"Ethel? Hey, Ethel, wake up. You'll want to see this. Your service dog dragged somethin' weird in from the garden." "Ngh.. -What? Oh, one of those. Saw a lot of those little buggers during the war. Take it out back and bury it, and don't tell anyone you saw it." "Yeah, uh, what war? You weren't in the armed forces, Ethel." "Of course I weren't, lovey. Most people didn't know there was a war. And you don't, either." A sigh. "Pull the other one, it's got bells on." "Brandy - don't eat that, it'll make you sick." The dog whines. "Brandy, heel. Don't look at me like that, Joy. If that thing's really what it looks like, you're going to jingle like a Morris dancer by the time this is over."
The spiral in your icon turns out to be alive. It tries to take over the world using one or more of: (a) bizarre reinterpretations of Kabbalah; (b) spiral power; (c) PHP; (d) more lembas bread; (e) tactically broken appointments; (f) the power of cheese; (g) huputa baupen debaup sidhe-baup sidhe-baup.
It started as a joke. You know - the kind of thing that happens when geeks end up going to rabbinic school. Of course we decided to play Go on a diagram of the Sephiroth. I mean, what else are you going to do on a Shabbos afternoon that seems like it's going to last forever? Except.. I'm pretty sure it's been way more than an afternoon now. I don't know, really, because I haven't dared open the blinds to look outside since my watch started showing fragments of the diagram in place of digits.
Chaim and I really don't want to do this any more, but we always wind up placing another tile, regardless. I don't think we can stop.
Justin Beiber decided to roll with it when Anonymous sent him to play in Pyongang. He suddenly realizes what Hell on Earth is and decides somehow, he has to lead a revolution before he leaves the country. How does he _succeed_ and what are the consequences?
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"Ngh.. -What? Oh, one of those. Saw a lot of those little buggers during the war. Take it out back and bury it, and don't tell anyone you saw it."
"Yeah, uh, what war? You weren't in the armed forces, Ethel."
"Of course I weren't, lovey. Most people didn't know there was a war. And you don't, either."
A sigh. "Pull the other one, it's got bells on."
"Brandy - don't eat that, it'll make you sick." The dog whines. "Brandy, heel. Don't look at me like that, Joy. If that thing's really what it looks like, you're going to jingle like a Morris dancer by the time this is over."
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The spiral in your icon turns out to be alive. It tries to take over the world using one or more of: (a) bizarre reinterpretations of Kabbalah; (b) spiral power; (c) PHP; (d) more lembas bread; (e) tactically broken appointments; (f) the power of cheese; (g) huputa baupen debaup sidhe-baup sidhe-baup.
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Chaim and I really don't want to do this any more, but we always wind up placing another tile, regardless. I don't think we can stop.
...Help...?
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