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

Greetings!
Do you need a navigator by any chance?
I come from the distant galaxy of triangulum. On my home planet jobs are scarce at the moment due to an infestation of workaholics from a nearby star system.

Quite possibly they need a need a navigator, as the ship appears to be lost in the depths of time... I joined a couple of years ago and forgot to post after that. Now even Captain Al Boy and Eomando seem to have disappeared, and haven't posted anything since 2001, so the Esirpretne looks pretty much dead and gone.

The Post's list of clubs and societies - A660340 - may interest you if you still want to join something else. Hope this helps.

~~A~~

Many of the original crew are still around; most hang out around CLI (A258167)...

Try skimming the "Roswell Project" thread...

I'm sorry to hear that the ship is being abandoned; nevertheless, I am on a daring mission to accumulate as many titles as is humanly (er, hooloovooly?) possible... therefore I'd like to be the Resident Bumbler - after all, every ship needs at least one crewmember present for comic relief purposes - even though I may be too late

When they queued the pre-BBC entries for moderation they made the (dumb) decision to moderate the shorter threads first; the (huge) mission threads are therefore in moderation hell for the foreseeable future.

Last time I saw them, the entire crew of the Esirpretne were frozen in time (appropriate) while an evil super-duo (...trio ...quad ...quintet... it'll make more sense when you see it) had arranged for half the matter in the universe to become antimatter. This was either to bring the h2g2 Superheroes running to save the situation, or erase all traces of reality in the biggest explosion since the Big Bang, whichever seemed less boring in the long run. The action was taking place in 10 Forward, and only the barman was immune to the time freezing. Unfortunately, rather than saving the situation he preferred to admire his lobes in the mirror, until he was hit in the head by a thrown bottle and knocked out.

That's as I remember it, but it was over a year ago now so I'm a little hazy on some of the details.

Hello. I come from a planet called fqhoh,eoihwiohoqhwiowh@???WWW!111 or Asti23400852alpha5556903zz6483243plura. Longer, but easier to pronounce. I like fixing stuff or BURNING stuff. Perfect Refuse Desposal and Filtering officer. And I'm not sane. Does that matter?

Well, if we ever tried to make an Esirpretne II, we'd have a navigator, a bumbler, a biochemist and a pyromania--- sorry, refuse disposal and filtering officer...

~~A~~

Blimey O'Reilly.

H2G2. I'd forgotten about this place...

Um. Hi. I used to be in charge of the Esirpretne stuff. Um. I kind of drifted out of it because it got verrrry confusing and it really belonged to other people by that time. I'd also lost my cohort Eomando to (presumably) graduation and marriage.

Um. Hi.

Hey, Cap'n - long time, no see!

Good news - when the next release of the Guide happens (check the announcements page; it must be any day now) all the pre-BBC threads are going to be restored to us! You can carry on as if nothing happened...

Esirpretne, the Virtual Prez elections, it's all flooding back...