[please dont hurt me if i ruin the aura of this if..i had to skim through all 9 pages of it, and now i'm just gonna drop in.. you can use me in your post if you want, just dont degrade me)
Nice work opening with a bracket but closing with a parenthesis.sitting in the family room of his quaint suburban home, pogopunk logged on to sm.net and checked out the forums. to his dismay, less and less posts were being added each day.
You can't really expect anyone to read all 350 posts of this before jumping in for their first post. If I actually finish annotating the Gathering, I'm almost certain I will become the first person that has ever read the entire thread. Just for some perspective: Right now I'm around 20% complete, or a little less. And that's by post count; the posts in the last half of the Gathering are much longer than the posts in the first half. Twice as long on average, probably. So by word count I'm probably around 10-12% through.
In point of fact, I don't think the posts-per-day rate at the SM.Net forums declined at all (beyond normal time-of-year fluctuations) until, I don't know, 2005 or 2006. It was pretty much all the way up.wondering what happened to everybody, he went outside to check the mail. after sifting through the junk mail and bills, he came across a ragged, faded envelope. rushing inside, he took a knife and opened it up with anxiety.
'Anxiously' is the word you want.after examining the "escargo express neglected class" seal, he opened the letter inside to find an invitation to the sm.net gathering at eagleland. growing evermore excited, he scribbled out a note to his mom telling him where he had gone, and stowed away from lax to eagleland...
'Hi, Mom! I went to Africa! Don't hold up dinner for me! Be back later!'after jumping out of the plane over eagleland, pogopunk stood in awe over the festivities on the beach. after grabbing a peanut cheese bar and a royal iced tea, he sat down on the warm sand to watch the sunset..to his surprise, he saw a swarm of jellyfish approach eagleland from the west [separate from the ones luna, nathan, and tim are fighting] squinting at the wave of tentacles, pogopunk thought he saw the silhoutte of poo against the sun. he quickly ran off to warn everybody of the impending doom.
I have to admit I'm still somewhat in the dark as to how these jellyfish move around on land.
Also, this post is basically a quick recap of everything that happened in posts 1-250, right? So pogopunk is mostly trying to establish he generally knows what's going on, and hoping to jump into someone's ongoing plotline from here. For someone jumping into a gigantic IF that continues to move at a breakneck pace, he actually did a fairly good job.
Post #357, by Foppy King
"Where am I?" asked Kiyo.
"Behind Grapefruit Falls," the Foppy King replied.
"Wow! This place exists?"
"Yep."
"Wow."
Wow! This is supposed to be a complete post?
Yep.
Wow.
Post #358, by SirMontyG
"Hey Anthadd, I just realized something."
"What's that, Sir?"
"All this time the only thing between Tenda Vilage and Electro Specter is a small rock."
That's because Electro Specter, like all the other Sanctuary bosses, is interested only in protecting its Sanctuary. It could not possibly care less that a bunch of Tenda live a little ways off, so long as they leave Lumine Hall the hell alone. You don't see Shrooom! getting up one morning and deciding to go attack the Andonuts lab, do you? No. Because that would mean abandoning the Sanctuary, and protecting the Sanctuary is its job. So what you no doubt are about to read is total crap."Hmmm..."
(It's also total crap because Electro Specter is dead.)
*A loud rumbling sound is heard*
"Hey, you can't move that! I'm the strong tenda and I'm the only one who cannnyyelp!!"
Sir readys his slugger, "Hey, Ant, care to have a little fun?"
Anthadd probably won't appreciate being called 'Ant'. He tolerates 'Anth', but that's about it. They found what was left of the last guy to try to call him 'Thadd' on a few spots along the Colorado River.
Post #359, by Dr. Andonuts
(hey, finally another GoS member posted here)
GoS ('Ghosts of Starmen') was some kind of club some of the uncool kids formed so they could pretend to be cool kids. It might have had something to do with some online game or another. I don't really remember who was in it or know what became of it.Nathan suddenly vanished from the shore of Lake Tess, appeared next to pogopunk, said, "Welcome to the first annual SM.net gathering, pogopunk," and popped back in next to Lake Tess.
Brothas gotta pimp each other, you dig?He shouted into the water towards Tim, "Don't you think that Tessie can protect itself well enough? Doesn't Tessie have PSI powers, anyway?"
Quick, Nathan! Now's your chance to abscond with Luna!
Post #360, by Luna
Luna sighed. "That guy's NUTS.
Nuts for you!It's like -10 degree water, cold enough to make iceburgs, and he decides to go for a swim. Couldn't we just ask them nicely to let tessie go!?"
"Somehow I don't think they're going to buy that" Nathan mumbled. "So how about it? Can I come with you guys??"
"Yeah, feel free to join in our nutso expedition to rescue the critter that made winters famous!" Luna said, gesturing towards the bubbles where Tim had just dived in. "My idea of a vacation is NOT getting terrorized by jellyfish. What a day... Well, we might as well follow him..." pulling 2 complete sets of underwater gear from her backpack.
Tim the Monkey left her his device that instantly creates equipment. (Should I call him Bubble Tim? What do you guys think?)Nathan looked at her, clearly in suprise, but she just smiled.
"If Ness can fit a bike in his backpack, why can't I fit in a scuba set?" she grinned, pulling on the dry suit and assembling the aqualung.
Bag of Holding, baby. Accept no substitutes, and don't be fooled by imitations.
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