The Nonsense thread

[|O__________o|-robojones]

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[fat ralphy]

[boxcarrapist]

[where]

this world is my easter egg, prepare to die.

[Milk Grenades]

"It's all fun and games until somebody gets raped!"

[BLU]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IheUNcuF700

[thealmighty...]

[BLU]

[smashed tangerine]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y96w1q3Ip8c

 

You can lick-a-shot, You can lick-a-shot, PUM PUM.

You can lick-a-shot, You can lick-a-shot, PUM PUM.

You can lick-a-shot, You can lick-a-shot...

 

Here's a DJ about to mash it up...

[wisetuxedo]

[CALIgula]

 

harry plopper

[gnarwalker]

smash sandy

[CreepShow]

[NineMil]

[Milk Grenades]

[YearzOne]

get a grip

[SMdoubleXL]

[boxcarrapist]

[YearzOne]

[YearzOne]

[boxcarrapist]

[|O__________o|-robojones]

check this

 

 

http://www.12ozprophet.com/forum/member.php?u=174721

 

 

hmmmmm

[Tavaruawon]

Uhh wat...?

[KILZ FILLZ]

thread wins

[Tavaruawon]

...

"They're made out of meat."

 

"Meat?"

 

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

 

"Meat?"

 

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

 

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

 

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

 

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

 

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

 

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

 

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

 

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

 

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

 

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

 

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

 

"No brain?"

 

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

 

"So ... what does the thinking?"

 

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

 

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

 

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

 

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

 

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

 

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

 

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

 

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

 

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

 

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

 

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

 

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

 

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

 

"Officially or unofficially?"

 

"Both."

 

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

 

"I was hoping you would say that."

 

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

 

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

 

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

 

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

 

"That's it."

 

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

 

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

 

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

 

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

 

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

 

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

 

"They always come around."

 

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."

[i'moffthywallz]

[MedicineCabinet]

sweet tiki shield brah

[fat ralphy]

 

 

DONT SLEEP

[fat ralphy]

[Q666]

"NAIRA... ORIEL...TARNA...

Majestic winds of the northlands...

protect our heroes from the deadly Naroth...

cover their tracks with snow...

Rage on with all your fury...

NAIRA... TARNA... ORIEL-NIRNAAN..."

 

Dark is the way to the mountains of grey

breath turns to ice in the air

The journey is painful and longer than life

crossing the rocks in the night

 

GODS, LEAD THEM ALL

TO HARGOR'S WALLS

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS

KEEP AWAY FROM THE BLACK ORDER'S STEEL

(THEIR BLACK STEEL, THEIR DARK WILL)

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS

PLEASE HELP THEM REACH THEIR GOAL

TO HIDE IN THE SNOW

SUN AND MOON HAVE LEFT THEIR BRAVE SONS

 

In the dangerous peaks they may all find their death

searching for the ancient realm

The worship of darkness is Nekron's desire

His soldiers the Black...

The Black Order sect!

 

GODS, LEAD THEM ALL

TO HARGOR'S WALLS

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS

KEEP AWAY FROM THE BLACK ORDER'S STEEL

(THEIR BLACK STEEL, THEIR DARK WILL)

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS

PLEASE HELP THEM REACH THEIR GOAL

TO HIDE IN THE SNOW

DARGOR'S PAST APPEARS BEFORE HIM

 

[Dargor:]

Father...

are you really wanting my soul?

Your black blood

no longer flows in my veins...

[Vankar:]

Son, you are a betrayer...

You have betrayed me!!

[Dargor:] No!... I don't want to serve your hellish will...

[Vankar:]

You are half demon... never forget that!

You are one of us!

[Dargor:]

I know it well... for this I will pay!

But I will deny you and fight you forever!

 

Sacred power of raging winds fill their soul

and the shadowlord's heart

In a magical vision Vankar appeared in Dargor's dream

while the four heroes were trying to rest

He was born half demon half man...

he struggled inside but would soon understand

all would be payed with the blood on his hands

 

GODS, LEAD THEM ALL

TO HARGOR'S WALLS

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS

KEEP AWAY FROM THE BLACK ORDER'S STEEL

(THEIR BLACK STEEL, THEIR DARK WILL)

SACRED POWER OF RAGING WINDS

PLEASE HELP THEM REACH THEIR GOAL

TO HIDE IN THE SNOW

DARGOR'S PAST APPEARS BEFORE HIM

VANKAR'S THIRST FOR BLOODY VENGEANCE

VANKAR LIVES FOR VENGEANCE