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So, for my notable vote, I have devised a plot. If I had to vote for the my favourite I'd simply vote FFF. Gold, that boy is. But seeing as I would hate for Maunder to have any kind of superiority over me (we sorted out the 'wang size' issue a long while back, now), I'm oggering my vote to the floor. Which means you guys.
SO, for all those desperate to get my notable vote, listen up. In 50 words or less, you must finish the start of this story off. Deal?
'The world is a machine. You all know this. You live and breath this. Only I know the truth. You are but pawns in their sinister game. The man cackles as you make him prosper in his black and white town. There's one way in and no way out. Truth shall come one day. On that day, you shall all be free. Free from the water-tight lies you've been taught since birth. Free from the shackles of the machine.
There once was a little boy called Jack who had a little pet penguin...'
This is where you come in. Finish off in 50 words, and the best entry (judged by me) gets my vote.
Get writing, folks...
So, for my notable vote, I have devised a plot. If I had to vote for the my favourite I'd simply vote FFF. Gold, that boy is. But seeing as I would hate for Maunder to have any kind of superiority over me (we sorted out the 'wang size' issue a long while back, now), I'm oggering my vote to the floor. Which means you guys.
SO, for all those desperate to get my notable vote, listen up. In 50 words or less, you must finish the start of this story off. Deal?
'The world is a machine. You all know this. You live and breath this. Only I know the truth. You are but pawns in their sinister game. The man cackles as you make him prosper in his black and white town. There's one way in and no way out. Truth shall come one day. On that day, you shall all be free. Free from the water-tight lies you've been taught since birth. Free from the shackles of the machine.
There once was a little boy called Jack who had a little pet penguin...'
This is where you come in. Finish off in 50 words, and the best entry (judged by me) gets my vote.
Get writing, folks...
If the elections were one day later, I could use the whole 'I'm 1337' thing in my favour.
(That was under 50 words, do I win?)
> Matthew you are SO trying to me be with all that truth poo. I vote
> mattributé none the less.
As 'notable' as you think you are, I do not copy you. This is what the machine has taught you to believe. You simply reprocess my words in my style with my signatures and pass them off as your own. This is the way the machine has made it and so it shall be. The truth shall come one glorious morn and you shall be free.
You stare intently on the circuit-board, until a useless nick of solder melts under your lazy, empty gaze. All the while the whole, the entire, the almightly machine slips its soul-oils tendrils through your body - and in its metal womb the man rapes your mind.
But all you know is that small victory over something so pointless.
This is the way of things. And you don't have a clue.
"Gets out saxophone. STD test for GB. What the? Turnbased? And then cry."