No one expects

vicious_kind — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 22:06:44 GMT

The Spanish Inquisition!

Our chief weapon is fear and purple sugar.

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BTW

Candace_the_Bibliophile — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 22:25:51 GMT

VK... I've infiltrated that mansion of Supers across the way. I dare not post at Preenies any more as it seems they're planning to launch an attack of octopus-feline-human hybrids against clowns.

What exactly did you say to ZED at the Games?

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Excuse me

vicious_kind — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 22:37:38 GMT

Does anyone want this head? I think someone just left it, laying on the floor.

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Inaugural Address

thundermouse — Thu, 27 Jul 2006 21:58:17 GMT

<<The avaition hall of the superfold has been drasticaly remodeled. What used to be a dusty assortment of mundane aircraft and other projectiles in the east wing has, like a butterfly waking in it's silken sleepingbag, transformed into a thing of not moderate wonder. The ivory marble floors, stretching for miles gleam and glow in opaline brilliance. The walls are heavily curtained in rich romanian velvet, lush and whispeery, its' mauve folds generously embracing the floor. Chandeliers of unusual brilliance hang by the hundreds softly illuminating the room, highlighting an enormas towering dias and upon the dias sits mouses' tank, gleaming under the luminaries.
At the base of the dias, and in truth packed like sardines all the way to the cloaked walls are hundreds upon thousands of screaming and cheering souls. The din is palpable and heady and miraculously stifiled by the volumious curtains. A deep gong sounds and the turret of the tank slowly opens. Mouse steps out and stands astrid the main cannon as the crowd goes even wilder.>>

MY PEOPLE

<<At this the crowd surges up in an enormous shrieking morass, one woman actually tearing off her own head in her excitement.>>

I STAND BEFORE YOU TODAY CHOSEN BY THE MASSES, TO PLEDGE MY SOUL AND SERVICE TO YOU.

I PLEDGE TO YOU A TIME OF DYNAMIC RENAISSANCE. A TIME OF HONOR, BRAVERY, A TIME OF LEMON POPPYSEED SCONES.

RIGHTS WILL BE WRONGED AND WRONGS MISCONSTRUED THE WORD OF CHAOS WILL BE SPOKEN HITHER AND THITHER.

FROM THIS ROOM, MY COMMAND CENTRAL I WILL BE WITH YOU EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY. TELEKINETIC TRANSPONDERS HAVE ALREADY BEEN IMPLANTED WHILE YOU LAY GENTLY SLEEPING LAST NIGHT. WITH THESE "FRIENDS" IT WILL BE POSSIBLE FOR TWO WAY INTERRACTION WITH ME, OR ONE OF MY APPOINTED MINIONS AT ANYTIME OF THE DAY OR NIGHT.

ALL YOUR HOPES CARES AND WORRIES WILL BE ANTICIPATED AND EITHER BRUTALLY SQUASHED OR CATERED TO DEPENDING ON MY MOOD.

PREPARE YOURSELVES NOW, MY PEOPLE, TO JUMP HIGHER, FLY FASTER, GIVE MORE THAN EVER BEFORE, MOSTLY IN AN EFFORT TO CURRY MY FAVOR.

A NEW ERA HAS BEGUN

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOULS.

<< With a bow Mouse decends once again into the tank as the crowd, once cheering, now dead silent disperses quickly, running, as if for their lives>>

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Holy Cwap!

Mominator — Fri, 28 Jul 2006 01:06:58 GMT

Well, whither the Commandantrix goes, so goes the Super Poodle Guard Dog, whether in dog guise, bellydancer, Fairy godmother, or Deserted Island Diva.
Such is my life, I go where the action is.

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No one expects

BTW

Excuse me

Inaugural Address

Holy Cwap!

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