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| Author | Topic: BoS's One Month Anniversary Party!!! |
| Imran Siddiqui |
posted 12-09-98 02:06 AM ET  
Welcome, Welcome, Come one in. Have some NIMburgers. The BoSBeer is here as well. Come on, have some fun, party is on us!! Imran Siddiqui |
| SnowFire |
posted 12-09-98 02:48 AM ET
NIMburgers? Excellent! I haven't had them in ages! Nothing like rocking around the clock while doing physics and college apps... I need some caffeine. Imran if you haven't noticed already, I'm sallying forth for the SMAC cause at the CTP forums. |
| SnowFire |
posted 12-09-98 02:50 AM ET
Okay, now that I check my mail, I notice that you noticed that I noticed the grave errors in logic the CTP heathens were using. Yes, it's late at night... Sigh. I need another NIMburger. |
| Hothram Upravda |
posted 12-09-98 02:52 AM ET
Good! Something to take my mind off Collage Football... God wish the demo would hurry up i really need something else to do besides worry about my team  .Hothram Upravda |
| DJ RRebel |
posted 12-09-98 05:08 PM ET
As the entire BoS crew gather at this month anniversary pic-nic, they all turn to the sky in amasement !!! In the sky, are what appear to be negative fireworks ... but on a much more massive scale, inwards spiralling light so bright that they almost have to turn away, the brightnesses diminish into nothingness over the span of just a few seconds !!! DJ RRebel emerges from his top secret research complex and hands top officials a report, shakes hands, grabs a few NIMberger and downs a NIMBeer and then returns to his work !!! ********** TOP SECRET *********** Hello fellow BoSers, enclosed is our first tech update, please respond ASAP, as it stands, I wish you all a happy anniversary !!!
The progress made in the month of 2100.01 has been increadible, with the help of the 8th Faction, our reseach has achieved a level unpresidented in human history !!! What you saw today, were not fireworks, in effect, they were tests for one of our secret projects !!! Project: DHIG (Dark Hole Implosion Generator) We have found a way to create, project and control microscopic dark holes, the detail are classified, but the results are conclusive as demonstrated today. We have found our ultimate weapon !!! Unfortunately, this weapon does come at a price, the "ingrediants" needed to generate these anomalies are extremely rare, and require great resourses to create !!! Also, they are currently very unpredictable and unstable, something at witch we continue to work upon !!! We thank you for your understanding, and require a tactical report from your end listing our most pressing needs, where are our current battle being fought ??? In the air, on the ground in space ??? I need these details to know where to prioritise our new armaments !!! *********** END TRANSCRIPT *********** |
| Yo_Yo_Yo_Hey |
posted 12-09-98 05:12 PM ET
DJ, re-post that in the BoS thread. This is the party thread, & we'll all be too drunk to remember what it said by morning! Mmm, NIMburger. Have you got the bretzels in yet?? (YYYH starts mocking "Pretty fly(for a white guy, by singing, "All the girlies say I'm pretty bald, for a FAT guy!") Your faithful & hell-bent NIMadier general |
| Imran Siddiqui |
posted 12-09-98 05:19 PM ET
Hey don't forget about the NIM dogs, and the singing by the NIMettes. Peer and Bretzels are here as well. Enjoy! Imran Siddiqui |
| Talon |
posted 12-09-98 05:39 PM ET
Hey where is the entertainment *wink,wink*? (Talon grabs a NImburger and 2 Nimdogs) This should occupy me for awhile. -Talon |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-09-98 06:03 PM ET
We're sorry, but a certain member of the populace has slaughtered your 'entertainment,' due to her extreme dislike of certain activities, especially the ones that you mentioned. Aura: Dirty little tramps... (Aura wipes some bloood off of her hands.) |
| Talon |
posted 12-09-98 06:45 PM ET
Oh darn it. You mean the Clowns can't make it? Now where am I supposed to get those baloon animals? What is CWAL coming to these days? -Talon |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-09-98 06:54 PM ET
Aura: Clowns... Those things are horrid... They aren't even CLOSE to being human. Light: Psychological fears, I'm afraid. She hates them with a vengeance. |
| Imran Siddiqui |
posted 12-09-98 08:24 PM ET
Hmm, killing NIMettes? That's impossible, NIMettes are invincivible, protected by NIM. Anyway, for trying to kill them: Aura gets picked up by Imran and placed on a conveniently located meathook (how do these meathooks always pop up for me  ). OK, pinata time. I have the lightsaber, who got the bat.(muffled "Ow"s are heard from 2 miles away as Aura is beaten by BoS guards for attempted murder.) Imran Siddiqui |
| jfrazier |
posted 12-09-98 08:56 PM ET
Ok, Ginger you go over to that table; Barbra go to that table, girls, girls, girls, see what you can turn up. I will go over here and sit with the Pres. (He looks a little green from all the empty BoSBeer). Are you ok, Mr. Pres? After a passing few minutes, and some help to stand, the Pres begins his speech, in full dress uniform of course. After what seemed like hours, He sat back down and began to eat a pretzel. The party resumes with Ginger and Barbra serving the Pres another BoSBeer. What a party! Says General Jeff. Gravy train has come the BoS way! Life is grand! Million plus troops at our fingertips. Top tech taken care of by the great DJ. Heres to my allies and friends!!!!! Happy anniversary!! Jeff, General |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-09-98 09:57 PM ET
Anarchy? What Anarchy? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (The crowds press in on all sides. Cries of pain echo through the hall and sprays of blood pour onto the floor. Dozens of snapping sounds are heard as bones are broken. Random crashes fill the air. Aura dives through the chaos, ignoring minor hits on her side as she sights her goal. Her hand reaches forward... Success! Her hand closes on the object, and she turns and runs from the scene of the battle.) Random person: Get her! She can't get away! That's OURS! Aura: Never! This dress is MINE! I got to it first! (Aura dives down a flight of stairs as several other shoppers dive at her, bags of shoes raised. She stuffs the dress into her bag as she runs merrily along the foyer of the mall, a rampaging horde behind her. The mall's doors slam shut behind her, holding back the horde as she dashes towards the HQ.) [BoS HQ] Imran: Okay now, let's see what you've caught... Looks like that CWAL woman... (The bruised woman before him glares at him.) Aura: You have the wrong geneticly engineered identical twin, you idiot! Imran: Umm... Oops. Aura: Of course, I'll have to take revenge for this. Imran: HA! You're alone and unarmed, and chained up! (The woman raises her hands and snaps the chains with ease. Her eyes flash red, and a nearby soldier evaporates in a puff of flame. Her wounds close.) Imran: Oh, poopity. EMERGENCY! (The woman smashes him across the face. She then leaps out a window. Talon runs in.) Talon: Imran, I heard a bunch of crashes and a meaty thud that sounded like a jaw beeing broken! Are you okay? Imran: Am I okay? NO, you idiot! Do I LOOK okay to you? Talon: Well your nose is covered in blood, your jaw is dislocated, and your teeth are half-knocked out, but otherwise, yes, sir, you do. Imran: Idiots... I'm surrounded by idiots... [CWAL HV HQ] Aura: Ah... Dress is good... Dress is bliss... Freerunner: Is she actually meditating in that? Fjorxc: That's Aura for you. Now, where's that blasted elf? We have a plan to carry out, and he hasn't been here for days! (At that moment, the windows explode in, followed by dozens of small, furry, heavily armed forms.) Fjorxc: We're under attack! Run away! *CRASH* Freerunner: Forksy, you're supposed to run out the *door,* not the window. Fjorxc: Owies... Laeryn: You really have to learn patience, Forks. (The elf lounges by the staircase, surrounded by rabbits. However, these rabbits seem different. perhaps it is the large supply of carrot missile launchers, lettuce grenades, and heavy machine guns that makes them seem odd.) Commander Snuggles: The 666th Elite Rabbit Infantry are reporting for duty, sir! Satan's Hoppers are ready to go! Fjorxc: But... Snuggles, weren't the rest fo them killed by the squirrels? Laeryn: That's where I come in. You see, I recently used a spell called "Summon Cheap Fodder Creature." At the same time, a freak portal to the afterlife was opened. So, the rabbits were pulled through, and they're all set to fight. We have fodder now, it seems. Fjorxc: Oh, this is good timing. Come along, people. We have a party to crash. [BoS Party Hall] Snowfire: Ah, Imran, this is a great party. Lots of food, lots of drink, and plenty of Civ II. Imran: Yes. Too bad Firaxis is still working on SMAC... (Barely heard evil laughter drifts through the air. They look around in consternation.) Imran: Okay... (Ominous music plays.) Imran: Okay, that's it! Find that orchestra! I HATE that orchestra! (The curtain on a nearby stage is pulled back. The orchestra is quickly obliterated. There is much rejoicing.) Snowfire: Hey, sir, we're detecting a large horde of rabbits coming this way. Imran: They're rabbits. What of them? (The entire wall is eliminated by a barrage of carrot missiles.) Commander Snuggles: All right, you snot-nosed wimps! CHARGE! (Lettuce grenades arc through the panicked party members. Tables explode under heavy machine gun fire. Imran looks around, panicked.) Talon: Sir, I think we may be under attack! (Imran smacks him.) Imran: Make yourself useful, man! Fight, or do SOMETHING! Don't just stand and gawk! (Talon runs off and starts doing an ancient, tribal dance as missiles land everywhere around him.) Imran: (shocked) What the *BLEEP* are you doing, you *BLEEP*ing idiot?! Talon: You said to do something. I'm doing the Zumteeng, an very little known dance, at least, to people outside of the Zaheelu tribe. Imran: Aren't you supposed to be smart? Talon: Am I, sir? Imran: Oi... (looks around) What happened to those rabbits? Snowfire: They ran off as soon as they had razed the kitchen. They burned our food, sir! Imran: NOOOOO!!!!!! Not the food! ANYTHING but the food! Snowfire: I'm sorry, sir. The burgers are nothing but ash. Imran: AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!! [CWAL HV HQ] Snuggles: Mission accomplished, sir. Fjorxc: Excellent. Did the mission objectives pan out? Snuggles: Tehy suffered no casualties, btu we trashed almost all of their food and drink, and their party hall's back wall is a smoking crater. Dave the demo expert: Yeah! I blew that sucker up REAL good! Laeryn: So, am I useful now? Fjorxc: Maybe. If you can conjure up some snackes for us, then we'll be all set. (Assorted foods appear on the table.) Fjorxc: Excellent. The End Happy Anniversary, BoSers. Rest assured, by the time the rabbits got to the party, most of you were already stuffed to the brim with food and drink. No rabbits were harmed in the making of this story. |
| Imran Siddiqui |
posted 12-09-98 10:41 PM ET
Imran: So, what happened, where's CWAL? Talon: CWAL? What? What are you talking about sir? Imran: Wasn't CWAL just here, messing up the party and taking Aura from her impenitrable chains? Talon: No, you must have had too many NIMbeers, sir. Imran: Oh, OK, I was just about to nuke CWAL if that were the case. Talon: What?! I mean..yeah, CWAL attacked us, we should nuke them. Imran: What do you mean? There is nothing bad going on here, just a rancorous party. Talon: Damn! Oh well, we'll get CWAL another day. Guards! Beat the Aura chick some more. Imran: Wait! That is enough, release her, and bring her here. Talon: But, sir... Imran: Shhh.. Imran straps Aura to a rocket booster and lauches it. From the path it is going it looks like it hits a ship in space. Suddenly reports from the Planet Oz tell of a ship called the Phoenix crash landing, with a man named Freerunner yelling SOS. Imran Siddiqui |
| Yo_Yo_Yo_Hey |
posted 12-09-98 10:51 PM ET
(YYYH wakes up in a large pile of garbage, wondering where the past 5 hours have gone. He finds several bottles of Absolut near him, & a party going on in the chapel hall) YYYH: What? Why is there lettuce on the floor?? Imran: That's from my burger! YYYH: NIMburger?? Imran: YES! YYYH: MMMM NIMburgers, pass me one! Imran: One whopper for the cop-per!!! (YYYH grabs a NIMburger in between two buns after Imran threw it at him) YYYH: Thanks man! (YYYH stumbles into a dark corner & cleans his military uniform, because people were looking at him funny, & several people with hats labelled, 'CWAL press', were taking pictures of him.) Talon: Hey!! What's up YYYH!!! YYYH: Your cholestoral fatty!! (The crowd starts laughing) YYYH: Just kidding Talon!! Talon: Yeah, yeah whatever..... (Talon wanders off into a corner, in shame) (YYYH then impreses the crowd with his accurate BAR shooting from across the chapel.) Your faithful & hell-bent NIMadier general, |
| Talon |
posted 12-10-98 05:20 PM ET
(In the Corner) Talon  ammit! Why am I always the scapegoat?Major Briggs:Uh...who are you talking to? Talon: Nobody, just myself. Briggs: Do you want some BoSbeer? Talon:Sorry don't touch that stuff. Plus I'm underage. Briggs:cigar? Talon:Umm... I don't smoke either. Go enjoy yourself. I'll stay here in self pity Briggs:uh... Okay! Talon: Stupid YYYH thinks he's better than me only because he's leader for the whole army and can drink. Talon:What the hell? nolaT:hey truce,truce man. Talon: What do you want? nolaT:I want to join the BoS Talon: No way! YYYH'll never allow it! nolaT:Why? Talon:Umm... hello? You joined with HHHY in the SoB? nolaT Talon:Fine but if you screw up you're dead. nolaT:Great! What can I be? Talon:For now you are are ensign on the Raptor, nolaT. Now lets go back to the party. |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-10-98 05:44 PM ET
Oh, dear. Imran seems to not have realized who he had actually caught. The normal Aura is a member of CWAL, and isn't likely to get caught by anything. Now, the Aura that you captured is a genetic dupluicate of Aura; however, she possesses much increased strength and more powerful natural abilities, includoing a couple of nasty ones that I ahven't revealed yet that account for her ability to laugh at being imprisoned by, well, just about anything. |
| Imran Siddiqui |
posted 12-10-98 05:53 PM ET
I see Dark Light underestimates the power of NIM. That will be your last mistake. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Imran Siddiqui |
| Talon |
posted 12-10-98 06:00 PM ET
Oh crap! Aura's here! (Talon and nolaT run outside to Talon's covieniently placed, heavily modified F-22) Talon ave, let's go! Dave:Roger that sir nolaT: Why are we running? Talon:Remember that Denny's I blew up? nolaT:no Talon:Well anyway it had her whole wardrobe inside and i blew it all to pieces. nolaT:So it's only some dresses. What's so bad about that? Talon |
| Talon |
posted 12-10-98 06:00 PM ET
Damn those smileys to hell! |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-10-98 06:04 PM ET
Talon, if you want to keep out the smileys, just put a space after the colon, or you could just stop starting sentences with D's and O's. I'm also glad you noticed that little continuity thing. I'm happy now. Imran, I don't usually nderestimate things. I just haven't told you exactly what happened to those chains. Snap is only an approximation of what really happened; I'd fill you in, but that would spoil the story. |
| Talon |
posted 12-10-98 06:11 PM ET
Uhh... Thanks DarkLight. I could've sworn that I did put a space in between the colon and the D's. It's a conspiracy I tell you! (some men dressed in white grab Talon and drag him in the direction of the BoS HQ) MIW:Too many BoSbeers for you Talon:But I didn't have any! MIW: Sure, that's what they all say. |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-10-98 06:38 PM ET
Ah! The MIW are here in Hunt Valley, too?! Note to self: Eliminate them. |
| Yo_Yo_Yo_Hey |
posted 12-10-98 08:43 PM ET
I sense a crappy Will Smith song coming on.... ===== YYYH: Damn, the party's over. What should we do now K'nownothing? Colonel K'nownothing: Feed my family. They live in a box. YYYH: There's no time! We must goto Hunt Valley before CWAL kills everyone! K'nownothing: Umm, sir, we've killed more people there than anyone! YYYH: Shutup! Enough outta you! Get the army mobilized. K'nownothing: Yeah yeah *mumbling* you old jerk-off. YYYH: WHAT!?!?! K'nownothing: Huh? Oh nothing. (YYYH mounts his horse & rides towards Hunt Valley to command his armies) Your faithful & hell-bent NIMadier general, your faithful 7 nimadier general, |
| DarkLight |
posted 12-10-98 09:10 PM ET
Here come the Men in White... Sanity defenders... Here come the Men In White.. They won't let you remember... There you go, YYYH. Happy to oblige. |
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