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"SPAM THREAD - WORLD RECORD ATTEMPT!!!"

Me, myself, and many others, are fed up of all these topics that mean nothing - much like this one, but in order to remove the spam like topics "the playstation 2 will win, but the xbox doesn't know anything about gaming" etc, so post your tripe here - MAYBE, and that's a big maybe, the quality of Spam will improve.

THREAD for spamming - spam here, keep the forum CLEAN.

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FantasyMeister wrote:
> The Time: 1544 A.D.
The Place: Forum Castle, Spamalot.
The
> Combatants: Sir Lexus the Spam and Sir FantasyMeister the
> Brave.

Princess Myst1que waves her hand to signal the
> commencement of the Jousting Tournament.

Sir Lexus the Spam
> mounts his charger, replendent in its silver chainmail. He trots
> over to his manservant, peasant Wookiee, who hands him his
> lance.

Sir FantasyMeister the Brave vaults athletically onto his
> black steed who his breathing smoke from its nostrils in
> anticipation of the fight to come. His manservant, peon Grix,
> passes him his lance, which Sir FantasyMeister the Brave hefts in
> his hand, checking its balance.

The combatants turn to face each
> other across the jousting field. The silence is audible.

They
> kick their mounts into motion, hooves throwing up clods of turf as
> the horses pick up speed. Both knights bring their lances to bear
> and as the horses charge past each other Sir Lexus the Spam's lance
> thuds into Sir FantasyMeister the Brave's breastplate, throwing him
> off the back of his horse.

Sir FantasyMeister lands heavily on
> the turf, but quickly springs to his feet, bringing his broadsword
> to bear. Sir Lexus reaches the far end of the field, where peasant
> Wookie throws him a mace. Sir Lexus whirls his horse around,
> starting to swing his mace around his head, and charges at
> FantasyMeister who stands there braced for the attack.

As he gets
> close, Sir Lexus swings the mace one final time, aiming for
> FantasyMeister's head, but FantasyMeister ducks swiftly and brings
> the flat of his broadsword against the horses forelegs, sending it
> head over heel. Sir Lexus the Spam is catapulted over the horse's
> head, landing in a pile of dented armour and flying chainmail. He
> is stunned by the fall, and only just recovers in time to avoid a
> visious downslash from FantasyMeister's broadsword as he regains his
> footing.

With lightning speed, Sir Lexus draws his blade and the
> two knights swing at each other, parrying, thrusting the sharp
> blades at each other, sparks flying in the early morning breeze as
> they duel to the death. Their heavy armour was starting to wear
> both men down, but they knew that to give in to fatigue would mean
> certain death. So on they battled, broadswords flashing in viscious
> arcs, the clash of steel ringing out, the occaisional murmur of awe
> from the assembled onlookers the only other sound to be
> heard.

Sir Lexus was tiring now, he knew that the end was near,
> so he gave his all. With a screeching battlecry he hurled himself
> forward at FantasyMeister, who had only been feigning tiredness all
> this while. FantasyMeister neatly side-stepped the charge, and
> swung his broadsword down in a perfect arc to lop of the head of Sir
> Lexus the Spam.

He was victorious. He was Sir FantasyMeister the
> SpamSlayer.

Sir Lexus' body was taken from the field and laid to
> rest in his family graveyard. His tombstone is still there to be
> seen to this day.

"Here lies Sir Lexus of Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam
> Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam....."


1 all!

T.S.Q. fail to impress again.

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It's a notable Bonus.

:D

Dav1d is deid........

Dav1d is deid.......

Dav1d is deid......

Dav1d is deid.....