What do you assign to Mordor?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

And, even when the trains are running on a regular basis during the rush hour, the sheer volume of people that use it means that platforms are already 4 or 5 deep when you arrive, so you have to stare blankly at 3 or 4 unimaginably crowded trains (from which no one ever seems to disembark at the station you are waiting at) before managing finally to cram yourself into a gap 2 foot by two foot when you get fed up of waiting.

And here I thought that the Boston underground was... fun. If your idea of fun is being packed tighter than if you'd been tossed into a heap and gravity was allowed to condense you. I remember being wedged between three guys... two friends and a stranger. One friend had his arm around me to keep me from falling, as he had a decent hold on something solid, but I still lost balance a lot and seem to remember the stranger getting to know me better than I'd have hoped for. At least it's pretty clean though.

Conassignation: having your personal space bubble desecrated underground.

Originally Posted by Formy

Therefore, I consign to Mordor not having enough money, or not likely having enough money to both travel during the summer and go to school the year after without a loan.

Okay, a probably common dilemma, I admit, but one that should still be sent to Mordor.

Common enough that it's shared with me, m'dear.

Conassignation: being a poor college kid (my wallet is empty save a few pennies, nickels, and several forms of ID); being unable to travel because of it; the over-priced everything of Connecticut and the suburbanites that often hail from there; loving friends that are unintentionally clueless about things like money (only to be sent long enough for them to get a picture of what it's like to know that you could never have afforded your dream school if they hadn't given you a colossal scholarship to attend... and even then, it's a stretch... instead of "Oh, my daddy's paying for it.").

[the guy who be short]

For ease, I will now send bigots and close-minded people. As well as confusing somebody's sexuality, most embarassing, I assure you.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Come now, TGWBS, are you really annoyed, or do you have less legitimate plans for making use of this wonderful thread?

By the way, I assign llamas.

[the guy who be short]

Come now. While I may have ulterior motives, bigots and close-minded people should really learn their lesson. If you don't agree with somebody's views, fair enough. But there is no argument for imposing your will on somebody else.

And, for your information, confusing people's sexuality is rather awkward and embarassing. And thus goes to Mordor.

Now what reason could you possibly have for sending cute, fluffy llamas to the Black Land?

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Because, dear boy, I absolutely hate llamas. They serve no practical purpose good enough to convince me that their horrible eyes (there are no whites to them!) are not glaring at me, getting ready to hawk a huge loogie (another thing that should be assigned... that sound is the skeeviest thing in the history of the world) at me, don't deserve Mordorian Assignation. They are always watching you. They are stupid looking. They spit. They step on you for the fun of it. They're creepy, huge, and their only redeeming quality is that they inspired the Song.

I'm surprised I've never assigned them before. Llamas simply annoy me. And skeeve me out. They're worse than chickens.

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

Losing a long post as you click Reply because your Downs connection goes awry. What a horrible feeling. Twenty minutes wasted.

[Kath]

I'll second Eomer's assignation, but just mention that the countermeasure (write it in Word first and copy and paste) should be sent to the Shire as it has saved many an RPG post in recent months!

I'll also send the school computer system. It no longer lets me on here! For years I've managed to get round the censors but no more. Apparently this site isn't educational enough. Pshaw.

Oh, and my Psychology teacher again (just in case she managed to break out somehow). The woman is just "I will not carry other subjects" she says, meaning that she will give us 4 huge homeworks to finish in the week we have major exams. I mean real ones not mocks. Anyone would think she didn't want us getting good grades