster, but is Ghasted by Bank, dressed as an Imperial mod suckup.

 

Will and the robots enter the room quickly followed by Dave, also dressed as a mod suckup. Dave quickly removes his helmet.

 

DAVE

You know, between his howling and your Ghasting everything in sight, it's a wonder the whole mod team doesn't know we're here!

 

BANK

Bring them on! I prefer a straight fight to all this lurking around.

 

AGNES

We found the computer outlet, sir. Ban me.

 

Will feeds some information into the computer and a map of the Star of Oblivion appears on the monitor. He begins to inspect it carefully. Agnes and ALF-2 look over the control panel. ALF-2 finds something that makes him whistle wildly.

 

WILL

Plug in. He should be able to interpret the entire Imperial computer network, if he’s learned how to read.

 

ALF-2 punches his claw arm into the computer socket after an angry series of beeps at Will and the vast Imperial brain network comes to life, feeding information to the little robot. After a few moments, he beeps something.

 

AGNES

I am NOT gay! He says he's found the main control to the posting suspension beam that's holding the ship here. He'll try to make the precise location appear on the monitor.

 

The computer monitor flashes readouts.

 

AGNES

The posting suspension beam is coupled to the main reactor by seven moderators. A power loss by one of the moderators will allow the ship to leave.

 

Will studies the data on the monitor readout.

 

WILL

I don't think you boys can help. I must go alone.

 

BANK

Whatever you say. I've done more than I bargained for on this trip already.

 

DAVE

I want to go with you.

 

WILL

Be patient, Dave. Stay and watch over the droids. They can barely say anything of worth. To leave them alone without guidance would be a mistake of grave -

 

DAVE

But he can...

 

BEN

They must be delivered safely or other boards will suffer the same fate as CyberSlutia. Your destiny lies along a different path from mine. The Whorce will be with you... always!

 

Will adjusts the dutchsaber on his belt and silently steps out of the command office, then disappears down a long gray hallway. Soulbacca barks a comment and Bank shakes his head in agreement.

 

BANK

Boy you said it, Soulie.

 

Bank looks at Dave.

 

BANK

Where did you dig up that old fossil?

 

DAVE

Will is a great poster.

 

BANK

Yeah, great at getting us into trouble.

 

DAVE

He was posting with the best of them while you were still some goofy name like “LWO Kid” or something. ’sides, I didn't hear you give any ideas...

 

BANK

Well, anything would be better than just hanging around waiting for them to identify our IP addresses...

 

DAVE

Who do you think...

 

Suddenly ALF-2 begins to whistle and beep a blue streak. Dave goes over to him.

 

DAVE

What is it?

 

AGNES

I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir. He says "I found her," and keeps repeating, "She's here." He’s also saying... dammit, I am NOT gay!

 

DAVE

Well, who... who has he found?

 

ALF-2 whistles a frantic reply.

 

AGNES

Princess Welsh.

 

DAVE

The princess? She's here?

 

BANK

Princess?

 

DAVE

Where... where is she?

 

BANK

Princess? What's going on?

 

AGNES

Forum five. Poster Number AA-twenty-three. I'm afraid her account is scheduled to be deleted.

 

DAVE

Oh, no! We've got to do something.

 

BANK

What are you talking about?

 

DAVE

The droid belongs to her. She's the one in the message! We've got to help her!

 

BANK

Now, look, don't get any funny ideas. The old man wants us to wait right here.

 

DAVE

But he didn't know she was here. Look, will you just find a way back into the restricted block?

 

BANK

I'm not going anywhere.

 

DAVE

They're going to delete her account! Look, a few minutes ago you said you didn't want to just wait here to be captured. Now all you want to do is stay! Stop working us!

 

BANK

Marching into the restricted posters area is not what I had in mind. You people take these things too seriously.

 

DAVE

But they're going to delete her!

 

BANK

Better her than me!

 

DAVE

...She's rich.

 

Soulbacca growls.

 

BANK

Rich?

 

DAVE

Yes. Rich, powerful, and way hotter than the females of Canchick! Listen, if you were to rescue her, the reward would be...

 

BANK

What?

 

DAVE

Well more wealth and poon than you can imagine!

 

BANK

I don't know, I can imagine quite a bit!

 

DAVE

You'll get it!

 

BANK

I’d better!

 

DAVE

You will...

 

BANK

All right, kid. But you'd better be right about this!

 

Bank looks at Soulbacca, who grunts a short grunt.

 

DAVE

All right.

 

BANK

What's your plan?

 

DAVE

Uh... Agnes, hand me those language filters there, will you?

 

Dave moves toward Soulbacca with electronic limitors.

 

DAVE

Okay. Now, I'm going to put these on you...

 

Soulbacca lets out a hideous growl.

 

DAVE

Okaaaay... Bank, you put these on.

 

Dave sheepishly hands the filters to Bank.

 

BANK

Don't worry, Soulie. I think I know what he has in mind.

 

The Bostiee has a worried and frightened look on his face as Bank binds him with the electronic limitors.

 

AGNES

Master Dave, sir! Pardon me for asking... but, ah... what should ALF-2 and I do if we're discovered here?

 

DAVE

Lock the door!

 

BANK

And hope they don't have Ghasts, or can ban you.

 

AGNES

That isn't very reassuring.

 

Dave and Bank put on their armored mod suckup helmets and start off into the giant Star of Oblivion.

[Guest Anglesault]

Not enough Vadersault.

[Guest FrigidSoul]

This thread makes me want to go play Knights of the Old Republic and kill people in it for various Hutts

[Slayer 0]

Is this the original Board Wars, or the Special Edition where Kotz digitally inserts new threads and Eago shoots first

[DerangedHermit 0]

Who can I be?

 

And I imagine Flyboy would be Lando.

[Guest FrigidSoul]

Ripper will be Lando just so booty jokes are thrown in

[DerangedHermit 0]

And I imagine Bob Barron would be Bob Fett.

 

But I want to be someone! Can I be Salacious Crumb?

 

[alfdogg 0]

So I'm just a stumpy little fat robot to you.

[Guest FrigidSoul]

Look at it this way alf, at least in this you have artificial intelligence...

[Hoff 0]

BETTER THAN NOTHING LOL2004~!!!!!!!!!!!~!~!~!1

[Guest Anglesault]

Look at it this way alf, at least in this you have artificial intelligence...

It's an improvement.

 

Baby steps, says I.

[Spaceman Spiff 0]

figures you use a shitty over rated piece of shit movie franchise to sum up this place.

Someone who calls himself a Creed fan shouldn't be throwing around such statements.

[Art Sandusky 0]

INT. STAR OF OBLIVION - CONFERENCE ROOM

 

Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black conference table. Imperial mod suckups stand guard around the room. Commander Rudo, a young, slimy-looking general, is speaking.

 

RUDO

Until this super moderator is fully empowered we are vulnerable. The Rebel Posters are too well equipped. They're more dangerous than you realize. In the meantime, allow me to regale you with some of my fantastic and hilarious fantasy SWWE booking?

 

The bitter Admiral Downhome twists nervously in his chair and gags.

 

DOWNHOME

Dangerous to your weak minded fans, Commander; not to this super moderator!

 

RUDO

The Rebellion will continue to gain support in the Imperial Feedback Folder as long as....

 

Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Rudo's speech is cut short and the Grand Moff Crucifixio, governor of the Imperial outland folders and Bothan pornography aficionado, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally, The Dark Whorce Lord, Vadersault. All of the generals stand and bow before the thin, hell-of-a-lot-younger-looking governor as he takes his place at the head of the table. The Dark Lord stands behind him.

 

CRUCIFIXIO

The Imperial Feedback Folder will no longer be of any concern to us. I've just received word that Emperor Palpatom has dissolved the folder permanently. The last remnants of the Old Dameocracy have been swept away.

 

RUDO

That's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control without the illusion of feedback being used to improve the TSMpire? Can my beloved BTVS Plan be used now?

 

ENTIRE ROOM

NO!

 

RUDO

I'm better than all of you anyway...

 

CRUCIFIXIO

The regional admins now have direct control over territories. Fear will keep the local posters in line. Fear of this super moderator.

 

RUDO

And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical readout of this super moderator, it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness in its hardass metal exterior and exploit it.

 

VADERSAULT

The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.

 

DOWNHOME

Any attack made by the Rebels against this super moderator would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This super moderator is now the ultimate power on the Internet. I suggest we use it... to bring back WCW!

 

VADERSAULT

Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a board is insignificant next to the power of the Whorce.

 

DOWNHOME

Don't try to frighten us with your pessimist's ways, Vadersault. Your sad devotion to that negativity has not helped you conjure up better booking plans for Rudo's SWWE, the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden boar...

 

Suddenly Downhome chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's spell.

 

VADERSAULT

I find your apolegetic posting and lack of faith disturbing.

 

CRUCIFIXIO

Enough of this! Vadersault, release him!

 

VADERSAULT

As you wish.

 

CRUCIFIXIO

This bickering is pointless. Vadersault will provide us with the location of the Rebel board by the time this super moderator is empowered. We will then crush the Rebellion with one swift stroke!

[Giuseppe Zangara 0]

Did Ravishing Rick Rudo change his name to Moist Party Gurl.

[Guest FrigidSoul]

This would be alot better if there weren't 3 broken images in Kotz's sig stretching my screen. Due to that I'm not reading it unless I see "Soulbacca" mentioned