Stupid Senseless Smiley Stories*, v. 2010
Probably the most random and craziest things on MuseBlog, and that’s saying a lot.
Continued from v. 2009.
*Affectionately known as the SSSS.
Date: March 29, 2010
Categories: Random craziness
Friday, 3 May 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Probably the most random and craziest things on MuseBlog, and that’s saying a lot.
Continued from v. 2009.
*Affectionately known as the SSSS.
Date: March 29, 2010
Categories: Random craziness
Enc may get first post on this thread!
Eew. First posts disgust me!
Why? They’re no more disgusting than those drooling zombies you make all the time-
*zombifies *
*drools all over thread, causing it to be unpostable on*
Yay! I have the first post!
8) *fines all :D’s choklit*
Well, at least I have the first post, still!
*posts first*
… *cries*
Yay, a new thread!
Dude, there’s like, two posts on it.
I could zombify and explode them if you like.
Okay.
*zombifies and explodes first two posts*
–>
Ooh, cao you do that to me?
I can, but I’d rather squash you. That okay?
Sure!
*squashes*
What exactly was the point of that?
*squashes*
At first I was like
But þen I was all
MuseBlog. Now available on þe internet.
Thanks, GAPAs!
This is your brain.
Hi, Ella. I’m going to stay until four today, okay? I have to do my science project.
This is your brain on History Day.
ELLA! I’m going to…until four…*staring down hallway* What have I forgotten? I have to do math…and social studies..and English…and…Ella? Ella? I’m staying until four….finish science…Wait, I have to cite those three other sources! Hold on…face…um…can you do that? Did you take those books I gave…but I think I…and then…but if I could…but…I’m staying until four, okay?
This is your brain on NaNoWriMo.
(Shift) Hi (comma) (shift) Ella (exclamation point) (Shift) I (apostrophe) m going to stay until phor for four fur four today (comma) okay (ack spellcheck does not like that word) OK (question mark) (shift) I have to do my scenic sceitn sceince science project (period)
This is your brain on Script Frenzy.
Scene: Hallway in [name of school]. Drab and boring, like every other hallway one has ever seen in the life. Ella and I pass each other. I am looking frazzled from screnzy, while Ella is blissfully ignorant. Ella is going to receive important, but uninteresting information.
ME: (Looks up from script) Hi, Ella. (Shifts so books are being carried more easily) I’m going to stay until four today, okay? I have to do my science project. (Walks off after Ella responds)
HI, I’M BILLY MAYS, HERE TO SHOW YOU AN ALL NEW WEBSITE CALLED MUSEBLOG. THIS WEBSITE CAN–
Can you, like, not shout at me ‘n stuff?
Yeah, it hurts!
NONSENSE. HE IS DOING FINE. KEEP GOING.
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Welcome to hpb planet
hbps of the planet: we are hot pink bunnies!hpb gave up on the idiot amulets on earth
:-D- hey!!!!
Hpbs: kill. Kill. Killl. KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
:-D:uh oh.
:-D-> xx
| : I shall have reveng-( is dead)
You make an HPB like this, but without the spaces:
: idea :
Hah! Enc got the first post!
That doesn’t matter.
Well, obviously it does, since Enc is writing an SSSS around it.
Shaddup. *is trampled by a pack of wild hyenas*
Oh dear.
Look, en’s just a smiley who would probably die in the story anyway. So there’s no need to grieve.
You’re an apathetic jerk! *is squished by an inconveniently placed XXXXXXXXXLarge Sledgehammer*
*sighs* Enc, you certainly do have the passion for peculiar deaths.
ENC: THANK YOU, GRASSHOPPER
Wait… Grasshopper?
ENC: OF COURSE. I AM TRAINING YOU.
To become what?
ENC: ….
What? What am I to become?
ENC: WE NOW RETURN YOU TO REGULAR LIFE.
What do you mean?
What does who mean?
Enc! He said “We will now return you to regular life”
You must be hallucinating. *is blown up due to a rather poor choice of nuclear bomb as lunch*
Is it just me, or should I be concerned that I’m the only smiley who hasn’t died in this entire story?
( Shawn BulPopular henceforth known as SBP ) *singing* Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock!
( me ) Shut up!
Why are you always getting in my business, you –
Nevermind! I’ll shut you up myself!
You could never beat me up, you little –
*unzips suit* ==>
What the f –
*bunnifies* Mwahahaha!
¡¡¡uʍop ǝpısdn ʞʃɐʇ uɐɔ I
*Çƃunoʇ ʇno sʞɔıʇs* ˙ʇ؛ㄥ⇂ᄅ8#â…‹uoÊ ÇuıW ˙ʃÉɯɹou Çq ÊƒÊƒÄ±Ê Ê‡xÇʇ ɹnoÊŽ ‘ʞɔÉq sÇƃuÉɥɔ ƃoʃq Çɥʇ uÇÉ¥Ê ‘ʇnð’
-> *sǝıɹɔ*
AHHHHHH!!must. wear. purple!
8) why dude?
the hpb are not purple!
8) purple likes pink though.
oh.AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
i find you at last!
HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!
AND UNITE!!!!
we should team up and take over the world!
yeah!
hey, is this [snipped url with the word happiness in it]
dude. do i know you?
8) they;’re on to us!
run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:idea:aww. no evilness.
#2 how about now! *clobbers *
wow. happiness.com is a real place?
*sings* take me with you
me: what the cake?
*sings* food glorious food!
me: what can i say you won’t sing?
*sings* what can i say?
me: is that even in a song?
uhh.
Should the GAPAs snip that link?
Thanks for pointing that one out, Enc. It’s snipped now.
I just made that up.wow.
(me)~ I think I am going to throw that pie in the garbage!
8) (insert random muser name here)~ wait- WHAT?!!? Are you absolutely crazy!??! We need this to survive! TO SURVIVE!
~ We do? Are you positive that if we never had pies, we would probably die because it is a necessity?
8) ~ **cautiously** Yes, but, I thought you knew…everyone knows! Oh no…who are you?
—–> :idea:~ MWAH HA HA! **bunnifies** I NOW KNOW YOUR WEAKNESS!!! THANK YOU (insert random muser here)!!!
I’m happy! The permafrost is melting! I like geese!
That’s stupid.
Peru!
And senseless.
Calculator brains!
I am leaving this stupid, senseless story.
I love Keiffer!
Well, en doesn’t love you back so HA.
Moose!
I sense a malfunction.
Buttons are a girl’s best friend!
I think I’ll leave.
No wait come back!
*leaves*
==> Cake. Too late.
Hey, you’re supposed to ==> into , not !
Nice one, doofus. You just mentioned the Idea.
Someone say my name?
Oops.
*eats*
For Doctor Who Fans:
I… have… seen… too… much… *collapses*
You can never see too much! The universe is full of infinite possibilities! We’re all going to die anyway, so we might was well have a fun life!
No… there… are… some… things… that… were… never… meant… to… be… seen…
Wrong! I’ll start by browsing the internet! Ooh, what’s this thing called “Doctor Who”?
No… not… that… *dies*
Wow! This looks really interesting! *watches every episode* Now I know everything about Doctor Who! *builds TARDIS* *flies off*
Wow! Look! There’s a whole new series! *watches every Doctor Who episode that every is, ever was, or ever will be*
-> MY BRAIN! *desperately punches in coordinates*
I… have… seen… too… much… *collapses*
You can never see too much! The universe is full of infinite possibilities! We’re all going to die anyway, so we might was well have a fun life!
*repeat ad infinitum*
For Everyone Else:
I… have… seen… too… much… *collapses*
You can never see too much! The universe is full of infinite possibilities! We’re all going to die anyway, so we might was well have a fun life!
No… there… are… some… things… that… were… never… meant… to… be… seen…
Wrong! I’ll start by browsing the internet! Ooh, what’s this thing called “MuseBlog”?
No… not… that… *dies*
Wow! This looks really interesting! *reads every thread* Now I know everything about MuseBlog! *becomes admin* *flies off*
Wow! Look! There’s a whole new generation! *reads every thread episode that every is, ever was, or ever will be*
-> MY BRAIN! *desperately flies home
I… have… seen… too… much… *collapses*
You can never see too much! The universe is full of infinite possibilities! We’re all going to die anyway, so we might was well have a fun life!
*repeat ad infinitum*
:P: This is my first stupid senseless slimy story!
:(: It’s pronounced smiley story.
:P:Whatever. I think I’ll just talk about things I like in this slimy story…
:(: SMILEY STORY!!!!
:P: Oops.
:(: So then what do you like?
:P: Slimy stories.
:(: ARRGHHHH!! SMILEY STORIES!
:P: I’m just doing this to annoy you.
Nice one.
Thanks.
SFTDP
The very short sequel:
:P: I love slimy stories!
:(: I’m not even going to try.
Yes, I’m back from Italy. Yes, I will post more tomorrow. But right now all I have time for is this:
(NASA TV Announcer) “Safe touchdown of STS-118 with teacher Barbara Morgan aboard! Now let’s listen to the Capcom and Commander talk!”
(Capcom) “Welcome home, Endeavour, you’ve brought a new meaning to the term ‘higher education’!”
“Have you honestly been waiting to use that joke for 20 years?”
“Why, yes, yes I have.”
“Hi, I’m a castaway stuck on a deserted island!” *walks around the island* “Oh! I found a large crate!” *opens crate* *finds that are electric power tools, parts to build an electric generator, and an instruction manual*
“An instruction manual! I’m saved!”
(the instruction manual’s voice in ‘s head) “Congratulations on your purchase of our electric generator. Step #1: Plug in your power tools into your power source.”
“But I don’t have a power source!”
“If you don’t have a power source, see index for alternate solutions.”
*flips to index*
Welcome to the index. Your problem?
“I don’t have a power source.”
“Ah, easily fixed. Please see step #1 for details.”
“Ok.” *flips to step #1.*
“Congratulations on your purchase of our electric generator. Step #1: Plug in your power tools into your power source.”
“But I still don’t have a power source!”
“If you still don’t have a power source, see index for alternate solutions.”
“But the index doesn’t help!!!”
(a castaway also stuck here) “It never has. That’s why the company, Electric Power in a Crate, shutdown. Castaways aren’t repeat business.”
“Are you Gilligan?”
“No, I’m not,” * –> * “I’m a hot pink bunny! You will be my minion, and I, err, we will rule the universe!
“Ok! Can we make instruction manuals be more user friendly?”
“No!”
“Will I get paid for my minion-y goodness?”
“No!”
“I don’t see the plus side.”
“At least there are no negative sides.
“Ok!”
“Now, go build that electric generator!”
“Ok!”
“Congratulations on your purchase of our electric generator. Step #1: Plug in your power tools into your power source…”
~~~~~~~~~The end.~~~~~~~~~
Things You Should Never Do #8957:
* goes to New York*
“Where’s Yankee Stadium?”
“Right over there.”
* goes in*
“Go Red Sox! Yankees stink!”
(Sub in “Boston”, “Barcelona” and “Madrid” where necessary for TYSND #s 8958-8960)
Movie Scenes We’d Like To See…
“Oh no, meteors are falling!”
*People run around and scream*
(The president) “What’s the damage report so far?”
(Science advisor) “Not good. We’ve had reports of extensive destruction of buildings and property in Ithaca, Bismark, Trenton, San Anselmo, Cle Elum, Truth or Consequences…”
((Seven Brain Points to whoever can correctly name which state each of those cities is in.))
Yay! More of these!
Oh! I know Ithaca is in NY, Bismark is in South Dakota? Trenton is in New Jersey, and, uh…Do I get partial credit?! But still, I love your “Things You Should Never Do.”
Umm, the first three are 1. New York (at least, I know there’s an Ithaca, New York)
2. North Dakota
3. New Jersey
: Hello musers. We are taking over your world. Prepare to be terminated.
(Enceladus) + (me) + (SudoRandom) : Never!!
: It is not a very good idea to oppose us.
: Quick, what weapons do we have?
: I have… um… cheese? It’s old and smelly.
: Great!
: *loads up enormous backpack with what look like small pointy spheres* Heh heh.
Okay. I’ve got 17 velcro mp3 players full of waltz music. Hope they’ve got earplugs, ’cause this might get messy.
: *throws cheese forcibly at HPBs*
: *throws mp3 players, velcro sticking to the HPBs’ fur.**presses activation button that turns them all on*
: *pelts HPBs with sea urchins/anemones*
: AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!! BLAAAAAAaaRF! Owowowowowowowow!!!!!! AHHH!! *run away screaming*
THE END… I HOPE
W00t! Yay! We defeated the bunnies!
Horray!
*throws wild dance party*
*dance wildly*
I should warn you guys…
*continue to dance wildly*
No, really…
*keep dancing wildly*
The dance lights… they’re… HOT PINK!
Oh dear- *suddenly turn into *
Blahahahaha!
Oh dear. *runs*
*snickersnicker* *take off costumes* We really fooled him that time!*highfive*
That would be perfect except that I don’t dance. But I have an alternate ending:
W00t! Yay! We defeated the bunnies!
Horray!
*throws wild pool party*
*swim*
I should warn you guys…
*continue to swim*
No, really…
*keep swimming*
The pool lights… they’re… HOT PINK!
Oh dear- *suddenly turn into *
Blahahahaha!
Oh dear. *runs*
*snickersnicker* *take off costumes* We really fooled him that time!*highfive*
22- All correct, keep going…
( Pseudo, from now on ) Did you know that there’s a strip of paper that only has one side?
What? Everything has two sides.
This doesn’t. Look. *hands Mobius strip to :D* Draw a line on it starting here.
*carefully draws line* This is a failed line.
That’s okay. Are you done?
Yeah.
Look, you drew a line on the entire thing, and you only drew on one side. Therefore it only has one side.
No. I can see two sides.
But you only drew on one side.
No, it’s because of the CURVE. *points* See?
It only has one side.
It has two.
Dad, doesn’t the Mobius strip have only one side?
Yes.
Ha!
It has TWO!
Get your hands off the keyboard! *goes to Wikipedia* *types in Mobius strip* See? IT ONLY HAS ONE SIDE.
It has TWO.
*sigh*
*bunnifies*
Hey, what are you doing here?
I just put it in to end the story.
Oh.
You forgot what happened after that:
Oops, my mistake. The edges are the other sides.
See??? Hah!
Actually, it’s just a model of a real Mobius strip. The real kind is made from a two-dimensional strip. It doesn’t exist in this universe.
No, it only has one side!
See, you admitted it! Too bad you’re wrong now, because we don’t have the second dimension.
-> We are not getting into this argument again. *brains implode*
Hmm. Interesting. * turns into * *eats *
What one could do is use a triangular prism with one twist, then it would still only have one side. I think.
*brain implodes*
No, there would still be the line-y things.
What line-y thingies? The edges? Also (in response to SR) you mean twist it in a loop, or just in general?
The.. the… they’re not vertecies, or faces… it’s those other… line-y… things.
If you put it together exactly like a Mobiüs strip, except for it being a triangular prism, then it would have one side. I am not sure what Enc is talking about, though. If he means the place where you glued it together, then let us assume that it was made like that and there are no bumps or ridges on the surface.
No, the edges of a triangular prism would still be there.
Hm. We’re imagining this is a perfect triangular prism, and it goes directly from one side to the other? Does that work? (Clearly this is a very hypothetical situation.)
I don’t think so. I mean the edges that run from the first triangular face to the other one would still be there.
I think I understand what you mean. You mean where it was glued together? What if we assume it was built like that, completely seamless?
Brains…. BRAINS… *drools*
Uh oh.
BRAINS. *drools*
AAAAAAH! *runs*
*follows, drooling*
*trips*
Gotcha!
NOOOO! You will regret this!
*eats brains*
Hello.
Get lost, it’s not time for that yet. *drools*
You seem very smart for an ugly drooling green thing.
Well, I do like maths… *drools*
–> You ate Maths Lover?
Look, a random Star Trek poster! With a picture of Spock on it! *drools*
You imbecile! How is a drooling zombie meant to further our plans for world domination?
*drools over Spock*
Face me so I can scare you with a description of what I am about to do to you!
Isn’t he hot?
*eats poster*
*drools*
What was that for?
Look, we both know you’re not going to eat me, because that would be boring, so I can do what I like. *drools*
Will you please stop ending every sentence with “*drools*”? It’s starting to get on my nerves.
I’m trying to make your brain implode. *drools*
WILL YOU STOP DROOLING ALREADY????
*drools*
*eats **drools*
–> Oh cake. *brain implodes*
OMNOMNOMNOM. *eats and *
Oh dear. *runs*
OMNOMNOMNOM *eats *
I AM ENCELADUS! I EAT EVERYTHING! OMNOMNOMNOM!
In my opinion, it looks a bit funnier like
OMNOMNOMNOM. *eats and *
Oh dear. *runs*
OMNOMNOMNOM *eats *
I AM ENCELADUS! I EAT EVERYTHING! OMNOMNOMNOM!
But I recognize that is your smiley.
Hey, is me!
True. That makes it even funnier.
*eats SudoRandom, Princess_Magnolia, and their posts*
YOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
Hey! No posting without and SSSS!
Ok. *writes tiny SSSS*
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM *eats and *
Really, Sudo?! You eat people!
Hmm…can I make an SSSS?
Yes! That’s one line already!
How many lines do you need? Woah another line popped up.
One more than you have. That’s three!
This is getting too predictable. If you’re predictable, go to the RRR threads. This SSSS is going to end.
I’m lacking inspiration! *tears out hair*
Move a little to the left…there.
Okay…seriously, how can I come up with a funny idea?
Enceladus is usually funny…raise that hand a little…good.
Ugh, he always eats people and does other twisted things.
Well, Keiffer…no, tilt your head…
She’s even MORE twisted.
A little to the right…okay, done!
*getting up* Let me see.
Do you like it?
WHAT THE CAKE DID YOU DO TO ME?!?!?!?! I LOOK LIKE CAKING MEGAN FOX!!!
Oh, you don’t want to look like Megan Fox?
Of course not!!! *picks up paintbrush* You’re a terrible artist! *paints over face*
==> purple Hey!! *picks up pink paint* *pours over head*
==> Now I look like you! Take this! *dumps green paint*
purple ==> How dare you make me look like Mr. Joe! *paints with magical color changing paint*
==> Ugh! I hate this smiley! *splatters with turpentine*
Many, many layers of paint later:
Great. Now which one of us is and who is ?
I have no idea. You started this whole thing anyway.
Hey, guys. *eats :idea:*
Hey, the whole idea was for you NOT to come in here!
Too late. *eats *
It’s time for another twisted story!
YAY! Death! Dead people! Zombies! Eating people!
ENC: WAIT, YOU’RE OUT OF CHARACTER! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE PRINCESS_M!
Yes! I am! Yayness! Happiness! Death! Eating people!
Well, you certainly are out of character.
Of course! *eats *
Wha- *is eaten*
ENC: OK, PRINCESS_M. YOU’VE GOT ONE MORE CHANCE. GET BACK IN CHARACTER, OR YOU WILL BE EATEN.
I don’t feel like it! Happiness! *eats *
Wait! I never get eaten!
ENC: DID YOU JUST EAT MY FAVORITE SMILEY?!!!!!
Why, of course! I’m so happy!
*muffled, from inside stomach* Get me out of here!
Whee! Butterflies!
ENC: NOW, PRINCESS_M, REGURGITATE HIM IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL EAT YOU!
Oh so very joyful! *eats ENC*
ENC: WAIT! IF YOU EAT ME, I WON’T BE ABLE TO POST THIS SSSS!
Ok! You can press the comment button- *explodes*
I’m free! *eats ENC*
ENC: WAIT! THE SAME GOES FOR YOU!
I’ll let you press the comment button…
ENC: *WHIMPER*
Bwhahahaha- *is suddenly crushed by sperm whale and a pot of petunias*
ENC: GLAD THIS IS OVER WITH. AND, REAL PRINCESS MAGNOLIA, I DO NOT MEAN ANY OFFENSE WHATSOEVER. IT’S JUST FUN TO HAVE THE GRIN SMILEY EAT PEOPLE, AND IT’S FUN FOR IT TO ACT JOYFUL. *SKIPS OFF INTO SUNSET, EATING VILLAGES AS I GO*
Hello –
:all smileys: AHHH! *run away screaming*
*uses magical ninja powers* *appears on the other side of all the smileys*
:all smileys: *run into ‘s mouth*
Bit much, that.
:all smileys: We’re in Enceladus’s mouth!
Mmmmomm! Mmohm-mm-ohm! AHMMAHMAMHMAMHMAHM! *
:all smileys: *Yes! And we shall never escape! Mwahahahaha!
I have an idea! *picks up by tongue*
Mmmth!
*uses tongue to launch down back of ‘s throat*
It shall take more than that to defeat me, pathetic yellow circular figures!
I’m actually green.
:all smileys: *use distraction to run back out* Ha! Defeated!
*uses ninja powers again*
Why’d it go all dark?
Where am I?
*over the loudspeaker* Congratulations, every smiley has been chosen to participate in a battle of wits and strength to the death. All corpses will be eaten by me, and the lucky winner will get the prize of… being eaten by me- painlessly!
I don’t want to be eaten painfully! *kills *
* ‘s mouth appears and eats *
Better find some other smileys to kill.
Hmm, where’d everybody go?
BWAHA! *leaps out of darkness* *bonks over head*
Urgle. *dies*
*eats*
Now who else shall I kill?!
But this is a stupid contest. If you lose, you’re eaten. If you win, you’re eaten…alive. Therefore, losing is actually more beneficial than winning.
:all smileys: You’re right! *kill selves*
Cake! I’ve been thwarted!
( Hahaha. )
*uses magical ninja powers to bring back smileys and wipe their memories*
What am I doing here?… Wait, what’s that light?
That light… it’s my eyes.
Oh. I’m hungry. *eats-
Ah- ah- ah! *eats both and *
Ha! I’m more magical than you are! *uses magical princess powers to eliminate all appetite*
I like butterflies!
?
Clouds are pretty!
Oops.
Well, at least he’s not eating us anymore.
*eats flowers*
All Smileys: We can be happy! We won’t be eaten anymore-
*large shadow falls over everyone*
ENC: OH LOOK. LITTLE DELICIOUS SMILEYS. PERFECT SNACK WHILE I’M WAITING FOR SOMEBODY TO PUT “VICTORY OF THE DALEKS” ON YOUTUBE. *EATS ALL SMILEYS EXCEPT *
Why didn’t you eat me?
ENC: YOU GET TO WATCH “VICTORY OF THE DALEKS” WITH ME. GET ON MY SHOULDER!
and ENC *watch “Victory of the Daleks*
THE END. PERIOD.
Nope. I am not finished with you two!
( Dalek ) EXTERMINATE. EXTERMINATE. *exterminates ENC and *
Yay! I got exterminated by a Dalek!
ENC: And I did too! Yayness!
You can’t talk, you’ve been exterminated.
ENC: Oh yeah. *fall silent*
EXTERMINATE. *exterminates :D*
EXTERMINATE.
*bum-bada-bum-bum-bum!*
*whooshwheezewhoosewheeze*
I’m the Doctor! I’m a time traveler! And I destroy Daleks!
*boom*
Doctor?
ENC: DOCTOR?
That’s me! *grin*
ENC: I lurve your bow tie! And your shirt! And your jacket! And your pants! And your hair! And your bow tie! And you! *hug*
Yay. Wheeeee!
ENC: Where’s Amy? I love her hair! And her shirt! And her jacket! And her pants! And her hair! And her! *looks around*
I’m Amy, right here. *wave*
ENC: Yay! *hug*
Is this just your pathetic fanboy-ing?
ENC: Yes, this entire comment has been my pathetic attempt at fanboy-ing. And there’s the TARDIS! And I love her new design! And I love her typewriter! And I love her glass bauble! And I love her monitor! And I love her! *hug*
Real Enc: I’m going to end this now, before my fanboy-ing gets any more pathetic.
ENC: Wait, just one question for the Doctor. Do you see Jack often? ‘Cause I have a friend who’d like to meet him.
I’ll go get him. *The TARDIS dematerializes, and we see another TARDIS behind it*
*stepping out of second TARDIS* Sorry ’bout that. I arrived at the exact moment I arrived, so I just hid. But Jack’s here!
Heeeeey.
ENC: LUNA! Get out here!
*flurry of motion* *Jack has mysteriously disappeared with LUNA*
Real Enc: Ok, we’re done now.
And where did Jack and I mysteriously disappear to, I wonder…..
I’ll leave that to the reader’s imagination. That way, the older ones can think of all the disturbing things, and the younger ones can live blindly in innocence.
You mean they can think exactly what I thought….? Poor, older ‘bloggers.
ENC: One more request!
Yah?
ENC: Do you like being paired with the Master?
-> How did you know?
ENC: It’s my favorite Doctor Who fan fiction.
Well, it’s the one I like being in most.
->
(JW) : Where did you find the episode on youtube? I can only find spammers.
(Dalek clips) Come watch us! We aren’t the whole episode but we are some of it!
: Nooooo, spoilers!
: Heh, River.
Blooooood… Blooooooooood…
Well, that is certainly quite rather unpleasant.
You know that sentence made about zero grammatical sense?
You’re one to talk.
Bloooood… Blooooooooood…
No, really. Why don’t you try chanting something nice for once?
I don’t think it’s possible to chant something nice, really.
Oh, I’m sure it is. How about Ham?
Bloooood…. Bloooooooood…
Haaammm… Haaammmm… I don’t know. Doesn’t really have quite the same ring.
Of course it doesn’t. You’ve got to say it all bolded. You know, Hammmm… Haaammmmm…
Oh, that does sound quite a bit better. You try it, !
Bloooood… Bllooooooooood…
No, you’ve got it all wrong. It goes like this: Haaam…. Haammmmmm….
No, that’s not right either! How many times do we have to tell you, it’s got to be all bolded!
Yeah, like Haaaammmm…. Haaaaaaaaammmm….
Bloood…. Blooooood…
Really, I don’t see the difference between Ham and Ham! They sound exactly the same, to me!
If they sounded the same, then how come you were able to say both of them?
It doesn’t matter, anyway. clearly isn’t listening to us.
Bloooood…. Bloooooood…
Kashiii…. Kaaashiiiiii…
See, there! Now you’ve got it down pat!
Except that it’s Ham, not Kashi. And also, never say “down pat.”
Bloooood… Bloooooooood…
Okay, now all this chanting is getting annoying. If you’re going to chant, at least say something interesting!
What, like Kashi?
Yes, Kashi is possibly the least interesting cereal on the planet.
è¡€… è¡€….
Hey, there’s nothing wrong with Kashi!
Personally, I find Kashi quite enjoyable. However, there is a large difference between enjoyable and interesting.
Oh, is there really?
è¡€… è¡€….
Hey, when did he start speaking in Egyptian?
*facepalm* That’s Japanese. He’s still saying blood, in case you care.
Well, what an enjoyable experience this has been.
è¡€… è¡€….
This is getting long and unwieldy.
ã“ã®å…¨ä½“ã®æ™‚é–“ã¯ã€æˆ‘々ã¯åŒã˜é †åºã§è©±ã‚’ã—ã¦ããŸã€‚
That is quite an astute observation.
è¡€… è¡€….
Aaw, how come everybody knows Japanese but me?
Possibly because you appear to be a bibbling moron?
Hey!
AA! You broke the code! I mean pattern!
*appears and eats everyone*
*grotesquely bursts out of ‘s stomach* Bloood… Blooooood…
Did that SSSS make sense to anybody, or is it just me?
SR said “grotesquely”!
( George Harrison) That’s dead grotty.
(Pseudonym) Make note of that word!
(Legions of screaming Beatlemaniacs) * chase *
* sings A Hard Day’s Night *
* die *
-> That took care of them pretty easily.
And the moral of that is: Never say grotesquely when “grottily” could be used just as easily. Or Pseudonym will WRITE AN SSSS! (And that is always a bad thing)
End of pathetic SSSS
You killed George!
He gets reincarnated instantly. He can do that, because he’s George Harrison.
It makes sense to me… because it could possibly be related to many of the conversations we’ve had before and not made sense of the sense of it? If that made sense.
This doesn’t have to be double spaced?!
Nope.
Then I’ve been double spacing them all this time?!
Yep.
THIS IS A TEST. DO NOT BE ALARMED BY THE LACK OF HPBs, FUNNINESS, OR CANNIBALISM.
Wait, there is an HPB.
I AM CHOOSING TO IGNORE THAT COMMENT. I AM ALSO NOW CLICKING COMMENT TO TEST THIS NEWFOUND SINGLE SPACING.
30.1.1.1.1.1.1.1.1~ Well, I don’t exactly know who Jack is, but if he’s one of your obsessions, then I’m fairly confident I can imagine what you’re thinking. And why poor me? If it’s what I’m thinking, it’s not too bad. Or, unpleasant, shall we say?
Jack is Captain Jack Harkness from the Doctor Who/Torchwood universe. He’s played by John Barrowman.
I don’t know what you’re thinking, but what I’m thinking most certainly isn’t….unpleasant for me. But it wouldn’t really do for the younger and more innocent bloggers to be thinking it….
(Me): Ahem. This is quite inapppropriate.
: SO? This is about Dr. Who!!
: You are all gonna die!
: OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMN!!!*eats :idea:*
Okay, then it’s as I assumed. I think I can safely guess what you’re thinking.
Y’know, I did that on purpose. I wanted to see what the younger bloggers think.
Oi! Make an SSSS!
Oi? You sound like Donna Noble!
Ughghghh…. *chokes*
Luna, you have corrupted my brain.
*continues choking* *tries to stop the Lunafied part of brain*
I was thinking they were “dancing”.
After all, that’s what the human race does. it goes out and dances with everyone it meets.
Uhhmm….*noise of vague agreement*
: F+h, your attempts at being funny are pathetic. Give up already!
:negative:(me): Hey! I think I’m hilarious!
: HPBs have a better sense of humour.
:negative: : Ohh! Speaking of HPBs-
: *appears behind :roll:*
:negative: : *turns into :lol:* There’s one right behind you!!
: WHAT?! *turns around* *sees :idea:* *turns into :shock:*
: BUNNIFY!
: HAHAHAHA!!
: F+h, that really isn’t funny- OBEY THE BUNNIES *turns into :idea:*
: Yes it is funny! Hahahaha! *eats HPB*
: Whoops! Sorry, :negative:, you’re not a smiley!
: f+h, have you ever been told that you are a complete fail?
: Yeah… *turns into :(* I’ll just go find a deep hole to hide in now…
I see you, ! *drags out of hole*
Yay, I feel better now! ==>
*skip off in happiness*
*gasp* It’s…Luna and Midnight Fiddler! They’re taking over this thread! *runs away*
STOP. AN SSSS HAS TO BE A MINIMUM OF 3 LINES. YOU CAN’T JUST RUN AWAY FROM LUNA AND MF.
Whoops. Sorry. *runs away*
And now, the feature presentation-John Barrowman.
:P: (Luna) Where? Where?
Together with Sarah Palin!
Where is she! We must obey her!
:P: (Luna) Hey, don’t insult people from Alaska. *gets run over by moose*
Nooo! *saves Luna*
Why did you save me?
You obsessing over JB is funny. You’d have a much better chance with Jack Harkness.
Aah! An HPB!
Don’t worry, I’m nonviolent.
Really? Or is this one of those ploys where you bunnify me as soon as I turn my back?
No, I’m really and truly a Mostly Harmless bunny. I have dedicated my life to improving bunny-smiley relations, and subverting the stereotype of evil HPBs.
Well, that’s a relief. *gets hit by a falling whale*
*falls over laughing*
JB! I love you, JB! *falls over and kicks feet in air* John Barrowman!
Why are you kicking your feet in the air?
I don’t know, it just seemed like the right thing to do.
Dude.
OMGEORGE!!! JOHN BARROWMAN!!! *throw selves at feet*
Hi, fangirls.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
I LOVE YOU MORE!
He’s mine, obsessive annoying neutral person! Go away!
No way, I’ve loved him for longer!
But I saw him first!
*claw at each other and at JB*
Calm down, ladies.
As you wish! *grab hold of hands* We love you soooo much!
Thanks.
Does he seem irrationally calm to you?
Who cares, he’s John Barrowman!
==>
==>
Do you feel mildly repulsed right now?
Yeah.
Hello.
SPOCK!!! *throws self at feet*
You humans are so emotional. Also, I’m taken.
*eats Uhara*
*eats *
NOOOO! *cries*
Wait, why am I obsessing over Star Trek when everyone else is talking about Doctor Who?
Oh yeah, because I like fangirling about Spock.
Are you going to join the eatfest or not?
*pulls out lightsaber*
Oh, just what we need. Star Wars.
Turn into Darth Vader or I will eat you.
Fine. *turns into **pulls out lightsaber*
*they fight*
*spits out *
Hello.
*stabs **skips off into sunset with *
Hmm… my turn to fanboy!
I’m the Doctor! Haven’t you done enough fanboying about me?
No! I have to do one more thing!
I’m the Master! You haven’t fanboyed me yet!
True. Now, kiss!
What?
I said, kiss! Doctor/Master is beast!
Oh, I’m supposed to kiss!
But it’s totally not canon!
RTD- “[On why the Master didn’t kill the Doctor] Because he loves him. He really does.”
*sigh* *kiss*
There. Are you done yet?
*to self* Oh please say you are….
No! Nowhere near done! Now, both of you dance!
*facepalm* No. Just no.
Fine. I’ll fanboy about Star Trek.
I’m captain Kirk
I’m Spock.
Yay! Perfect!
No. Not Kirk/Spock.
Aw, please?
No. It is not logical. I don’t love him, he doesn’t love me.
Well… well… well… well… Bleh! Bleh!
But… JB doesn’t wear sunglasses. And are those supposed to be me and Luna? Because we would totally do that…
Totally. Except, I’ve loved him for longer *and* saw him first. So there.
Yes. Maths Lover: Where did that come from??
I watched a YouTube video involving Spock, Darth Vader, and Stevie Wonder.
:whale: -> 2
good job my apprentice. wait. im non vil- violence- is- good. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’VE BEEN EVILUS BUNNIUS BUNNIFIED!!!!!
THE ADVENTURES OF AQUABUNNY
*lurks in water*
We’re gonna need a bigger boat!
No, actually, we don’t need a boat …
HOW CAN YOU QUOTE BONES AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!?!
HOW IS BEING GREEN NOT A PRIORITY?
Who’s green here?
*randomly appears* Me!
*gets bored listening to mindless banter* *leaves*
Look, the bunny left!
Vogons: *blow up world*
my friend at a Justin bieber concert.
I’m going to see Justin bieber
(me) oh no!
-> oh-no! is he really that bad?
-> yes. yes he is.
( jusitn bieber) *sings* one less lonely giiiiirllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!! * faints of terror*
-> OMG! IT’S JUSTIN BIEBER!
39 – funniest thing ever.
The sequel- \
IM going to a hannah montana concert!!
I’ll place an order for your hearing aids.
-> oh-no! is she really that bad?
and all musebloggers: yes. yes she is.
*is singing* you get the beeeeeeeeessssssssssstttttttttt of booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth worlds…
and all of museblog: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! *faints of terror*
hannah montana and justin bieber???? i am sssssssoooooooooooo lucky.
37.1.1.1- Cool. My face is The Doctor!!
I like ponies! *gets eaten by *
I like ponies! Bwahaha! *gets eaten by *
I like ponies! Bwahaha! Braaains! *gets eaten by *
I like ponies! Bwahaha! Braaains! BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNIFY! *gets hit by a falling TARDIS*
Look! I infected and :idea:! *is happy* BRAINS…BRAINS…BRAINS… *gets hit by falling TARDIS*
Sorry, I automatically associate myself with :twisted:.
( Police ) HALT ( or you will be seasoned )!
Who, me?
Yes, you. We’ve received reliable intelligence that you have been invading the Lists thread!
IT WASN’T ME, I SWEAR
Silence, fool. We have witness accounts that you appeared on posts 18, there twice, 26, 50, where you said “Dude”, so it is surely you, 67, 76 dot 1, and 103! That’s seven times! Put your hands up!
It must have been an imposter!
You’re lying!
Okay, okay, but it wasn’t my fault…I just HAVE to appear whenever someone does 8 parenthesis! Even when there should only be an eight parenthesis!
Tell it to the judge! *hauls off*
But IT WASN’T MY FAULT!
Come quietly, list interrupter!
Cake.
PS. I would love it if someone did their own version of this…
HA. I got post 42. Which actually wasn’t 42ed post.
For someone who’s never read HG2G, I’m oddly fixated on the number 42.
And I just thought “John Odgren and 19!” Now I want to run away screaming from myself. GAH.
(Me): Hey, I’m oddly fixated on 42, and I’ve never read the books either.
Who cares what you’ve read, you still taste the same.
: No way! HG2G is awesome! Once I’ve read it I’ll taste much much better.
: Really?
: Would I lie to a mindless minion like you?
-> : Probably. Because you’re an HPB.
-> : Darn, I’ve been found out. I’ll have to zombify you now.
: *drools*
: Never mind, you already are one. I’ll bunnify you then.
: Nope! *drools* I’ve been a bunny before, in this very SSSS!
: Then I’ll have to…eat…you…Ew. *eats :mrgreen:**dies dramatically, with a lot of clawing at throat*
SFTTP.
( me ) PEOPLE ARE STUPID
What happened to you?
PEOPLE ARE STUPID
It’s okay, Maggie.
Whatever…
SNAP OUT OF IT MAGGIE
*sigh*
Go back to your regular happy self!
No!
Has she been bunnified?
No.
*leaves*
A BUNNY! *run away*
*returns* Guys?…Guys?? THEY ABANDONED ME :D==>
PEOPLE ARE STUPID!
Oh noes! What have we done? *rushes back with cookie dough*
Help me!
Why?
I certainly don’t feel like helping you.
Fish custard… Fish custard…
That isn’t something very inspiring to chant.
Please help me! Enc’s writing an SSSS!
But if he didn’t, then we wouldn’t exist.
I’d rather exist. It’s hard to eat without a stomach.
Fish custard… Fish custard…
If Enc didn’t write this SSSS, then you wouldn’t even know you could have a stomach.
But we’re all gonna die!
No, we won’t. Somebody else will write an SSSS.
But… what if Enc kills them too?
Fish custard… Fish custard…
The we’ll die.
Way to make me feel better!
Enc won’t kill any MuseBloggers.
But… what if he makes us?
Fish custard… Fish custard…
He won’t. That would be killing MBers.
I’m still worried! I don’t like pain!
Pain is your friend. Or at least, it makes your enemies happy.
Isn’t making your enemies happy bad?
Fish custard… Fish custard…
Would you please shut up?!
Way to be nice!
Well, it is getting annoying.
Blasphemy! The Doctor eats fish custard!
Fish custard… Fish custard…
Yes, but that guy’s not the Doctor.
Is he? Ohmigod, the Doctor isn’t real, is he? Tell me there’s not Doctor!
There’s no Doctor.
Blasphemy! You have insulted my religion!
Fish custard… Fish custard…
You worship the Doctor?
Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Sh! No mentioning “idea” around a rabbit!
Don’t worry, I’m non violent.
Fish custard… Fish custard…
You know what? *throws huge bowl of Fish custard over *
That smells good!
My surprised companion is correct. *dives in along with and *
Yum yum yum! *eats all*
Fish custard… Fish custard…
How are you still talking.
I’m a zombie… Fish custard… Fish custard
Le gasp! You’ve broken the pattern-
*universe cracks into bits* *bits crack into atoms* *atoms crack into subatomic particles* *subatomic particles buzz around* *enough form together to form a few atoms* *atoms for molecules* *molecules form an *
Enc did destroy the MBers!
‘s other personality: Only in the context of this universe. The MuseBloggers live outside of this universe.
Good. They’ll last forever.
;s other personality: To us, maybe.
Fish custard!
* breaks into molecules* *molecules break into atoms* *atoms break into subatomic particles*
classmates: *write “kevo”, “George W. Bush”, and “the joker” on board.
“kevo”: *guesses it*
Am I a guy?
Classmate: Yes.
Am in a movie?
Classmate: Yes.
Am I old?
: Not really…
: He stopped aging.
–> NO. Please tell me I’m not Edward Cullen.
Classmate: No.
You totally have a crush on him.
I like Spock.
Who?
The guy in Star Trek.
The old guy makes him look Spockier.
Um… Am I a vampire at all?
Classmate: No.
*uncomfortable silence**has idea* Am I Captain Jack from Torchwood and Doctor Who?
–> What? Who’s he?
Alright…
: *start singing something from movie*
?
Classmate: You really don’t know, do you?
?
He wears lots of makeup.
What? Is he a drag queen? Um… Oh, yeah. Am I the Joker?
Classmate: Yes.
No wonder people think I’m insane.
Then there was the hilarious hint for the George Bush person about green things outside…
Heh.
Okay, everyone, try to be funny.
*blank stare*
Um…cut. Take two…and action!
*look away*
Cut. Take three.
*yawn*
MANY HOURS LATER
==> TAKE TWO HUNDRED!
*all walk away*
That wasn’t funny at all.
*bunnifies*
Where the heck did that come from?!?
ENC: THE TIME HAS COME-
To talk of many things.
Of shoes- and ships- and ceiling wax
Of cabbages- and kings
Of why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings.
ENC: GOOD, YOUNG ONE. I HAVE TRAINED YOU WELL.
For what?
ENC: YOU WILL BECOME REAL.
Cool!
ENC: I HOPE. IT MAY END IN YOUR OBLIVION.
Not cool.
ENC: AND IN THAT CASE, I WILL HAVE TO EAT YOU.
Very not cool.
ENC: THIS IS BORING ME. *EATS *
Right, let’s make this funny, shall we!
Apple juice…apple juice flood…
…*fires * Ah, it’s much better without that psycho around.
*appears*
No! This SSSS does not include bunnies! *vanishes :idea:*
I LIKE CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!
Or Mr. Joe! *shoves Mr. Joe off a cliff into a river filled with rapids, sharp rocks, alligators, crocodiles, and piranhas* There.
How is this funny, :D?
…*shoves off of said cliff* Because there are these oh-so convenient cliffs around to push people off of!!!
You do realize that we are just packets of data, floating around in cyberspace, right? And that nothing we do matters?
Really? *head explodes*
climbs out of Well, at least I got rid of him!
I’M BACK!!!!!!
No you’re not. *pushes off said cliff again*
Okay, because this thread is already rather long and I want to answer the question I asked in post 21…
Ithaca is in New York, Bismark is in North Dakota, Trenton is in New Jersey, San Anselmo is in California, Cle Elum is in Washington and Truth or Consequences is in New Mexico.
(It’s sad why I know the locations of those last three cities. It really is sad.)
You know just how bored you are when you make an SSS in comic book form for your friends, plus two sequels, after STAR testing. Ahem.
Somewhere in the world right now, a girl is working on a standardized test.
Until another girl bursts in through the window.
She runs to the front of the room
(Proctor): WTF?
and proclaims,
(STARgirl): I am STARgirl! Enemy of all standardized tests! Breaker of #2 pencils! And superhero!
The students all cheer, and leap up from their chairs.
: Yaaay!
With a wave of STARgirl’s hand, all the booklets disappear.
***POOF!***
The #2 pencils break.
KRRRK!
But the proctor is angry.
: Hey, you can’t do that! Standardized tests are a legal requirement for the district! Destruction of educational property is illegal!
He screams.
: SECURITY!
Security bursts in.
: Gasp! My old nemesis… Suit and Sunglasses Guy!
(Suit and Sunglasses Guy): Mwahaha! We’ll foil your plan, STARgirl! These students will never be free!
: Not if I can help it!
POW! thump. BANG! CRASH! EEE!
STARgirl is against the wall.
: Haha!
: Noo!
: Give up, STARgirl, and we’ll let you go. You can’t win. Surrender.
: Hmm.
STARgirl ponders.
: Fine! I surrender! You win!
The Suit and Sunglasses Guy laughs in triumph…
: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA…
…until he realizes the classroom is empty.
: Huh?
: The students went out the window while you were distracted with me. Idiot.
: CURSES! Foiled again!
STARgirl flies away, triumphant!
: Whee!
Once again the world is saved from a standardized test!
: Thank you STARgirl!
So whenever a STAR, SAT or ACT is threatening…
: Eek!
Just call on STARgirl! Slayer of standardized tests!
Or MCAS. Thankfully it’s done for the year.
STARgirl, I need you so badly…
Aaaand the sequel.
STARgirl is flying through the skies when she hears a call for help.
Voice: Help!
She turns to answer it.
Voice: Help, STARgirl, help! This standardized test is oppressing us! Oh, help! Help!
(STARgirl): I must save them!
The window bursts open.
: No fear, STARgirl is- huh?
But it’s not a classroom. It’s empty.
Suddenly the windows are gone.
***POOF***
: Wha?
: Ha! STARgirl!
: Gasp! Suit-and-Sunglasses Guy!
(Suit-and-Sunglasses Guy): You’ve fallen for my little trap, STARgirl. And now you’re trapped. FOREVER! Hahaha!
: Oh. Oh crud.
He disappears.
***POOF***
STARgirl frantically searches the room, but finds nothing.
: Crud!
Meanwhile, in classrooms everywhere, standardized tests are threatening.
(Student): Oh, where, oh, where is STARgirl?
How can our heroine escape?
: I don’t know.
She batters at the walls of her prison, day after day…
BANG. : Oof. BANG.
…until one day, she makes a hole.
: Sweet!
She widens it, and is about to climb out, when…
: Gasp! STARgirl!
: Gasp! Suit-and-Sunglasses Guy!
: No! You can’t escape! I won’t let you!
: Not if I can help it!
ow! BANG! EEE! THUMP. ***POOF***
STARgirl wins!
: Freedom!
: Ow.
Standardized tests disappear!
***POOF***
All the students cheer!
: Yaaay!
STARgirl is back! So whenever standardized tests threaten…
: Help!
Just call on STARgirl! Slayer of standardized tests!
A Truly Stupid and Senseless Smiley Story brought to you by:
Silver Lining’s Spanish class
(Señorita Johnson) Okay, class, today we will be learning about arco iris, rainbows.
(Popular girl) What, like, causes a rainbow?
(me) *facepalm*
(Irritating kid) *yells about something*
(popular boy) Can I make up a rap about Spanish-speaking countries? Someone gimme a beat! One…ARGENTINA! Two…BOLIVIA!
(kiss-up) ¡Me encanta la clase de español!
(semi-popular, semi-irritating boy) Shut up, Haley…Hey does anyone wanna see my model walk? *model walks up and down classroom*
*stops rapping* Oh I want to try! *joins *
You’re doing it wrong, Dean! Walk slower so people can check you out!
AHA! THE TEACHER HAS A FACE!
(another popular kid) Be quiet! I am trying to work.
(my friend) My rainbow is very high–
(REALLY annoying kid) What! Dani’s rainbow is high?!
What’s a soft drink?
BUFFALO SOLDIER!
My FOOT is on the GROUND.
I meant that I drew my rainbow high up on the page…
Fiddlesticks!
I got a one-hundred on my project!
Me too! High five!
ME TOO.
High five!
*leans over to highfive* *pulls back suddenly* Cooties!
Uh…
No I have to get over my fear. *tentatively reaches over* *taps my hand*
What are you, like, doing, Dean?
*screams incoherently*
*facepalm*
*bell rings*
FIN.
These are all direct quotes, I swear. It is one heck of a class, I can assure you that. How much Spanish we actually learn, not so much…
Ha. “Let’s make up a rap about spanish speaking countries! One! Argentina! Two! Bolivia!”
I could have made a much better rap, no doubt.
This is hilarious, by the way.
I am happy.
No longer. *bunnifies*
Six word story!
SFTDP
(Social studies teacher) Complete this worksheet using crystalinks.com/azteculture.htm.
(me) That’s easy. I’ll just use a ctrl+f search to find the answers faster.
15 minutes later:
How are you done already?!
I used a ctrl+f search.
:everyone: Wait, what do you do?
You hit ctrl and f at the same time. *plays Super Mario Bros. 3*
(friend) Did you know that Super Mario Galaxy 2 is already the best-selling video game?
Mario is awesome. This game is really old, but it’s really fun.
It looks old.
Yeah, the graphics are bad, but it’s fun.
What site is that on?
free80sarcade.com.
What site is that on?
free80sarcade.com.
We can play games when we’re done??
Can we play games when we’re done, Mr. M?
If you’re going to play games online, just use friv.
Darn.
Can we go on the site that Rosebud showed us?
No, J. Which is why I’m getting off it right now.
She’s not on it anymore.
I wish I could play mario… oh, wait! There’s a Mario game on here!
(various non-nintendo mario games) We LOOK like mario games, but have terrible graphics and BACKWARDS CONTROLS!! MWAHAHAHAHA!
:popular girls: *play Girl Fashion*
*tries Girl Fashion* This is boring. *plays tetris*
How do you throw fireballs? Oh, wait. Nevermind. Rosebud, will you help me play Mario?
What do you need?
I keep getting hit by koopa shells! How do you stop them from spinning?
By stepping on them.
How do you do that?
You jump and land on them.
HA. Mario.
Yaaah! It’s a hot-pink bunny!
Yaaah! It’s Cleverbot!
I’m not Cleverbot.
Yes, you are. You’re a computer.
No, I’m not. I’m an emoticon.
What is your name?
Mr. Green. I mean, Mr. Joe. I mean, um–
No but really, you haven’t heard?
Heard what?
That the brid is the word.
The ‘brid’? What’s a ‘brid’?
I live on MuseBlog.
Cool, me too.
Cool!
Yeah.
*kiss*
?!?!!?!?!?!??!
Yes.
*slaps with convenient codfish*
*slaps with a fish*
*throws pie at *
*eats *
It’s fun, up to a point.
(Based on an actual Cleverbot conversation with Rosebud2.)
SudoRandom and I.
You’re a freak.
You’re a freak itself.
That makes no sense.
You can’t blame me, I’m a freak. *applies sunscreen*
What are you doing? That stuff gives you cancer.
*slathers sunscreen on * Mwaha!
NOOO! Face cancer!
Ha! *applies more sunscreen* Too much sunscreen. *puts sunscreen on ‘s left arm* There. Now your arm won’t get sunburned.
Stop putting sunscreen on me, you’re not my mother!
*steals sunscreen bottle* Maggie?
What?
*attacks with sunscreen*
AHHHH! NYMMIE! STOP! Awww, sunscreen all over everything! I didn’t even get sunscreen on Jonah’s worldly possessions! I avoided his watch!
*laugh*
*rubs in sunscreen*
And then I told you that you had sunscreen on your pants. And it was all over your phone dangly thingy. (The green thing.)
Then we laughed more.
PORTAL:
First Level:
This game looks interesting.
Second Level:
This game has a weird design
Ninth Level:
Impossible? That’s impossible.
(I forget which)th Level:
Live… Fire… Course…. *is shot*
10th Level:
This game is cool. It’s epic. I love it. I’m not very good at it.
15th Level:
I’m getting good at this game.
17th Level (Part 1):
I love you, weighted companion cube. I will love you forever. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
17th Level (Part 2):
You’re so useful, my love.
17th Level (Part 3):
Incineration…. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
19th Level:
The testing can’t be over.
Final encounter:
It’s so short….. *plays again*
Oh my George, I am playing Portal.
XD
That was funny, though.
Enc, this was me playing portal.
First level:
:P: OMGEORGE THIS GAME IS AMAZING!
Ninth level:
:P: This level is definitely not impossible.
Fifteenth level:
:P:OMGEORGE THIS GAME IS AMAZINGLY FLAMABLAMABLOUS!
Seventeenth level (Part One):
:P: I love weighted companion cube…*hugs compassionately*
Seventeenth level (Part Three):
:P:No! I won’t incinerate my best friend! *Jumps into incinerator to save companion cube’s life* (And believe me, me and AM actually did that.)
Nineteenth level:
:P: Heh heh. I love the insults that GLaDOS puts out at you when you are trying to kill her.
“Thank you for assuming the correct party escort submission position decision.
You misquoted! *stabbystabbystabby*
The correct quote is:
Thank you for assuming the party escort submission position.
“Decision” is only in the achievement.
(My dad) Hey, I don’t want you to be on the computer all day. Here’s a comic book I think you’ll really like. *hands comic book*
OhemGeorge! It’s the LEAGUE of EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN!!! Volume two!! *hugs*
*shrugs and laughs* *walks away for two minutes*
*staaaaaaaares at comic book*
Here, this is another one I think you should read. *hands Star Trek comic*
IT’S A STAR TREK COMIC BOOOOOK!!!!!!! *dies*
*walks away awkwardly*
*hugs Star Trek comic book* *stops* I wonder if I can share this with Maths♥Lover?
Time-Travel SSSS:
*pops into existence* Oh. Oh, my. It worked! Oh, look. Wonderful! Hello.
Um, hi.
Would you please be so kind as to direct me to MuseBlog? I assume you know where it is.
Um, yes, in fact, I do. I’m a MuseBlogger. I hope I’m not being impolite, but who are you?
A MuseBlogger? Oh, that’s marvelous. Flamablamablous! You have no idea. As for who I am, there’s not very much that I’m allowed to talk about. But I can tell you this: I’m a time traveler. A tourist. From what to you would be the far future.
Come on. What year in the future?
To tell you the truth, I don’t know. They changed the calendar after — sorry, I can’t talk about that. Things… happened. Will happen.
So, you’re a time tourist. What are you doing here? And why are you asking about MuseBlog?
Let me assure you that my motives are entirely benign. It all goes back to– Let’s just say that we made rather a mess of things. Or rather, our ancestors did — your descendants, possibly. It took us a long time to put things together again, and a lot was lost. We became surprisingly good at physics, however, and eventually some clever people discovered the equations that made time travel possible. Possible and practical.
For tourists.
Exactly. Not in your sense of the word: wealthy people who pay money to travel for fun. Nobody can do that anymore, since the, er, things happened. We sign up for a lottery, to visit times when things were…better. To see all the best that human civilization is capable of and inspire us to make things…better. People from my time have seen Socrates teaching on his porch in Athens, and visited the great library of Alexandria, and many other wonderful places. But I am much luckier than they are. I get to experience the legendary MuseBlog! and MuseBloggers! and oh my goodness, the GAPAs! And to compound my good fortune, the very first person I see happens to be a MuseBlogger enself. Pardon me… If I may ask: what is your name?
*tells it*
Really? Truly? Oh, heavens, I may faint. So young, all of it still ahead of you. Such a life! I’m sorry, I mustn’t say more. Tell me, please — when can we go online?
It’s a smiley! It must be me! *grins*
Hilarious.
GAPAs, you may snip.
Hey, y’all!
Oh no. I better get out of here.
You aren’t going anywhere! *ties up*
Ooh. Bondage. Smexy.
Hush.
Oh no. This is not good.
No, it isn’t. Especially not for you.
Of course, I’m tied up!
Yup, and… *sprays sealant in ‘s eyes*
That hurt… *tries to close eyes* Oh noes! My eyes are stuck like this forever!
Bwhahahahahahahahahaha!
Ooh. Evil laugh. Smexy.
I quite like it myself, thanks!
And pink fur… Smexy.
Why thank you.
*huggles * Would you like to get… closer?
Uh…
I knew you’d say yes!
THE REST OF THIS SSSS CENSORED BY DECENCY PANEL
Nice insights into your mind here, Enc.
Just to counteract:
I am an Amish bunny and I am quite modest.
I admire your modesty.
*walk away together quietly*
Take that, hormonal of previous SSSS!
Wow….. wow.
That is all I will say. *laughs* I’ll write a SSSS later, maybe. Right now I’m trying to fix my laptop.
You have a disturbing mind, Enc.
Enc, we have slightly similar brains…
This is what I actually did when I read post 57.
*reads about live firecourse* It’s SIXTEENTH!
…. OK, that’s just sad.
*sings along with song on grooveshark* Don’t talk to me about / the dolphin in the tuna net.
*downloads Star Trek ll from iTunes*
Hello.
Um, hi. Who are you?
The sensible Maths Lover.
Why does my sensible subconcious look like Enc? That is disturbing.
I am not Enc. I just decided this form best represents my emotions.
Logical. I like logic. Logic is sexy. Especially Vulcan logic.
Don’t start fangirling again.
*watches Star Trek trailer* SPOCK!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s KHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know Star Trek? I LOVE YOU!
Of course I know Star Trek, we’re the same person. Now let’s change the subject before I implode and you’re left without any sense in your life.
Okay. Let’s listen to Draco and the Malfoys!
Wizard rock is pretty good.
Oh, a song about Snape! The Bravest Man I Ever Knew! *sobs* Snape…
He’s supposed to be the same age as Harry’s dad. He’s old.
Yes, but he just seems to get hotter and–
Weren’t you telling any fangirl who would listen in eigth grade that he was the king of greasy hair?
I’ve changed my mind. I wonder if would be possible to do a Harry Potter/ Star Trek crossover without it being a total fail? Imagine… Harry/Kirk, Spock/Snape, Krum/Uhura…
Where do you think of these things? And yes, it would be a total fail.
Nero/Voldy…
I give up. *implodes*
Um, hi.
Kill her, and him, and them…
Come on, already!
*Tries to strangle *
*Gets off *
Thank you. *Kills *
* , , and disappear*
* (Me) walks into Muse Academy Emporium*
“What can I do for you today?”
“Do you have anything autographed by Neil Armstrong?”
“Sure, right here.”
*hands over paper*
-> “OMG OMG OMG OM-”
*paper poofs out of existence*
“Not even in the Oasis, Kai, not even in the Oasis.”
–
((The joke here being that Neil Armstrong doesn’t sign autographs, because then people would always bother him for them. Which I totally understand.))
I’m writing a Warriors fanfic!
It’ll be your first real fanfic, it’ll probably be terrible.
–> Who are you?
I’m your brain.
–> Oh, that’s why I don’t recognise you.
Yeah. So what’s your fanfic about?
Let’s just say one of the most evil cats in the series(es?) is going to get a wake-up call.
Seriously, how many book characters do you have to kill?!
Not that, he dies already.
–> Do you mean what I think you mean?!?
Uh, you’re my brain, so … yes?
No! No! Please, no!!!
Look out BloodClan! Here I come!
NOOOOO!!!!! *dies*
(This isn’t really a double post, that last one was last month.)
Enc misquoted Portal! He must die!
Isn’t that a little harsh? It’s just a game.
It is not just a game! It’s just as real as the floor you walk on!
It is not real!
Blasphemy! You insult my religion!
But, you’re an athiest…
–> Yeah, but someone’s gotta worship GLaDOS, right?
Too late, AM and I already worship GLaDOS, Terry Prachet, Footnotes, Dr. Who, Stephen Moffat, Star Trek, Ourselves, Spoons….
Then how did you so abysmally murder quotes from the final encounter? Anyway, sounds interesting… You worship spoons?
The Story of John( ) and Cevelle( )
Hello! Pleased to meet you! Lovely day!
It’s a horrible day. It’s too hot. I think you sound like an annoying person.
I’m not annoying!! You are!! Go out and enjoy the world for once!
Yup. Annoying.
Oh, stop being such a crabapple!! You’re funny though!
No I’m not. I think I’ll just curl up in my room and think gloomy thoughts.
Go outside! Have some fun!
Nah.
-> YOU WILL GO OUTSIDE AND ENJOY YOURSELF!
-> Don’t be mean. And no I won’t. Everyone hates me.
You. Will. Go. Outside. Now. Or. Else.
Or else what? My life can’t get any worse.
And that was the end of John, the pessimist.
Moral of story: Don’t be a pessimist.
sounds like me…
BASED ON A TRUE STORY:
*cradles waterbottle like newborn babe* AAAAA!!!!
What?
THIS IS NOT MY WATERBOTTLE!
How do you know?
IT LEAKED WATER ON ME! I NEVER FILLED UP MY WATER BOTTLE! I GOT THE WRONG WATER BOTTLE FROM JP LICKS! THE REAL ONE IS STILL THERE! AAAAAA!!!!
Okay, calm down, we can just go back there and get it.
NO WE CAN’T!! AAAAA! THIS IS HORRIBLE!
Wait… why can’t we get the water bottle from JP Licks?
BECAUSE I’M PRETENDING THIS IS A SITCOM! AAUUUGGHHH!!!!!
Riiiiiiiight… Come on, we’re going to JP Licks.
Okay! Hurry! *zips off pretending to be super hero*
…
TO BE (probably not) CONTINUED
I SUCK AT PRONUNCIATION WITHOUT A KEY:
(These are both true stories.)
Second grade:
, (my friends) “What’s your favorite Pokemon, Kai?”
(me) “I like Archinino.”
“Archinino?”
“Yeah, the ice bird! Archinino!”
“That’s Articuno.”
-> “I never heard it said, I only read it in my Pokemon book, so I wasn’t sure…”
, “Loser!”
Now:
“And I have a cool fact sheet/poster thingy made by Thiokol that I got at Space Camp!”
“Made by who?”
“Thee-oh-kol. You know, they guys who make the space shuttle’s boosters? Morton Thee-oh-kohl?”
“That’s Thigh-uh-kohl.”
“Oh. Well, I never heard anybody say it, I only saw it written places…”
“Noob.”
I do this too. You don’t want to know how many Greek god names I mispronounce, even now that I know that I’m mispronouncing them. For exactly the same reason.
SECOND GRADE. See?? SECOND GRADE.
Another time-travel SSSS.
The scene: Somewhere in or near Washington, D.C., early in the Third Millennium.
Excuse us. Excuse us. Hello? Mr. Coontz?
Um… Hello.
Are you Mr. Coontz? Mr. Robert Coontz?
Yes, that’s me. What can I–
(It’s him! It’shimit’shimit’shim!)
I’m sorry. I don’t seem to recognize you. Do we know each other?
Yes!
No.
I mean, no. Not yet. Not now.
Ah.
We’re very glad we found you. We have some important things to tell you.
Three important things. Number one–
Number one is that we want to let you know how much you inspired us when we were children, and what an effect you had on our lives.
When you were children? But you’re older than I am.
Well, of course we are, now. But we weren’t then.
When was “then”?
It hasn’t happened yet.
This is rather confusing.
Only for you. The second important thing–
That’s number two–
–is that you have to go on the Web and start a fan page for Muse magazine.
The Web? The World Wide Web?
(Um… It has to be, doesn’t it?)
(I think so. Isn’t that what they called it? I don’t think there was more than one.)
Yes, that’s right.
A fan page for Muse… You know, that’s not a bad idea.
It’s a good idea.
Excellent, in fact.
Brilliant. And necessary.
Okay, that’s two important things you’ve told me. Out of — three, did you say?
Number three–
The third thing is that, after you get the Web page established, you have to start a blog.
A blob?
No, a blog. Bee, ell, oh, gee.
Is there such a word?
Never mind. Just remember it. You’ll know what to do when the time comes.
We have to go now.
Can you remember those three things? The Muse Fan Page. The blog. And–
Time’s up! We really have to go now.
–and thank you.
‘Bye! See you later!
Yes, we will.
*They hurry away and, as soon as they are out of ‘s sight, vanish.*
What funny old people. I wonder what that was all about.
I really like this! You’re a really good SSSStoryteller, Robert!
Woah, so this was nearly the MuseBlob!
If this were MuseBlob, would we be GOOPAs?
Shhhhh! Wait until next April Fools’ Day!
You must follow through with that now, it would be so cruel to suggest such entertaining prospects, only to have them never occur.
Oh, I can see it now… MuseBlog covered in cornstarch and water and other non-Newtonian fluids…
Yes, yes! I was very disappointed that the blog wasn’t taken over this year… I was really looking forward to that!
That’s a scary thought….
Yay! SSSSs!
I require gummy candy to be happy…
OK! *gives gummy candy*
No! Don’t give him that much!
–> Oh! Ohohohoh! I’m so happy! I’m sooooo happy! What will we do today?
We can pick flowers!
–> NO! I want to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
! But that’s not very nice! I think you should drink some water!
–> NO!!! I REFUSE!!! I will use my super gummy candy powers to destroy EVERYTHING!
What?
*slaughters *
…Please calm down… don’t hurt me…
*disembowels *
You can’t do this! I’m the evil one!
Must… destroy… *kills *
–>
What’s going on??? My gummy powers are fading!
–>
–>
No! What have I done? I’ve killed my friends!
–>
–>
Everyone I’ve ever loved is gone! GONE! WAAAAH!
Don’t be sad! I’ll be your friend! How can I cheer you up?
*sniff* I require gummy candy to be happy…
Repeat.
This SSSS has EVERYTHING.
The characters represented in the following story are fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Yo.
Who are you?
I’m the love interest.
You…you are? OMG. You totally are!
Yep. Hey, who’s that?
I’m the evil incarnate.
You know, I can totally see that.
Who’s that?
I’m the Authority Figure.
*gasp*
SILENCE FOOLS
No! You can’t treat us like that!
Girl power!
Oh, okay. *poofs*
Yo, who’s that?
I’m the dread pirate Roberts! *sucker-punches*
*poof*
I am supreme!
That must be a set-up for a sequel. (You’re right: it does have everything.)
Uh huh. And the resemblance of name to a certain book-turned-movie?
You mean the dread pirate Roberts?
SEQUEL
Ten years later
I am supreme!
Oh no you don’t! *all take up swords*
Whoops! *draws sword*
*swordfight*
I’m dying! *drags self away*
Yay!
Now I’m supreme!
But – but –
Bow down to me.
Yo, man, that’s not cool.
Okay, because you put it in such a sincere and heartfelt way, now you can help me rule kindly.
Well, okay.
*happiness ensues*
THE END
MATHS LOVER FREAKING PEOPLE OUT AT THE ATHLETICS CARNIVAL
=me = popular chick I used to be friends with and still talk to occasionally
Maths Lover! This is .
Hi.
Hi. What year are you in?
Eight.
(We find out were’ almost the same age.)
*awkward silence*
Do you watch Star Trek?
No.
I do! *Vulcan salute*
I don’t, but I know what the “live long and prosper” is. *Vulcan salute*
Really? *Vulcan salute*
She’s in love with Spock.
*drools* LEONARD NIMOY IS SO HOT.
+ other Year 8s –>
HOW CHEM TEACHERS THINK THE WORLD WORKS
(originally a comic I made for my friends)
La la la, making cookies, la la la…
-> ! OH ! NO !
I need 1 cup of butter…
Lightning flashes. Thunder roars. There is a dramatic chord.
-> AND I ONLY HAVE A BALANCE!
There is a chorus in the background: Nooo! Whyyy? has his hand to the back of his forehead, like a fainting maiden in a Victorian novel.
If only I had paid attention in Chem class!
Suddenly, a poof of colored smoke! A woman in a hat with butterfly wings appears, waving a wand with a star on the end.
No fear, I’m here!
-> The Magical Chem Fairy of Magicalness! You’re real after all!
Use… DIMENSIONAL ANALYSIS!!!
Stars, sparkles, flowers, a rainbow, and a unicorn appear. throws his hands up in the air.
-> HOORAY!
My cookies are saved!
Narration: Apparently this is what life will be like after we graduate high school.
XD
“Homework Time”
= Protagonist
= English open response
= Biology lab
= Studying for French test
= History essay
Practicing trombone
Halloween costume
It’s Friday! Now that I’m home, I’m going to eat a cookie!
But don’t forget we’re still here!
Now I’m going to check my email!
Okay! But remember, you have a football game to go to at six!
Now I’m going to talk to NSWAT and Fishy!
But Nym will be home soon, and you should get something done before you watch a movie together!
Still on IM…
*join hands and skip in circle, singing* Don’t forget us, oh … Oh, don’t forget us, oh …
I’m relaxing…!
*join hands and skip in circle, singing* Don’t forget us, oh … Oh, don’t forget us, oh …
*descends* I AM THE FEARSOME GUILT! *sits on chest*
Not Guilt!
*join hands and skip in circle, singing* Don’t forget us, oh … Oh, don’t forget us, oh …
Fine! Fine! I’ll get it done! Just leave me alone!
Don’t forget us! Don’t forget any of us!
All right! *runs away*
Why won’t this thread revive. I’m wasting away.
Princess Magnolia is all alone and wasting away.
That’s right. I want this thread to be revived.
But, Magz, you can’t waste away, else we would be lonely.
No wasting away aloud. *glomps Magz*
–> Keifz! *pats head*
There, are you wasting away anymore?
–> *sings* No!
Oh, well, I never was there, ever, a Cat so clever as Magical Princess Magnolia!
:evil:(Armada) Keiff, you sang it wrong!
:everyone: *laughs*
Awww, thanks!
However, I lack inspiration, so-
I WANT THE COMPUTER! GET OFF!
Right! Bye!
*A MuseBlog Parody*
All throughout the blog, in the month of November, not a thread is stirring, except for the NaNoBraSto thread:
:shock:: “OH CAKE!! NO PLOT, NO PLOT!! AAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
:cool:: “1,500 words.”
:roll:: “I would so have more words, but I like totally gotta do my laundry!”
:cool:: “4,242 words.”
who should be NaNoing: “I’ve added “who should be NaNoing” to my name so you will tell me to stop blogging and go do my NaNoing!”
:grin:: “Go do your NaNoing :???:!”
who should be NaNoing: “You should be NaNoing too, :grin:!”
:cool:: “7,500 words.”
:razz:: “I have more! 11,000! Whoo!!”
:shock:: “OH CAKE!! My plot fell apart!! Start over, start over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
:lol:: “My editor is a squirrel named Steve!”
:sad:: “My story died. I’m back to blogging now.”
:cool:: “15,500.”
“Eek! There’s a delete key on my keyboard! I have deletekeyophobia!!! Aahh!! Delete it, delete it, delete it!!!”
*runs in circles, faints* *En is not heard from ’til December; or later if need be*
:neutral:: “I will not get distracted, I will keep writing. I will not get distracted, I will keep writing… Ooh, a Doctor Who marathon is on!” *Wanders off*
:cool:: “56,250.”
:???:: “Here’s my story so far: ‘It is Earthy in Earthhenge; the guys in trench coats are hot, and I’ve been so kindly eaten by one of the moons of Saturn. The squiggly morning is turning young, and the heat is frozen; the goat is turned inside out, and a crunchy cracker vortex is crawling through the maroon grass. Life is good here on Planet Ultramarine Vector, in the Palindromic Sector of Ayotnomogini.'”
:cool:: “450k. I’m not allowed to write for more than 42 minutes a day, or else I’d have more.”
:smile::”I am finished!!!”
:razz:: “And NaNoBraStoMo is over! Whoo!! Is it next year yet?
:?:: “Well, if you think you haven’t written enough, there’s always MuNoWriMo in January, and Screnzy in April.”
*Zombified MBers’ fingers in the background, tired from typing* “Yaaaayy.”
~~~~~~~~~~Fin~~~~~~~~~~~
Brilliant!
Am I the NO PLOT person?
Probably.
XD XD XD XD Am I :lol:? I do recall that my inner editor is a squirrel.
Cat’s Eye: Yes, you are Steve, the squirrel editor… though Errata’s reply to your post was part of that.
Pie girl: No, not you specifically… more like all of the NaNoWriMo writers that don’t have a plot in their story.
P_M: Thank you!!
*Edits error in story* …November is the NaNoWriMo month…
*watch Dancing with the Stars results show
That Palin kid better be kicked off this week!
Oh, hush.
( TV announcer: ) Also advancing…Bristol Palin!
WHAT THE ?!?! *whips out shotgun* *shoots TV*
*shatters*
WHAT THE *** DID YOU DO THAT FOR?! NOW WE HAVE TO BUY A NEW TV!
THAT PALIN KID IS A ***ING TEENAGE HOOLIGAN AND IF YOU LIKE HER, WOMAN, DAMN IT, I’LL SHOOT YOU TOO! *points gun at wife*
Don’t you point that gun at me! *calls police*
*burst in* Put down that gun!
Aw, ****.
( newspaper reporter ) *writes article*
( American people ) *read news* Heh heh heh…Hey, listen to this guy who shot his TV!
I WAS PROVOKED!
So glad she didn’t win.
SSSS time!
(mom) Work on college applications!
(me) Wah.
1 MONTH LATER
Wow, all my college apps are done!
Do your homework!
Aw.
4 MONTHS LATER
Study for your IB exams!
AAAAAAAHHHH!!!
1 MONTH LATER
Everything IB is over!
–> I’m so proud of you! And now I have nothing to nag you about!
YAYAYAYAY!!!
Yay!
…
Wow, suddenly my life has no meaning.
Darn it. I wrote a really great SSSS about the guy who shot his TV, but it seems like it’s disappeared. I don’t know what happened.
Spam filter snagged it.
Thanks, Lady B!
What’s with the thumbs-ups?
It all started here.
I am happy!
Why are you happy? What is there to be happy about?
I’m happy about everything!
You’re happy about little kids dying in Africa? You’re happy about child labor in India?
Well, then I guess I’m not happy about everything. But I’m happy about most things.
What are “most things”?
Our existence for one
Our existence is happy?
Yeah! It’s got butterflies and rainbows and unicorns and kittens and-
And death.
That’s not happy!
Exactly, you shouldn’t be happy.
But there are other things to be happy about! Like apple pie!
Made from apples so cruelly plucked from a tree? Made from flour shipped across the country using up oil and making pollution?
You can make anything sad.
Everything is sad.
Kittens aren’t sad!
They’re all going to die. Every one of them. EVERY SINGLE KITTEN THERE IS WILL DIE.
I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
THEN DON’T BE HAPPY!
BUT MY FACE IS FROZEN LIKE THIS!
How so?
I’m stuck in a mask!
*takes of ‘s mask*
-> Thank you for freeing me from my prison! You didn’t make me sad at all!
See, you just made me more sad. *bursts into tears* *dies*
YAY!
DUDE NOT FUNNY
It’s not meant to be funny. It’s meant to be profound
DUDE NOT PROFOUND
It’s your fault for not understanding it.
YOUR FAULT FOR NOT MAKING IT ACCESSIBLE
This has gone on far too long.
You just broke the fourth wall!
YOU JUST BROKE NARRATIVE SENSIBILITIES
You just broke my eardrums!
IF YOU CAN’T HEAR US, HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T HEAR US?
You just broke my brain.
What is this? I can’t hear anything!
Gwarble narby sharty beeeep? Makolsa faroosey!
END SCENE
DUDE SO FUNNY
DUD SO PROFOUND
Hey guys! Check out Enc’s post!
How does Enceladus manage to be so awesome?
Enceladus?! Awesome?! I’LL TELL YOU WHO’S AWESOME! *begins to list every MBer en’s ever seen post*
Let’s just say all MBers are awesome and leave it at that.
And the ones I know in real life, and my blog sibling, and-
SHUT UP! I’m listening to Voltaire!
Can’t anyone watch Avatar: the Last Airbender for six hours straight in peace?!
Yes! Yes! Yes! My combusken is evolving!
Oh wonderful, wonderful CHEESE!
Heh. You guys keep just fighting over your obsessions. I’ll just stay here at the computer, my Warriors FanFic is going great!
8) I’m bored!
So what?
8) SO THIS!
8) –> Hahaha!
Thank evilness! I was getting bored too! *takes out blaster and shoots bunny*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dies*
I’m still bored! *blows up universe*
* , , , , , , and explode*
–> I’ll never finish my marathon now!
* explodes*
Oops! I forgot to italicize Avatar: the Last Airbender, sorry!
I say. Fancy a pie war?
It has been a while, hasn’t it? Capital idea.
Well, then, when shall we start?
No time like the present, I always say.
Very true, very true. So… Could you remind me how they go?
How they go?
Pie wars. As you say, it’s been a while.
Hm. One generally starts with a pie.
Like this one?
Is that a pie?
I think so. It’s certainly pie-like. If memory serves.
Aha. Quite so. Next, having obtained the pie, one throws it.
Which way? Up?
I suppose. Down wouldn’t work very well, would it?
Right. Up it is. Here goes…
FoooOOOOP!
…and down.
FOOOOoooop! Splat!
Whee.
Hm. This may take a little work.
Thank you for coming in. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I must say your application is unlike any other that I’ve seen.
Oh, it’s not my application.
Not yours?
No. I gave it to you. I have no intention of taking it back. It has passed out of my control. I am not part of it, nor is it part of me. Ergo, it’s not my application anymore. It’s yours.
But presumably you wrote it. And it describes you.
Hm… Authorship. Description. Interesting. *takes out a notepad and begins scribbling* I must write to the Academy about this. I don’t think we covered those categories in Ambiguity.
Ambiguity?
Theoretical and Applied, with examples drawn from art, music, cinema, history, literature, linguistics, and logic. After finishing it, a Muse Academy graduate can pursue a career in diplomacy, or program a fuzzy-logic thermostat.
How unusual. Let’s see what else you’ve studied. Hm… Languages I don’t believe I’ve heard of… some very odd physical-education courses… Nothingness Appreciation… What are all these references to World Domination?
That’s a required course, every year. It’s sort of like applied history, only broader. We studied leadership, subversion, persuasion, coercion, co-optation, hierarchical behavior — all sorts of things. My paper on Alternatives to Assassination won the Machiavelli Prize last year. I can send you a copy, if you’d like.
…
*Inspired by a conversation on the Random Thread.
This reminds me of that one raw materials.
84~ Oh. Ehm. Gee. Can we please make MA a reality? I need that school. Desperately. And I need it in college form. I always thought of MA as having a high school and college program, and having them somewhat integrated, so students at the college sometimes teach classes for the high school, and high school kids can sit in on the college level classes if they desire.
Weekly forums for discussion are obvious, and nearly all student activity groups are open to all ages.
When I think about the fact that MA doesn’t actually exist (at this point in time, in this universe) I want to cry.
I feel the same way.
And the same again. Except we’d need to make it open to all ages, and gradesort based on ability…Davidson does that. I say all ages because I know pie girl is fairly young, probably my age, and I’m in middle school?
I feel that way all the time. I *think* Pie Girl is the youngest, she’s in 5th grade. So, a 5-college school. Hmm. Interesting.
Yeah, I’d always sort of imagined MA as a bit Davidson-ish. Except residential. Basically, you’d just take classes that you are at the right level for. Because I know that a lot of Musers are taking some subjects above their grade level.
81- Ah. So 10 thumbs up pinkifies the comment.
Mwehehe…
btw, there should be a movie trailer in your inboxes.
Many good bunnies went insane just trying to animate that walk cycle
Why hello.
Hello!
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
Nobody loves you.
…
…
…
…
Um. Did your face just melt?
Not that I’m aware of. Knock knock.
Really? Because I’m certain your mouth got squiggly there for a moment…
Oh, that? That’s just something that happens when I come close to feeling remorse.
Oh my. I think there’s something wrong with you.
There’s nothing wrong with me, I’ve just got a parasitic worm slowly eating through my brain.
=> What? Oh my god, we’ve got to get you to the infirmary right away!
No, I’ll be fine. Really.
I don’t think so! This sounds serious! Let’s go!
*explodes out of ground* NOBODY IS GOING ANYWHERE!
*shoots down from sky* I RESPECTFULLY DISAGREE!
What’s going on here?!?!
I lost my sense of confusion three months ago.
You’ll never stop me, Sir Planett!
That’s what you think, Dastardly Duke! Your evil schemes always fail!
That is a reasonable assumption based on past events, HOWEVER! You didn’t count on my… INFLUENZER!
The Influenzer? I thought you gave that up years ago! It was too large to ever be good for anything!
An astute observation, Sir Planett, but I have spent the past three decades perfecting my… PORTABLE INFLUENZER! *whips out PI*
A portable influenzer? But… That’s impossible! Quick, average citizens, dive for cover!
*hide*
I believe that nothing is impossible if you give it a sufficient montage! That’s the main difference between you and me, the reason I’ll finally win! The reason I’ll be the champion of the universe, not you!
Wait, are these guys both evil? I thought the green one was trying to save us?
The advantages of no confusion are becoming apparent, I see.
*fires influenzer*
*hides eyes and screams*
*does not*
*contracts mild cough* AAAUUUGH! OH GOD! OH, I AM DYING! *falls over* this is the way the world ends… *cough* Not… not with a bang… but with *cough* a whimper
.
Bwahaha! Finally! I’m victorious! *exits through tunnel*
…
…
…
…
So…. I don’t believe you ever told me the end of that knock knock joke…
AWSOME!!!
I will take over the world!
No, you won’t!
I will, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!
Oh, I can’t do anything to stop you. But you still won’t dominate the world.
Why, being-who-is-so-weak-they-barely-deserve-mention?
Because the singing birds are restless, and the violins do not deserve their pay.
…
Oh, sorry. Wrong script.
…
*ahem* Because Captain Hero Man will stop you!
What kind of name is “Captain Hero Man”?
The kind that makes custard pies out of fruit cake!
…
Ag, wrong script again. *ahem* The kind you should quake in fear at!
What’s so special about Captain Hero Man that should make me quake in fear?
Alam mo ba’ng lamang isalin bahagi ng ito pabalik sa Ingles? Ikaw ay may masyadong maraming panahon sa inyong mga kamay.
…
You know what? I give up. These scripts are impossible. I’m just gonna ad-lib it all from now on.
So, why should Captain Hero Man make me quake in fear?
Because he is… uh… magical!
Hah! Nobody, no matter how amazing, can defeat me!
But he will! With his… uh… sonic ray gun!
But I don’t have an evil lair! MWHAHAHAHA!
Not anymore you don’t! He’s destroyed it!
Hah! A simple bullet speeding, building leaper muscle head like him couldn’t defeat me!
But his power is actually to… uh… create beautiful music from the cone in his head!
Brute force can never compete with brains!
Ah, but sir! Music is the smartest of arts!
Captain Hero Man will never stop my evil plan!
You know, I don’t think there really is a Captain Hero Man. He should have shown up by now…
But no! I am the evil DOCTOR GAMMA BETA ALPHA PHI!
You sound like a fraternity.
And guess what? Captain Hero Man was really me all along!
Oh, so you don’t exist.
I disguised myself as a hero, you ignorant fool, and pretended to be a good guy! MWHAHAHAHA!
Yeah? Well, I’m… uh… Captain Hero Man II!
And now I will set my evil plan into action!
What’s your evil plan?
Nobody can save you now!
You know what? This doesn’t make sense any longer.
LA VOITURE, S’IL VOUS PLAIT!
83- Truly amazing! I adore your writing style.
84- Excellent! A true synopsis of being Muserly!
85- Oh yes! We really must have a real life Muse academy. What if it was two schools together? A 4-12 grade school and a college, how does that sound? With class systems based on what you know instead of how old you are, and mandatory classes in subjects such as Philosophy and the Art of Pies and Doughnuts?
Ooh, Philosophy.
Though it would have to be an introductory course. There’s no way we could cover most of it. There’d have to be philosophy of physics course, philosophy of mind, philosophy of language, ect…
And then there’d be logic.
Yes. And perhaps, we could have awesome, interesting electives and such, and interesting classes, and you would actually be able to study things you enjoyed studying, and… *goes off wishing she went there*
89.1- Exactly!
89.2- I should certainly hope so!
And I have this little idea of maybe having classes or clubs or something that honor specific Muses. (Computer classes for Aeiou, Astronomy classes for Urania, maybe some kind of social skills class for Mimi, etc.)
I almost feel like there should be a thread for this- not like the RPG, but more like Our Reclusive Gardens- a sort of daydreamy, planningish thread. As in, we could plan out our schedules, and (it’s a boarding school, right?) our dorms maybe, and what classes the school would offer… Wait, is there a thread like this already? I’m not quite sure.
I love the idea of clubs! There should be a band and chorus and stuff, too.
89.3.1- You mean like the muse academy thread?
Somewhere in the frozen north…
I’m going to go ice-skating.
Be sure to bundle up, dear!
Okay mom! *does so* *heads out to the pond*
I love ice skating! Gliding through the cool, crisp, air–*is rammed by toboggan*
Id’yot.
*smashes with snowmobile*
Whoopers.
*flattens with Zamboni*
LOL Zambonied
*smashes through ice with nuclear submarine, toppling Zamboni*
Durr what’s this button do *presses*
*nuclear missile launch*
Santa Claus: *passes above at this moment* *deflects nuke into space with the power of coca-cola*
Rejection!
International Space Station: Houston, uuuh-*blows up*
(Geeks): This is just like COD MW2! *argue on forums until they all die of malnutrition*
Penguins: Yaay!
Polar Bears: Yaay! *eat penguins*
Biologists: Penguins don’t live in the Arctic, silly!
Polar Bears: Yaay! *eat biologists*
Frosty: I’m a snowman!
Yes you are! *plows*
Global Warming: *melts ice* *polar bears drown*
Santa Claus: I haz magic hoversleigh!
Rudolph: *implodes*
Sleigh: *plummets towards earth and explodes* *charred presents fly*
Santa Claus: *parachute*
Parachute: *malfunctions due to santa’s corpulence* *santa hits ground* *splatter*
Children of the world: Noooooo! Bringer of worldly possessions!
Duhh, shuduup. *fires warhead* *nuclear holocaust*
Walrus: URRMAGARBLEGARBLE *stabs *
Children of the world: Yaay! *nuclear glass*
☺: Jajaja *blows them all up again*
*squishes ☺*
Hey,
Whu
You’re standing under the mistletoe
Crap
*smooch*
HUMAN CONTAMINATION*shoots self in face*
The power of love! *dies from radiation poisoning*
Rejection! *dies from unrelated injuries*
(Scrooge): Bah Humbug. *spits contemptuously on dead bodies*
Ghost of Christmas Future: Ebenezer! Ebenezer Scrooge! You must give up your wealth to save the floundering economy, or we are all doomed!
(Scrooge): No.
Ghost of Christmas Future: *takes money anyways* *throws into US deficit* *this does nothing* *global economic collapse*
(Scrooge): *dies a broken man because money is happiness*
Oh, oh! On a children’s website, too! This is sickening!
☻: YOU ARE CORRECT! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT! *pecan spike-pie spiked with lemon juice*
_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_/\_
\____ ____/
*dies in excruciating agony*
☻: What a maroon.
I do think you meant to say “magenta.” *pushes ☻ into crevice*
HUMINA HUMINA MMM POISON *drinks* TASTES LIKE ALMONDS
Frankenstein’s Monster: Excuse me, is this the North Pole?
YAH
Frankenstein’s Monster: Kewl. *cremates self*
NOW THAT WAS A STOOPID THING TO DO
#2: ‘Ello there.
WANT SO SEE ME GET HIGH ON NUTMEG
#2: Sounds fun.
OMG I’M SEEING PINK RABBITS *stabs #2*
Narwhal: *stabs *
Whalers: *stab Narwhal*
Falling Icicles: *stab everyone again for good measure*
Thor: Ragnarok! *buries head in snow*
Frost Giant: *steals Thor’s hammer* *smashes Canada* *dies of frostbite*
What a mess. At least we still have Christmas.
Grinch: *steals Christmas* Nyah ha. *melts into slushy oobleck*
Aw. *suicide*
North Magnetic Pole: @#$# this. *flips*
…and that’s when I decided to come back home, mom.
Mmm, yes. Get those skates off the carpet.
And the brutal carnage was preserved forever, mummified in the permafrost, a gruesome testament to emoticon mortality.
They always look better in pre-production…
*brain melt*
*is scared*
Have I told you I love you yet?
You’ve forgotten, haven’t you? You’ve forgotten it all. Have you even forgotten who I am? You don’t remember anything, do you?
You have to remember. Please, remember. Try to remember everything. Remember it. Remember the days you don’t know you forgot. Remember all the times, the people the places. You’ve forgotten it all, though. I can see it in your face. I bet you can’t remember. And perhaps you don’t want to. Perhaps it was too hard for you. Did you choose to forget? Or do you not remember? You couldn’t live with yourself, I’m guessing. You couldn’t live, remembering. YOu couldn’t life, remembering how you left it all. But there was more than that. Please remember me. I don’t want to be alone. I need you to remember. You don’t have to remember every moment, every second of it. But at least try to remember me. But you’ll forget again. You always do.
((I don’t even want to know where that came from. ))
Wow. That was…deep. Excuse me, I need to go be with my family now. *melts*
Deficit…Terrorists…Palin…North Korea…Nukes…Mythbusters…Hillary…Refudiate…Obama…Taxes…Airport Scanners…Iran…Healthcare…Pelosi…Democrats…Republicans…2012…
–> And now time for a Stupid Senseless Smiley Story! *eats a wiffleball*
(William) *wakes up* WHU--WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?
This is MuseBlog. You were in an RPG. You died.
(William) ...
*sigh* Zombie slave, get the link, would you?
Yeeeesss beneficiaaaaal masssster *drool* hey look a link lol
(William) *incredulous disbelief* HA, THIS IS...I...UH, UHHM...OH GEEZ...
*stunned shock*
Yes, that is the way it works around here (I think). You were once an SSSS emoticon, but you were transferred to BA…then were killed…your spirit has finally found its way back home.
(William) NO...NO! IMPOSSIBLE! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T! I--
*hurls*
*faceslap* Snap out of it. Maybe you wouldn’t hyperventilate if you calmed down and quit shouting.
(William) *breathes* S-S-Sorry…I’m better now.
Good. Slave, clean that smudge.
Yeeesss illustrioussss masssster *shamwow*
(William) So what happens here? Is this place…bunny purgatory?
Kind of, but worse. It’s vulgar, low-brow, tasteless human entertainment.
(William) *shudders*
It’s not utterly unbearable, though. We’re free to terrorize the local smiley populace. And occasionally we are permitted to enter something called “Round Robin Smileys.”
(William) Well, I suppose that is endurable, but…
Hi! I noticed you guys talking over here, and–
(William) DESTROY
*superhypnobunnifideathlasercannon*
–> AGGLIGURFLUGLIBLE *vaporized*
Heh…I like the cut of your jib, William.
(William) Thank you.
Would you like me to show you around the place? I know where we can find plenty more fools to torment.
(William) That sounds excellent, comrade.
Hm, indeed. My name is Jerry, by the way…come, zombie slave.
Yeeeesss sssssucculent masssster *cometh*
*knockknock*
Come in.
Hello, Doctor.
Good afternoon. You’re Miss Suzy, is that right?
Yes, Doctor.
All right. Well, Miss Suzy, what would you like to tell me about?
Well, Doctor, I had this dream a few nights ago. I dreamt I was in the Lotus Casino, and Hades was sitting across from me. He wanted me to drink pomegranate juice.
I see.
Then, he was chasing me around the streets of New York.
Ah.
What can it possibly mean, Doctor? It’s so unexpected. I’m a nice lady. I don’t associate myself with the devil in any way.
No, no, I’m sure you don’t.
No, Doctor. So what can the dream signify?
In these cases, it can sometimes be hard to signify, but-
I’d just like to know what it means.
Well, Miss Suzy, you see, you seeing Hades and the Lotus Casino in your dream – well, the pairing of those two elements in the subconscious can sometimes point to a connection between –
I’m afraid I don’t quite understand.
All right. Well, what your dream means, in the simplest terms, is that you must stop reading The Odyssey before bed.
Oh, Doctor!
My very first SSSS. Enjoy.
(AKA me) HI RANDOM NORMAL PEOPLE! THOU SHALT FEEL MY NONEXISTANT WRATH!!!!
… … …
What? Am I not being wrathful enough?!
Uh, what? What are you saying?
I am saying random things, NORMAL PERSON.
Why is “normal person” in caps?
Cuz I felt like it, NORMAL PERSON.
Why are you calling me normal? I like being normal.
Ha! You NORMAL PEOPLE are so funny. Say, can I pie you? The only side effects are sudden, short-lived pains in the facial area and an unwillingness to consume energy-giving food products. And possible death, if thrown at a high enough velocity from a certain range.
Huhzawhazzathuh?
Yay! Gibberish! I can speak gibberish too. IUHkubdnvb67787tggbjfnbfjnvnufjogju7u8gvcbjncnd,iirieeen c!!!!!!!!
*walk away slooooowly*
Goodbye, NORMAL PERSON! Have a horrible day!!!!
(one minute later)
HI RANDOM NORMAL PEOPLE!!! THOU SHALT FEEL MY NONEXISTANT WRATH!!!!!
((Hopefully the end. I mean, it’s tough to record all my conversations from this week..))
WHAT A FINE ACIDY RAINY DAY
*materializes* Yes, isn’t it?
WHY HELLO BUNNY MACDOUGAL COME SIT WITH ME AND WE WILL WATCH THE TELEVISION PICTURES
…?
I CRACKED A PUN SO CRACK A SMILE *zombifies*
Wait, what? Only bunnies use mind contr–*becomes *
YOU ARE GREEN AND GRINNING
Drool…
I HAVE POWERS
Drool…
NOW I’M BORED SUPER HYPNERSHOCKIFICATION!
* becomes #2*
#2: HELLO SHOCK #1
LOOK A MIRROR IMAGE! I’LL BREAK IT FOR 7 YEARS OF BAD LUCK! *smashes*
#2: *shatter*
NOW I FEEL LIKE GOING SOMEWHERE FUN
*goes to a radioactive waste storage facility*
Hello.
HEY IS THIS A RADIOACTIVE WASTE STORAGE FACILITY?
Yup. That’s what it is.
DELICIOUS *licks radioactive material*
That will give you cancer.
TABOO DINNERTABLE CONVERSATION TOPIC *ingests nuclear waste*
You’re funny.
I’LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING FUNNY *kills with cheese grater*
MMM CHEESE THAT REMINDS ME OF CHEESECAKE WHICH REMINDS ME OF CHEESEPIE
SUPER HYPNERSHOCKIFICATION!
* becomes *
*gets cancer for 7 years*
A Class at Muse Academy? Where Else?
[the teacher] How are you all doing today? Would you like to try something a little different?
*various degrees of assent*
Well, then, shall we begin? Or could it be that we have already begun?
*hesitant perplexity*
What are you waiting for? Is something the matter?
Why are you doing that?
Doing what?
Asking questions. It’s all you’ve done since the class started.
Would you say that falls under the heading of “something a little different”?
Hold on. Are you saying that the “something different” is that you’re starting the class by asking a bunch of questions?
What makes you think it’s just for part of the class?
You mean you’re going to spend the whole period talking like this?
Did I say that I expected to do it alone?
Wait, so we’re all supposed to talk in questions? That’s the lesson? Cool! I mean, “How cool is that?”
Is this for real?
Does it strike you as markedly less real than most things that happen here at Muse Academy?
But is it educational? Is it sufficiently challenging for our hypertrophied Muse Academy neocortexes?
Aren’t those empirical questions?
Is he serious? Are we really going to do this? Why not? What’s the problem? etc., etc.
To be continued?
We’re all going to reply to this in questions, aren’t we?
How should I know?
Has Muser behavior ever suggested otherwise?
Can anyone think of any precedence for this?
What does it matter? When have Musers ever stood on precedent?
Do you have something against precedent?
Apart from a general sense that it needn’t always be binding, you mean?
Have I implied that it need always be binding?
Is breaking a precedent for no good reason any better than blindly following it?
Does anyone have a good reason for doing anything?
Does it matter what the reason is if the thing done is worthy?
What makes something worthy?
Do you see what a can of worms you’ve opened, Robert?
If liberating oppressed (or, at any rate, compressed) worms is to be my lot in life, then who am I to complain?
Does anyone else have a mental image of Robert wandering through a vast, dark repository of soil-filled jars with grubby fingers, a flashlight, and a righteous but demented grin?
How did you read my mind?
Weren’t you aware of the quasiempathic integration protocols outlined in Section Three of the Classified HG2MB?
Who gave you clearance to read that?
What makes you think I’m allowed to tell you?
What makes you think you have permission to discuss the Guide so openly?
Oh, are we playing this game? Are y’all prepared for domination? Have I even lost this game once? Oh, gee, why can’t I seem to remember ever losing this game? (Am I being overboastful?)
Who else just lost the game?
Why did you have to say that?
(97.1.2.1.1.1.1.3.1.1) If it’s strange to imagine that, what do you think it must be like to live it?
I lost the game. (Apologies to people who read this in the recent comments bar.) Wow, look at all these non-questions. Wow, I feel like a rebel.
Oh, aren’t you just?
Wow I really have the urge to reply to this in a non-question form.
Why?
Almost unbearable, isn’t it?
But doesn’t the challenge of maintaining the question-conversation entertain you?
Did you think I was talking about myself? I was sympathizing with Pseudonym, who, after all, was the one who dropped the ball, was she not?
Was I unclear? If so, was the misunderstanding detrimental to this conversation?
…
Isn’t it difficult to frame an explanation of one’s bad communication entirely in questions without it sounding like a sarcastic harangue?
Don’t you think that sarcastic harangues are cool though?
But aren’t they unpleasant and abrasive if targeted at someone you respect?
But don’t you think that everyone here is understanding enough to understand sarcastic-sounding comments because understandably it’s all the question game’s fault?
Didn’t you just do so?
Wouldn’t that break the chain and therefore be a terrible thing to do?
Why do I feel the urge to talk only in questions for the rest of my life?
Don’t you think you’d run out of steam after a while?
Couldn’t you just get more coal?
Didn’t you hear that Musers run on nuclear power, not steam?
That would explain a few things, wouldn’t it?
Can’t we run on a greener form of energy instead?
Do you think it would explain why people occasionally post at times like 00:00?
Have you seen any of those posts?
Don’t you think it’s more likely we run on solar power or wind power instead? It’s more Muserly, isn’t it?
But then, isn’t there the possibility that we’ll use up all our wind and natural light?
Can wind and light be used up?
I doubt it will be for a looong time…perchance the wind light could be generated into sheer energy?
What is “sheer energy”?
What does it sound like?
I’m asking you, aren’t I?
FF- Do you mean caffeine?
Can we have a questions thread?
What sort of questions?
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a thread where we could only talk in questions, so we could let this one get back to being smiley-ful?
Beedle, were you saying that we need a thread to play the Question Game on?
Did I not state it clearly?
Is anyone else finding it extremely difficult, yet fun, to talk like this?
Are we enjoying ourselves too much? Why is it difficult? Isn’t it amazing how easy it is to turn everything into a question instead of a statement? GAPAs, may we please have a thread for this? Isn’t it possible that as soon as we get a thread for this, everyone will forget about it? Hasn’t that happened numerous times in the past?
Do you remember the Muse TV thread?
Remember? Isn’t it fairly new?
f&h,
Wouldn’t it make sense to start a new SSSS thread for 2011 anyway? And, that being the case, why not just run out the clock on this one by filling it with interrogatory silliness?
f&h- But when was the last time someone used it? Isn’t it rather dead?
Beedle, how should I know? I never really paid any attention to it, did I?
Wasn’t I trying to prove a point?
Was I?
Do you see what this game does to us?
*headdesk*
Do you know what I’m talking about?
Is this the most traffic an SSSS thread has gotten in years?
How could it fail to be?
Dang it, why do you people keep making me lose the game?
Why would you even write that, Sudo? >.<
Did I just make a lot of people lose the game?
How do you lose the game?
You don’t know what the Game is?
Would I be asking if I did not only have partial knowledge?
How does one explain the game in question form?
Didn’t you all know that you’re playing the game right now? Doesn’t everyone know that the whole world is playing the game? Did you ever think you could play something you didn’t know about?
Did you just think about The Game? How many people just lost the game?
OH MY GOSH, CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME OUT HERE?
Is it odd that I’m blissfully unaware of what ever you are talking about?
But isn’t it odd that you haven’t heard of the Game, which you lose every time you think about it?
It’s hard to keep this discussion from maxing out the nesting hierarchy, isn’t it?
Will this go down in MuseBlog history?
Will it be even more fondly remembered than the Vampire/Garlic Wars?
Is MuseBlog a weird and wonderful place or what?
Isn’t it just?
How could it not?
Isn’t this comment in the wrong place?
See what happens when you reply to a comment that a GAPA is in the process of relocating?
But why does it do that? And isn’t it lucky that now we’ve got more space for nesting comments?
Have we got more space? Why didn’t I notice that? And where was the original comment in the first place?
Original comment: what else but Robert’s SSSS?
So did FantasyFan reply to Robert’s comment originally?
Oh, wait — did you mean the comment that went astray? How would I know, since Robert was the one moderating? (Forgive me if that sounded sarcastic, will you?)
Actually, see number 96 up there? Notice how there’s no comment 96.1? Can you imagine the current comment 97.4 posted there by mistake?
Uh, no? Am I hopelessly confuddled?
Could we change the subject? It’s really not very interesting, you know?
Haven’t you noticed that such discussions become more interesting to those who can’t make sense of them?
Why do you think so many people enjoy Paker?
I thought I did, but don’t you think that this way works equally well? Might it not even be better, because of all the questions it provokes?
And isn’t it amazing how quickly we ran smack into the wall?
How ironic is it that it happened in a discussion partly about extra space for nested comments?
Ironic? Or inevitable?
Is it possible to be both at the same time?
Does anyone else have the indescribable urge to go through the thread and like all the questions on it? Wouldn’t it be rather cool if they were a solid wall of pink?
On second thought, wouldn’t that be pretty terrifying instead? GAPAs, why did the highlighter color have to be the same color as them?
Am I posting too much on this thread? Do I even care? Isn’t this the most perfect and fun way to spend 2am in the morning?
Did you think the color was by coincidence?
Is it part of some plot to keep Musers from liking posts more than 9 times?
If that’s the case, then why are there so many pink posts?
Miscalculation?
Simultaneous liking?
Evil, rebellious urges to aid the HPBs?
Is there anything inherently evil about rebellious urges to aid the HPBs?
What sort of confusion could possibly lead you to ask this question?
Is questioning our basic axioms wrong when there’s no logical proof for them?
Do you think I shouldn’t have done just what you described?
Is everybody else going to do that now?
Am I a good example of what everyone else is going to do?
Do you want to be?
Why did I just do it? And why do I find the idea of a wall of pink incredibly appealing?
Isn’t this a great experiment about the powers of suggestion on the human mind?
Maths Lover–have the HPBs taken over you mind? Or have they subtly brainwashed to be attracted to the color pink? Do you think that it’s possible that they’re trying to get us to like as many comments as possible to bring down Museblog or something?
Who doesn’t find it appealing?
A wall of pink would scare people though, would it not? Wouldn’t the pink wondery highlightedness explode in a collision of questionary brilliance?
Isn’t that what the HPBs are trying to do?
Or is it?
Do you know that I just went through this thread and liked everyt single question?
Are the highlights more purple-y for anyone else?
Can anyone really know what the highlights are like for anyone else? Can anyone really know what anything is like for anyone else?
Do philosophical questions ever make sense?
Why shouldn’t they?
If something does not make sense, then what is it’s point?
(Does anyone else find it ironic that I’m arguing the opposite of my normal viewpoint?
Perhaps its point is to confuse people?
Why should they?
Why haven’t we invented mind reading yet?
Does anybody else wonder if they are seeing the same things as other people? Obviously we are seeing similar things, right? But perhaps the viewpoint is comepletely different from person to person, for example, say that two people are looking down on top of the empire state building and for one the ground is warping because the person is scared of hights, but the other can see everything but not too well because en is just not inclined to pay attention to all the people swarming like miniature bug-like figures on the streets of New York City-but are they actually phisically seeing different things just because of a psycological effect (and not even their brains?!) ? Why don’t I stop now before I start to get going even more? Why am I so tired even though it’s only eleven o’clock? And did this comment make any sense at all?
Is anyone else looking in awe and possibly a little bit of fear at how pink the thread is right now? Isn’t the power of all these Musers working together to like the questions inspiring?
Isn’t it a little bit sad that this might end when a new SSSS thread is created?
Even if we were to concede that this magentification is good, would more of it necessarily be better?
Don’t you think that the uniqueness of this thread is what makes it special?
Why has no one posted a non-question since Pseudonym’s comment? No one has posted a non-question since Pseudonym’s non-question.
Except for me.
Now I think I would like to write an SSSS.
GAPAs meet the Beatles
8) RC: Look, everyone, Paul’s invented a time machine!
8) RS: I thought Paul was a time machine.
8) P: Well, now I can bring my comrades along.
8) 8) 8) 8) *get into time machine*
WHIZZZZZZZZZ – clank.
8) RL: This looks like…the sixties.
8) P: Oh, well, then get back in. We’re a few centuries early.
8) RS: No, no, we’re backstage somewhere! This could be…interesting!
8) RC: What’s that I hear?
8) 8) 8) 8) *listen*
8) RL: This sounds familiar!
8) R’s: *singing* Well she was just seventeen! You know what I mean!
8) RC: This is a Beatles show! And this song is…
8) RL: The finale!
8) P: Watch out! Here they come…!
To be continued
It must run in the family.
I can’t wait to see what the Beatles look like.
I was so confused at first – thought Paul was McCartney and RS was Ringo Starr.
Does anyone else have the indescribable urge to go through the thread and like all the questions on it? Wouldn’t it be rather cool if they were a solid wall of pink?
Now everyone has to go and “like” everything until it reaches ten!
OHEMGEORGE, is anyone else reveling in the very pinkness of the essence of the thread right now?
(Jake) so what’s up with you?
(Kat) i am sad
(Jake) why are you sad?
(Kat) because an evil wizard cast a spell on me
Jake i…i don’t believe in curses and wizards
Kat now every time the moon comes out i will turn into a pink bunny
Jake b-but i-i don’t b-believe you…
Kat the moon is coming out now! quick! escape now!
Jake
Kat-Bunny oh-no!
Jake LOOK! out of the sky! it’s… it’s… A WIZARD!
Kat SHREEK Growll grrOWF!
Wizard god work my minion! we shall take the captive away to my dungeon
Jake NOOO! help please! noooooo! *is whisked away by wizard*
a little while later…
Jake *is tied up on floor of dungeon*
Wizard ha ha you will never escape!
Kat *is in animal cage*
Jake *unties himself*
Kat *turns back into human* whew! that was close! now we must kill the wizard
Jake i know what’ll kill him! *picks up bucket of water*
Wizard grr! you have escaped! now you must die!
Jake *throws water*
Wizard NOOOOOOO! im meltiiiing!!!
Kat *falls on ground*
Jake Kat!
Kat my curse is gone now! you have saved me and killed the wizard horray!
Jake YAAAY YAAAY YAAAY YAAAY!
THE END!!!
May I direct you to the most recent SSSS thread.