Spamfest 2005

[edyzmedieval]

Just like Beirut's Spamathon....

Spam this thread. Keep it open for 10 hours. After 10, the mods can close it.

Thank you.

[Templar Knight]

hello

[Drisos]

why is this allowed?

[/spam]

[war4ever!]

I don't know

[Drisos]

[spam]me neither, but I like it..[/spam]

[Drisos]

you know... I want that avatar which gets available at 2000 posts...

[/spam]

[war4ever!]

Ok that's fine... I'll like it too

[Big_John]

let's see if this works..



is the thread closed yet?

[Big_John]

drats.. let's tr this one..

[The Stranger]

http://www.applelinc.org/pictures/greg.jpg

yall meet GREG aka Craterus

[Craterus]

GAH! Revealed!

Not really, does that dude seriously look 15 years old?

[Big_John]

gimli help me!

[Craterus]

Gimli's tomb (similar to Balin's)

[Craterus]

Ouch, I got beat a bit there

[Craterus]

And the Jnr. Spammer has arrived...

[Monk]

And so it came to pass that Monk returned to the Frontroom after many long hours locked away in his own personally dungeon. Groaning in slight pain and frustration he curled his eyes around the room, noticing...spam... So much spam! Screaming in terror Monk turned to run, only to trip on a drunken spammer and falling with an amazing speed to the floor.

"+1! +1! omg +1!!" shouted the spammer. Monk lay motionless, blinking in astonishment he didn't see that person there. With a heavy hearted sigh he found his feet again and stood silently. Yet now was the time for vengeance on the spammer who tripped him, making him look like a fool. Yes it was the spammers fault.. yeah that's it! His hand strayed to his side for his mod stick... but alas! It had been taken away. a wave of surprise and horror took the Assistant mod before he flopped to the ground. Whimpering in defeat.

"I want my moddy," he sniffled. "so much spam...". His voice flared with anger as the Monk cried aloud "So much spam!"

An empty bottle flew from the darkness, cutting a path though the wind and finding a place on the Monk's head. Shattering upon impact and knocking him cold. There, hidden in the shadows BKS sat waiting, his time was close. Yet that damn Monk's rambling had thrown off his thoughts about how he'd close the topic both cleverly and effectively...

[jimmyM]

Ahhahahah! Gimli, you are dead!! deaD AS zAPPA!

[jimmyM]

phhhht, jnr. ...Just seems one glance at the word "spam" and I lose all control of the caps-lock...

[The Stranger]

http://home.tiscali.nl/heikamp/images/Rode%20Bril.jpg

baby greg

[Craterus]

phhhht, juniour. Just seems one glance at the word "spam" and I lose all control of the caps-lock...

Was referring to Taurus as Jnr. Spammer. You can be baby spammer.

http://home.tiscali.nl/heikamp/images/Rode%20Bril.jpg

baby greg

KInda looks like me as a baby, shame it's not, but the resemblance is uncanny.

[The Stranger]

how bout bastingstoke...tell me bout it...

[Taurus]

+1

[Craterus]

I'll take the prize (?) for longest post in this thread...

[jimmyM]

D'you think when your regime of spam has been toppled and the knives (and axes) are out you will have anywhere to hide??

[Craterus]

I could use "Invisible Mode"! Maybe that will save me!

[Big_John]

hmm.. maybe i'm using the wrong kind of axe?