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08-01-2005, 14:19
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Japaica and the three Moderators
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Once upon a time, there were three big bad Mods. The biggest of the big bad mods was called [violet], the middle sized big bad mod was called Hacky, and the smallest Big Bad mod was called Myrth, who smelt like rotten eggs, and had a funny nose. There was also the hot mod, Stephistan, who falls into this story in absolutely no way, but she was still the hot mod… if you went for that kind. Anyway, One day, the Three Big Bad Mods, [Violet], Hacky, and Myrth woke up early. Big bad mod [violet] made a lot of porridge and distributed it to all three big Bad Mods. Big Bad Mod [Violet] tried her Porridge.
“Ugh!” She said. “This porridge is to Hot!”
“Ugh!” said Hacky. “My porridge is also to Hot!”
Myrth did not say anything due to the fact that he had fainted from his own Body Odour and was at that time lying crumpled on the floor not breathing.
Because of the heat of the Porridge, after [violet] had managed to do modem-to-modem resuscitation on Myrth, they went for a walk through the evil forest, better known as the general forum on a regular patrol.
While they were gone, Japaica came across the big bad Mod House. He walked in the door.
“Pheyou!” cried Japaica in disgust of the smell around the house. “It smells like Mod Suck up”
Japaica continued on:
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He came to the three bowls of porridge sitting on the table. He tried the Big bowl of porridge.
“OMGWTFBBQ!!1!!1” he cried as the porridge was too hot
He then tried the medium sized bowl of porridge
“OMGWTFBBQ!!1!!1” he cried as the porridge was too cold
He then moved onto the third, smallest bowl, which was situated in a glass room with an airlock
“OMGWTFBBQ!!1!!1” he cried as the room smelt too much to even enter
As he was feeling considerably nauseous from entering the room with third bowl of porridge, he decided to go and sit down.
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He tried the biggest chair:
“AHHHHH!H!HH!HH!H!H!H!HH!H!H” he cried as he was promptly electrocuted for attempting to pretend to be the all powerful, big bad mod [violet]
He then moved onto the second chair
“AHHHHH!H!HH!HH!H!H!H!HH!H!H” he cried as he was promptly incinerated and thrown into a giant pool of Lava for attempting to pass off as Game moderator
He then moved to the third chair, the small one:
“AHHHHH!H!HH!HH!H!H!H!HH!H!H” he cried as he was promptly smothered by the smell as he sunk down into it. He barely managed to escape the grasp of the chair by grabbing a rotting iguana corpse in a hope for fresh air.
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He then moved upstairs to the bedroom. He came to the first bed
“huh?” he questioned as and jumped on it and landed in a Black hole before reappearing in the same room 20 seconds earlier, as the identity of the Big Bad Mod [violet] was still unknown.
He moved onto the second Bed
“Huh?” he questioned as and jumped on it was bounced back out of the house through the window due to the invincibility of the Big Evil Mod Hacky.
He ran back up into the house and up the stairs, and jumped onto the third bed.
“hu…” he started questioning as he jumped on it and was promptly suffocated by the stench of the bed.
After Japaica was lying unconscious on the bed for several minutes, the three big bad Mods came back to their house with a new round of skulls from flamers and spammers.
“Hmmm, I’m hungry!” Growled Big Bad Mod [Violet]
“Me to” Growled Hacky patting his 14th puppet scalp of MJ666
“ACHOO!” sneezed Myrth as he was allergic to spam and had got some up his nose in the general forum walkthrough.
They came up to the table.
“Somebody has been Eating MY cereal!” Growled Big bad Mod [Violet] as she observed the obvious signs that somebody had been burnt and had dunked there head in the jug of water in the middle of the table
“Somebody has been Eating MY cereal!” Growled Big bad Mod Hacky as he observed the obvious signs that somebody had been cold-burnt and had dunked there head in the oven in the middle of the table which was common practise in Modslair.
“Somebody hasn’t being eating my cereal!” Observe red Myrth as he noticed the vomit near the airlock in the glass room.
They then proceeded to their chairs.
“Somebody has been sitting in MY chair!” Growled Big Bad mod [Violet] as she noticed the low charge of the chairs battery
“Somebody has been sitting in MY chair!” Growled Big Bad mod Hacky as he noticed the absence of fuel for the incinerator.
“Somebody has been sitting in MY chair!” Growled Big Bad mod Myrth as he noticed the clean air around his chair of the smell of the long dead Iguana.
They then proceeded upstairs to the bedroom.
“Somebody has been sleeping in MY bed!” Growled Big Bad mod [Violet] as she noticed the absence of life, the universe and everything in the proximity of her bed.
“Somebody has been sleeping in MY bed!” Growled Big Bad mod Hacky as he noticed the broken window and the tightness of his bed…
“Some poor soul is still sleeping in MY bed!” cried Big Bad mod Myrth as he noticed the shrivelled pile of Japaica in his bed.
“Poor person” muttered Hacky
“Smells like a spammer…. And somebody didn’t get up to go to the toilet last night Myrth” said [Violet]
“Sorry” said Myrth apologetically
“Get me the grabbing stick” said Hacky
After Myrth Fetched the grabbing stick for Hacky, he went to the moon, and retrieved the body of the spammer from Myrth’s bed
As Hacky prodded Japaica he abruptly woke up, and tried to run. He was promptly deated 17 times and IP banned from Nationstates :)
THE END!
The moral of this story: Japaica got pwned ;)
Publication 1 of Myrth Bashing fairy tales :P
[The views or ideaologies presented in this fairytail may or may not be the accurate or inaccurate idaeologies or revulsions of the authoror the non authors. If serious blood clots occur in your brain whilst trying to work out the meaning of this fairytale, or this disclaimer, please see a doctor, or failing a doctor, a pshycotic street lunatic.
It is still unkown if anyne knows or does not know how bad or not bad Myrth does or does not smell. It is known though, that soon after this fairytale, his nose was redone by a plastic surgeon. Unfortunatly. They stuffed up. :( ]
http://www.nationstates.net/images/salusasecondus2.jpg
Japaica and the three Moderators
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/time_lapse/mods1.jpg
Once upon a time, there were three big bad Mods. The biggest of the big bad mods was called [violet], the middle sized big bad mod was called Hacky, and the smallest Big Bad mod was called Myrth, who smelt like rotten eggs, and had a funny nose. There was also the hot mod, Stephistan, who falls into this story in absolutely no way, but she was still the hot mod… if you went for that kind. Anyway, One day, the Three Big Bad Mods, [Violet], Hacky, and Myrth woke up early. Big bad mod [violet] made a lot of porridge and distributed it to all three big Bad Mods. Big Bad Mod [Violet] tried her Porridge.
“Ugh!” She said. “This porridge is to Hot!”
“Ugh!” said Hacky. “My porridge is also to Hot!”
Myrth did not say anything due to the fact that he had fainted from his own Body Odour and was at that time lying crumpled on the floor not breathing.
Because of the heat of the Porridge, after [violet] had managed to do modem-to-modem resuscitation on Myrth, they went for a walk through the evil forest, better known as the general forum on a regular patrol.
While they were gone, Japaica came across the big bad Mod House. He walked in the door.
“Pheyou!” cried Japaica in disgust of the smell around the house. “It smells like Mod Suck up”
Japaica continued on:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/time_lapse/mods2.jpg
He came to the three bowls of porridge sitting on the table. He tried the Big bowl of porridge.
“OMGWTFBBQ!!1!!1” he cried as the porridge was too hot
He then tried the medium sized bowl of porridge
“OMGWTFBBQ!!1!!1” he cried as the porridge was too cold
He then moved onto the third, smallest bowl, which was situated in a glass room with an airlock
“OMGWTFBBQ!!1!!1” he cried as the room smelt too much to even enter
As he was feeling considerably nauseous from entering the room with third bowl of porridge, he decided to go and sit down.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/time_lapse/mod3.jpg
He tried the biggest chair:
“AHHHHH!H!HH!HH!H!H!H!HH!H!H” he cried as he was promptly electrocuted for attempting to pretend to be the all powerful, big bad mod [violet]
He then moved onto the second chair
“AHHHHH!H!HH!HH!H!H!H!HH!H!H” he cried as he was promptly incinerated and thrown into a giant pool of Lava for attempting to pass off as Game moderator
He then moved to the third chair, the small one:
“AHHHHH!H!HH!HH!H!H!H!HH!H!H” he cried as he was promptly smothered by the smell as he sunk down into it. He barely managed to escape the grasp of the chair by grabbing a rotting iguana corpse in a hope for fresh air.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/time_lapse/mods4.jpg
He then moved upstairs to the bedroom. He came to the first bed
“huh?” he questioned as and jumped on it and landed in a Black hole before reappearing in the same room 20 seconds earlier, as the identity of the Big Bad Mod [violet] was still unknown.
He moved onto the second Bed
“Huh?” he questioned as and jumped on it was bounced back out of the house through the window due to the invincibility of the Big Evil Mod Hacky.
He ran back up into the house and up the stairs, and jumped onto the third bed.
“hu…” he started questioning as he jumped on it and was promptly suffocated by the stench of the bed.
After Japaica was lying unconscious on the bed for several minutes, the three big bad Mods came back to their house with a new round of skulls from flamers and spammers.
“Hmmm, I’m hungry!” Growled Big Bad Mod [Violet]
“Me to” Growled Hacky patting his 14th puppet scalp of MJ666
“ACHOO!” sneezed Myrth as he was allergic to spam and had got some up his nose in the general forum walkthrough.
They came up to the table.
“Somebody has been Eating MY cereal!” Growled Big bad Mod [Violet] as she observed the obvious signs that somebody had been burnt and had dunked there head in the jug of water in the middle of the table
“Somebody has been Eating MY cereal!” Growled Big bad Mod Hacky as he observed the obvious signs that somebody had been cold-burnt and had dunked there head in the oven in the middle of the table which was common practise in Modslair.
“Somebody hasn’t being eating my cereal!” Observe red Myrth as he noticed the vomit near the airlock in the glass room.
They then proceeded to their chairs.
“Somebody has been sitting in MY chair!” Growled Big Bad mod [Violet] as she noticed the low charge of the chairs battery
“Somebody has been sitting in MY chair!” Growled Big Bad mod Hacky as he noticed the absence of fuel for the incinerator.
“Somebody has been sitting in MY chair!” Growled Big Bad mod Myrth as he noticed the clean air around his chair of the smell of the long dead Iguana.
They then proceeded upstairs to the bedroom.
“Somebody has been sleeping in MY bed!” Growled Big Bad mod [Violet] as she noticed the absence of life, the universe and everything in the proximity of her bed.
“Somebody has been sleeping in MY bed!” Growled Big Bad mod Hacky as he noticed the broken window and the tightness of his bed…
“Some poor soul is still sleeping in MY bed!” cried Big Bad mod Myrth as he noticed the shrivelled pile of Japaica in his bed.
“Poor person” muttered Hacky
“Smells like a spammer…. And somebody didn’t get up to go to the toilet last night Myrth” said [Violet]
“Sorry” said Myrth apologetically
“Get me the grabbing stick” said Hacky
After Myrth Fetched the grabbing stick for Hacky, he went to the moon, and retrieved the body of the spammer from Myrth’s bed
As Hacky prodded Japaica he abruptly woke up, and tried to run. He was promptly deated 17 times and IP banned from Nationstates :)
THE END!
The moral of this story: Japaica got pwned ;)
Publication 1 of Myrth Bashing fairy tales :P
[The views or ideaologies presented in this fairytail may or may not be the accurate or inaccurate idaeologies or revulsions of the authoror the non authors. If serious blood clots occur in your brain whilst trying to work out the meaning of this fairytale, or this disclaimer, please see a doctor, or failing a doctor, a pshycotic street lunatic.
It is still unkown if anyne knows or does not know how bad or not bad Myrth does or does not smell. It is known though, that soon after this fairytale, his nose was redone by a plastic surgeon. Unfortunatly. They stuffed up. :( ]
http://www.nationstates.net/images/salusasecondus2.jpg