Post by Total Ullz on Mar 14, 2011 11:34:21 GMT -5
Receptionist: Mr. Ed ... there's a BillMc to see you.
Mr. Ed: Er, miss!
Receptionist: Yes?
Mr. Ed: (whispering) Er, you don't think you should make it clear that I'm a Moderator?
Receptionist: What?
Mr. Ed: Well, I could be any type of player
Receptionist: Well I can't come in and say "Moderator Mr. Ed" or "Mr Ed who is a Moderator". Oh, anyway look, it's written in the sign-up-thread.
Mr. Ed: (stir whispering) That's outside of this one.
Receptionist: Well, I don't care, you'll just have to do it yourself. (leaves)
Mr Ed: (imitates phone ringing and picks it up) Hello. Er, no, wrong number I'm afraid, this is a Moderator speaking. Next please. (knock at the door) Er, come in.
(BillMc comes in dressed as an Scotsman, with a parrot on his head, and a lead with nothing on it.)
BillMc: Bow, wow, wow.
Mr. Ed: Ah, My good Bill. Come on in, take a seat. Now what seems to be the trouble?
BillMc: No, no, no. No. No.
Mr. Ed: I'm sorry?
BillMc: Oh can't you do better than that? I mean it's so predictable I've seen it a million times. "Knock, knock, knock come in, ah kill Bill and all that." I've seen it and seen it.
Mr Ed: Well look, will you please sit down and do your first line?!
BillMc: No. No. I've had enough. I've had enough. (exits)
Mr Ed: I can't even get it started.
BillMc: Albatross!
Mr Ed: Shut up! Oh it drives me mad.
(Cut to Idle Thoughts )
Idle Thoughts: A mad Moderator, that'd be new.
(Cut back to Mr Ed)
Mr Ed: Next please.
(Knocking at door. Mr. Ed is about to call when he picks up a thesaurus and thumbs through it.)
Mr. Ed: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. (CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies enters)
Mr. Ed: Ah CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies, ah, park your hips on the sitting device.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: (to the forbidden thread) It is a mad moderator.
Mr. Ed: I'm not. I'm not. Come on in. Take a seat. What's, what's the matter?
(KidV blows a raspberry.)
Mr. Ed: Now what's the matter?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Well I keep hearing fos'-ing and voting and debacles when there's no one around.
Mr. Ed: Yes, well this is not at all uncommon. In certain mental states we find that auditory hallucinations occur which are of a most... (he stops suddenly and listens; the sound of "Lynch Mahaloth" is heard)
Is that Mahaloth their are lynching?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Yes. Yes.
Mr. Ed: Is it always that?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: No.
Mr. Ed: Well that's something.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: But it's mainly lynches.
Mr. Ed: (concerned) Oh my God.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Last night I had Let's Lynch the Lurkers... for six hours!
Mr Ed: Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact.
(Next scene starts off with the same office as before, but it is now occupied by a woman. Start on portrait of Mr. Ed which has long hair and bigger eyelashes being added by the woman)
Ulla: (picks up phone) No, no wrong number I'm a colleague of his, a female moderator who specializes in these kind of things. Yes thank you very much.
(replaces phone)
Ulla: Next please.
(knock at door)
Ulla: Come in.
(CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies enters; "Lynch all Liars" is faintly heard)
Ulla: Ah come in, please take a seat. My colleague who has a similar office has explained your case to me. As you know I am a compulsive mafia-player and also you should know the MODERATOR in this game... as seen on the wiki. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a color. It's nothing to worry about although it is extremely dangerous. I shall be juggling with your life, I shall be playing ducks and drakes with your very existence, I shall be running me mits over the pith of your marrow. Yes! These hands, these fingers, these sophisticated organs of touch, these bunches of five, these maulers, these German bands that have pulled many a moribund unfortunate back from the very brink of Lazarus's box. No, it was Pandora's box wasn't it? Well anyway these wits have earned yours truly a lot of bread. So if you'll just step through here I'll slit you up a treat.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: What?
Ulla: There's nothing wrong with you that an amusing color can't prolong.
(Cut to the moderator in the spoilers working on her color. The conversation and lynch-yells can still be heard. CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies is at the table. Ulla is writing and smiling. "Lynch! Lynch! Lynch!" is still audible.)
Ulla: Right, I'm ready to make the decision. Dead parrot-sketch? Nah, it's been done already. Silly walks might work. No wait I've got it... Let's go to youtube and see what we can find.
(logs on to youtube)
Let's see now - oh, here's a good one. The Mattress-sketch...
Oh I do enjoy this. Right.
(She looks up for the screen and smiles at CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies)
Oh what a great color. We should add some blood and maybe even brain-matter into it, don't you think?
(At the sound of her words the head of CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies opens up and the yells gets louder. Blood seems to be pouring out of nowhere - hitting the screen and table. The head of Høøpy Frøød pops out of the head of CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies.)
Høøpy Frøød: Too much man, groovy, great scene. Great light show, baby.
Ulla: What are you doing in there?
Høøpy Frøød: We're doing our own thing, man.
Ulla: Have you got CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's permission to be in there?
Høøpy Frøød: We're squatters, baby.
Ulla: What? Mr. Ed - help me out here - how do we write a color where CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies can talk with her head open and all??
(Mr. Ed enters the spoilers and slaps CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's face)
Høøpy Frøød: Don't get uptight, man. Join the scene and other phrases. Money isn't real.
Ulla: It is where I'm standing and it blows my mind, young lad.
(looks inside CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's head)
Ulla:Good Lord! Is that a nude woman?
Høøpy Frøød: Well if you could wouldn't you walk around with a naked woman inside your head?
(Ulla blushes and then she knows how to proceed with the color)
Bufftabby: Hi everyone. Are you part of the color?
Ulla: Er... well... don't blame me... I am just writing it...
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: (waking up) What's going on? Who are they?
Ulla: That's what we are trying to find out. No idea where they came from or what they are doing in my head. I mean my color. I mean your head.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Are they in my head? Hey, what kind of color is this??
Ulla: We don't know. Are they paying you any rent?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Of course they're not paying me rent!
Høøpy Frøød: You're not furnished and there is no cookies in here!.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Get them out!
Ulla: I can't.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Get them out.
Ulla: No I can't. Not without a court order.
Squid: (also appearing) Shut up. You're keeping us awake.
ONE COURT ORDER LATER.
(Some policemen walk in.)
First Policeman: (into slit) You are hereby ordered to vacate CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies forthwith. And or.
Høøpy Frøød: Push off, fuzz.
Policeman: Right, that's it, we're going in. Release the vicious dogs. (dives into CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's head)
Spoiled people watching: What a terrible way to write the color! Why couldn't it end with something like this?
(Cut to animation of a woman trying to get a baby girl to smile for a camera. She's so unsuccessful that she rips off parts of the little girl's body.)
Spoiled people watching: Now there's an ending for you. Romance, lau--
Dead (and with a head full of non-playing people] is Cookie, The black Knight (survivor) and with this alignment: You're on your own here!
Also dead is
Texcat, Town, Vanilla and called Dennis (The annoying peasant)
Day will last until Saturday, 19 March 2011, 17:00:00 (Esbjerg time)
Mr. Ed: Er, miss!
Receptionist: Yes?
Mr. Ed: (whispering) Er, you don't think you should make it clear that I'm a Moderator?
Receptionist: What?
Mr. Ed: Well, I could be any type of player
Receptionist: Well I can't come in and say "Moderator Mr. Ed" or "Mr Ed who is a Moderator". Oh, anyway look, it's written in the sign-up-thread.
Mr. Ed: (stir whispering) That's outside of this one.
Receptionist: Well, I don't care, you'll just have to do it yourself. (leaves)
Mr Ed: (imitates phone ringing and picks it up) Hello. Er, no, wrong number I'm afraid, this is a Moderator speaking. Next please. (knock at the door) Er, come in.
(BillMc comes in dressed as an Scotsman, with a parrot on his head, and a lead with nothing on it.)
BillMc: Bow, wow, wow.
Mr. Ed: Ah, My good Bill. Come on in, take a seat. Now what seems to be the trouble?
BillMc: No, no, no. No. No.
Mr. Ed: I'm sorry?
BillMc: Oh can't you do better than that? I mean it's so predictable I've seen it a million times. "Knock, knock, knock come in, ah kill Bill and all that." I've seen it and seen it.
Mr Ed: Well look, will you please sit down and do your first line?!
BillMc: No. No. I've had enough. I've had enough. (exits)
Mr Ed: I can't even get it started.
BillMc: Albatross!
Mr Ed: Shut up! Oh it drives me mad.
(Cut to Idle Thoughts )
Idle Thoughts: A mad Moderator, that'd be new.
(Cut back to Mr Ed)
Mr Ed: Next please.
(Knocking at door. Mr. Ed is about to call when he picks up a thesaurus and thumbs through it.)
Mr. Ed: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. (CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies enters)
Mr. Ed: Ah CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies, ah, park your hips on the sitting device.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: (to the forbidden thread) It is a mad moderator.
Mr. Ed: I'm not. I'm not. Come on in. Take a seat. What's, what's the matter?
(KidV blows a raspberry.)
Mr. Ed: Now what's the matter?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Well I keep hearing fos'-ing and voting and debacles when there's no one around.
Mr. Ed: Yes, well this is not at all uncommon. In certain mental states we find that auditory hallucinations occur which are of a most... (he stops suddenly and listens; the sound of "Lynch Mahaloth" is heard)
Is that Mahaloth their are lynching?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Yes. Yes.
Mr. Ed: Is it always that?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: No.
Mr. Ed: Well that's something.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: But it's mainly lynches.
Mr. Ed: (concerned) Oh my God.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Last night I had Let's Lynch the Lurkers... for six hours!
Mr Ed: Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact.
(Next scene starts off with the same office as before, but it is now occupied by a woman. Start on portrait of Mr. Ed which has long hair and bigger eyelashes being added by the woman)
Ulla: (picks up phone) No, no wrong number I'm a colleague of his, a female moderator who specializes in these kind of things. Yes thank you very much.
(replaces phone)
Ulla: Next please.
(knock at door)
Ulla: Come in.
(CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies enters; "Lynch all Liars" is faintly heard)
Ulla: Ah come in, please take a seat. My colleague who has a similar office has explained your case to me. As you know I am a compulsive mafia-player and also you should know the MODERATOR in this game... as seen on the wiki. I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you a color. It's nothing to worry about although it is extremely dangerous. I shall be juggling with your life, I shall be playing ducks and drakes with your very existence, I shall be running me mits over the pith of your marrow. Yes! These hands, these fingers, these sophisticated organs of touch, these bunches of five, these maulers, these German bands that have pulled many a moribund unfortunate back from the very brink of Lazarus's box. No, it was Pandora's box wasn't it? Well anyway these wits have earned yours truly a lot of bread. So if you'll just step through here I'll slit you up a treat.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: What?
Ulla: There's nothing wrong with you that an amusing color can't prolong.
(Cut to the moderator in the spoilers working on her color. The conversation and lynch-yells can still be heard. CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies is at the table. Ulla is writing and smiling. "Lynch! Lynch! Lynch!" is still audible.)
Ulla: Right, I'm ready to make the decision. Dead parrot-sketch? Nah, it's been done already. Silly walks might work. No wait I've got it... Let's go to youtube and see what we can find.
(logs on to youtube)
Let's see now - oh, here's a good one. The Mattress-sketch...
Oh I do enjoy this. Right.
(She looks up for the screen and smiles at CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies)
Oh what a great color. We should add some blood and maybe even brain-matter into it, don't you think?
(At the sound of her words the head of CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies opens up and the yells gets louder. Blood seems to be pouring out of nowhere - hitting the screen and table. The head of Høøpy Frøød pops out of the head of CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies.)
Høøpy Frøød: Too much man, groovy, great scene. Great light show, baby.
Ulla: What are you doing in there?
Høøpy Frøød: We're doing our own thing, man.
Ulla: Have you got CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's permission to be in there?
Høøpy Frøød: We're squatters, baby.
Ulla: What? Mr. Ed - help me out here - how do we write a color where CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies can talk with her head open and all??
(Mr. Ed enters the spoilers and slaps CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's face)
Høøpy Frøød: Don't get uptight, man. Join the scene and other phrases. Money isn't real.
Ulla: It is where I'm standing and it blows my mind, young lad.
(looks inside CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's head)
Ulla:Good Lord! Is that a nude woman?
Høøpy Frøød: Well if you could wouldn't you walk around with a naked woman inside your head?
(Ulla blushes and then she knows how to proceed with the color)
Bufftabby: Hi everyone. Are you part of the color?
Ulla: Er... well... don't blame me... I am just writing it...
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: (waking up) What's going on? Who are they?
Ulla: That's what we are trying to find out. No idea where they came from or what they are doing in my head. I mean my color. I mean your head.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Are they in my head? Hey, what kind of color is this??
Ulla: We don't know. Are they paying you any rent?
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Of course they're not paying me rent!
Høøpy Frøød: You're not furnished and there is no cookies in here!.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Get them out!
Ulla: I can't.
CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies: Get them out.
Ulla: No I can't. Not without a court order.
Squid: (also appearing) Shut up. You're keeping us awake.
ONE COURT ORDER LATER.
(Some policemen walk in.)
First Policeman: (into slit) You are hereby ordered to vacate CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies forthwith. And or.
Høøpy Frøød: Push off, fuzz.
Policeman: Right, that's it, we're going in. Release the vicious dogs. (dives into CometotheDarksideWehaveCookies's head)
Spoiled people watching: What a terrible way to write the color! Why couldn't it end with something like this?
(Cut to animation of a woman trying to get a baby girl to smile for a camera. She's so unsuccessful that she rips off parts of the little girl's body.)
Spoiled people watching: Now there's an ending for you. Romance, lau--
Dead (and with a head full of non-playing people] is Cookie, The black Knight (survivor) and with this alignment: You're on your own here!
Also dead is
Texcat, Town, Vanilla and called Dennis (The annoying peasant)
Day will last until Saturday, 19 March 2011, 17:00:00 (Esbjerg time)