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

GO TO YOUR ROOM WARGAMER! YOU'RE GROUNDED! (she says in her best "mom" voice)

*A depleted uranium slug blows out a chunk of wall near to Michele.*
Tell it to the Railgun!

Well, no doubt about it. Wargamer's back to normal again.

Yeah but if he were any other way he wouldn't be our Wargamer..

Yeah, he is a one of a kind kind of guy.

And don't think you're getting on the internet young man until that wall is repaired!


(yup - he's back to normal alright!)

*snatches wargamer's gun*
i told u not to point it at ladies now didnt' i? cross>
*hits wargamer with an electro shock that paralyzes him*

Ooooh! Good hit Angelicon!

*Railgun somehow slides into a position where Angel accidentally pulls the trigger, blowing up his electro-gun and causing serious hand burns...*
Hey Angel... Can I have my Railgun back now? I don't think it likes you...

*hand heals itself automatically*
only if u promise not to point it at any more ladies

Wow! I never knew so many cobwebs could be created in just a couple of weeks!

*gets busy dusting, de-webbing, and general tidying up*

Hellllloooooo! (helllooo..helloo...elloo...) Sheesh! What an echo!
*walks over to check the time on the sun dial* Yup, it's way past time for a good spring celebration!

*Dials up the "Virgins-to-go" number... "Yes, that's correct. Yes, 42 virgins, and I need them here by Friday. Just put them on our monthly tab. Yes - Church of the Holy Tail. Okay - thank you!"*

Now for catering... hmmm... better check with Batty on that one. Let's see - we have Wargamer working ground security, and handling any repenting that needs to be done, and Angelicon on arial security. PS is in charge of the entertainment, Batty will of course be diety-like, and that leaves me to... to... oh yeah! I can handle the general mayhem! We'll leave Lurcher in charge of the confessional, and stocking the liquid refreshment.. Now, what to call this shindig...

Okay - so Friday may be a bit early - what date is good for everyone? And then we'll advertise it around h2g2! We also need a name for this event!

Better check and see if Galen is available for mass massage (or at least setting up the "sheep-check" room)

*a circle of powdered plaster 5ft across blasts out of Wargamer's wall, accompanied by the smell of Depleted Uranium, and a 2" Railgun Slug blasting out through the far wall.*
HT Help Me!

* exits to a quieter forum *
No offense, just weary of loud noises..

*wanders back into the Church coughing, sputtering and waving away smoke from the blast*

A shindig is an excellent idea, Michele! How about the 'Poets Wiggle' or some such thing for the title?? I've finally got internet access set up here and am ready to party!!!

*makes a shopping list for the party - , foie gras, (well it should have a smiley!), caviar, , 'sissy food' (as my 'redneck stepdaddy likes to call it), , , , , , , , , , , , , , , (what can I say, more food than booze smileys), etc. etc...*

YAY! We just need to pick a day when all the HT'ers can be here. Wargamer isn't available on Friday, and I havn't seen hide nor hair of Galen in the past couple of days. PS was rather quiet today also...

I'll make it a point to be ready... hopefully..

Gee, I guess that means we may have to order in more food - in case we need to feed the virgins for a few more days...

nah... they're all watching their figures in hopes of finally getting.. never mind...