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ooc: I have no such qualms...Muahaha! Prepare for Neos!
ic: Tano: *looks thoughtfully at her sword* Well...I guess you need to cool off a bit more. *puts down sword* So in the meantime, I'll make...stuff. Huh. Random Elf: Hey, check out this box of junk we picked up. Can you make anything out of it? Tano: Yeah, why not? *paws through box, which is a mix of fake fur, beads, and other items of forgotten third grade crafts projects* Hmmmm....*pulls out a handful of stuff* Let's see. If I stick this here, and that there, and these two things shoved in the middle...huh. Not too bad. I kinda like it. Random Elf: Awwwww! It's so CUTE! Tano: I shall give it a name! Neo, for new, as I have just created it...and pet...because it oughtn't to ever be one. Random Elf: But I WANT it! Tano: Absolutely not. *sets it on her special work desk, then picks up longsword* Now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do. Random Elf: *watches Tano go* Hmmm....well, I like it. *swipes Neopet* *And thus the unrest began....as the Random Elf showed the Neopet to all his friends, and each began to want it for his or her own.....* ooc: Hhahahahahaha..... 
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06-06-2003, 02:54 PM
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Enting
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Location: in a treee, by the seeee, he he heee!
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*All the beings in Valinor decided to bhave a big happy party and they threw out big happy invitations made of fluttery silky stuff.*
GG: *plucks a fluttering invitation from the air* Oooooooo! look a big happy party! Yay! Melkor: *perks ears* Party!? *evil/manic/delighted grin (a wierd combination)* *Melkor, however, was too buysy doing evil and causing unrest to go to te party* Melkor: *indignant* Says who? *but even if he did have time, evil people do not go to big happy parties-* Melkor: *shakily* but...but..*whine* that's not fair! *-besides the fact that he was not invited* Melkor: *enraged* WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!? *resolves to ruin the big happy party and steel silmarils in one swipe* GG: *skips and sings in ignorant bliss* i'm going to a happy party! yay!
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06-06-2003, 03:15 PM
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Alcoholic Villain-Fancying Elf Pirate
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But. . .before this. . .Feanor got into a big fight with his little brother. Neither of them, by the time it turned to swords and whatnot and they were pulled apart, could remember why they were fighting. Feanor stuck his tongue out at Fingolfin. Feanor was taken away to calm down a bit. His wife looked on in despair.
ooc: gods, i need to re-read the Silmarillion...it would help. *sigh*
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06-09-2003, 02:45 PM
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Enting
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Manwe: VARDA!!! Why did you order Feanor to come to the party!!!??? *agitated sigh* you know how he pushes my buttons *mutters something about rekindled rumors of underwear* I banished him for a reason you know, and now i have to put up with him for a whole day!
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06-10-2003, 01:51 PM
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OOC: This is Willow posting, Katt never logs off of the school computers and I'm too lazy to log on under my name.
*and so they all partied under the light of the two chocolate trees... But meanwhile Ulrica and Melkor were up to their tricks...* Ulrica: *sneaky sneaky sneaky* Melkor: *sneaky sneaky sneaky* Ulrica: Mel! Wait. Before we kill Finwe and steal the sillymarils why don't we cause even more trouble by eating the two chocolate trees. Melkor: Good idea, you are indeed a pillar of evil dear. Ulrica: Thank you, but at the moment I'm just really craving something sweet. *Sweet? Whoever heard of evil with a sweet tooth?* Melkor&Ulrica: shut up narrator. *I will not. Anyway the two villans sucked the chocolate out of the unfortunate trees and the land was plunged into darkness.* Ear: Hey! Who turned out the lights? *But before anyone could answer the gathered elves hear a scream from Formenos* Feanor: The sillymarils! *runs off leaving the rest of the gathering in confusion.*
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06-10-2003, 01:59 PM
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OOC: OK, this is Katt. Creating more evils.
*In a pit under Angband, where no light reaches anyway...* Sauronkatt: MUAH HA HA! I'm creating evil! *Sounds of elves being tourtured* Sauronkatt: MUAH HA HA! I'm creating evil! Even though I think I'm not supposed to make orks yet! *Sounds of glass breaking.* Sauronkatt: MUAH HA HA! I'm creating evil! Even though I think I'm not supposed to make orks yet! And there is no electricty to plug my pink flamingo lights of evilness into! *Sounds of weaving wood* Sauronkatt: MUAH HA HA! I'm creating evil! Even though I think I'm not supposed to make orks yet! And there is no electricty to plug my pink flamingo lights of evilness into! And my finger traps will trap them all! But wait, there is evilness in this world that is not mine. Since I am not in the plotline, I will begin my own quest to STEAL THE NEOPETS!
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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06-10-2003, 02:09 PM
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Feanor, seeing the Sillymarils being gone, runs outside to chase after Melkor and Ulrica. He goes to the Valar to beg for help.
Feanor: Manwe! Varda! He hath stolen all that is precious to me! My very life, my life's best work, they are gone, stolen by that monster! Help me gain them back! Manwe: *whispers to Varda* Did he have to be invited? Varda: Hush, dear. Feanor, uh, they just destroyed our trees. No more chocolate. The light and silliness and chocolate of the trees is in your Sillymarils. We will attempt to gain them back to use them to attempt to restore the trees. Feanor: No! They are mine! You are just as bad! Melkor is one of your kind, is he not? You are all the same! Manwe: Oh, really, now, Feanor. Grow up, will you? Feanor: I cannot bear this suffering! I shall be the first of our kind to perish, in these lands, for I cannot bear to see my life's works thus taken from me! Manwe: My, aren't you melodramatic? Mandos: Thou shalt not be the first. Even now I can feel...Finwe your father has been killed by Melkor. Feanor: NOOoooo!!!!!!!! *falls to the ground in agony*
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06-10-2003, 02:27 PM
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Join Date: Apr 2002
Location: Texas. 'Nuff said.
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*Meanwhile, Feanor's sons were bored out of their minds.*
Claedhros: *Walking along* Hum.... am bored. Suliel: *Mysteriously pops up from nowhere* Why hello, Maedhros! Claedhros: GACK!!! Who are you? Suliel: Huh? You look like Maedhros... but, you're a girl! Claedhros: I'm confused as you are. I don't remember you... OOC: Since you created Suliel, EG, YOU explain what's with Suliel.
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06-10-2003, 02:31 PM
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OOC: Oh, sorry. Um. Suliel (who eventually becomes Eruviel Greenleaf, Captain of the Nal) is really just here for fun, but, well, she's and Maedhros are supposed to be "together" but if Maedhros is a girl that might change things a bit. Hmm. I'll just pick a different son of Feanor
 Suliel: Oh, sorry, Claedhros! I was...fne, I think I drank too much wine. Want to go hunting? Is Maglor going to be around? Do you know where he is? Maglor: I'm here, Suliel. Suliel: OH! hi! *gets all flirty* Maglor: *becomes equally flirty* Claedhros: *sighs* I think I'll just go over to the party then...heh... Suliel and Maglor disappear off into the woods together. We don't ask. 
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06-10-2003, 02:35 PM
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*Meanwhile, back in Valinor, after Feanor rushed off there was general chaos and confuzzlement*
GG: *stating the obvious* hey! I can't see! Human: *restating the obvoious* neither can i. Tano: *undaunted* could you please pass the chocolate platter? No not those ones, the ones shaped like little- *ahem! there was general chaos and confuzzlement* all: AHHHHHH!!!! where'dthelightsgoican'tseehelp!Theblackness shallconsumeuswhere'smyflashlighttheyhaven'tbeenin ventedyetoh,shutup! random loud elf: IT'S GOING TO KILL US ALL!!!! *pause* ALL: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!*resume chaotic yelling* Melkor and Ulrcia: Mwahahahah! Mwahahahaha! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tano: *running through the panicked crowd* chaos!!! *rubs hands together gleefully* heeeheeeheeheee Disorder! Unrest!!!! heeheehehehee! GG: what'er you doning? Tano: what does it look like? I'm geting high off of chaos! CHAOS! Heeeheeehe... Manwe: *standing on a table with one foot in the pudding and the other on a broken bottle of wine* SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!! *all fall silent exept for the few who keep rambling on until they notice that everyone else is quiet and then they too eventually shut up* Manwe: *ignoring her* Do not panic! we are prepared for this sort of thing! *hands out nifty glasses that give night vision* these shall have to do until we can provide some proper light. Do not worry, we have a plan. We have everything under controll! *aside to other Valar* so what's the plan?
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06-10-2003, 06:01 PM
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The Chocoholic Sea Elf Administrator
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OOC: Psst GG, the sillymarils are already stolen. So I can't go to convince Feänor to hand them over. Could you edit your post?
*Meanwhile back in Alqualondë. In the dark.* Eärniel: It sure is dark.... Olwë: Yes. Eärniel: I can't see anything. Not a thing. Olwë: You don't say. Eärniel: I wonder whether I should sing a lament for the Trees. *Sound of somebody gasping for breath and a thud* Eärniel: Olwë? What are you doing? Olwë: I.. just experienced a freak gravitational pull. Yes. Er... maybe we should forget that lament. After all they were only chocolate Trees, and that loss isn't even as bad as your singing. Er... I meant of course... Eärniel: *doesn't hear him trying to apologise* Chocolate.... *lip quivers* CHOCOLATE!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! AIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! *Back in Valinor* Varda: *covers ears* My Eru, what is that aweful noice? Is Melkor trying another trick of his? Tano: Er.... No, I think that's Eärniel wailing after realising the destroyed Trees were made of chocolate.
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06-10-2003, 07:54 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2002
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OOC: Who's Fingolfin and sons & daughter
Fingolfin & Finarfin: *crying* Daddy! Firod and bros/sis/fingolfin's kids: Grandpa! |
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06-10-2003, 08:12 PM
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*While the lights were out, Sauronkatt crept up behind Tano and reached into her back pocket...*
Tano: Oy! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Katt? Katt: But you can't see me! It's too dark! Tano: We got night vision goggles, remember? Katt: Oh. Yeah. Right. Tano: OY MELKOR! ISN'T THIS YOUR MINION? Melkor: Sauron, what are you doing here? You don't show up for another age almost. Katt: Tano has evilness and I wants it! Melkor: No. Go back to your pit. And I don't want to find you making biscuts. Katt: But-- Melkor: No but's miss, back you go. Katt: *Sulk sulk* Melkor: Thank you Tano. You know how trying minions can be these days. But anyway-- MUAH HA HA!! OOC: Letters, and words. Do you realize how cool they are? Woah! I'm freaking out! So many combinations! The letters and words running together to form comprehendable phrases! I CAN"T TAKE IT!!
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06-10-2003, 09:37 PM
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Join Date: May 2002
Location: Searching desperately for a swan boat to take to Valinor
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Im Back!
Flashback Voice in the Air: Hey Fingolfin, get out of here! *Fingolfin is deposited in an alternate universe* Fingoliana:Hey everyone! *sees Feanor/EG* Fingoliana:I'm getting tired of you nagging me, so here.*gives Feanor a Get Out Of Jail Free card* End Flashback Fingoliana leans down to the moaning Feanor and whispers:Psst.Hey.Arnt there lines youve got to say? Feanor:How did you no that? Fingoliana:cuz i read the Sim.
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06-11-2003, 02:30 AM
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Eccentric Chocolate Crow
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Tano: See, Katt, if you want to be evil you have to sign this contract, and this one...and this one here, signing your soul over--and this one, right here.
Katt: Since when did you become supreme evil boss of the world? Tano: Since I am Senior Techie God of Doom and Underworld Evilness! *holds out black gaffer tape* Katt: Oh no. Tano: Oh, yes. But here. I suppose we can share. ooc: Yes. I am evil senior techie god. We teched at graduation, which makes me a techie (which I already was) and now I am a senior, and of course I am a goddess...or god, whichever.
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06-11-2003, 02:42 PM
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Enting
Join Date: Nov 2002
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OCC: ach! you see what happened was that i was posting and while i was three other people posted so the storey progressed without my knowledge and i posted stuff that did not work because other stuff had already...oh well you get the point. i'll fix it
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06-11-2003, 06:00 PM
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Katt: Sure! I'll sign it! But, there is, um, a little problem.
Tano: What? Katt: An ensie weenie teeny problem. Tano: And it is? Katt: An ensie weenie teeny little baby problem. Tano: I understand that part. Katt: An ensie weenie teeny little baby probably-not-even-worth-mentioning problem. Tano: Katt... Katt: An ensie weenie teeny little baby probably-not-- Tano: KATT! Katt: Yes? Tano: What is the problem. Katt: Well, CoughIalreadysoldmysoletoMelkorcough Tano: You what? Katt: I already sold my sole to Melkor. That really isn't a problem, is it? Tano: Grone!
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How to Survive the Sillmarillion I thought that Alcohol was just for those with nothing else to do. I thought that drinking just to get drunk was a waste of precious booze. But now I know that there's a time and there's a place where I can choose To walk the fine line between self control and self abuse. "Lacerations make complications, but welts go away in a day." |
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06-11-2003, 08:42 PM
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OloriGirl: *fiddles with night-vision goggles* Manwe! My goggles don't fit!
Manwe: *deep in political conversation with Varda* OloriGirl: *sigh* Nobody likes me and I'm not in the story until the end! *whimper* *sob*
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06-13-2003, 12:32 AM
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(Meanwhile Maggie is still trying to figure out how she's supposed to get anything accomplished as a cloud of Urple stuff. Her musings are interrupted as Ulrica and Melkor, returning from their crime stop to have an argument right below her.)
Ulrica: Ha! We completely cruched the spirits of those stupid elves! Now Melkor, honey, you're going to give me the shiny jewels aren't you? Melkor: Uh, yeah. *he takes out some shiny, but tackey jewelry pieces and hands them to her* Here, the fruits of our labor. Ulrica: *getting angry* What? Are you blind? these aren't the right ones. GIVE ME THE SILLYMARILS!!!!! Melkor: No! I stole them! They're mine! *she tries to take them by force* Melkor: Balrogs!!!!!!!!! Attaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!! *The balrogs come to Melkor's aid and shrieking with rage Ulrica flees. The danger averted Melkor calms down and all but one of the balrogs depart. The last checks to see that no one but Melkor is around and suddenly changes into what is unmistakably a man* Melkor: Ah, Mr. Nelson, once again your genius inventions have helped me. Mr.Nelson: It was no trouble. I come from a place it is the duty of people like me to give technological aid to the goverments of developing nations like yours. Obvious traitors like that women are not to be tolerated in the ideal realm. *Melkor does not understand a word of this futureistic talk, but Maggie, recognizing Mr. Nelson as the man the Human and Katt had warned them about decides to continue to eavedrop on their conversation. They continue talking about Mr. Nelson's plans for large machine operated weapons while she tries desperately to think of a useful body for later as being a cloud of urple stuff will not help her gather information, unfortunately she thought too hard and found herself suddenly back in Willow's body. She hangs in the air above the two for a moment before gravity does its work and she lands hard on the ground between the two villans.* Willow: Heh, heh... oops? Mr. Nelson: Who in hell are you? Willow: Erm... no one, really. I'm a random faerie that just appeared out of thin air and will dissapear in a moment. Just a figment of your imagination really. *She closes her eyes and attempts to de-body herself and dissapear, it doesn't work and the world jolts as Melkor lifts her up off the ground till they are face to face* Melkor: You're a spy aren't you? You're too small for a true elf, I'll bet they made you as some sort of experiment and decided to keep you for spy work didn't they. Willow: Um.. no not really. Mr. Nelson: It doesn't really matter what you are, you must have overheard what we were talking about. Willow: Well, maybe, but I didn't understand a word of it. Mr. Nelson: My lord, surely you can tell that she's far too dangerous to let go. Melkor: *shrugs* It doesn't matter to me one way or another, if you what the thing as a prisoner, take it. Mr. Nelson: Yes, I think I would, I want to see how much she knows, and to find out what she is, I've never seen anything like this creature before. Willow: *quietly* Uh, oh...
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06-17-2003, 05:32 PM
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The Chocoholic Sea Elf Administrator
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*Meanwhile Eärniel is tired of staring at the darkness and decides to go to Fëanor to get a nice shiny lamp. Well that's the official story, in reality, Olwë threw her out of Alqualondë because her wailing gave him ruptured ear-drums.*
Eärniel: Will you stop yapping about my voice already? *Why? It's my job to narrate.* Eärniel: Then stick to the official version. *Whatever.* Eärniel: *reaches Fëanor's home and pushes the open door further open* Knock, knock? EG: Go away. Eärniel: Well I would but I don't see a thing and I'll bump into things. EG: Then how did you get here in the first place? Eärniel: A plothole, I think. But I was wondering whether you hadn't got one of those shiny feanorean lamps left to lend me. EG: *aggitated* Why is it that everybody always wants something of me?! They want my sillymarils, they want my position in my father's court, they want lamps, they want this, they want that.... Eärniel: Well..... EG: Excuse me, I wasn't done ranting. Eärniel: Oh, sorry. Do continue. EG: And now my sillymarils are stolen, my dad's run through and Tano's freaking neopets are all over the place! *violently kicks neopet out of the way* Eärniel: *shivers as the unfortunate neopet sails through the air and hits the wall with a thud and a squeak* Woa, I think you need some anger management classes.... EG: What?! Eärniel: Aaaah don't kill me! *cowers* I mean, wouldn't it be a nice revenge on Melkor when you made enough lamps to light Valinor again? That would seriously make Melkor very pissed. Incidentally you can start by giving a tiny lamp to me just so I... EG: Revenge.....? Eärniel: Yes, sort of. I mean you want to get back at the slimy lowlife jewelthief, don't you? EG: *grins disturbingly* Yes... I will have my revenge. I will burn down half of Middle-earth if that's what it takes to get my sillymarils back! Eärniel: No, wait! That's not what I meant! EG: *storms off to convince the Noldor to track down Melkor* Eärniel: *watches EG storm off angrily* Oh bugrit. They'll be saying it's all my fault for sure. Miriam: Incidentally it IS your fault... Eärniel: Miriam? Is that you? I forgot all about you. Miriam: Yes. Especially since Finwë dumped me for someone else. When I'm done with him, all he'll ever be able to say will be 'gollum'. Eärniel: That's some nice foreshadowing. But we better go warn the Valar that Fëanor is up to no good. *Miriam agrees and the two quickly head back to the Valar. Unfortunately it's dark and they don't see anything and bump into a lot of things. So it was that Fëanor reached his city first and started to rouse the Noldor before Eärniel or Miriam could alert the Valar.* OOC: I'll leave the speech to you EG.
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