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Eryk Davis Ester Member July 28, 2002 01:41 PM
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Ahhh, you can keep destroying the universe if you want to, Lashie. And half the fun of the game is people throwing out weird tangents, and then trying to get back to the main storyline.
This is a lot of fun. And thanks for the reminder that Esther Rolle and I are different characters. Maybe I'll actually get to be in the story now!!!
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Leap Year Lass Member July 28, 2002 03:59 PM
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Well, that clears that up, Lash-ums, as I don't have time-powers either. It's all a case of mistaken identity! Besides I am unaffiliated. Well, except for my union (look for the union L-Y-L, tee-hee!) and of course I get triple overtime out of season.
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(At this exact moment, in a parallel pocket universe)
...which happened to be the same one Captain Lightbulb is from, a previously-unknown other survivor (reminder: CLB was supposed to be the sole survivor of this universe that he couldn't save) emerged from hiding. This survivor, Universe-Restorer Lass, was protected by when the rest of the universe was destroyed.
"At last!" she shouted triumphantly. "I finally have a chance to use my power! About damn time!"
So concentrating with all her might, she used her power. But nothing happened.
"Oh no! My power doesn't work!" she cried and started sobbing uncontrollably. Then, she pulled out her goldfish aquarium and drowned herself.
About 10 minutes later, her universe blinked back into existence. Sad Lad, Universe-Restorer Lass's boyfriend, found her.
"Alas," he lamented, "she must've thought she had failed to save us. She didn't know it would take a few minutes! Oh, woe!"
Then, he too drowned himself in her goldfish aquarium.
Thus, this parallel pocket universe was saved...which did absolutely NOTHING to help our heroes!!!
BUT...somewhere outside time was Parallax (a.k.a. Hal Jordan/Spectre/Donna Troy/Foodmaker Kid/Jar Jar Binx) who had a reset button..........
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I have to be sure no one else is in the office when I read this thread. I have burst into laughter several times. This is the only thread I have actually saved off on my computer. Hey, did anyone like my song about ampersands? I now have to come up with a ditty about origami parakeets.
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Parallax chuckled, as he lightly stroked the reset button with a fingertip. He had discovered this ancient tool some time ago. Its creator's identity was completely forgotten, but the weapon had been fought over repeatedly and had had more owners than anyone could remember. Parallax idly wondered if he had invented the weapon, because he had found the instructions pamphlet in a pocket in his cape. That was the problem with being a near-omnipotent composite and reincarnated being with the memories of various other lives competing for attention. Was it Hal Jordan, Donna Troy or Jar-Jar Binks who had built the weapon? He stroked the button again, and decided it did not matter.
He had almost decided to press the button. So many mistakes would be erased, so many lost chances would return and so many bitter and unhappy memories would simply disappear. The burden of guilt would ease and his heart might beat freely again. He checked the instructions pamphlet one more time, and pressed the button.
A tiny box appeared on the screen, telling him there was an error and there was no space available on the C drive, and suggesting options. He pressed one, but it did not help. A badly-drawn caricature of a paperclip appeared and suggested more options. He tried to make the paperclip thing vanish, but that called up the original error message. He pressed the universe reset button again, but that just took him back into the loop.
In a secret fortress at the end of space and time, no-one can hear you scream in frustration...
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... but the same is also true of a packed pub on a Saturday night. Which is where Lucien Lad had got to (I can't remember if he'd gone missing or not but he has now). He, BBSeahorse and Looks That Kill Lad had got bored with all the other shenanigans after the shopping trip and so had decided to hit the bars instead and try and find something more... stimulating. All seemed to be going well without sight of any suddenly appearing beds, giant toilets or exploding universes when suddenly...
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ooh, I'm so embaressed. I didn't get the joke with his name at all. I was really puzzled until I read it again. And me, renowned for making a double entendre out of almost anything. I feel so ashamed.
*end interlude*
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