h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

H2G2 needs a storage facility, so we can put sound files on the net. It would be useful now, and I'm sure that sometime in the future it will save the life of some hiker. Seriously, though, how does a sassy robot sound? And what kind of stereotype are we talking about?

Well it is not really what the robot says. It is mainly the voice used. I would have to describe the sassy robot voice as the very stereotypical gay man (I am seriously not trying to offend anyone). And would probably say things like: this whole thing is fubar, sailor! That is more for a sassy robot in the navy though. In case you are unfamiliar with the stereotypical gay man on tv, well they usually have a feminine voice (I am describing the way stereotype acts, not the actual social group). And you just have to add in sassy lines like "talk to the hand cuz the face don't wanna listen!"

Good thing for you that the whole army (or the whole gam of mauve or green weasles) don't all have speaking parts.

'Nonnie

If every weasel (mauve or otherwise) that we've mentioned, don't even think about implied, had just one line, the story wouldn't have advanced this far.

Come to think of it, I wouldn't exactly say that the story has advanced. It's been over seven hundred posts (roughly) and they aren't even halfway across the yellow brick road! Just out of my morbid curiosity, think anyone will attempt to kill the story again?

well whenever you get people together like this a person always thinks it is hilarious to say and then the world ended. Once in a class a long time ago we did something like this and I was sitting next to someone who kept writing "and then the world blew up" I had to make weird ways to continue the story like "well the world didn't really blow up it was just an expressive way of demonstrating the emotional problems faced by the dog"

Of course, whenever that happens, we always have great ways of getting out of it.

first researcher-The End

NEXT RESEARCHER-, said Merlin to the mauve weasel.

I believe the more pressing question is, is this a story that will ever end? OR is it a curse that, even as we lay on our deathbeds, we feel indebted to continue contributing?

I think it is the later. Well, I can't wait to see where the story is, twelve hours before I die!

(son of a gosh darn monkey poop nuggets! I wrote a nice reply and halfway through I accidently hit something. Then when I reach the end and hit post it says I already posted. So I go and check to see if I did reply, and my reply isn't there. SO now I have to start over!!!)
The story becomes unrecognizable to anyone who leaves for over a day. I wonder how many changes it has had since the beginning.

And now on a semi unrelated matter, The Story of How I became one of the Writers:
It was only a week or two after I had joined H2G2. I was looking through "ask H2G2" and suddenly an odd link about something being a good idea caught my attention. I clicked and suddenly a huge loading process began. As it continued I read the first few replies and chuckled a bit. I read on for dozens of replies before finally quiting and starting to just skim downward. I would stop at a random reply and read. The story had changed a lot, I kept seeing beaches, imacs, fruits for eyes, some person named Lucyintheskywithdiamonds, and a then unnamed wizard.
Finally I just skipped to the last few posts and luckily for me I learned that someone had just made "chapter 2" I checked it out and became the second person to add to the story there. I managed to join without anyone noticing.
And that is how I ended up forever stuck writing in a never ending tale of insanity being written by a bunch of loopy foreignors.
(No offense, just wanted funny ending)

You SKIPPED posts??????????????????

I'll admit that it may have been taking a while to load, but how could you skip posts? I *FORCED* myself to sit down and read all the backlog. And I enjoyed it!

Well I did actually read a lot of it but I was new to H2G2 and started browsing towards the end. I didn't skip too much but I did skip some. I just am not a patient person. I certainly thought they were funny, I didn't even think I would be a writer then. Oh I see, black ball me then don't you. Fine, now I have no reason to live (BANG! body falls to floor)

Skipping post, huh? What if you missed something really essential?
Oh well... done is done..

If you pay attention to the story then you realize that what happened 15 posts ago has very little relevance to what going on now. Also I noticed the other story had a bit of a trend going on of repeating weasel plots and weird beaches with fruit for eyes. Which reminds me, SPANDEX!!

CA-ME-OH!!!
CA-ME-OH!!!
CA-ME-OH!!!

CAMEOCAMEOCAMEOCAMEOCAMEOCAMEOCAMEO!!!

SPANDEX!!!! SPOOON!!!!!!
POOP NUGGETS!!! do not try to think about the phrase poop nuggets for too long or a blood vessel in your head will explode. I feel like writing a little before I get to bed so:
I guess that the shedunnit story was a bit boring It just kinda feels weird to let it sit there so abandoned. It was like a little child who was trying to soar for the sky, but we kicked it in the groin and it plummeted off my most recent conversations spot on my homepage.

RANDOM CONVERSATION GENERATOR: Did you hear about or watch that tv show "who wants to marry a multi-millionaire?" on FOX. I swear, a description of that show should be put down next to sleaze in the dictionary.

RANDOM CONVERSATION GENERATOR: I have been spending some time lately reading online tutorials on JavaScript. It is pretty interesting what you can accomplish with some basic commands. I myself haven't found too much of use yet but It's nice to actually use the net for learning. ("When are you going to use your javascript powers for porn, not evil." - My brother)

Are you ok now?

Look, I'd like to continue it myself, but that would mean that it would have to be on my "top ten" forums, so that I can think about it. Those ten forums take precedence over the others. At least for me.

Anyway, yeah, I'd like to find out how that story ends. Begins. Okay, I wanna know what happens in the middle. Besides what we've already discussed.

Wow, I must have typed some really weird stuff to be considered odd by you weasel juggling, E-major singing, sausage stuffing wackos. I just love calling people wackos. Unfortunately the average guy on the street doesn't like being maced (Not a big metal ball, the pepper spray) and called a wacko, Go Figure?

Aren't all the reaserchers writing this story a bit 'odd'?? (Funny word that.. did you know that "Odd" is a name in my country?(BTW, so it "Bent"))
Anyway, personally I like a bit odd people.. they make the world more interesting.

Odd people make the world go round, or they invest all their savings into selling onions filled with jam. I forget which.

Jam, huh?
Why jam?