Assigned to Mordor Planning/Discussion Thread

[Encaitare]

Incidentally, I meant scientific glassware.

Curses, I chose the wrong definition. I'll go back and make it a delightful, handpainted piece of scientific glassware. :rolleyes:

[Celuien]

Save filled in and Panakeia is on her way to Mount Doom. However, my Internet access is sketchy at the moment, so I might not be able to return until tomorrow to continue the journey.

Durelin - if I return before your next post, may Panakeia offer Valde a ride? I'm sure she would welcome the company. Bert is annoying her at the moment with all this right-left-right business. ;)

And that was an absolutely hilarious post, Encai!

[littlemanpoet]

posts 61 - 80
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Anakron tapped her on the shoulder and sneered aristocratically down at her. -Feanor~ 7
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the car began to run smoothly in very unorthodox circles around the parking lot-Feanor~7
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Alli couldn't be certain, but she was pretty sure transmissions were important-Feanor~6
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no wonder there were so many accidents in Mordor, if all you had to do to obtain a licence was roar at an orc.-Guy~7
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his pace quickened and the depressing poetry in his head was playing pinball.-Durelin~6
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He quickly checked himself in the rear view mirror to see that he did not match the interior, and that he had retained his large, brooding eyebrows.-Durelin~7
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Is there a jealous lover involved, by any chance?”

“We could produce one for you, perhaps.”

“Please do.”-Durelin~7
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“It was the spare tire you were supposed to take with you, sir…”-Durelin~7
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"Listen to me, Mardil," said Anakron, turning Mardil's head with his staff and looking him in the eye. "The rescue was either the right thing to do or the wrong thing to do. If it was wrong, then you were lacking in wisdom when you rescued Alli. If it was right, then you are lacking in nobility when you say you might not have rescued someone else."-phantom~10 .... not for hilarity, but Wow! :eek:
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"10." Panakeia had just finished lugging the last of her spare tires into her lime green PT Cruiser.-Celuien~9 Heck I don't know why that just cracked me up when there's so much good stuff here. Go figure. *LMP shrugs*
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"Dhoun't thouth the my cwow phone," he scolded. "You have to weaw it for the weality tv thyow or we canh't hwer whath you're saywing." -Celuien~8
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"Dhis is Bert, your kamuwa twoll. He'll wide whith you an' woll the film."-Celuien~9 I swear, there must be something deadpan about the way you write, Celuien. Just cracks me up.
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the precariously dangling transmission.-Feanor~7
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"That I'm pregnant with Valde Who Be Short? Of course."-Feanor~7
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I'm supposed to be telling Valde live on the air that not only is the child not his, but it's also a figment of my imagination.-Feanor~8
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the flutists have pianist envy.-Feanor~10 ... on the :eek: scale
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Horrified at her seemingly wanton destruction Sai tried to reattach it, but was stopped by the orc who was smiling broadly. Well, she assumed he was smiling, though it did look more like he was about to cough up a hairball, or very possibly an entire cat.-Kath~8
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she was quite pleased with the fingernails she developed-Kath~7
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The car jerked backwards, knocking the crew away and bumping into the kamura van behind it with an audible and destructive sounding crunch.-Kath~8
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Lifting her feet off all the pedals had something of a slowing effect, but she was saved from the need to to anything else by the handily placed bin bags that had been haphazardly thrown around the place but had ended up on the swerving route she was taking. Whatever they had in them was strong enough to withstand the impact of the large car and she skidded to a halt.-Kath~6 Lor' help us all!
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As soon as they entered, an overweight man who reeked of cigarette smoke greeted them. "Hello! Hello, my friends, and welcome to Big Neil’s Steal a Deal, where you can find the best deals on cars of all makes and models.

"Cut the spiel and let's deal, Neil," interrupted Mardil.-phantom~6
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"Oh, be quiet, you nitwit," Wilhelmina sniped back.-Guy~7
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Fléin twisted the key in the ignition. The car fired up.

Just then, smog descended upon them.-Guy~7
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Hookbill groaned and spoke, flinching away from the kamura-man's (conveniently a doctor also) touch. "It was... Màrîo." And then he fainted and [even more conveniently] had no more lines in this adventure.-Feanor~7
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"Just to your left through the clothing section." The greeter stared as Panakeia's transformation completed. What bad manners, staring at me like that, she thought. -Celuien~7
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the Dworc-Guy~8
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"Troll? Stupid? How dare you fling such sterotypical insults at me," howled Bert.-Celuien~7
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She just hoped that no one who saw the programme had ever been able to stomach Shakespeare or the old fairy tales!-Kath~6
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Her tears weren’t entirely fake, as she was having to bite her cheek hard to keep her laughter in check.-Kath~6
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Just as she thought she was going to have to start making up some ridiculous story about fairy godmothers and the like-Kath~7
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Feanor: 72
Guy: 60
Durelin: 53
phantom: 16
Encaitare: 13
Celuien: 63
Kath: 48

Okay, these totals carry over from last time to make up for my laziness.

Hmmmm.... I think the cumulatives have to do with frequency of posting.... which is its own reward, i'n'it? ;)

Celuien wins for me for sheer hilarity.

But that's just page 2, not including filled-in saves, such as this apparently hilarious Enca post I still have to read....

[littlemanpoet]

I changed "Kling Klong" to Rôgû. Just so you know.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Um... is this


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Grishnahk ordered his orcs to haul the elven prisoner to the top of the tower. Drawing his blade as the horde of rescuers charged the tower, Grishnahk thought to himself, "Will i get in trouble for making this thread?"
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"What about their legs? They dont need those!"- Grishnakh, Captain of the Dark Tower

supposed to be on the game thread?

If so, the game is getting more random than I'd expected. Not a bad thing, just a confusing one.

[the phantom]

I'm working on a post now. I don't have time to do everything I want to do, so expect more from me tomorrow night even if no one else has posted.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I await it eagerly.

[Encaitare]

GRRRRRR.... I just lost a post... it was almost done... :mad:

*hates computer*

Replaced with a Save; I really have to go to bed now but I'll rewrite it tomorrow at lunch or something...

[the phantom]

Bleh. I really have to get going now.

I got us up to the pick-up-Alli stage, but don't worry- tomorrow night I have lots of time and I will make a lengthy, detailed post that will handle lmp's curveballs, get us a little ways towards Mount Doom, set up the verbal battle between Mardil and Alli, and also inject the story with a bit of silliness.

We have until Thursday afternoon to reach Mount Doom, and I promise I will set things up so that you two (Fea and Kath) can write us there by the deadline. And even if you can't, I plan on being around Thursday afternoon and so I will be available to finish things off if you need me.

Anyway, like I said, I'll have a whopper post coming tomorrow night.

Fea, if you have some ideas for lines you want Alli to say during the fight, type them up and pm me. If you give me enough material and some general attitudes you want expressed and specific reactions you want Alli to have to certain things, then I can go ahead and write a rough draft for the argument and pm it to you. If you like it, then I will go ahead and toss it up along with my big post.

-the phantom

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I've just posted up the rest of the trip from Alli's perspective: unconscious and having some interesting dreams. What will Mardil think when he hears what she has to say without the benefit of knowing what she's talking about?! :eek:

TP, I'll PM you her general feelings as of now. You're perceptive and you've got a good idea of Alli already. I'll give you a few ideas and let you run with it. Then yeah, send me the draft before you post and I'll give it the thumbs up or the "Add this here and then *insert thumbs up*".

[piosenniel]

Please - no off topic posts to the Game thread

lmp, I'm posting your off topic post here on the discussion thread:

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Official Off-topic Post

I stick out my little finger when drinking any kind of beverage. Its a natural reaction to lifting a beverage-holder in Britain. We Brits have a very slight difference in our blood to the rest of the world's population, completely isolated in our little fingers. It generates a force against most kinds of drink, particularly tea (there is currently a major study being undertaken to discover why) which pushes the finger away from the drink.

Interesting eh?

On another note, why is cheekiness associated with Brits? Anyone have any ideas?

end official off-topic post.

unbeknownst courtesy of Eomer of the Rohirrim

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[piosenniel]

Please ignore the Trolls when they post to the Game or Discussion Thread. Don't feed their egos.

The Admins will take care of them.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

[Encaitare]

Save filled. :)

[Durelin]

Celuien - Really? That would be spiffy. :D

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Please ignore the Trolls when they post to the Game or Discussion Thread. Don't feed their egos.

The Admins will take care of them.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio
Wasn't sure if it was another official one. Since I'm pretty sure off-topic posting had been sent to Mordor. Just wanted to make sure.

[littlemanpoet]

Apparently I should have checked with you ahead of time, Pio. See, off-topic posts were one of the things assigned to Mordor. So I'd been planning on that for quite some time. But if we may not do it that way, then there's another way: off-top-ic posts are the kind of post sprinkled throughout Mordor that don't have their tops. In other words, they're sign posts but the signs are missing. I guess that'll have to do, unless someone can come up with something better.

[Celuien]

Celuien - Really? That would be spiffy. :D

Okay then. A ride will appear tonight. :)

Apparently I should have checked with you ahead of time, Pio. See, off-topic posts were one of the things assigned to Mordor. So I'd been planning on that for quite some time. But if we may not do it that way, then there's another way: off-top-ic posts are the kind of post sprinkled throughout Mordor that don't have their tops. In other words, they're sign posts but the signs are missing. I guess that'll have to do, unless someone can come up with something better.

Sign posts with missing signs and randomly placed billboards along the highway with bad poetry (http://www.fiftiesweb.com/burma1.htm) or other messages unrelated to driving?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Wow... Celuien, that bad poetry is classic. I just snickered quite a bit.

[piosenniel]

lmp

The "off topic" post has been restored to the game thread. Check your PM's, please.

~*~ Pio :)

[the guy who be short]

And very, very far away, Ulmo was wondering why he had just had a number of cars crying out to him for help. "Must be another bloody pile-up in Lûndûn," he grumbled. "I do hope the tow trucks come this time." He put his blue convertible in Drive, cranked up the Beach Boys, and decided to go see if there were any heroes who might need to be warned about something.I presume this means he's coming to warn us above the Giant Ape Formerly Known As Kling-Klong And Formally Known As Rôgû.

However, seeing as Rôgû is only a few metres away, and Ulmo is on the other side of Middle Earth, his arrival will, logically, be several hours after we encounter the ape.

Thank you all for listening.

Post in the next few hours.

[littlemanpoet]

lmp

The "off topic" post has been restored to the game thread. Check your PM's, please.

~*~ Pio :)
Thanks, Pio. You're the greatest! :)

[the guy who be short]

Ah, Rogu is Roggie. I thought it was King Kong. Last post edited to sort that out.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

*whimper*

Guuuuuuys, balrogs aren't evil! They're misunderstood.

Phantom: when you post, make sure to stop in the vicinity of the scared and hurt balrog (not murderous, you prejudiced Anakron!) so that Alli can sort things out.

If only more people were understanding...

:)

[littlemanpoet]

*whimper*

Guuuuuuys, balrogs aren't evil! They're misunderstood.

Phantom: when you post, make sure to stop in the vicinity of the scared and hurt balrog (not murderous, you prejudiced Anakron!) so that Alli can sort things out.

If only more people were understanding...

:)

Prejudiced? Hardly! Cruel and callous, I'll give you that. But hold it, you, I gave very forceful reasons why Roggie was mad. I never said he was evil, even if I know he is. I knew I could trust you to play your character to the hilt. Onward!
:cool:

[Encaitare]

I presume this means he's coming to warn us above the Giant Ape Formerly Known As Kling-Klong And Formally Known As Rôgû.

However, seeing as Rôgû is only a few metres away, and Ulmo is on the other side of Middle Earth, his arrival will, logically, be several hours after we encounter the ape.

No. It was meant as a bit of complete randomness, especially since Ulmo seems to spend a lot of time doing two things: 1) chilling by himself while the rest of the Valar are doing stuff, and 2) helping out the heroes, like those little chats with Turgon and Tuor about finding Gondolin. In fact, I think since he does so much giving of directions to Gondolin, I'm going to go back and put that in the post. :smokin:

[the phantom]

Okay, I've got a bit more up. Kath- comment on the trip whenever you want.

I'll launch the argument when I wake up.

And if we end up pressed for time and need a miracle to get to Mount Doom on time, I have a miracle up my sleeve. Or actually, up lmp's sleeve. He has already provided it- all we have to do is use it.

So don't worry, we'll get there.

[Kath]

Forgive the stupidity but when is it we have to get to Mount Doom?

[the phantom]

I'm going to use Rôgû now, just to let everyone know.
Forgive the stupidity but when is it we have to get to Mount Doom?
We have to be there in about three hours and 45 minutes.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I'm going to use Rôgû now, just to let everyone know.
Don't do anything foolish or Alli will be very upset. Remember to give me an opening to write Alli fixing the terrorizing-balrog situation.

We have to be there in about three hours and 45 minutes.
In that case, dear boy, do hurry so that we can get our alter-egos into a fight. I'll be around all afternoon... must finish packing, write a five page paper, and study for my psych final. Once you get a post in, I'll post quickly behind it.

[Celuien]

Durelin - Panakeia and Valde are about halfway to Mount Doom, and due for a switch in the driver's seat soon, I think. ;)

Wow... Celuien, that bad poetry is classic. I just snickered quite a bit.

After that endorsement Fea, the signs just had to make an appearance. Mordor just got even more clutter by the side of the road. :D

[the guy who be short]

Thursday, December 15, at 6:00 p.m., ESTLMP's official ending time, which gives us three hours.

So, Encai, I hope you get here in time to get us there. We could, you know, coincidentally end up right next to the resort. Infact... I wouldn't much mind somebody picking us up, interaction seems extremely limited in this RPG. *Looks at Mardil's stunning new automobile* ;)

Incidentally, I didn't make this very clear in the last post, but Mr Swanky isn't dead! The lightning struck the gorilla, as it was higher - Mr Swanky should be alive and well.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

A fight scene. And a joyful reunion. And all sorts of other things, as well as a trip to Mount Doom.

Coming right up.

[the phantom]

If you write about the arrival at Mount Doom, Mardil uses some of his extra cash to buy some ritzy rooms at Mount Doom's best hotel. Alli and Mardil can get into it a bit once they are there, but it doesn't have to be right away. We can argue during the "night", during the dead space between the trials- unless lmp doesn't want us to. And at one point during the journey, Roggie squeezes Mardil a bit too hard and Mardil responds by pricking his hand quite deeply with a knife coated with a slow working laxative that will hit Roggie after they've arrived at their destination. Everyone wonders why Mardil smiles so much after delivering the prick.

[Celuien]

Okay, Durelin, we are at Mount Doom. Please go ahead and redo the trip if you'd like. :)

I have one more post to make to tie up the the traffic violation and hair dye loose ends, but I guess that can fall in the 'night' or at the beginning of the next challenge, depending on how lmp wants it arranged.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

An enormous peg-legged pirate-Balrog stood in the road.
I love it. Tolkien is probably rolling in his grave. Only in ATM does a balrog get cast in a movie with Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. :D

And TP: you can write the check-in scene if you like. I've got too much work to do tonight to add anything.

[Kath]

I can't make a post tonight - out of time. Would someone, Fea or phantom, mind just mentioning Sai's arriving at Mount Doom. I'll do a long post once the next test has begun and get everything in.

[the phantom]

I would've had more things happen and I would've added more details, but some very unexpected emergencies came up today. And actually, I'm not done taking care of them yet, so I won't be able to post a check-in scene until very late tonight- 2 AM or so. But that doesn't matter too much, because Fea put Alli, Sai, and Mardil at Mount Doom, and that's what really matters.

[Encaitare]

Okay, Wilhelmina and Fléin have reached Mount Doom. Later tonight (toNight?) I'll put up a check-in post in which the poor old lady gets to relax a bit.

[littlemanpoet]

You're going to have to have Queen Quon come back to life. No, scratch that. Anakron will have Queen Quon not really be dead, show up at Mount Doom Casino and Resort, and we'll have our own "Monster A Versus Monster B" B Movie script, featuring Roggie and Queen Quon. I'll work it into the next Scenario. Which I have to prepare. If I can do it in one day, we're cool. If not, we'll start in very early January.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

If we end up starting in January, will we have a very prolonged "night"?

If so, will we be able to post? It would give ample opportunity for a bit of interaction between characters, not to mention individual character development. A sort of a Council of Elrond for ATM. You know... a reeeeeeally long break from the action in which you learn all kinds of things about each character. :smokin:

[Encaitare]

You're going to have to have Queen Quon come back to life. No, scratch that. Anakron will have Queen Quon not really be dead, show up at Mount Doom Casino and Resort, and we'll have our own "Monster A Versus Monster B" B Movie script, featuring Roggie and Queen Quon.

Great minds think alike. ;) Sounds pretty sweet.

And since it's rather late and I do actually require sleep to function (despite what I keep telling myself), I think I'll wait till tomorrow to put up another post. In case anyone cares. :rolleyes:

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

In case anyone cares. :rolleyes:
I care. :)

As for me... I'm probably not going to be posting again for a few days. I'm going home today! Yay. Only the roads are horrible due to a precariously timed winter storm, so it's probably going to be an all day trip and then I've got plans once I get there.

See y'all t'morrow or the next day and can't wait to catch up on what I miss.

[littlemanpoet]

Due to circumstances beyond my effective control, we're going to take a break from the "Test" pattern of ATM. From today until January 2, 2006, Anakron will have given the Offending Party "a couple days" off from the Challenge. Feel free to post as often or seldom as you like.

Your characters must remain at Mount Doom Casino and Resort, and vicinity. Here's a geography for your rpging fun:

The great cataclysm of the destruction of the Ring caused the Sea of Nurn to expand westwards, then northwards, such that it now extends between the western mountain range (no books with me so I can't bring up all the names) of Mordor, and the arm that extends northeast before halting, separating "Nurnia" from the desolation of Mount Doom. The Sea of Nurn widens and extends northeastward, coming within 25 miles of Mount Doom on the western side. Between the Sea and Mount Doom lies the new city of Lost Angles, wherein lies Trollywood, the centre of the film industry of Mordor, such as it is. You guys drove in on the east side, even if you thought otherwise. At this northern extremity, the Sea is called the Pathetic Ocean, since it's way too small to be a real ocean, so it got to be said about it, "how pathetic", and the name stuck. So what if it's circular logic? I'm the moderator. nya. :p

That's it for now. Have at it. From time to time I'll add pieces of info such as geography, this, that, and the other t'ing.

So be ready to start back up ON January 3.

Have a happy Christmas!

[Durelin]

*sighs* This is what happens when I have mid-terms right before Christmas break.... Sorry, Celuien.

[Celuien]

*sighs* This is what happens when I have mid-terms right before Christmas break.... Sorry, Celuien.

Why, 'tis nothing to apologize for, I'm sure. We've both arrived safely at Mount Doom, which is what counts. :)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I've just found out (yesterday in the car) that my parents don't think it necessary to have the internet at my house and therefore my access is going to be, severely to a point of I'm just going to say right now "I have no access", limited.

Sorry guys. I'm not going to have more than extremely sparse and extremely limited internet access until the second weekend of January. :(

If somebody could be so kind, have Alli go to her room for the entirety of the trip? If people try to get her to come out, her answers will be short, snippy, and stubborn. She's going to be moping that Mardil had her tranquilized, that he had a knife to her throat, that etcetera, and that she's still attracted to him. Oh, and she's watching a lot of television coverage of the Mario incedent. I'll post if at all possible, but it probably won't be.

[the guy who be short]

Up to P20. 1034 things.

$2 bills
18th November 2005, Fea's psych class
20 year old goody-good 2nd cousin
24 hours in seven day week
25th of October 2005
28 hour shifts that end when there's too much light outside to fall asleep
50 Cent and other rappers that can't really rap and have horrible personalities
6 am flights
60s folk music groups
6th Form
A levels
Aberdeen
Accidentally deleting replies to PMs
ache that comes from flossing after a long hiatus
Aching muscles after a new exercise routine
Active voice
acute paranoia
adjectives used in place of adverbs
adults who do not remember how it is to be young
adults who think moody teenagers care about the difficulties of being a parent
adults who think teens' negative thought are due to hormones and moodiness alone
Adverts
adverts that are noisier than programmes
Adware
after-date paranoia
Ages 20-25
airports
alarm clocks
Alcarillo's teacher
Alexander Pope's works
algebra
All cats, except ones with no claws that can play without biting and come when you call them.
allergic conjunctivitis
allergies and all of their varied symptoms
Alsatians
Alternating sun and rain within a day
American spelling
Ancient Philosophy teacher
annoying English teachers
annoying guys who provide the voiceovers at the end of infomercials and commercials
Annoying people
Anti-Cyclonic Depression (i.e. clouds and general greyness and an absence of any weather, even rain)
Any piercings other then earrings
Anybody who doesn't understand the concept of personal space
Anyone who thinks it's incorrect to make up words
Anyone who thinks not having a significant other lowers your value as a human being
Anyone who thinks that something is wrong with a girl who has no interest in fashion, looking "pretty," marriage, or dating
Anyone who uses more than two acronyms in the same sentence
anything boring
anything that keeps one from playing WW games
AP Physics II
apathetic English teachers
Apathetic teachers
apostrophe mis-users
Aristotle
Art projects involving negative space or still art or soldering
Art teachers
AS levels
Asparagus
ATM thread being longer than ATS
ATMs
attempting to accomplish Orkish havoc characterized as "doing nothing"
attendance office at school with wrong information
attraction to the opposite sex
authors of 'bad-ism' allegories
Axe-murderers (in a soon to be released ATM near you....)
Baby on Board
babysitting
Bad architecture and office rooms full of cubicles that make every worker feel like s/he's a creature in some kind of weird sci fi exhibit
Bad attitudes
bad email software
bad habits
Bad housemates
Bad lawyers
Bad moods
Bad scripts
bad thinking behind banning computer access while allowing long phone calls
bad translations
bad weather
badly designed tests
Bags of candy that come to an end too soon
Balrog Wingers
Banjos
banning of the internet
Bar chords...hardest notes to play on the guitar
Baranthil's town
baseball playoffs
BD breaking
Beans
Because you don't need to
beer commercials that make you thirsty
Being a poor college kid
being bashful around people you know you'll get on excellent with
Being called to do something at the end of the day
Being Forbidden from entering The Barrowdowns
being introverted
Being left at school because answering machine didn't work right
being out of clean clothes
Being peerless on New Year's Eve
Being told you have to do something
Being too ill to walk
being too shy to say what you think or feel
being too sick to flirt (watch out, ATM ladies - 'she was just about to flirt with the cute boy when suddenly she felt sick enough to puke')
Being unable to turn down a good RPG
Biases
'Big Brother' television
Bigots
Biology Lab partner who looks down your blouse
Black Eyed Peas
black flies
black licorice
blades on small hacksaws
blisters from flip-flops
blisters from unbroken argyle flats
blisters from unbroken flip flops
blisters from wearing huge boots
Blow up christmas things
Books that look interesting on the covers but are not inside.
books written by Roald Dahl
boredom
boring days at work
boring English teachers
Bowling machines
Boys
Braces
Brand Snobs
Breast cancer
British spelling
British Telecom
British television miniseries
British transportation system
Britney Spears
budget cuts
bugs
Building renovation
Bullies
Bullies
burning of fossil fuels
bus drills in gym class where they make you jump off the back of the bus
Business accounting such that labour is a liability
Busy trains
busy-work
Cailin's argumentation teacher
Cailin's Medieval Irish project
Cailin's pronunciation teacher
Cailin's vocal coach
Calculus
Campaign electioneering phone calls / adverts
candles that fail to produce enough scent to counter stinky shinguards
canonicity
CAPs lockers
CaptainofDespair (cameo role?)
Casual discrimination, especially from anti-discriminatory bodies / people
Cat litter
Catch 22
'Caucasian' used to categorize or describe white people
Cauliflower
celebrity magazines
Celebuial's college's security guards
Celebuial's dance teacher
Celery
cell phones
Centipedes
chapped lips
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (book & movies)
'chavs'
Checking bulbs are working
chewing gum spat out, covering pavement
Child Molesters.
children who cannot see how much they mean to their parents
Christmas
Christmas adverts
Christmas sweaters with pom-poms
Chronically drunk college kids
cigarette smokers
cigarettes
Cigarettes
Citations
City of Madison
classes where everybody's opinion is different from yours
Classes where homework isn't checked every week
classes you hate but still do well in
classy heels required for business attire
Clogged toilets
Close-minded people
Coke
Cold snaps
cold viruses
colds
college applications
college applications as more important than wreaking Orkish havoc in an RPG
college dorm parties
college placement tests
Collegiate insomnia
comic sans font
commercial breaks, especially long and frequent.
Commercials for weight-loss pills or exercise machines
Commericialised Christmas
Common names
Communists
Commuting for education
computer game which does not let you save your progress whenever you want
Computer problems
computer viruses
computer-monitor induced headaches
Computers that keep breaking down
computers that screw up while using them
Concertgoers who tap out beats half a beat behind the band
Confusing people who do something that means one thing, then tell you something contradictory
Confusing sombody's sexuality
conjunctivitis
Conscience
constipation
'cope'
corsets
country music
Crass commercialism
Creepy teachers
criticism about, not to, a person
Crossovers in fanfiction
crystal clear bad memories
customer service departments that keep you on hold a little bit longer than forever
Customs checks
Cutting red tape
Dandruff
dangling prepositions
Dark circles under eyes
David Cameron
David Davis
days that are too warm for windows to be opened for fresh air
deadlines
Declaring feelings to somebody and them not returning them
democracy
dentists
Department of Motor Vehicles
depression
Deus Ex Machina
diamonds
diarrea (you ATM players are really in for it!)
difference between English and American spelling
Differences in levels of education
Dill
Diplomats
Dirty bathrooms
dirty dishes
disappointment of having asked someone out only to learn that s/he doesn't feel the same way
Discrimination against the stupid
Disgruntlement
Disney
Disputes with long time friends
Distraction
Distraction due to hot guys / girls / food
distributors of speed cameras
dog bites
dog clothes
dogs that bite (mean, nasty, clothes wearing dogs that bite in ATM)
dogs that can't be housebroken
Doing things the right way
door to door sales people
double negatives
Drama Queens
Dread Backspace Button Of Doom ... which works like internet 'back' command
dread from finding a check you thought you mailed to pay a bill
drivers who drive through a flood at top speed
drivers who ignore pedestrians
Drug-addicts.
Dry coughs
Dust
Dying prematurely
early classes
easy driving tests
Easy driving tests!
elastic bands in braces
Email
emergency rooms
employers who send your parent on a business trip on holiday
empty tubes of chap stick
Encai's English teacher
English
English classes
English metric inconsistency
English teachers who don't read Tolkien
English teachers who don't understand English
english-latin mumbojumbo
Eomer of the Rohirrim (cameo role?)
errant pronunciations of the name "Bach"
Esgallhugwen's brother
Esgallhugwen's brother's bird
Essay writers using big words to say simple things
Essays
Ethan frome
Euphemism to sell something hard to stomach
Everybody who was mean to Gil-Galad in junior school
Everything that can go wrong on a Monday morning
Evil bowling alleys with malfuctioning computers and unhelpful help
evil, sarcastic, sadistic teachers
Exams
exams
ex-boyfriends
excess mucous
Excess phlegm (and I mean, really in for it!)
Excitement.
Exhaustion
Extra maths lessons
extroverts who try to make conversation when you are not in the mood
facial spots
Fake Christmas Trees
fake food (ie spray on butter, etc.)
Fake powdered Christmas drinks
fan fiction
Fanfiction
Farael's beard
fathers who think they know everything about computers & delete your programs
Feeling of overeating
feeling older than your age
Filipino used to teach
Films based on books that radically alter storylines
final exams
finding a whole chick pea lurking in your braces 6 hours after your last meal
Finger- or toenail injuries
Firefoot's locker neighbour
Fires
First ay of school
First week of school
fish
Fish that snap lines
Five year old asking if another five year old is Fea's daughter
Flash Harrys
flash software
Flashless cameras
flat tires
Flies
flight delays
Flourescent lights
flu
Fog
food poisoning
Fordim Hedgethistle
foreign homophones
Forests and hills levelled for a gold course
forgetting how to draw
Forgetting ideas
Forgetting what you wanted to post
Fossil fuels
Fourth draft of research papers.
frat parties
French teacher
Freud
friends being sick
Friends talking about you behind your back
Frodo and Sam with cameo roles in LMP's Mordor RP
frog ring tones
Frozen milk
fruitcakes
fume and stench
Funerals
furry animals
general heat
Generic, uninventive Tolkien fanfiction
geography teachers
geometry
German
Getting a grade you don't deserve
getting a paragraph in reply to a five page letter
getting lynched on the first Day of Werewolf
getting up early
Getting up on weekends
Getting worked up over nothing
Giant Pandas
girls that claim to be LOTR fans because of Legolas
Glirdan's dance teacher
Glorification of drinking and being drunk.
going to bed when it's light out
Going to school after a long weekend
Going to the dentist
going to work on Saturday
Going to work on Saturday to Mordor.
Gossipmongers
government trying to improve people
Governments that only throw money at good schools
Grammar
Green Bay Packers
ground spitters
Group projects
Groups of people who walk four across in a hallway only four people wide
Grumpiness
Guitars
gullibility
Guy Fawkes Day
guys who think pretty girls are always dumb
halitosis (bad breath caused by gingivitis)
Hard maths tests
'have got'
Having a dancer's feet when you really are only pretending to be a dancer
having no common language
having the wrong textbook with a looming test
Having to reval two hours to get to school for a single class
having to share a laundry facility with 140 women
having to spread around the reps
Having to work until 12:30, 1:00, or 2:00 in the morning
havng to wait until LMP says so to watch that madly fun sounding RP unfold
hayfever
headaches
Heart of Darkness
Heatwaves
Heavy backpacks
heavy traffic
Highschool freshmen
history of language
History seminars about interestng sounding subjects
Holiday reading that must be journaled.
Hollywood
Hollywood and its fruitcakes
Homework
Homework
Homework
Homophones
Hookbill the Goomba
hormone driven girls
Horrendously early Christmas preparations
Horseflies
Hot water running out when hair is full of shampoo
hot weather
Housemates who wont play trivial pursuit
hovering parents
How xxxx is that?
huge workloads
Hugs 'n' Learning
human tongue
hummers
hundred degree greenhouse
Hurricanes
hurting knees
Hypocrites
hypocritical parents
i.b. exam (?)
Idiotic bees
ignorant fools
Ignorant people.
Impatient people
inability to breathe
Inability to hold a standard.
Inability to take short showers
inability to turn down food dares
Income tax forms
Incompetency
Incompetent people on the day, despite lots of practice beforehand
inconsiderate customers
incorrect written use of its and it's
incorrect written use of your and you're
Infuriating internet connections that randomly commit suicide every so often
institutional food
internet when it isn't working
interpretation other than the artistic creator's
intolerant people
inventor of shoes that are loose around the ankles but tight on the toes
irrational fear of phone calls
Irregular verbs
Irresponsable pet owners
Isaac Newton
Isaiah
Jack Russells
Jamesian English speakers
Jam-throwing chavs
JK Rowling (cameo?)
Johnny Depp (cameo?)
Kath's psychology teacher
Keboards with rubbish spacebars.
know nothing nurses
'kotex fits. period' (billboards in ATM)
lack of a good Porter
lack of published Quenya
Lack of snow
lack of the Assigned to Mordor RPG (now that would be weird!)
Laitoste's family members
last day of holidays
Law school application process
lawn mowing
Lazy people not setting up sound systems
Lazyness
leaches
Leaders that use their powers for evil
Leaking rooves
Leaving a post at school, then having to hack into the school network to get hold of it again.
Leggyboppers
lemmings
Level 81 in the Pit of 100 Trials in Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door
liability paranoids
library freeloaders
light Mayonnaise
lima beans
lima beans
linguistic imperialism
litter
litterbugs
little French cars with no guts
living on the third floor when you take dance classes
Llamas
local press
Locker combinations that get stuck
London metropolitan road system
London public transport system
London Underground
Long distance relationships
Long rehearsal hours
long road trips
Lord of the Rings note books ... sold out
Losing / misplacing things
Losing a post on downs due to crap internet stuff
Losing elections
Losing wallets
Lost passports
M25 Motorway
make-up work at school after illness
mandatory meeting right after sweaty excerise
Mario
Marketing executives
Mary Sues
math
Math exams scheduled at seven in the morning on a Saturday
medication tolerance
Memorising lists
Memory lapses
men who hit women
men who proposition random girls
Men who unintelligently assign a woman's bad mood to hormones (is there an intelligent way of doing it?)
Mermaids
mice
Mice
Mice that don't do what they're told
Michael Moore
Michigan winters
migraines
Milipedes
Milk
Mismatched socks
misused homophones
Mixed messages
mobile phones
modern world's way of taking all the fun out of life
Mondays
monosodium glutimate
mormegil
Mosquitos
Most vegetables
Multiple lynching in Werewolf (need to work this into ATM somehow...)
musicians' managers.
'my bad'
My philosophy is...
'myself and ______'
Mysteriously temperamental showers
nagging mothers
nagging parents
nagging thoughts you realize you should have listened to
Napoleon Dynamite
Nazis
Neighbours staying up late laughing loudly or playing music
neighbours who put up large aluminum sheds which block all sun from your garden
New computers
news report sound bites
Newspapers exaggerating PC stories
nightmares
Nightmares
nights when there is a full moon (so it's always a full moon in Mordor)
Nilpaurion Felagund
No graphing calculator rules
No paper currency smaller than a five pound note
noisy air conditioners
nonstandard word users
Non-teenagers
Norman Conquest
Not being able to refrainfrom sarcasm, cynicism, or snide comments
not being able to spend time with your girl/boyfriend
not being in the same class with your friends
Not having enough money
Not having enough time for PMs
Not teaching foreign languages until the age of 12
nuclear bombs
'nuculer'
Numbers outside basic maths
'official Wendy's guy'
offspring who don't understand the difficulties of being a parent
off-topic posts
Old ice cream
Once respectable people who sell their soul by acting in lousy commercials
online college application forms
Opponents to the metric system
Organic Chemistry
osteopaths who try to crush you
Outsourcing
Overdone christmas decorations
Overplayed songs
Oversalted popcorn
overzealous political correctness
Packing
pain from first ever dance class
Painting apartments on Friday night and having to go to work on Saturday
panicked atmosphere that unprepared students create before tests
papercuts
Paranoia
parents
parents
parents and their children
parents when they're in a bad mood
Parents who abuse their children
parents who brag about their children
parents who cannot understand their children
Parents who don't like tongue piercings
Parents who mould consciences
parents who name their kids badly
parents who think that you're nervous about leaving for college in the morning when you're not
Paris Hilton
Parking around malls
Passive voice
Patina that doesn't work
Pedestrians who walk in the street when there is a perfectly good sidewalk ten feet away.
Pens that don't work
people always in a rush
People in chatrooms with names like 'webcamguy16wantstits'
People misusing the word assign
People on IM who sign in and out repeatedly
People on robotics team
People right in front of you who randomly stop
People that can only answer questions by saying 'yes', 'no' and 'I don't know'
People that don't understand introverts like me.
People that don't use proper or close-to-proper spelling in messages and chatrooms.
People that think they are so great and so funny while they aren't.
People who "don't get" fantasy or sci-fi.
People who "don't get" Strong Bad.
People who act knowing that their actions are going to hurt/upset/offend
People who allocate blame to political correctness or bureaucracy randomly
People who are constantly worried about offending someone
people who are easily offended
People who are easily offended should go to Mordor.
people who are horrified by 'weird' food combinations
people who are overly worried about offending others
People who assign people to Mordor for convenience in the RPG
People who assume that to live a life with no romantic interests must be the greatest of hardships
People who ATM for convenience
People who believe that they are the only important beings in the universe
people who believe they are animals
People who blind with their brights after you flash your brights to warn them of a speed trap
People who bring smelly food to the cinema
People who buy stupid things
People who buy the last tub of Ben and Jerry's
People who can't be quiet
People who can't comprehend that two people of opposite genders can be friends with out being romantically interested in each other
People who care too much about pro football
People who chat in-thread
people who claim that the advert breaks are no louder than the programmes
people who complain about not being able to find shoes one time in their lives
People who delight in interfering or spreading ill news
People who dismiss Tolkien without reading it
People who distribute tacks over pavements
People who do not believe in the philosophy that when something is boring you make it fun, and when it’s still not fun after you tried, you drink lots of tequilas and dance on the bar
People who do not understand the need for representation
People who do not understand the satisfaction of a half-formed desire
People who do things behind your back
People who don't indicate at roundabouts
People who don't know directions and give false directions.
people who don't turn up for meetings they set
People who don't turn up when invited weeks in advance
People who don't understand cross cultural views of personal space
People who don't understand introverts
People who drive exactly the speed limit
People who drive really slow and stop at corners that don't have stop signs and generally act lost.
People who drop pronouns
People who find love no proper motivation to move to Scotland
People who flash-blind people with their photography
people who forget about the "grey area" in between what's black and white
people who give away spoilers to books and movies without warning
People who give instructions on car driving when you're fine
People who glare
people who hate white chocolate
people who have no regard for others
People who litter instead of using a trash can 15 feet away
people who make fun of people with asthma
People who make out in the hallways at school between classes
People who misuse the word work
People who offer unsolicited academic advice
People who only complain about bad things, never mentioning the good
people who pay with change
people who pronounce it Ray-min noodles
people who repeatedly don't show up when you invite them
People who run their stop/yield sign and then glare at you like you should've stopped for them
people who say 'it's not rocket science'
people who spill liquor wantonly
people who spit gum out on to the pavement
people who spread stupid tales around the workplace
People who stand in the middle of a crowded hallway
People who step on your feet
People who tailgate when you are going the speed limit or above
People who talk during performances
People who talk loudly into mobiles
People who think dog taxes exist so the government can do nice things to dogs
People who think everyone should get out and vote.
People who think families of more than 2 children are huge
People who think popularity equals quality.
People who think Republicans should go to Mordor.
People who think that - just because you dance with someone in a flirty manner - you are in love
people who think that a Straight Edge lifestyle means you've got a gang mentality
People who think they are the bomb because they have a Honda Civic
People who think Tolkien is boring
People who think writing is a waste of time and effort
People who use ATM thread as a blogspot
People who use dictionaries as if English were a dead language
People who use others as a dumping ground for problems
people who use personal grief as an excuse to treat other peple badly
people who wearing sockless sandals bring small space heaters to warm up the space under their desks
People who wont go to the back of a bus when it fills up
People who would deprive us of a story
people with gender double standards
people you thought were your friends stabbing you in the back
permanent paranoia of law enforcement officers
Personal space desecration
Personal statements on college applications
pervasive media
perverts
Pharmaceutical company ads
Pharmaceuticals
Phonetics
Phony fish oil ad
Phys. Ed. teachers who ignore the fact of your asthma
Physics
Physics teachers
Pianist
Pigeons
piles of wet tissues that come with allergies
pimples
Pineapple
Plain potato chips
Plato
Plumbers with no idea what they're doing
Pointless homework assignments
political correctness
political correctness
political correctness ignoramuses
political-ese
politicians
Politicians
Poodles
pop drinkers
pop-up ads
Portfoli projects
Portuguese men of war
possums
post-delivery routes in Gentofte, Denmark
Practice job interviews with your parents
Prefab fish and chips
Presidential Fitness Test
pretentious pronunciation of foreign words and phrases
pretentious pronunciations
pretentious silent letters
pretentious use of silent letters
Printers that don't print important things
Private medical insurance
process by which one's wisdom teeth are removed
procrastination
Procrastination
procrastination
Professor's not allowing profanity in work
Profs who give four multiple choices, varying only the sifnificant figures
Property developers
Provincial road planners in Alberta
Psych tests
Psychics
Psychology coursework
PT Cruisers
Puke
pulled muscles
pungent, musty smell of shinguards
purple ketchup
pushy and angsty cousins
pushy extroverts
Quadratic Function
Qu'est-ce que c'est que ca?
queue cutters
Quick passing of time
Quiet hours
rabbit bites
rabbits
raccoons
racism
Ragweed
rap music
Rap music
reality television
Reality TV
really great cartoons on too late to watch on a school night
really heavy textbooks
Recurring nightmares
red food coloring
religious fundamentalist terrorists
Religious fundamentalists.
rep surges
repair shops that are behind schedule
Report-writing teachers
Research papers
ridiculous conspiracy theories
ridiculous conspiracy theorists
rising gas prices
Roa_Aoife's sister
Road Construction during the worst time of the year
road rage
road tests
Roald Dahl
role of Ranger in werewolf
rotten vegetables in cupboards
RTS games with hegemonous empires nearby
Rubbish films on Saturday "premieres"
Rumor-mongering
rumors that idiots spread
Rumour creators.
Salesmen
'sanguine'
SAT supporters
SATs
Saturday morning classes
Saturday schooldays
Sauron's finger and its army
SAVEs
scary professors
School
school
School computers blocking BD
school districts that separate best friends to different schools
school uniform
school when it is absolutely pointless
Screwing up a simple drawing
Seaside rain
Selective meanness
SEPTA
Sexist radio hosts
Shin splints
shoe companies that don't find it economically viable to produce shoes in your size
shoe stores that are all out of the cool shoe in your size
Shoes
Shops building over nature
Short blankets
Show nights
Shows overlapping on TV
shrieking early birds
Siblings who wake up early
sickness causing you to miss last seven basketball games of season
Significant figures
skinned knees
Skwerls
Sleeping at inappropriate times
Slipping on garbage left by others in streets
slivers
Slow walking people
slugs
Small cars that aren't made for a larger man
Small dogs
Smart students
smoke generated by firecrackers
smokers
Smut writers
Snails
sneezing
Snobs
snorers
snotty Sarumans
snotty upperclassmen
Snow followed by warm weather
Snowy stairs
soap operas
Soaps.
soccer
social conventions of enduring arrogant people with politeness
Socks with holes
Socrates
Soda & coke drinkers
Sophomore year in high school
Sore throats
SPAM
Spandex
Speed cameras
spell checkers
Spelling
Spending too much on unsatisfactory smoothies
spider bites
splinters
spoilt kids that howl on the street
sports physicals
spotting speed cameras and slamming your brakes on
spyware
squirrels
Stalling a standard car in the middle of an intersection
standard English
Standard Of Learning tests that force teachers to teach "to the test"
standardized tests
Stepping in a bucket of paint
stereotypers
Stilettos
Stress
strip searches at airports
stubbed toes
students who fail easy tests
students who insist on coming to school when they are sick
students who start moaning when they have to take a test
studies aka homework
stupid people
Stupid people earning higher wages than you
Stupid people that walk off with girls that I would like to walk off with myself.
Suburbia
Sudden returns to school
summer air conditioning that is set far, far too cold
summer reading books
sunburn
Sundays
sweat patches
switching schools
tailgaters
Tall people in front of short people
tax code writers
tax collectors
Teachers assigning huge projects
Teachers making things up
Teachers' timekeeping
Teachers who don't make maths interesting and explain it properly
Teachers who lose coursework
Teachers who make up phrases
Teachers who memorise long words to sound clever, using them repeatedly, or out of context, or both
Teachers who talk about their children
teenagers
teens who don't understand that parents see their children as extensions of themselves
Telemarketers who switch the long-distance service you've told them you're happy with
telemarketing companies
telephones
Telesales people
television
terrorists
Terrorists
Tests
Tests that it is impossible to finish on time
text books that cost over a hundred bucks a piece and that they have no used versions of
Text books.
The "ghetto" or "gangsta" look
The Aeneid
The Canonicity Thread
The fact that it's always easier to find things to complain about
The gunk left in the sink when you're done washing dishes
The gunk people leave on their plates when it's your turn to do the dishes
The gunk that you find in the sink while you're washing dishes
The job of dishes in general
The O.C.
The phrase "bust a cap"
The Saucepan Man (cameo role?)
The system that allows less intelligent people into positions of authority
The week before finals week
Theses
thieves
Thinlómien's boring geography presentation
thongs
thoughts that won't get properly organized to post a serious post to a Books thread
three large assignments due on the same day
Ticks
Time being snatched away
Titration
tomato hornworms
Too much to do, not enough time
Tooth fillings that begin to peel off
TORE's lack of driving licence
Traffic jams
Train services on New Year's Eve and Day
traveling
Trick or treaters
trying to decipher Shakespeare
trying to figure out where to go to University
trying to file incredibly small pieces of metal
Tteens who don't understand that parents see their children as extensions of their own bodies and souls,.
TV companies maximising profits and forcing their shows on you
UCAS applications
unfriendly computers
unidentified phone caller
Universities
University fees
unnecessary aspects of plot
unpredictable kilns
Unsigned positive reps
unsigned positive reps received for a post condemning unsigned positive reps
Untranslatable texts
Use of academic language
used Handkerchiefs
vacation being over
vectors
vending machine
Vinyl gloves
VIRUSES
Vodka
vomit
Waiting lists in hospitals
Waiting rooms (or lack therof) inside car repair shops
wanton destruction of your memories in the form of great old edifices replaced by blah new
war
Warranties that expire right before something breaks down
water that accidentally gets inhaled
watered down drinks
weddings
Wedgies
Wednesdays
Werewolf games
wet used handkerchief in your pocket
When it's winter and should snow, but isn't.
When the Downs is quiet
When you really like a thread but can't think of anything to say
When your friend's parents see you as odd
When you're washing dishes and you have to leave off suddenly, and the nasty cold water drips down your elbows
Whining Roommates
white chocolate
Whoever cancelled masters in Astrophysics ay Keele University
whoever decided to make Lucius Malfoy so attractive in the Harry Potter films
Whoever made the Packer game and the UW men's basketball game on at the same time
Whoever moved Monday Night Football to ESPN
Whoever raised Laitoste's county sales tax to pay for the new Packers stadium
Whoever stole Oro's final project
Whoever stole SPaM's who, the toerag
Wimpy snow
windshield wiper blades that always streak in the line of vision (the orcs behind the wheel driving cars - with flat tires - too fast in Mordor should love this)
Winged Balrogs
'witch' at the other end of the office
Work
Working any time before noon
working any time before noon
worries that pick at the mind whether traveling will be safe
Worrying
worst subjects all in the same semester
Yankees announcers
year-long redundant teachers
Yellow cars (and all PT Cruisers at that!)
Yoda
You are judged by the company you keep. (to be on billboards in Mordor)
Younger brothers

[piosenniel]

:cool:

And you alphabetized them . . .

http://forum.barrowdowns.com/ubb/icons/icon14.gif At last - someone as obsessive as I am!

~*~ Pio :p

[littlemanpoet]

Boy am I glad I left that to you, Guy. I may be obsessive, but not THAT obsessive. :eek: ;)

[Encaitare]

Wow... kudos, Shorty. This is how cool you are for doing that --> :cool: :smokin:

[the guy who be short]

Thanks guys, but technically Microsoft Excel sorted them alphabetically for me, and LMP did most of the listing.

Alas, I was going to write a post but I'm being swept away to the North (not that far) for two days. Encaitare, Fléin's odd and dubious attraction to Wilhelmina must remain only in my mind for a few days yet. :p Yes, I'm serious.

[Encaitare]

Alas, I was going to write a post but I'm being swept away to the North (not that far) for two days. Encaitare, Fléin's odd and dubious attraction to Wilhelmina must remain only in my mind for a few days yet. :p Yes, I'm serious.

Heehee, I look forward to that! :p

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

The 900ish things sent to Mordor in the first 18 pages are as follows:

...
Fog
food poisoning
Fordim Hedgethistle
foreign homophones
Forests and hills levelled for a gold course
...



What the...???!?!?!?!?!!!! Who.....how.....when...?!?!?!?!?!?!

I mean, really, who could.....what kind of perverse person would.....it's not like.....

*pant pant pant*

Can someone please explain to me -- and I think I am owed an explanation -- why FOG has been assigned to Mordor????

[piosenniel]

~*~ Announcement ~*~

You are all invited to post in The Yule Log (http://forum.barrowdowns.com/showthread.php?t=12478) in Rohan. Just read Bêthberry’s introductory post and join in at The Green Man Free House for the next few weeks.

Come share a story of ghosties, and ghoulies, and sharp toothed goblins for the days of the Winter’s Yule while the fire burns bright and warm and the drink flows freely.


~*~ Pio

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I have a colossal post (four pages of single spaced size 10 Verdana in Microsoft Word) to put up when I get a chance (meaning when the computer I have the post on is the same one as the computer I access the internet with).

If anybody else posts, don't bother with Alli. An overview is this: she waits impatiently for instructions, finds out the proceedings are delayed a few days, and meets up with some of the Wrong Sort in a seedy corner of the casino to call in a favor. Shortly thereafter, she is gone from the casino. If anybody (Mardil, maybe? P'raps Sai?) feels like following her, her desinations are as follows: into casino, sketchy corner, private room (for a few hours), street, coffee shop. Before she enters the shop, she forgets to look behind her. Once there, she sits alone in a dark corner staring moodily into her drink. I'll account for Roggie's whereabouts later.

[the guy who be short]

Would anybody *looks at LMP* mind if I brought Queen Quon back into the picture in my next post? It would only mention her appearance, then the post would probably end.

[littlemanpoet]

Do it. Queen Quon needs to come back in anyway, as both she and Roggie are going to appear in ATM as if in a new hit movie of monster versus monster. Maybe you could have her in her oversized make-up room or something. Or not. :p

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

My dear LMP, surely I won't have to keep revisiting Roggie's story to make sure the world is made aware that he is not a monster and is simply... of man-shape, but greater?

Totally misunderstood. Balrogs are just like people... even if their fumes are carcinogenic.

[littlemanpoet]

... even if their fumes are carcinogenic.Or that they were given their marching orders by Morgoth, but he's in the Void anyway so how can that count?

Anyway, we're underway again. Sundown will be at 7pm, Wednesday, January 11.

Happy hunting! And may the celebrities find themselves with all their dignity missing. Oh. Yeah. That's true already. Then whatever you can take from them! Have at it. Should be fun. :D

Edit: Sundown will be as of 7pm, Sunday, January 15.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Oh dear, restarting already. I'll have full access back on Sunday when I'll post, and hopefully Pio or someone else will place, Alli's Casino-and-surrounding-areas piece. Apart from that, I'll simply have to play catch up when I get back to school. I'll fill in the blanks where necessary when possible.

Good gaming 'til then, m'darlings.

And LMP, you can't pick your master when you're a slave, can you? Who ever said that the Balrogs worked willingly for Morgoth? Perhaps they feared retribution if they didn't follow his orders and pretend like they followed his dogma? Just because Balrogs are less courageous than you, shouldst thou scorn them? :p

[the guy who be short]

*Wanders in*

Starting up again? Sigh... A little sooner than I expected. I have a ton of maths to do, and I just stepped in a bucket of paint whilst wearing my suit. A combination of these factors mean I cannot / don't want to post today. I'll get something done on the morrow.

By the way, unless anybody has got him already, I'm calling dibs on Mr. Depp.

[Kath]

Ok I have an idea but it has led to a question. Does the thing to be taken away have to be able to actually be physically taken?

[Durelin]

Celuien - Valde would like to join Panakeia, as I just can't pass up the opportunity to see William Shatner in Middle-earth, even if it is only through my character's eyes. :D

He of course has another mission, though.

Sorry for the random nihilism.

[Celuien]

Celuien - Valde would like to join Panakeia, as I just can't pass up the opportunity to see William Shatner in Middle-earth, even if it is only through my character's eyes. :D

He of course has another mission, though.

Sorry for the random nihilism.

Okay. :)

By the way, this is the Cap it all records building (http://www.you-are-here.com/architect/capitol2.html). It's visible from the Trollywood Freeway (the 101 on this map (http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=los+angeles&btnG=Search&ll=34.052222,-118.242778&spn=0.482428,1.384277) - sorry for adding it.)

[littlemanpoet]

Okay. :)

By the way, this is the Cap it all records building (http://www.you-are-here.com/architect/capitol2.html). It's visible from the Trollywood Freeway (the 101 on this map (http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=los+angeles&btnG=Search&ll=34.052222,-118.242778&spn=0.482428,1.384277) - sorry for adding it.)
Talk about pianist envy! :eek:

Kath, use your imagination and make it work in ATM.

[Kath]

Cheers! Now to see if it will . . .

[Celuien]

Talk about pianist envy! :eek:

Really, the only reason the map is there is that, believe it or not, once upon a time, this child of cheesesteaks and the Liberty Bell lived in the city of tinsel and glitter and couldn't wait to go home. I can't pass up the chance to spoof LA itself along with the celebrities. And I'm planning to be more or less geographically correct.

That Capitol Records building is ugly, isn't it?

[littlemanpoet]

Some concern has been voiced regarding the earliness of our start. Though I was clear back in December that we would be starting on january 3, I'm sure real life is more pressing and one can lose track of such things as rpg restarts. My main reason for starting when I did was that some of you voiced concern that this not drag on into February. As it is, we have three weeks to go unless we cut out one of the three remaining scenarios:

Scenario 3: Celebrity Hunt: Jan. 3-9
Scenario 4: Werewolf in Mordor: Jan. 10-16
Scenario 5: University Hospital of Mordor: Jan. 17-23.

That gives us a week to spare. Maybe the concerns about February are not so pressing? Maybe that extra week can be worked with? If you like, we can stretch this first week a few days. If so, I'd like us to plan together how the rest of the time is going to fall out. Let me know, everyoffendingone. :)

[Celuien]

I'm fine with extending the current challenge a few days or so. February isn't an issue for me.

[the guy who be short]

Save filled.

I think it would be wise to extend Celeb hunting by a few days, considering the fact that most of us have just started.

[Kath]

February is only a problem for me if this goes beyond the 10th. Otherwise it's fine.

[littlemanpoet]

Okay, then, we'll stretch this one by four days and see how that works.

Sundown will be as of 7pm, Sunday, January 15.

I've edited (as an additional comment, not a revison) my previous post to show the same date.

Scenario 3: Jan. 3 - 15
Scenario 4: Jan. 16-23
Scenario 5: Jan. 24-30.

If we need to extend it further and everybody's okay with that, we can cross that bridge when we come to it. If the above schedule is a problem for anyone, please let me know relatively soon.

[Encaitare]

Save filled.

Celuien, Wilhelmina has approached Panakeia to buy some products to aid her in capturing Paris Hilton's pooch. Would you mind terribly mentioning that in your most recent post (#106)? I can cover the actual conversation/exchange if you'd like, but if you'd just mention that it happened that'd be lovely. :)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

And I've brought with me the fruits of my boredom. Pio (or LMP?), can you post this ginormous post of mine in front of LMP's end-of-the-Casino post? I'll catch up with the rest once I finish unpacking.


Alli diligently stumbled through several narratives, some wild ideas, and plenty of writers’ block before getting it right. She didn’t mind… she had plenty of time. First her mind was somewhat altered by the dubious effects of balrog smoke. It is a little known fact that exposure to balrog fumes causes cheerfully inaccurate feelings of invincibility. “I can fly, you fools!” Gandalf once cried jubilantly before imprudently trusting himself to the slightly less than supportive darkness of Khazad-dum. Anti-drug ads these days featured large billboards depicting the aged Istar with wild eyes throwing himself over a cliff and trusting that he could, indeed, fly. The Bemused-ship of the Ring stand shocked in the background of the image as they watch their fearless leader, hopped up on balrog fumes, fling himself to his death. “Just say no.” the billboard urged. “You won’t come back White!”

She had then cleared her disheveled head and pratchettly considered locking herself in a sublevel hotel accommodation for the duration of her break based on the belief that light merely blinds you while, when in the dark, your eyes are opened wider. That potential and possibly borrowed (though of course not admittedly, wink wink) narrative hit the ground with a resounding Thud and barely even twitched as it lay there dying.

Alli even rudely interrupted the dreams of her maker one night. As a line of potential suitors sauntered alarmingly along, she twitched and woke up. When and if Alli falls annoyingly in love, it will just happen, she thought with aggravation. After all, it was barely after seven and any time where the seven comes before the fifteen is not an appropriate one for such foul things as wakefulness. There need be no planning for romance beyond… well… all the planning that has already almost secretly occurred.

All in all, Alli had been very busy without having a single thing to show for it. She seemed to remember having called Mardil “Marshmallow” once or twice, or was that “Martini?”, but the look on his face failed to feature neither the shaking nor stirring that would come from those shorts of doings.

The Offending Party now stood outside Mount Doom Resort and Casino patiently listening to Anakron inform them in somewhat different words than what follow that Alli’s next obstacle was to manage a full four days in the same general area as Mardil without killing him in his sleep. Alli was willing to bet (though not with real money and certainly not at their current location) that she wasn’t nearly a good enough actress to successfully pretend that she harbored Mardil no ill wishes, so, on the spot, she decided to tweak the odds of his survival, or at least comfortable survival, a little bit in her favor.

As soon as they were dismissed (what is this, primary school? she asked herself with rolled eyes), she made her way to the most seedy looking corner of the place. She hoped nobody would think anything more of the action than that Alli wanted to show off a bit by cavorting with card sharks, loan sharks, petty thieves (adept at sharking people), mafiosos (such as Larry the Shark), and people who, when it all came down to it, were loyal to their friends and had some excellent connections. The Offenders didn’t need to know that she actually did tend to balance on a metaphorically sharp blade in life… While she often chatted academia with undeservingly assigned Respectables over a cuppa, she just as often could be found (or actually, she couldn’t… she was careful about that sort of thing.) with the Wrong Sort. She knew in the back of her head that she was judged by the company she kept… but it was quite alright because the company she kept publicly was very nicely judge-able… Heck… there were even a few official judges with whom she sometimes spent quiet evenings playing chess.

Slipping softly through the crowd of toughs, Alli was stopped only once. A hulking tattooed man with hand to blade halted her jarringly. She lowered her hood and glared. He released his hilt and her arm as though they burned him and nodded that she could pass with no further delays.

“Hey there, hot stuff.” joked Alli a moment later, sliding an arm around a black cloaked fellow in the corner that seemed to radiate terrifying cold. His breath rattled and he drew a pale icy blade from its sheath and sliced toward her neck with it in a rapid movement. Without flinching, Alli pulled a large magnet from a small black leather bag dangling from her belt. Mid-swing, the sword changed course and banged loudly against the magnet. The fellow swore brightly and tried to shake it loose. Alli used his momentum to fix the magnet [and the sword] to a metal pillar behind him and smirked. Finally the retired Nazgul released his hilt and motioned for his cronies to stop trying to look threatening and sit back down.

“Why is it, Miss Alumìne, that, every time we meet, you pilfer my blade? And where do you get such wonderful toys?” He cocked his head, though it was hardly noticeable given his billowing hood and cloak, toward her firmly situated magnet. “Surely not the gag shop? Such the joker, you are.”

She smiled broadly and looked around, searching to see if any of the other Offenders had noticed this exchange. She thought she saw a glimpse of the old woman over by the slot machines, but she was not certain… the ferret was nowhere to be seen.

“Khamul, m’love, you know that deep down I’d love to tell you, but if I did, every time you tried to lop off my head, my tricks wouldn’t work nearly as well as they do. I can’t share sources and suppliers with someone that keeps trying to kill me, now can I?” She scolded him with a grin and an exaggerated Southern drawl and he nodded amusedly. He rather enjoyed their little chats, with the exception of having to spend several weeks after them regaining the respect of his minions. An ancient and powerful Nazgul being disarmed by an unarmed teenage girl was not exactly convenient for scaring the bejeezus out of his followers, and unless he had terror to fall back on, he’d actually have to expend some effort to keep his minions loyal. Salaries… 401Ks… dental insurance… Ye gads, without sheer unadulterated fear, his control would be a lot more expensive. Then again, some of his cronies could use a good mouth cleaning… eh… he’d just make it a job requirement. But that was a thought for another time.

“Miss Alumine,” The shrouded Easterling offered his arm politely, “what do you say to making this chat private? I’ve been trying to keep my head down… a few weeks back some gallingly bright young reporter from Fox News decided to write his first novel about how not all of us Nazgul were destroyed. They haven’t found me, no, don’t worry, and there’s not a shred of evidence saying he’s right, though obviously he is, but now there are a bunch of pain-in-the-corporeal-posterior conspiracy theorists that would love to capture and probe me.”

Alli smiled and took his arm. “Just what I was thinking, actually, though not about probing. I’ve never been able to figure out what probing is good for anyhow… I’m supposed to be on reality television right now. I’d rather that this little chat go unrecorded and I’d prefer to be out of sight before the idiot kamura crew realizes I’ve disappeared.

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Hidden away in a quiet candle-lit room in the back, Alli sat primly with her fingertips gently tapping together. She was momentarily shocked when her old friend pushed his deep hood back to reveal the face of a pretty blonde child. The look in his eyes defied Alli to laugh at his currently unassuming form. Regaining her composure, she explained her request as the innocent looking lad nodded occasionally and asked a few questions in a shockingly sweet voice to clarify the nature of her order.

“Well, Alli,” he squeaked after a while, “It’s been a while… I shall have to ascertain that they are still in business.” Seeing the disappointed look on her face, he raised a hand to stop any comments. “No worries, lass… if they are unable or unwilling, I shall endeavor to find another provider. I seem to remember owing you a favor… or perhaps ten. This shall remove one from the list, I assume?”

“Of course it will. I’ll even count it as a few. This is important to me, Kammy.” She looked at him meaningfully. “Discreetly done, as well. The last thing I need is for somebody to find out any of this. Respectable Gondorian lasses aren’t supposed to have connections with the Mordorian Underworld. At least I’m not noble. That’d be a nightmare.”

“Indeed, and powerful ex-mob bosses are not expected to owe respectable Gondorian lasses favors. Makes you seem less than innocent, m’dear. I’d hate to see your pretty face on the cover of the news for being caught dealing with the likes of me. You’ve got destiny above that, lass. It would tarnish your good name.”

Alli blushed at the unexpected praise and changed the subject quickly. “Kammy, what happened to your form? You used to be so… well… scary looking.”

He made a “just a minute” motion and whistled through his fingers. He lifted his hood and adopted an intimidating posture as a sketchy looking man in black opened the door and stood ready for orders. The Nazgul beckoned him forward and whispered in his ear. The lad looked at Alli, appraising her body and measuring her up.

"One-thirdy?” he asked with a locally dialected academic interest. “Five-ayt? Lemme see… stan dup lass.”

Alli stood obligingly and turned slowly on the spot, raising up her arms and lowering them, bending her knees and elbows, and wiggling her fingers, though not all at once or her precariously bad balance would have left her all together. The man studied her, scrawling a few numbers onto a tablet.

“By’th’s aftnoon, y’ say? Xpensi--” he trailed off about the cost in order to catch the large bag of gold that the Nazgul had tossed at him. “Yessir.” He said after a quick inspection of the contents. “I’ll ‘ave m’bes’ guys on it. Room 745?” he asked to Alli. She nodded and tossed him a key.

“Realistic, and silently done.” She reminded him. “In, out, nobody sees. The key finds its way to Khamul when you finish. Am I understood?”

“Ah, ‘course, ma’am.” The seedy man was no longer interested in chat. He disappeared out the door with a look of thoughtfulness on his face.

“You’re sure this fellow can have it done that fast and that accurately?” Alli probed as the cute face showed itself once more.[/font]

“Certainly. His men are the very same that did the work for me just before start of the Fourth Age. Fooled even Sauron into believing me to be at the battle. This Mardil of yours will never guess it’s not you brooding away in your room for these few days. Anakron might… clever fella, that one… but I doubt he’ll say a word. If he gets too curious about what you’re up too, I’ll have my boys remind him that he owes me one or two favors himself. Vayor will not have forgotten the incident with the four Nurnian dancers, the chimpanzee, and the leprechaun costume. Took more than a few phone calls to make sure that got properly forgotten, let me tell you. The rest of the group won’t much notice if you take off. My sources tell me you’ve barely gotten to know them. Well… Sai might notice… sweet lass, that one. You might not want to underestimate her. Perceptive. Smart. Seems to be compassionate enough for ten but looks like she could put up a good fight if the need arose. I’d keep a sharp eye. She’d make a good friend, I believe. You know you can trust people, Alli, and not just those few that the rest of Middle Earth views suspiciously. You might get hurt a bit, but letting people see the real you will work out for the best.”

Wanting to change the subject, Alli pushed her own issues to the back of her mind for the time and turned back to the subject of Khamul’s current form of a small child.

“Speaking of the real you…” she teased. A few hours later, the fire had burned low, the good old days were thoroughly reminisced, and there was a knock at the door.

“Enter!” Khamul pulled his cloak over his face as the door opened.

“Done.” The man said, closing the door and bowing slightly. “She’s’leepin’ peace’ully in your room, ma’am. She’ll be ou’ ‘n’ abou’ once she wakes up and wi’ a keen int’res’ in a few games of Blackjack t’boot. Hope y’ drink… took the liberdy of fillin’ ‘er wi’ a strong d’sire f’r a few shots of Jack… maybe even one ‘r two…” he paused, reconsidering the name of the mixed drink he’d been about to use. He had nothing against making a lass blush, but he had a feeling that her cloaked companion might not be so favorable about him coloring this lass’s cheeks. “mix’ drinks. Id’ll explain quick t’anyone int’ristid why she’s got trouble rememberin’ details. Id’ll alsa cover the mornin’… too sick t’gid up ‘til afternoon, they’ll think.”

He laughed and Alli grinned with delight. “And she looks just like me?”

“Down t’th scar on yer lip and th’ gloves on yer ‘ands ‘n the missin’ gauntlet on yer right.”

Happy with the job, Alli tipped him a few trolls and the man left. “Well, Kammy, I’m off. Thanks for your help. Give my regards to the missus and here’s to hoping the heat’s off quick so you can go back to your usual body. The five year old kid look just isn’t working for inspiring terror. Oh, and if you want to get your blade back, just ask for Lia at the bar. She’ll get it released for you quick.”

He shook his head wonderingly as she opened the door and disappeared into the crowd, pulling up the deep hood of her own borrowed cloak. With minimal fuss, she was out the door of the casino in moments.

SimulatAlli was happily napping up in Room 745 and the real thing was happily escaping the Resort and Casino to enjoy the local haunts by herself and get some undisturbed thinking done. Perhaps a latte at a little place downtown? Who knew? Certainly not Mardil… She scowled at the thought of him and quickly lied to herself about not letting him ruin her day. At least not more than him holding her hostage to manipulate one of her best friends after he’d gotten the friend’s leg blown off had. Well, she thought pessimistically, such is life. She walked down the road enjoying the swishing sound of the black cloak, if nothing else. She thoughtlessly hummed the bridge to a song that she couldn’t get out of her head. “…and my parents will never consent to this love… but I hold your hand…” She paused for a moment and sang the refrain in a soft soprano. “And while the seagulls are crying, we fall… but our souls are flying.”

Looking around, though forgetting to check behind her, Alli disappeared into a small coffee shop nearly hidden from the casual passerby by absurdly large and lurid advertisements hanging on the walls, the windows, and even the doors. Without uncloaking, she set some gold on the counter and received a sweet smelling drink for it from the Native Mordorian on the other side of the counter. Moodily she found a seat in a dark corner, staring with unfocused eyes into the hot swirling liquid. She couldn’t be sure how long she sat there alone.

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She made her way silently back to the Resort some time after sunset with a bag in hand. She passed nobody in the halls and, feeling relieved at the lack of conversation, she decided to examine the status of the Resort’s pool. Following confusing directions on one of the walls, she quickly got lost and managed to find the laundry room. A short time later she found herself standing on the edge of a murky green pool of unguessable depth and life-containment.

Giving up on a swim, she slipped up the back stairs to her room. Coming in, she’d seen herself having quite a good time with a number of good looking men. She blew on one man’s dice while another slid his arm around her. Mardil glared from across the room and Alli watched as she won several men money, won several dirty looks from their women, and tipsily ordered another drink. She hoped she’d have a good time and not get into too much trouble. She didn’t want to see herself on television later. The idea of explaining that it wasn’t really her to her irate older brother when she got home wasn’t appealing.

Now in her room, she decided that she was done wandering for the night. She’d had an idea in the café and wanted to extrapolate now that she would be undisturbed. She bolted the door and sat beside it, unlacing her boots. Still seated, she unfastened her shin-guards and remaining gauntlet, leaving them in a pile on the table. Stocking-footed, Alli walked to the bed where she had set her bag. Khamul had seen to it that her pack made its way up here safely some time ago. It lay beside the bag. She pulled out its contents, smiling. Tiredly she traded her soft leather breeches and jerkin and her singed cotton shirt and hose for a pair of too-large flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. Even after tying the drawstring of the pants, she had to roll the waist-band thrice before they fit. Finally, barefoot and pj-clad, she went to her desk and the magic box positioned there.

Now to learn just who is traveling with me… she thought grimly. She could easily have had Khamul do the search for her… his people could learn anything about anyone… but she’d rather enjoy the magic of Gugl. What wizard had brought such spells across so wide a sea, or even what Dark Lord of the ancient past had used this tool for his own malicious use, Alli did not know, but she did know that Gugl was a tool of the Valar. With some patience and a good idea of what she was after, Alli was able to find a number of things very quickly. Just as she was close to finishing, the screen at which she looked turned blue. The magic suddenly stopped working. The box made several odd noises and suddenly she heard a crack. She smelled the acrid scent of burning metals and plastic and pulled the line through which the mysterious power of the box came from out of the hole in the wall through which it passed. The system had died but she didn’t mind… she had learned what she was after.

For a long time she sat in grumpy silence, staring at the blank screen. She fell asleep where she sat and woke up in the morning with a crick in her neck.

As the sun came through the wide windows, Alli saw herself laying sprawled in bed in the clothes she had worn yesterday. She wondered what time she had gotten in. She doubted that even she had any idea. She shook herself impatiently and rolled her eyes at the smell of alcohol on her breathe. She slapped at herself and muttered angrily. She was hungover, but more importantly, she was laying on her pack and she wanted to get to it. Alli grabbed herself under the arms and heaved herself to the other end of the large bed. She groaned and fell back asleep quickly as she grabbed her bag and pulled out a notebook and pen. Moving back to her desk, she ignored her snores and began to write in a fast and moody scrawl.

I have discovered, with the help of Gugl, the following about my companions:

The… Others: nothing important. I didn’t actually care enough to really look. I submitted their names and got nothing that I didn’t already know.

However what was important was that as I sat pondering over my latte yesterday, I began to remember my local history. I had been too busy before for the information I had available to connect into any sort of meaning, but I was feeling miserably angsty and felt like cheering myself up with a bit of leisurely name recounting. It went as follows:

Elendil begat Isildur and Anarion and Inzillomi known as Lothlome though she was oft forgot, and she begat Kathaani who was lost ere they reached Middle Earth. Isildur begat Valandil who through a long line of Aras and the occasion Orn came to Arathorn and his son Aragorn who became King of all of the lands of Importance in the days after the Ring and of him was born Eldarion whose name won Feanor of the Peredhil a book of maps once upon history surely soon to be lost. Anarion begat that guy who begat another guy and this continued in such a fashion until the line came to an end with that guy who decided to declare war on the Mafia of Mordor and rode to meet the Witchking who slaughtered him easily because That Guy was a bit of a wimp and didn’t even bother to beget anybody before getting himself killed.

At this point in history the Stewards of Gondor took over, making sure that every family had a nice bowl of hearty soup to eat at dinner and reminding everybody that they ought to stand in silence facing West before they eat it in order to remember Numenor that was around before the idiots declared war on Eru’s will and expected to win, to Valinor that is in some alternate dimension at this point and that mortals really ought to give up on since they can’t get there anyhow, and that which will ever be even if most of the world is clueless about it.

The Stewards of Gondor did a fantastic job making sure that none of the bad guys made it past the Anduin to steal the Soup of Kings and, really, could have gone on indefinitely protecting Gondor if Aragorn hadn’t shown up and said “Behold, I am Aragorn who is called Elessar the Elfstone of the North, as well as Wingfoot, Strider, Telcontar, and a whole lot of other names, and am born of Arathorn who was born of another guy whose name starts with Ara and probably also ends with Orn and that was born in a long line from Isildur whose name is utterly bereft of Aras and Orns but who was your last king’s really-great grandfather’s brother. I have come to reclaim the Stew of my people and get married and coronated in a few obscenely expensive ceremonies that will bankrupt your city!” And so Faramir gave up warding Minas Tirith because he knew that Aragorn would do a pretty decent job keeping the recipe secret and safe and that the Gondorians would ne’er go hungry again, except for a brief period after the coronation and wedding where the whole city was a bit keen for vittles while the Important Ones tried to figure out a way to pay off the bill.

For a long time, Aragorn was a wonderful and charismatic King and everybody loved him and wished that he would just get on with it and die so that they could marry his wife who used to be an Elf and was seriously really hot. And the kids he spawned wound up being pretty wimpy and let things get totally out of hand and Anakronisms popped up and here we are in this mess.

And then I began feeling a bit better, because I realized that it was really Elendil’s fault that we’re all stuck in Mordor because if he hadn’t come to Middle Earth with those darned kids he spawned, Aragorn’s tool of a descendant wouldn’t be mucking things up so bad and you know, we could really do with having another Steward of Gondor because Faramir’s grandsires were doing a pretty good job of things except for Crazy Ol’ Denathor who almost ruined everything, but he doesn’t count, and you know, I bet I’d feel even more cheerful than I do now if I started naming all of Faramir’s grandsires. If naming the Kings of old and casting blame on them for the way I’m trapped with a bunch of strangers and an arrogant noble from my hometown while in the midst of Mordor could put me in such a cheerful mood, then naming Stewards ought to work even better!

Now what was the name of the first ruling Steward? I don’t remember. I think I’ll go Gugl it.

And so it was that Alli learned a few things that she probably should have remembered some time ago but had been distracted from noticing. She knew now that if she just had some time to write things down and sort them out in her head, she’d be fine, but where in the world was the appeal of sorting out emotional messed-up-ness when she could remain wallowing in self-pity for quite a long while?

And so Alli spent her break sleeping late, rising sometime after morning had officially ended, taking obnoxiously long showers, and trying to figure out the best way of convincing the world that Balrogs weren’t evil while occasionally wondering just when Life would start up again. The rest of the time she spent sorting out personal issues, but not The Issues, because those ones would take entirely too much effort and she didn’t feeling like paying them any attention just yet, so instead she concentrated on things like “What do I want to do with my life once I go back? I can’t be a Balrog-Winger in Gondor… Balrogs aren’t found in Gondor. Maybe I could establish a society for the protection of balrogic welfare and show people their horrible living and working conditions while trying to stop the film industry from type-casting them into the roles of monsters and convince brutes to stop trying to attack them.” and “What color do I feel like painting my toenails?” while locked in her hotel room with a lot of fresh produce, a pen and notebook, a large number of books, some art supplies that she couldn’t use for lack of rough-toothed paper, and a lot of repeats of the same songs because she had forgotten to bring along her own music and was stuck listening to that which was available, only about four songs of which she actually liked. She sang along occasionally because she really loved the line “And the anchor-person on TV goes ‘la de da de da‘.”

Occasionally she rousted SimulatAlli to go wander the Resort so that questions would not be raised about her staying hidden for so long, but really, come now, she was on break and would use every excuse in the book in order to avoid doing any real work until it was over. And then… before she knew it… the break actually was over and SimulatAlli had disappeared in a wisp of smoke even as Alli stood ready to leave and wondered what to do with her simulacra.

She stood now in the bright morning sun with the rest of the Offending Party and with her pajamas, supplies, peculiar items and weapons, and a pretty dress that she really didn’t want the rest of the party to know that she had shoved into the bottom of her pack. She was clad again in her Balrog-Winging outfit as she’d realized that the sturdy material was dead convenient when it came to things like not tearing. She’d had to purchase a new shirt to wear under the vest, as the old one was burned and torn and she was unsatisfied with the amount of skin that it now covered. The new shirt was a pale grey that somehow made her eyes seem very blue. As Anakron gave the instructions for their next foray, Alli tried not to be spotted as she glanced side-long at Mardil II of Gondor. Sai slid to a spot next to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Alli looked slightly down into her eyes and saw a question there. Alli had tensed first but now remembered what Khamul had told her. This girl could prove a strong ally. Alli nodded and smiled hesitantly, a question in her own eyes. Sai smiled back and handed Alli the gauntlet that she had lost at RCA. Alli grinned now and fastened it to her right arm as Anakron spoke. The next step was about to begin.

[piosenniel]

Fea

I would be happy to place the above post - but please give me the post # you want it placed in front of.

Thanks,

Pio

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

In front of Post 100, please. I'd meant to go find that, but I was distracted.

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All done!! ~*~ Pio

:)

[Celuien]

Save filled.

Celuien, Wilhelmina has approached Panakeia to buy some products to aid her in capturing Paris Hilton's pooch. Would you mind terribly mentioning that in your most recent post (#106)? I can cover the actual conversation/exchange if you'd like, but if you'd just mention that it happened that'd be lovely. :)

Arrggh. Just got back online (online currently invloves a walk from the dorm to the hospital, through the hospital to the library and hoping that there's a computer available). I'll edit the encounter in, but if you could handle the discussion, I'd appreciate it. :)

Durelin - would you prefer to meet Spocku and Shatner at a convention (;)) or at Shatner's home? I want to make a trip to the valley on this challenge, so if we're at a convention, I'll put it there. Otherwise, one of my other trophies will show up out there.

[the guy who be short]

So... where is everybody? ATM looks dead. :(

[Durelin]

Celuien - Oooh, convention. :D

I'll hopefully get a post up this evening, and I'll have Panakeia inform Valde of this 'strange cultic gathering' she has heard stories about...

And TGWBS...believe it or not, all people here have lives other than BD. ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

And TGWBS...believe it or not, all people here have lives other than BD. ;)
Sadly true. Must attend classes, after all, or at least most of them. In the words of one of my professors, "You can miss up to five with no repercussions and if you miss more than nine, you'll die." Now, he may have been exaggerating, but I think I should avoid beginning my experiment testing that statement on my first week of term.

Once Kath comes with Alli or declines her offer, I'll be posting lengthily about just how Alli gets the fangirls. It should be fun.

[Kath]

My apologies. Kath will be doing that now.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Okay. We're in a Florida flower garden, admiring Orlando's world-famous blooms. And we found the guy name after them.

But I'm not sure how to get his fangirls to leave him yet. So Alli's flirting their way into a free flight back to Mount Doom. Any ideas?

[littlemanpoet]

I have altered the Third Test instruction post.

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

[Encaitare]

I have altered the Third Test instruction post.

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

Thank you so much, LMP. This week has been nothing short of insane, so this change helps loads. :)

[the guy who be short]

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.Aww, I've already got mine. I guess I'll go for bonus points.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Kath: I've gotten us to whatshisyap that plays Malfoy. He got beaten up pretty badly, but I think he'll clean up nicely. Take 'er away.

[Kath]

Ok Fea I've taken it up to the fangirls leaving Orlando. I don't think you ever did go make that deal with the pilot so I'll leave that and getting back to Mount Doom up to you yes?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Excellent. I'm going to edit in a sentence or two to the finding of whatshisyap and I'll get to the pilot very shortly.

[Celuien]

I have altered the Third Test instruction post.

Each member of the Offending Party is required to produce ONE "most valued possession of a celebrity', not THREE. If you want to do more than one, go for it.

Thanks! That makes things much easier.

Durelin - I love the post. :D I'll post tomorrow with Panakeia's view of the journey to Lost Angles and bring us inside the Cultivation Center.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I didn't edit the post I was going to. I just included what I wanted in my next one. Kath, do you want to take over for the landing and reunification with the group? Just... make sure you mention that Tom Felton stays with Alli and that the fangirls are still following him. I have... plans.

[Kath]

Yep that sounds fine. What's the deadline tomorrow anyone?

[Celuien]

Okay. Panakeia has her trophy. I may not be able to post again before the deadline, so take it away, Durelin.

[Durelin]

Okay. Panakeia has her trophy. I may not be able to post again before the deadline, so take it away, Durelin.

Lovely! Thanks for getting Valde into position. :D

I hate putting Saves up, but I'm afraid I have no choice... Though of course it will be filled in before 7 pm tomorrow, unless I have died.

[Kath]

Ok Fea I've got us back to Anakron (I wasn't sure if he was actually waiting for us but I've put him in anyway) with Tom and fangirls in tow.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Good. Excellent. Thanks. I've got one more thing I want to do before the next task... Alli hasn't brooded at all in the past day or so. It's a first for her, really. So she's going to go brood over a cup of tea (with Tom in tow) and then she'll be back.

[Durelin]

Save filled.

Valde and Panakeia have completed their task as best they could.

And Valde is a half-failure...how tragic...

[littlemanpoet]

Hmmm.... I've been so busy with my latest "interventions" that I had better make sure Durelin's post and mine don't contradict each other. Be right back.

Vulcan's being logical, that means their left-brained and their most valued posessions cannot possibly be their right eyebrows, now, can they? :p

Okay, the only major contradiction (if you can call it that) is that I have Valde staying behind while, Durelin, you have Valde fleeing with her. I'll change my post a little bit to reflect that.

Feanor, you can have the fangirls admire Mardil, but from a distance unforeseen. Kapiche? ;)

[Kath]

Uh, lmp what exactly is going on? Are any members of the Offending Party (except obviously Mardil) involved in this fight?

[Durelin]

It does not really contradict. And if you'd like, I can create another post or simply edit my own to actually bring them to Anakron rather than assuming that they reached him. ;)

[littlemanpoet]

Oooh! :) Lots of action! Happy me. Reminds me of the first week.

Anyway....

Uh, lmp what exactly is going on? Are any members of the Offending Party (except obviously Mardil) involved in this fight?

I get to write some story myself. So there. Nya nya. ;) Nobody else beat me to the punch, so I'm having Bleater thoroughly screw up both LotR and KK movies in Mordor (where else?). If you want your characters to get involved, go for it. But be warned that they might not want to get too close without a bail-out plan.

It does not really contradict. And if you'd like, I can create another post or simply edit my own to actually bring them to Anakron rather than assuming that they reached him.

Go ahead and edit your post a little bit, Dur, I haven't changed mine yet. So I won't.

[Durelin]

Edited; useless stuff added.

I can't help but think that I've only caused you more trouble, though, lmp. :D

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I'll continue my latest post some time tomorrow afternoon (hm... I guess it's today, technically)... I hope. I'd meant to finish it today, but those guys that were here were so cute... I mean... I was doing homework. All day. In any case, tomorrow/today I have classes all day, plus a few random extra things to which I must attend. Unless something unexpected crops up, I should be able to finish it up mid- to late afternoon and have Alli and Tom back to the group to await further instruction.

And LMP... I'm very curious to learn what incentive Anakron used to get Roggie to work with Mardil II. Will an answer be supplied, or must I depend on reader response? :D

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Well, I do wonder if that took anyone by surprise. ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

All I can say is :eek:.

No cameos, LMP?

Eomer, m'love, you've played me. See what happens next time I tell you all of my plans, thinking I've got an objective ear.

I've edited out my "to be continued". Looks like I don't really need to be writing my Scotsman anymore. The part seems to be covered. :eek::D

EDIT: I suppose it now requires asking: 'Mer, must I now abandon my plans for the kilt-clad criminal master-mind? You know how awesome they are... I told them to you.

*feels betrayed in a really fun and ironic sort of way*

LMP, is this your doing?

[littlemanpoet]

All I can say is.

No cameos, LMP? Snicker! :D

Eomer, m'love, you've played me.Thanks for providing his entrance. We had planned to haved Eomer be Johnny Depp's agent, and when the Guy picked JD as his celeb, I gave EotR a heads-up; then Guy took ol' JD in a completely different and unexpected direction, which "scuppered" the idea, to use EotR's words.

LMP, is this your doing? But of course! Pio was most gracious in assenting to my request that she put up an announcement saying "no cameos". Eomer thought that the planned cameos were turning out to be the worst kept secret, and I was afraid he was correct. Glad to see we surprised you. :smokin:

Now to go wrap up Scenario 3 - - - for most of you, that is.....

[Durelin]

I adjusted my earlier post and turned the very last part of it into a second post (and added a bit to it to account for the professor). Sorry if that throws anyone off in any way...but Valde doesn't get in the way very much. :D

[the guy who be short]

Thanks for providing his entrance. We had planned to haved Eomer be Johnny Depp's agent, and when the Guy picked JD as his celeb, I gave EotR a heads-up; then Guy took ol' JD in a completely different and unexpected direction, which "scuppered" the idea, to use EotR's words.Well, that's what you get for keeping secrets. :p

For the record, I believe that Alli, Sai, Panakeia, Valde, Fléin, Aimé (cute name by the way) and Mysterious Dog-Professor are all gathered with Anakron.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Fea, let us see where the wind takes us.

By the way, I thought I had stayed in the café. I don't want to get in anyone's way. I can just pop up at random intervals if that would be more convenient than hanging around the Party.

[Celuien]

0 points??? :( Well, it was still fun divesting the Captain of his artificial hair. But I have plans for what I'll get next, probably at the University Hospital of Mordor. This battle isn't over.

[littlemanpoet]

0 points??? :( Well, it was still fun divesting the Captain of his artificial hair. But I have plans for what I'll get next, probably at the University Hospital of Mordor. This battle isn't over.
Glad to see you're such a gamer. I was a little worried that some of you might be rather ticked with me. However, the instructions were clear ... and apparently somewhat forgotten in the detail..... Oh well. As you've suggested already, there will be opportunities for further attempts at Test 2; they do not have to occur at Mount Doom Casino and Resort. ... well, they can't, can they, seeing as the place is no more? I liked doing that. :D

Oh, and Fea, is Roggie well rewarded for his part in the movie?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Quite well rewarded, LMP, and glad to see that Anakron at least treats balrogs with the equality that they deserve. :cool: Alli might have to bring up that story that Khamul mentioned back at the Resort if he didn't. :p

Elempi, will all of those Barrowdowners named actually being taken part in the next challenge, the town whose name so mysteriously sounds like Tol-in-Gaurhoth?

Oh, and I don't think that Alli likes Fea very much. What a pity. And how fun to write. :D

[littlemanpoet]

As to "all those Barrowdowners", the answer is 'no'. I've asked many to most of them, but various and sundry had to beg off for various and sundry, and quite legitimate reasons. Like having a life. So let's all pay them well for their priorities by writing their characters for them. All Offending Party members - and cameo'ers, feel free to spoof at will.

Sorry I didn't much pick up on Fordim's post; I wanted to but there was much to cover and that one slipped my mind. so let the discussions at the village include the Pug's poll. 'K?

[littlemanpoet]

Day One of Dol Gaurgauroth will conclude at precisely 9:00 o'clock p.m. eastern standard time, on Wednesday, January 18. That gives everybody about 33 hours. Should be enough time to be creative and establish the guilt of at least two individuals.

The top two vote getters will be lynched, unless there's a tie for 2nd place; then there will be more.

[the guy who be short]

Behold! The specific WW related things sent to Mordor:


getting lynched on the first Day of Werewolf
Multiple lynching in Werewolf
role of Ranger in werewolf
werewolf games

[Kath]

Can anyone tell me what 9.00pm EST is in GMT? As I've said before, maths is not my strong point and I would prefer to actually know the deadline for once.

[the guy who be short]

2:00am in our time, Kath. At least, usually. 3:00am in Summertime. I don't think we're there yet.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Since I can't keep repping everybody (stupid rep system), I'll say it right here and right now and in a somewhat squeaky voice that brings to mind soap bubbles and can be blamed on many things, most of all whim:

This game is the single most bit of fun I've every had plotting, side-plotting, planning, character-developing, problem-solving, writing, randomly adding people and occurences, irreverent-ifying, creating, laughing, smiling, falling over chuckling, and spitting out my drink because of.

I don't think I've laughed so hard in a very long time. LMP, thanks for going through with the idea. Everybody else, you have no idea how funny this all is for me. Eomer, Alli hopes that you're not a werewolf.

Illuvatar, I'm so sorry.

[the phantom]

I have finished with the huge and unexpected tasks that were dumped on me after returning from Christmas break. I have no clue what has happened or is currently happening in ATM, but I will get caught up as quickly as possible.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Glad to see you back, m'dear. Would you believe the rumors that were floating around about how we both went missing over my break? Such suspicious people...

Alli brought fangirls to sic on Mardil during the last task. That's all that's important. ;)

Just kidding... lots of stuff has happened. Catch it all up, it's good reading.

[the phantom]

Would you believe the rumors that were floating around about how we both went missing over my break? Such suspicious people...
I can't believe it. People are just so suspicious these days. To all of you suspicious folks out there, let me just say on the record that the fact that we both disappeared at the same time is entirely coincidence. Nothing more. Just a coincidence. We did not meet in Atlanta and fly to Cancun together where we stayed at Iberostar Paraiso Maya for eight nights, I assure you. That did not happen.

(btw, Fea, you were right about your black tshirt, I found it yesterday mixed in with my stuff)

[Celuien]

Day One of Dol Gaurgauroth will conclude at precisely 9:00 o'clock p.m. eastern standard time, on Wednesday, January 18. That gives everybody about 33 hours. Should be enough time to be creative and establish the guilt of at least two individuals.



Figures that I'm on call tomorrow night. :rolleyes: But I think I can get my vote in.

[littlemanpoet]

Behold! The specific WW related things sent to Mordor:


getting lynched on the first Day of Werewolf
Multiple lynching in Werewolf
role of Ranger in werewolf
werewolf games

You forgot

the cobbler role

[Celuien]

Okay, Panakeia's vote is in. (Quite a challenge writing on this Pocket PC screen during lecture ;)) I probably won't be able to come back before tomorrow afternoon.

See you later. :)

[the phantom]

Okay, I think I'm pretty much caught up on events. Expect a very long post from me sometime during the night explaining what all Mardil has been up to these past few days.

After that, Mardil will leap into Dol Gaurgauroth and point a finger at someone based on some very solid evidence.

(don't worry, it's not a member of the offending party)

[Durelin]

the cobbler role

Taken.

And do forgive the seemingly lack of effort short post. That was the way I wanted it, because of the nature of "the game."

And please, please, please don't kill me Mr. Barrow Wight! Just lynch me, that's all I want.

[littlemanpoet]

Now this may be put on the board.

Name: Nilpaurion Felagund

Age: Almost three yéni

Race: Elves

Gender: Male/Male/Female

Appearance: Nilpaurion has the golden hair of the line of Finarfin, son of Indis the Vanya, and the grey eyes of the Noldor.

After his confinement in Mordor, Nilpaurion Felagund grew two more faces, one on each side of the head (see History below for details.)

Personality: Nilpaurion is paranoid, procrastinating and forgetful.

Adam is Machiavellian and maniacal.

Alice is discerning but disregarded.

History: After Nilpaurion, son of Felagund, was born, it was said that Amarië lay down to rest in the gardens of Lórien, saying to Finrod, 'The spirit that would have gone to two sons and a daughter has gone to our son. I'm still wondering why that has happened, for it has already happened to Míriel, your granfather's first wife. Maybe something is different with this child. You must watch him carefully while I rest for a while.'

The child indeed is different. At times, he was seen talking to himself, referring to some imaginary being named Adam, and replying in a different voice. And there had even been occasions where Nilpaurion speaks in a female voice. The Elves of Valinor were much perturbed by this, and they presented him to the Valar. After much consultation, Mandos said to Finrod, 'It is not fitting that a schizophrenic child shall live among the normal-minded. Therefore he is to be banished to Middle-earth, in hopes of curing him of his illness. May Eru have mercy on him.'

So he was exiled to Middle-earth, during the height of the power of the Anakronism Dweomer. He had already taken tests and read textbooks on psychology and Freud, but to no avail. Missing his home (and his television), he has decided to pretend to be cured just to go back home. But his plan of hypocrisy was thwarted. He overslept on the day of the setting sails of the final ship. Contemplating taking his life (which would send him to Mandos and thence to the Blessed Realm), he opted instead to roam around Middle-earth, thinking to find his death in a way more likely to be rendered in song.

Sometime during his stay in Gondor, Nilpaurion befriended Sai Onara. Once, in his attempt to help Sai, he called the Anakronism Police to help bring a certain psychology coursework to Mordor. But Adam Smith, his nemesis and alter-ego, took the opportunity to report him to the same policemen he called upon to help him. Thus, he was dragged to Mordor.

Upon entering the Black Land, Nilpaurion underwent a most Dantesque transformation. The two alter-egos of his mind made their physical manifestation, and on either sides of his face grew new faces. On the left was Adam Smith, and on the right was Alice Holly.

Due to the machinations of the vile Adam, Nilpaurion Felagund has taken the most distasteful task in all of Mount Doom Casino and Resort: A customer relations personnel. He is expected to smile and answer questions people have regarding directions, instead reacting more naturally and lashing out at the rank stupidity of people who should have instead consulted the maps (randomly scattered all over the place) or checked the garish signs pointing to well-visited places.

[littlemanpoet]

NAME: Eomer of the Rohirrim.

AGE: 21.

RACE: Man (of Rohan, sooth, sooth).

GENDER: Male.

WEAPONS: The ability to run away rather quickly; a sword (mostly for show); and a high-pitched shriek.

APPEARANCE: Eomer is a little over six feet tall and is thin. He tends to wear shabby clothes: jackets, cloaks. At times, this looks quite fetching in an 'outsider' kind of way. Most of the time, though, he just looks like a tramp. He has flowing hair which changes colour as it pleases: here dark brown, here golden, here sepia. He has deep eyes which somehow catch people's attention, probably because they cannot help but try to judge whether Eomer is still alive. He has a highly lazy look about him; maybe 'sedated' is a more fitting word.

PERSONALITY: Selfish; uninterested in other people; cynical. But that's on the inside. To other eyes he appears delightful, charming and winsome. When in the mood, Eomer can be extremely unlikeable to those who get close to him; and this mood takes him quite often.

STRENGTHS: The ability to make himself appear far more interesting and desirable than he actually is. Also, upon hearing the sound of drums & electric guitar, he obtains great and dangerous energy. Mostly, this power is but a memory of his pre-Mordor days.

WEAKNESSES: The sound of beautiful piano music can sometimes reduce him to a weeping wreck, especially at inopportune moments. And axes through his heart: that's another weakness.

HISTORY: Eomer lived an unwholesome and self-centred life in a land far, far away, until, after crowing about his perfection one time too many, was mysteriously assigned to Mordor by his as-yet unknown nemesys.

[littlemanpoet]

Character Description Form: Hookbill

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
Spawn of Ungoliant

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?
None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
_______________________________________

for your character please include:

NAME: Hookbill the Goomba

AGE: 18

RACE: Goomba. Or, more accurately, a man.

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A moderate wit.

APPEARANCE: Small and unadorned. He has also a grey tunic and orange cloak with Black trousers and large brown boots. No fixed hairstyle.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Crazy Caption player and proud of it! British and Proud of it! Usually quiet, probably trying to think of something witty to say, but will probably fail utterly. His main strength is running away from danger. His main weakness is not running fast enough.

HISTORY: Spending much of his time on the outskirts of Mirkwood, near to the house of Radagast (from whom he got a lot of food. Weather Radagast knows this is another matter). He grew up in a rural village and was trained as a scientist, but broke the bonds of oppression and became a poet, but was thrown out of the village when his poetry turned out to be terrible. He later became a cobbler in Dol Gaurgauroth for reasons best know to himself.

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First post:

“Well, I’m a cobbler,” said the rather defensive Hookbill as he moved behind a chair away from one of the villagers. “I’ve been here for three years. I’m not a new character, or even a cameo.”
“Then why,” enquired the villager, “does your post title say ‘Hookbill’s Cameo?’”
The little man stopped and thought. Too many questions so early in the morning, only four o’clock pm! Did these people have no respect? “You’re not supposed to be able to see that.” He mumbled eventually looking at his shoes and seeing an interesting pattern in the creases of the leather.
“Well, I don’t like this,” continued the villager, now getting rather annoyed, “You had better not meet me again, or you’ll be sorry.” The villager stormed out leaving footprints in the floorboards and breaking the door as it was closed. Hookbill slowly sunk to the ground and hummed to himself until a brick flew through his window and hit him on the head.
Awaking some time later, Hookbill found a note attached to the brick, ‘Shut up’ was written on one side. On the other was ‘Welcome to Dol Gaurgauroth. Please enjoy our snack bars’. He sighed and got back to work.

[littlemanpoet]

Night is now upon the village of Dol Gaurgauroth.

Ranger, Seer, and Werewolves, PM me with your choices; the Hunter already has.

As soon as I have received their choices, as well as the werewolf kill, and posted the New Day post, Day Two shall begin. So stay tuned.

Any questions?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Are Nilp and Hookbill actually playing? If so, Hookbill, my apologies for writing you out so quickly after your convenient arrival. :D

[the phantom]

Well, my post is up. I trimmed the details and kept it as short as I could. It's a bunch of explanatory nonsense, only interesting to those who are interested in following Mardil's plot line.

But never fear. Starting tomorrow I will start getting a bit goofy, which I'm sure will make my posts more readable.

And now, let me get this fourth challenge straight. Are we actually playing a game of werewolf? How long are the nights/days? If we are killed during the night or lynched during the day, are we forever out of the RPG?

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Tradition, I guess.

. . .

I learned a valuable lesson today--it's about putting up a SAVE when you need it. :o

And I just made this nice, long post . . . Do you mind if I just put it here? I wanted at least one post in this game, and maybe the Discussion thread would count. Yeah, I'm crazy like that . . .

POST PLACED ~*~ PIO
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Nilpaurion Felagund's post

'Ah, Nilp. Or is it Alice today? I seem to remember seeing an Emily recently... how goes it with you?'

'Blink blink,' the eyelids replied.

'Scratch scratch,' the head and hand asked in unison.

'Yawn,' the mouths opined.

And, then, one of them screamed.

He had suddenly been transported to . . . a pair of his eyes--the red one with three black dots in it--turned to a sign.

'Welcome to Dol Gaurgaurhothr.
Population: Changes pretty fast.'

'Blimey. I'm still stuck with this guy? I thought I left him in Mt. Doom,' someone to his left said. His head turned in that direction, but he saw only a drunk man wearing what looked to him like an aluminium head-dress--Aluminium Hatted Man, he named the character, aHM for short--, conversing with a small-pink clad monkey holding what seems to be a pistol. No, that couldn't have been them. Where did that voice come--

'I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?' a female voice to his right said. He turned to the direction of the voice again. But he saw only a male-type Man. Even if that man could speak in a female voice, it couldn't have been him. His vocal chords was at least two metres away from him. Plus, he was his airway was constricted by a looped rope hung from a strange wooden cantilever.

Then where are the voices coming from?

'Oh, look, a bone,' the female voice said, and he felt himself being dragged in a direction he didn't intend to go. Suddenly, he stopped, and he found himself sitting down. He heard the sounds of a nineteen year-old gnawing on a bloody sheep's shank to his right.

He felt someone glaring at him. He turned, and saw a middle-aged female mortal with blonde hair of a questionable shade. Her seemingly violet eyes, had they had mouths, would surely be screaming bloody murder.

'Would someone please lynch us?' the creepy voice to his left said aloud. 'I'd rather be dead than stuck with him like this.'

He suddenly recalled that voice. Once, he had heard it only in the confines of his mind. It was then he realised.

Nilpaurion had three faces.

'Hi, Fea! I'm here, Emily!' another familiar female voice said behind him.

Make that four. Oh, wearing glasses would be so difficult now . . . But his nearsightedness and astigmatism weren't his primary concern now.

How do I escape from here? he thought. Think, Nilpy, think!

'Wait a second,' yelped Sai--how did he know the name? 'Will we actually be killed? That wasn't in the contract!'

That's it! Hey, isn't that Ms. Sai Onara, the lass I met in Gondor while looking for a cure for multiple-personality disorder? Never mind that! So, what was my idea? Well, since I'm of the Elder race, dying would only bring me to Mandos, about a pleasant day's walk from my childhood home. Yeah, that's it! I just have to die. Nilpaurion's strange red eyes glanced from side to side, hoping that the physically manifest alter-egos would not notice the decision made in his mind by the other half-unnamed alter-egos that made up Nilpaurion Felagund's governing council. Now, how do I pull this off . . .

'Your attention, please!' he cried as he walked to the centre of the town quadrangle. There was a hush as all eyes turned to him, some screaming bloody murder in various degrees of violence, some snorting, 'What an attention-seeker!' while others just stared with their lower eyelids dropping as if they were jaws. Nilpaurion wasn't exactly a model Elf, or an Elven model for that matter, and the three new faces that suddenly sprouted on either side and the back of his head didn't help matters.

[At this point, the narrative brakes, and then shifts into poetic gear.]

Ascended Finrod's son and heir.
With dreadful voice he uttered there:
'Be you friend, or foe, or just a guest
Of Barrowdowns, or on a quest
To fare away from this sad part
Of Middle-earth, Dark Land's black heart,
Neither law, nor love, nor league of Hell,
Nor any Troll from Dunland Fell
May save you if you do not vote
For Nilpy Feg, with brains of oat;
For he is obviously a wolf--
Uh, wait a mo: What rhymes with 'wolf'?

[Here the poetic part ends, and the narrative continues.]

All eyes blinked at least once; some did so twice, and a few other thrice. When they had finished blinking, he saw something in their eyes that made him smile. They were all too ready to lynch him. But he frowned when he looked deeper. They only wanted to rid themselves of his atrocious poetry, which seemed to be on par with Vogonwë's (of Entish Bow fame). Hmph, not appreciating my poetry. I should send the lot of you to Mordor, or something. Hmmm, maybe I'll post about that later. Oh, never me mind that! They're about to lynch me, and I don't care for what the reason, so long as they do it.

But suddenly, Emily sidled into the conversation, 'What? What does all that mean?'

All eyes blinked again, and when they had opened, confusion replaced the anger they felt at his horrendous butchering of lyric Art (short for Arthur, of course). Not a few were muttering, 'What did he mean? Some troll from Dunland fell on a nilpy peg--what's a "nilpy" peg, anyway?--while eating oat bran?' He had lost his 'Lynch me!' momentum. He had to regain it. Nilpaurion grinned sheepishly, or rather like a sheep trying hard to look like a wolf hiding in a fluffy woolen pullover.

'What it means, my dear villagers, is that I'm a werewolf. You must lynch me, lest I destroy your village. If you do not vote for me, that means you're not trying to help this village, so I'll vote for you. Is that clear?'

'Hey, Mr. ModeVayor,' a female voice cried from behind Nilp, 'is multiple voting allowed?'

Before Anakron could answer, the creepy voice declared, 'If that's allowed, then let's just vote for Nilp an infinite number of times.'

'I don't know,' said another female voice, this time from Nilp's right, her voice dripping with sensibility, 'isn't death by lynching a bit painful?'

But she was ignored. No Seer was needed to see that; Alice was usually ignored by everyone. 'I vote for

++Nilpaurion Felagund

toDAY,' Adam said.

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. . . Hmmm, I wouldn't happen to be cluttering up this thread, would I?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Way to be busy, phantom.

I like it. When Alli and Mardil start talking again, they'll eventually have to chat about this.

[the guy who be short]

Kath, the system is actually quite difficult to tamper with:

Each stick and stone has a name engraved upon it
EDIT: You will probably all be glad to know that I will end my social commentary soon, though I still need to work out the details of Fléin and Sai's confrontation with Kath.

Nilp, you can get that post shoved in somewhere if you want. :)

[the phantom]

Fea, would you mind if I found a bit of evidence that pointed to you being a werewolf (not Alli, but Fea)?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Go ahead, phantom. I am a werewolf. I mean... Fea is. She means... no, she's innocent. Go on and kill her, if you can convince enough people. She'll put up a fight, though. And um... Yeah... accuse her but leave her/me an opening to do something really stupid and fun. Be like

Fea's a wolf and we should kill her because.

And then leave me a clear opening for a response from her.

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

He of the Metrical Smallness has asked that I post my character description.

Name: Fordim Hedgethistle

Age: 104

Race: Hobbit

Appearance: So handsome that even the Elves sing songs of his beauty. Lasses and maids have thrown themselves from high places when he failed to look at them. Others have fallen into trances of bliss when spoken to by him. He wears glasses.

Character Description: Mild-mannered professor at home, adventurer-archealogist abroad. Doctor Hedgethistle doesn't believe in a lot of magical superstitious hocus-pocus, and he never allows himself to wander too far from his fedora. He is clever, quick and tricky. He is terrified of snakes.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I've changed my mind. Well, not exactly. The villagers aren't going to be happy with Fea though... I don't think that her plan is going to help them much.

I'm working on the post now.

Mardil won't have to stretch much to incriminate her, I don't think.

[the guy who be short]

List of Assigned things updated to include P19: http://forum.barrowdowns.com/showthread.php?p=435549#post435549

Henceforth, every time a new page is completed, I will try to update the list as soon as possible. This means I won't need to post announcements like this every so often. I'll continue the updating until the end of the RPG.

EDIT: When does Day 2 end, Elempi?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I'm switching the Fea-is-a-psychotic-wolf-summoner post to after the (wow, this wasn't quite what I expected) Mardil-catches-Fea post.

'Tis a pity that Alli's going to get the wrong idea about Fea and Mardil. She walked in at entirely the wrong time. Way for her to totally misinterpret what she saw. Because Mardil had simply been changing his shirt and Fea had simply been changing her socks.

Right, phantom? Because Fea's not the kind of girl that would walk into that sort of trap, because she's smarter than that, and she's definately not the kind of girl that Alli seems to think she is. So there. :p:cool:

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I've just switched my post's location and added a bit to it for reasons that you guys will probably find out later in the game.

[the guy who be short]

So, I presume Mardil recovered from his deafness very quickly? Shame. :(

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Hey TGWBS... where have I run off to? Just out of curiousity? Is it up for interpretation and/or "Do I get to write in something really fun?" or do you have something up your sleeve?

[littlemanpoet]

Pio, would please place post #382 on this thread, in between posts # 145 & 146 on the RPG thread? Thanks much! :)

And Nilpy, we're not done yet. It ain't called the Anakronism Dweomer for nothing....

[littlemanpoet]

And now, let me get this fourth challenge straight. Are we actually playing a game of werewolf? How long are the nights/days? If we are killed during the night or lynched during the day, are we forever out of the RPG?Sorry for the delay in answering this question. Most of your questions are answered in the Fourth Test post, found somewhere on page four of the rpg. But heck, I'll answer them briefly here too. You're playing a SPOOF of the werewolf game. The days are usually about 36 to 48 hours, depending on when I get the first New Day posts up. The nights are as long as it takes for "players" to get their information to me, tacking on the time it takes me to find a computer to get back to this site. Members of the Offending Party can die. They are obviously rather unlikely to during the Day phase, as there is a solid minority of seven people (make that 8 including FofP) who aren't willing to see their fellow Offending Party members lynched. Of course, Mardil can be an exception to that if he wishes. And after two Nights of Deaths, one may begin to see a pattern.....

Assume nothing.

[littlemanpoet]

When does Day 2 end, Elempi?

Ah yes. Apologies for leaving that out.

Day Two ends at 6:00 p.m., Friday, eastern standard time.

[the phantom]

Because Mardil had simply been changing his shirt and Fea had simply been changing her socks.
That's certainly what most people would assume.
Because Fea's not the kind of girl that would walk into that sort of trap
Maybe it wasn't so much a trap as it was a lucky accident and Mardil is just spinning the whole thing to look like a trap after the fact (to make himself look good and clever rather than hormonal). Perhaps the whole thing was, plain and simple, two people suffering from a sudden attack of strong biological and chemical attraction. Everyone knows that sort of thing is bound to happen when you get these cross-dimensional-multi-timeline mixes of people thrown together. It's one of those little known physics laws. Surely you considered that? ;)

[the guy who be short]

Fea: do whatever you want. I just thought it'd be a sneaky Fea thing to do.

[piosenniel]

NOTE:

Nilp's post placed - between #145 & 146 on game thread.

~*~ Pio

[littlemanpoet]

Thanks much, Pio! :)

[Celuien]

And Nilpy, we're not done yet. It ain't called the Anakronism Dweomer for nothing....

Sorry if I missed the answer to this somewhere, but does that mean we can come back from the dead for test 5, lmp? If that's the case, Panakeia will do something quite unexpected toMorrow.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I'll fill in my save some time late this afternoon or tonight. Eomer, expect a laugh or two.

[the phantom]

If you are able to, could you move your SAVE to after my last post. Otherwise I will probably have to redo everything I did.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I'll take care of it after class.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Days last between 36 and 48 hours. That means I'll be able to abstain from voting at this moment. I might have posted but Fea's save leads me to believe I could mess something up.

Won't be back tonight: think razzle and dazzle. :D

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

'Mer, thanks for not posting right away. If you post before I do, know that my plans for Alli and Aimè's conversation were/are something like "And then Aimè and Alli spoke in secret for a short time before returning to the issues at hand and acting like they had no idea why they were being eyed by the suspicious village."

We can work out the details later. Right now, it's more fun to delay the inevitable. How am I doing with it?

EDIT: I've posted their "secret conversation" up. I hope it's sufficiently fun. 'Mer, check your PMs.

[littlemanpoet]

Awww, a romance. How sweeeet. :p It is now night time in Dol Gaurgauroth. You guys are still assuming too much. Werewolves, Seer, Ranger, and Hunter, let me know your picks. As soon as I have them, I'll take care of business, it will be Day again.

[the guy who be short]

Does the above "subliminal" message worry anybody?

And that's just mean, Elempi.

[Celuien]

Does the above "subliminal" message worry anybody?

Yep. Sure does. Though it gives me an idea for the next post...

[the guy who be short]

Though it gives me an idea for the next post...I'm working it into the idea I had for my next post. Expect oddity. :D

[Kath]

What? No werewolves? Then who is killing everyone each night?

[the guy who be short]

*Points at nasty Elempi*

He can talk from beyond the grave. He must be a zombie!

[littlemanpoet]

What fun. :D

Not subliminal enough, I guess, but you guys weren't going to get it; or if you did, you were going to believe you couldn't break the rules without failing the challenge.

Who's killing the innocents? Why, the Dweomer of course. Anakron is not a wizard; he is merely the current conveyor of the dweomer. Granted, it's quite a powerful role...... :smokin:

[Encaitare]

Wilhelmina and Fléin are having a little chat. Incidentally, I was bored a few days ago and drew a picture of Wilhelmina in my notebook... I think she came out pretty much the way I imagine her. Clickety if you wish. (http://photobucket.com/albums/y2/ElvenPirate41/Random%20Stuff/?action=view&current=wilhelmina.jpg)

[Celuien]

Okay, there's Panakeia's take on the 'No werewolves' issue. She might be crazy, or she might not be... :D

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Phantom, I've never read or seen Harry Potter so didn't exactly understand that Scot joke. Care to enlighten me? :D

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

'Mer, he had Tom take on the characteristics of the prejudiced Draco Malfoy that he plays. Malfoy hates Muggles (non-magic folk) and Mudbloods (half-blood wizards) for lack of purity. Apparently Scots aren't pure now. :p

Ah, and I've brought Tom back to life. Actually, I just showed that he never died. You see, I'm not done with him. Please don't kill him again or I'll have to be even more resourceful in getting him back.

[littlemanpoet]

Silly, if I kill off a character that I know you need, I can bring him back. I'll read and see if you need to edit.

[littlemanpoet]

Nothing like writing yourself into a corner, Fea. Most complicated, this thing with Tom Felton. I'll leave you the option. You can either leave your post as is and wrack your creative brains for how it all fits together, or you can edit out the whole simulation thing and let me do what I was planning anyway. Your choice. It don't make me no nevermind.

[littlemanpoet]

Okay, there's Panakeia's take on the 'No werewolves' issue. She might be crazy, or she might not be... :D
So you're that much of a Trekkie yourself, eh? ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Yes, the Tom thing is complicated, but no I didn't write myself into a corner. What makes you think that? In actuality, it all fits together nicely.

And what were you planning for him? It might work out better than what I did, though I slightly doubt that you could have given me a better opening. :D

[the guy who be short]

Encai - that drawing's wonderful! It's more or less how I imagine Wilhelmina, though in my mind she was rounder, more wrinkly, and her hat was even bigger. :p

The entire lesbian thing has come to an end now. Fea, do what you will. Oh, buggrit, I forgot something! I'm just gonna edit the last post and put the Wilhelmina thing in, Fea!

[Celuien]

So you're that much of a Trekkie yourself, eh? ;)

Undoubtably. :)

Worth a trip to the U of M psychiatric ward?

[Encaitare]

Encai - that drawing's wonderful! It's more or less how I imagine Wilhelmina, though in my mind she was rounder, more wrinkly, and her hat was even bigger. :p

Haha, same here. I originally imagined her like some kind of tripped-out Strega Nona. :D

[the phantom]

I don't have time to add anything myself, so could someone write Mardil into the day just a tad? You don't have to- just if you get the chance.

If you choose to, have Mardil go off by himself to his hut and stay there all day.

Perhaps one of the members of the party, especially Sai or Alli (since Mardil's been around them the most), or maybe both together, could drop by briefly to see what I'm up to (Alli by herself would be less likely seeing as she's not feeling terribly cozy with Mardil right now). When whoever shows up, have Mardil say some polite version of "go away".

Have your character not obey Mardil's request though, and instead continue trying to talk him into coming out and joining everyone else (because they're having a fun little cookout or something). Have Mardil get annoyed and say something like "I'm trying to get some work done in here, child, so run along and play," and finally after further prodding, "If I have to tell you to leave me alone one more time I'm going to drag you into the woods and tie you to a tree!"

Not that Mardil really would do this- he would just really like to, and if you continue to push his buttons he will indeed do something, but not so extreme. For instance, he might knick you with one of his knives that has been coated in a strong sleep draught. But I'm hoping none of you push Mardil that far.

After your encounter with him, your character is welcome to speculate on why in the world Mardil is wanting to be left alone and seems to be so irritable.

When Mardil comes out late in the day to grab some food, the only person who manages to get a word out of him is Fléin, who for a short time discusses military tactics with Mardil.

[the guy who be short]

Fléin's a little involved in his own side-plot now (I know I dragged Alli in, but I'll try to keep it more to myself cos Alli already has one...) so I'm not sure if we can have that little chat, tp. Perhaps if the day lasts a while, we could.

By the way, Illamatar is Quenya for The Llama Father. Cool, eh? :D

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Very tidy, TGWBS.

Anything you need Alli to do, feel free. Just... you know... if it's too outrageous, run it by me first. You know I'll probably say yes.

[the guy who be short]

Anything you need Alli to do, feel free. Just... you know... if it's too outrageous, run it by me first. You know I'll probably say yes.More outrageous than being possessed by Illamatar, pretending to be a lesbian or having close relations with Khamul? ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Exactly. :D

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Hope I didn't throw a curveball on any plans you might have with that post of mine.

Tradition, after all. :D

[littlemanpoet]

Yes, the Tom thing is complicated, but no I didn't write myself into a corner. What makes you think that? In actuality, it all fits together nicely.

And what were you planning for him? It might work out better than what I did, though I slightly doubt that you could have given me a better opening. :D
If Tom's "death" worked into your plans, all the better. I had a simple solution, which I'm not going to reveal; you'll have to wait and see. :p

So you're that much of a Trekkie yourself, eh?
Undoubtably. ... Worth a trip to the U of M psychiatric ward?We'll have to see what we can arrange..... ;)

[littlemanpoet]

I haven't time to read everything that has gotten written since yesterday afternoon (Saturday), so this Day is being extended until Monday 6 pm eastern standard. Do with it what you will. I hope to be able to catch up by then.

[Kath]

Hope I didn't throw a curveball on any plans you might have with that post of mine.
If need be we can just get Fléin to say that mad people aren't eligible to vote. He seems like the type to believe that.

[Durelin]

Sorry for my absence these past few days. The 'RL demon' has smitten me, as ever. I will try to get Valde back in the action somehow, very very soon....

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Darn that RL Demon... pain in the bum, is he not? Can't wait to see what's going tragically through Valde's brow-adorned head.

[littlemanpoet]

Nilpy, that was an incredibly delicious post. :D

Guy, what the Dickens are you up to? If you're not careful, I'm going to have to introduce Seeyesil Ooiss... Can't wait to find out what a Slan is.

Wrapping up shortly, sorry for the delay, too much of a RL weekend for my tastes, not to mention inconsistent internet access. :mad:

[littlemanpoet]

Okay, the final test will be introduced on the rpg thread tomorrow when I get a chance to post it up. It's too late to do more tonight.

I'll prepare you this much. It'll be at the University Hospital of Mordor at Urukapolis, a city that has grown up between two towers formerly known as Cirith Ungol and Minas Morgul. These two towers are now painted ivory, and are the abodes of pedantic trolls. The university town is a sprawling mess of walkways through delved tunnels, as well as over top of the mountains, and the class rooms and buildings are the mountains between the two towers themselves.

Each of you will be assigned one crash course, a physical, and a psychological exam. These three aspects of Test Number 5 will be administered not consecutively, but intermittently through each other. Your physical will be on the first day of class, interrupting your lesson; and the physical WILL reveal something that will have to be corrected in order to be able to get out of Mordor. Same goes for your psychological sessions; it'll happen somewhere during the week, and some sort of "treatment" will be administered. Get ready to say 'hi' to Sigmund. So classes will run for five days, with a final exam on Saturday. These days will be game days rather than real days.

Oh, and there must be a pitched battle between teens and parents somewhere in the midst of all this, per request from Fea, and featuring SpaM as the leader of the parents.

I hope that's enough to whet your appetites. This may go longer than a week, too, but should be wrapped up soon after.

NOTE: your posting does not have to reflect all six days. The Surgeon in Charge, Psychologist in Charge, and Professor in Charge, will dictate the passage of time for you. You just start on Monday and go from there. Hope that works.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Oh dear... LMP, can I beg a favor?

Can we delay the trip to Urukapolis just long enough for Eomer and I to fit in a couple more Dol Gaurgoroth posts? It shouldn't take long...

Eomer, check your PMs. Let's get this show on the road.

[littlemanpoet]

Oh dear... LMP, can I beg a favor?

Can we delay the trip to Urukapolis just long enough for Eomer and I to fit in a couple more Dol Gaurgoroth posts? It shouldn't take long... No problem. I'm having a hard enough time finding the time to put to this as it is. I'll wait until late afternoon Tuesday 1/24; tell me if you need more time than that.

[the guy who be short]

Oh, and there must be a pitched battle between teens and parents somewhere in the midst of all this, per request from Fea, and featuring SpaM as the leader of the parentsWorry not. Already the Diminuitive One has given thought to such ideas. The Last Battle is coming, don't you know? ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

No problem. I'm having a hard enough time finding the time to put to this as it is. I'll wait until late afternoon Tuesday 1/24; tell me if you need more time than that. Thanks. Eomer and I are simply finishing up a few details that require this setting and then we'll be ready to move on. It'll all make sense (I hope) at the end. Or actually, maybe sooner.

EDIT: I've just found out that a bit of fun I'm having (a friend and I are painting a mural in the kid's wing at a local hospital) starts this afternoon, so I'm not sure what time I'll be back. Can we delay the change until tomorrow?

And yes, I'm aware that I'm being a pain.

[Encaitare]

LMP, will those of us who failed to properly complete Challenge 3 have to do so during this time as well?

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Hmm. I had a bunch of people hanging outside street corners after dark, which slightly contradicted what TGWBS said. Not a major problem, is it?

We all know that such behaviour belongs in Mordor. ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

'Mer, my turn?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Mario sighting, check. Illamatar encounter, check.

Let's carry on, shall we?

:D

PS: Is anybody starting to go "oh!"? By the way, Kath, thanks much for that J.Lo. opening. It worked so perfectly...

[littlemanpoet]

LMP, will those of us who failed to properly complete Challenge 3 have to do so during this time as well?
Yup, you'll have to fit it in somehow.

I've just found out that a bit of fun I'm having (a friend and I are painting a mural in the kid's wing at a local hospital) starts this afternoon, so I'm not sure what time I'll be back. Can we delay the change until tomorrow?

And yes, I'm aware that I'm being a pain.Yes, you are. ;) We can delay the change. I'm still waiting on a hoped for reply from somebody anyway....

Worry not. Already the Diminuitive One has given thought to such ideas. The Last Battle is coming, don't you know? Oh no! :eek: Now you're spooking me, Guy. Just what the Dickens are you working up anyway? And are you going to have Fléin wind up in a dark and dismal stable in which flowers are believed to be horse dung? ;)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

I no longer need the delay. I wasn't certain what time I'd get back (turned out earlier than expected) or what time 'Mer would be posting his Sighting (turned out early), but it's all taken care of.

The rest won't happen until the next Task. :D

[littlemanpoet]

I no longer need the delay. I wasn't certain what time I'd get back (turned out earlier than expected) or what time 'Mer would be posting his Sighting (turned out early), but it's all taken care of.

The rest won't happen until the next Task. :D
Then we'll move ahead, without the reply I was hoping for. I've got a contingency plan in that regard. Onward!

[littlemanpoet]

Okay, everybody pile off to meet Dr. Hookbill. Have conversations. Question his professional expertise. Watch him cry. Feel yourselves doomed. :D Get your appointment. Hookbill is in charge of the physicals and surgeries; let him post what surgery you will undergo. Then move on to Shelob's Lair where you'll meet Sigmund. You get to write all of that one. Then down to the registrar's office, where you get your course assigned. Describe as you like. I have your course list. You'll find out as soon as I have my home computer in front of me. It is subject to change for reasons I'm not willing to share.....

Have at it!

[the guy who be short]

Oh no! :eek: Now you're spooking me, Guy. Just what the Dickens are you working up anyway? And are you going to have Fléin wind up in a dark and dismal stable in which flowers are believed to be horse dung? Check your PMs, LMP. Well, actually, don't check them just at the moment. Check them later, after I've sent you the PM I'm referring to here. :)

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Well, the rather incompetent doctor Hookbill will be attending to ailments. Real and imaginary. Don't be surprised if you end up with less (or more) limbs than you began with.
If there is any aliment you want me to diagnose you (or someone else) with, PM me, I'll then apply it to the posts... If I think it's funny enough. ;)

[the guy who be short]

I would post but I'm not exactly sure what's happening. Is Hookbill seeing us one by one or all together? Is he planning appointments, or treating us now?

[Hookbill the Goomba]

I'll see three people, and then I'll do three simultaneous operations in one post... with hilarious consequences. This just makes it a little easier for me. Sorry, I have exams at the moment. But I'll try my best.

[littlemanpoet]

Thanks for taking this on, Hookbill. Whatever you need me to help with, just let me know, either here or by PM, depending on what you feel is appropriate.

[littlemanpoet]

...so hard my gut hurts. Excuse me while I wipe the tears from my eyes. I haven't laughed that hard in Ages. :D

Hookbill, if there is a second incarnation of ATM (ahem), you really ought to be one of the player/writers. That was absolutely amazing, and it was only the first patient! :eek: :D

By the way, your nurse is a Mary Sue, who has acted quite within character so far. Now she just needs to try to save the day....

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

May I reserve the last visit for Alli?

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Hookbill finishes his latest diagnosis by trying to escape through the window. The next patient needs to come in and point out that there is a five hundred foot drop to the floor. :D

I'll try and incorporate this Mary Sue into the operating theatre; I have some ideas tossing around in my brain that I'll try out. Don't be surprised if Hookbill has to take the 'textbook' into the operations. ;)

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Right. Operations are done... some how.

The next patients may visit the good (or not so good) Doctor.

[Kath]

Once we've been attacked - oh sorry operated on - by Doctor Hookbill may we go on to the psychological part lmp?

[Durelin]

I'm so sorry... Family issues, school issues, and now back problems have made my life rather impossible now. One after another, my plans for posting were ruined. I'm afraid my biggest problem at the moment is that I seem to have somehow sprained my back. I know it sounds absurd, but I did manage it, somehow...

I'm so sorry it seems like I have abandoned this game, but really I've been thinking about it pretty constantly. It's been rather plaguing me that I have not been able to post. Hopefully everything will be better very soon. Hopefully even by tomorrow. I've never been a very optimistic person, though, and never have found any reason to be.

My apologies to everyone, particularly to Celuien for Valde's ignoring Panakeia, and lmp, because his game deserves much much more activity from me.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

No worries, Durelin. Things happen. Feel better!

[Celuien]

Feel better soon, Durelin!

[Encaitare]

Don't worry about it, Durelin. Feel better, my dear! :)

[littlemanpoet]

Once we've been attacked - oh sorry operated on - by Doctor Hookbill may we go on to the psychological part lmp?

Most certainly. Nothing is holding you up save perhaps post-surgery aches and pains, which I had better see developed in future posts, or Anakron will lower your scores. ;)

I seem to have somehow sprained my back. Outch! Sorry to hear it! Get well! And by the ministrations of others than Dr. Hookbill! :eek:

By the by, Hookbill, maybe this back idea can be worked into Valde's physical, seeming rather appropriate somehow to his persona ... what say you? (unless you've already come up with a better idea)

[Hookbill the Goomba]

By the by, Hookbill, maybe this back idea can be worked into Valde's physical, seeming rather appropriate somehow to his persona ... what say you? (unless you've already come up with a better idea)

I'll see what I can come up with. ;)

[the guy who be short]

Fanfiction crossovers have been sent to Mordor, incase you are wondering. :)

[littlemanpoet]

Okay, you guys are certifiable. :D

But tell me, what's going to happen next? Any ideas? Are we going to bring in Carl Jung to read Freud's entrails, and continue the psycho(!)analysis in his place?

And one more thing: It's 1/30 today. We were supposed to be done by now, but from what I've heard before, we can let this run until Feb. 7. That's the end date. Any questions? Remonstrations? etc? Speak quick as you can.

[Kath]

That's fine with me!

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Just wondering how many more people need to have physicals and surgery?

[the guy who be short]

No reason why Mr Freud cannot be inflated again, is there?

A Slan was going to cameo in that post, but I had to cut it short due to time constraints.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Do we have to end? *looks puppy eyed and pleading*

This is the most fun I've ever had writing, and that's saying something.

Eh, I suppose that end we must. At least I've things to look forward to. :D

Ah, and TGWBS, I tried to rep that last post but the rep system is driving me absolutely insane. I feel like assigning it... :mad:

[Durelin]

Hopefully I'll have a post up tomorrow.

Sorry to ask this horribly ignorant question that shows just how much reading up I have to do: Has Valde been seen by the good doctor yet?

And having Carl Jung and Freud together would be quite amusing...

[littlemanpoet]

Just wondering how many more people need to have physicals and surgery?

Abused by the indefatigable Hookbill:

Sai
Fléin
Panakeia? - she got off light?
Wilhelmina
Alli

Yet to be abused:

Mardil
Valde

Durelin, you may have both Freud and Jung together if you wish. That'll be interesting.

And somehow we have to squeeze in a student vs. parent battle, classes (I have them all figured out), a Saturday Final exam, and waking up too early for class. Shee!

[Celuien]

Abused by the indefatigable Hookbill:
Panakeia? - she got off light?


Well, we haven't seen the surgery yet...

[the phantom]

Just so you know, Mardil's psych exam is not going to go well at all. He might even get locked up.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Oh dear. Can't wait.

[littlemanpoet]

sorry, computer glitches yesterday..... I'll have your class assignments up later today. the phantom already came up with his own, but it was so close to my own idea anyway, I'll let it ride.

One extra heart removed, Celuien; what does that mean regarding Panakeia's 12 year old conscience?

[the phantom]

By the way, Mardil's class with Katie the TA- it's based on a true story. :p

[the phantom]

Just read your post, HB. Funny, as usual. Would you like me to provide you with a way to still be alive, or are you wanting to die?

Mardil, after making a few simple requests, goes willingly along with the dozen or so orcs who come to arrest him. My next post will cover the arrest and Mardil's arrival at the West Morgul Correctional Center.

He will get his psych eval while he is there.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Hook, are you done with Alli? If so, I'll get her on over to... well... her psych screening. It should go wonderfully, depending on perspective.

Eomer... any time you want for that Thing we've got planned.

[littlemanpoet]

I've changed my mind, the phantom,but it shouldn't affect the meat of your post in any important way. Still, because I'm that vain, I'd like you to change the name of the course you took to that which is listed below:

Mardil - Approaches to Rulership: Machiavenethor, Wyn Stone Kerkdil, and Plâtrond Compared
Alli - Theology of Dollar Llama
Sai - Grammar and Diction in Modern Orcish (English)
Fléin - Self Defense for Short People
Panakeia - Sales and Marketing in a Futile System
Valde - Interpretive Drama: Shakespeardil on Mordway
Wilhelmina - Old Timers Dizeaze and How to Cope

Have at it; create crazy lectures, trippy quizzes, ridiculous professors (don't forget they're all trolls), whatever. I wait to be entertained. :D

[Celuien]

One extra heart removed, Celuien; what does that mean regarding Panakeia's 12 year old conscience?

Metaphors, metaphors. :D Panakeia couldn't possibly get off that easily.

Oh, and, umm, Panakeia has merely exploited a loophole in the system along with the Orc's laziness about correcting errors. Her escape is entirely legitimate.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Yes, Alli has finished her surgery.

I decided to kill the character off for several reasons.

1) I was running out of ideas
2) I think people wanted to move on to the next place and
3) I couldn't think of a proper way for Hookbill to escape from Mordor.

Have fun with the rest of the game, folks. If there are any diagnosis I have missed, then just assume the nurse saw them and said they had 'not so sever Arctic Heartic'. :p

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Beautiful work, Hook. I loved it all.

[littlemanpoet]

Let's hear it! APPLAUSE for the great Doctor Hookbill!

Quite the read. :D

... you really oughta be in an ensuing incarnation of ATM...

[the phantom]

I'd like you to change the name of the course you took
It will be done, Milord.

I will try to work in some of the course material. Perhaps Mardil can quote "Machiavenethor" during his psych eval.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Let's hear it! APPLAUSE for the great Doctor Hookbill!

Quite the read. :D

... you really oughta be in an ensuing incarnation of ATM...

*Bows* *its actually quite hard to do that when dead*. :D

I would love to be in an ensuing incarnation of Mordorian assignments. :)

[Durelin]

I fail.

Sorry again...I will have a post up sometime this evening or tomorrow evening. Forget about physics. :p

So I guess I have Shakespeare to butcher...more...again? Hmmm...

[the phantom]

Alli bumped into Mardil on her way out the door.
How did that happen, m'dear? Mardil is at the hospital and will be taken to jail soon. How did he come to be at the University of Mordor?

I had planned on taking Mardil to jail, getting his psych eval there, and then finally putting him on trial. But if you have a use for him just tell me and I'll get him through all that as quickly as possible.

[Kath]

Pfft, fine. Work, work, work :p

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Maybe he has a twin? :p

Sorry... first name that came to mind. I'll go edit it.

[littlemanpoet]

"He is dead," he sobbed to himself. "And I didn't even get to know him."Interesting.

"Oh, he doesn't actually exist," Fléin replied bitterly. "Just a delusion, don't worry yourself."Fascinating!

The next half an hour was spent recanting Fléin's brief relationship with A SlanMost exceedingly mystifying! Is that a Freudian slip, or did you intend it?

[the guy who be short]

Eeek! Freudian slip indeed. I meant recounting... I shall go edit that.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Save filled. Poor Alli...

[Celuien]

Okay, the guy who be vertically challenged. Panakeia is now Pan Akeia. Just for you. :D

[the guy who be short]

Okay, the guy who be vertically challenged. Panakeia is now Pan Akeia. Just for you. :D:D Ah, the joys of punnery!

[littlemanpoet]

The official end date for ATM (originally mid-January) was February 7. But a lot of you seem far from finished. Please post up and say the last date that you can be involved in this, and based (in part) on that, I'll post up a new official end date.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

By February 16th is best for me, but I can find internet time after if I must.

When does the war begin? And Aimè, we're still good for that last bit of fun, yes? Again, post it where you want it.

[Kath]

Well, I'm off to Iceland on the 10th, but will be back on the 15th, so if it's ok to just stick Sai somewhere for a few days and leave her be then I can pick her up again when I come back.

[Durelin]

I'm good for the long run, especially if no more projects come up. :rolleyes: ;)