Calling on: Ransac
- Thread starter Killer Joe
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Nightstalkers
Guest
Oooh!
*pounces on Mooseman and steals his shovel*
*pounces on Mooseman and steals his shovel*
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DarthFerret
Guest
DarthFerret uses the force to animate the shovel out of the hands of Nightstalkers, and starts flinging goblins and thier turds at everyone, one of which flies a straight shot at the hiding Oversoul!
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Nightstalkers
Guest
*walks forward and bumps into DarthFerret, knocking him down and immobilizing him as the helmet suspends him upside down*
Killer Joe
New member
*KJ looks up in the air and see's the falling Orggs with their breech cloths flying open and says, "Oy-vey! I see they are Jewish orggs"* 
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Nightstalkers
Guest
Ahem!
In any city, in any country, go to any law firm or solicitor's office in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the Copyright". A look of frustration and indignation will cross the secretary's face, as you have interrupted her lunch break, but you will then be taken to an office on the 2nd floor. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building, next to the stationary closet. All you will hear is the sound of lawyers chatting next to some not too distant water cooler. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "Don't stop talking on account of me. I'm not listening to your conversations anyway" If you still hear silence, Just turn around and leave. They're a bunch of stuck up, self important *******s anyway. Head off home, make yourself a mug of hot chocolate, and go to bed. In the morning you will have had a wonderful sleep.
If the voices in the corridor comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the office all you will see is a tastefully furnished workspace with a person behind a desk, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. A novelty paperweight. The person will only respond to one question. What copyrights have I infringed?
The lawyer will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifiying attention to legal detail. Many go mad in that very office, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object sitting on the desk, partly obscured by a mass of paperwork. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do you will forsee future events, but they will be clouded by legal jargon.
The lawyer will politely ask you to leave. He has an appointment with his masseuse.
That object is article 17-A of 2538. They will come together in a court of law and be used as evidence againt you on the 23rd of October, 2007. It is your choice whether to turn up.
In any city, in any country, go to any law firm or solicitor's office in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the Copyright". A look of frustration and indignation will cross the secretary's face, as you have interrupted her lunch break, but you will then be taken to an office on the 2nd floor. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building, next to the stationary closet. All you will hear is the sound of lawyers chatting next to some not too distant water cooler. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "Don't stop talking on account of me. I'm not listening to your conversations anyway" If you still hear silence, Just turn around and leave. They're a bunch of stuck up, self important *******s anyway. Head off home, make yourself a mug of hot chocolate, and go to bed. In the morning you will have had a wonderful sleep.
If the voices in the corridor comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the office all you will see is a tastefully furnished workspace with a person behind a desk, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. A novelty paperweight. The person will only respond to one question. What copyrights have I infringed?
The lawyer will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifiying attention to legal detail. Many go mad in that very office, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object sitting on the desk, partly obscured by a mass of paperwork. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do you will forsee future events, but they will be clouded by legal jargon.
The lawyer will politely ask you to leave. He has an appointment with his masseuse.
That object is article 17-A of 2538. They will come together in a court of law and be used as evidence againt you on the 23rd of October, 2007. It is your choice whether to turn up.