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

I'd pick up the story thread but I seem to have lost my creative tweesers lately.

That's alright... I'll just keep staring angrily at everybody else around until somebody does it.

*stare*

*stare*

*stare*




After 2legs rewrites his bit of course!

Sorry folks. *unstare* *unstare* *unstare*

yeh, err, was busy moving the dustbunnies about and hoovering and avoiding the mushrooms, can probably have a bash tomorrow and then you can have a free for all on it whilst I'm off for the week n i g h t h o o v e r

I'm lost. Where's the toilet?

Next the cupboard that contains the holey hoover of the night

Traveller in Time on his head
"Hi there, we have some great refreshment rooms down the corridor just take a left at < A127469 > down the stairs for < A358841 > and then you get back here by aiming for < A836714 >.
Sa yap raya on < A660674 > "

yea fhrilly so

I'll not change it much.... just not let Bob just walk in and ruin a 'potential' for 'plot' development.....

** ** **
Her absence, or at least her seeming non presence in Joe's was exactly one of 'those things'.
'One of those things', which, a few days previous would have again set me off into a barrage of hidiously mundaine pointless thinkings that ultimately seemed
to have sent me off into falling unconscious or loosing what little grip I had on reality.
I seemed to be coping better, after all I pondered, was I not the decetive who single handily uncovered the largest ever mushroom smuggling ring in the
South?
I pondered this for a while, munched on the pizza, and realised I wasn't, I was a lo down second rate dic who was facing bankrupcy and this case was ment
to be the turning point in my failing career.
I took a firm grip on the pizza, took another bite and came to a momentus desicion.
I finished the pizza, downed the beer, and as an afterthought orderred two double strength tripple cafine black coffees which I drank one after the other.
I stood up, paid the delightful girl and made to make a move.
It was then I noticed.
The girl, her face, she was, she was,
Get a grip!
I couldn't just keep doing this, there was no way, no way at all she could look like.....
forcibably preventing that line of investigation developing any further I walked back into the ladies

*thinks: Post 1400. Not even halfway.*

*sigh*

*thinks more: hmm, three years on Saturday though, it would appear*

Mol

N I G H T H O O V E R
N-I-G-H-T-H-O-O-V-E-R
N**I**G**H**T**H**O**O**V**E**R

Well? Isn't anybody going to continue the story?

*Stares pointedly at people*





Oh, and by the way, have a look at this: F1856945?thread=486004&latest=1#p5843695. Here is a fine example of absolutely insane and incoherent writing, the kind that was quite common in the beginning of this thread... I wonder what this fellow was on (and yes, I did read the whole post. Not one bit of it makes any sense).

I don't think I can pick up the story - my artistic licence has expired...

As for that thread -

Can it really be almost three years since N i g h t h o o v e r first came unto us?

Where am I??

Must be lost.....

If we find you we'll let you know.

Though in a way, we are all lost. Wandering around in a mist of uncertainty, in the darkest hours of the night, all of us, just waiting to see the light, that little red 'on' light on that majestic hoover that will deliver us, and maybe deliver some pizza too because you get really hungry when you wander around in the dark for three years or so.

Is there a complete works somewhere where the full story is at?

Can the full story ever truly be known, in the absence of our prophet?

Shagrath... which story are you looking for. As the post cleans them up a bit "Night of the Hoover" is here: A2965188

But for the unabridged and un spell checked "Night of teh Hoover" you can find the whole thing here: A2406304

Any other stories I guess go here: F19585?thread=143046
(and take a sack lunch)

Well, the version I compiled was spellchecked too, I just left the 'teh' since it's some sort of a nighthooverite (or is that 2legsite?) trademark...

Anyway, since there seem to be no others willing to continue the story *stare* I'll go on with the next bit. So let's see:

'forcibably preventing that line of investigation developing any further I walked back into the ladies'

...but whatever it was that got me into Joe's last time, this time it didn't work. I hurried out again, feeling like a trapped badger and mumbling an embarassed 'no I'm not a pervert I've got bad eyesight', and suddenly found myself face to face - or rather, face to chest - with an uncomfortably familiar character.
'Hi there!' said the annoyingly over-friendly voice of Rolf Hergensheimer. 'Where've you been to? Me and Bob have been as nervous as a skinless snake in a festival!'
I groaned.

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