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"Special Reserve Under Attack!!!"

There was a strange peace at Special Reserve HQ after the final ordering date was gone. Any more orders would have to wait until after Christmas, and the staff were enjoying a well deserved break. Except Mr. Snuggly. He was ‘working’ hard posting on the forums, and making sure nothing got out of hand. He was sat in his office, tapping away at his keyboard, surrounded by tinsel and fat blokes in red costumes and white beards (not to mention the Santa’s).

He was blissfully unaware of the terrible events that were about to follow. He had a package thrown at him by Tony, who was delivering the final Christmas paycheques. It was a very bulky package (no funny comments there) with ‘Fragile’ written on it. Snuggly tore it open, and inside was a sheep…

Mr. Snuggly was confused. Was this a joke? Who would send a live, little sheep? Snuggly set the innocent looking sheep down, as it proceeded to pass the (rather smelly) contents of its’ bowel and bladder onto the new carpet. Snuggly posted a new topic about it, and within minutes a reply came from a Just Arrived called ‘No point in a name’. He gave snuggly a warning that the sheep was not what it appeared to be…

Snuggly carefully examined the sheep, and tugged a little at its fur. It began falling off in his hands. He realised this was no sheep! He pulled off all the ‘fur’, which was in fact cotton wool, and the terrible truth was revealed. Underneath the cotton wool was a beard as black as the night, and strapped around the animals underbelly was a stopwatch counting down. Snuggly assumed it wasn’t a novelty stop clock. The curly tail and beard betrayed the animal’s identity. It was Bin Larden the pig, a terrorist fanatic bent on the destruction of the West.

Mr. Snuggly yelled warnings to everyone to get out of the building. The timer showed only one minute until it was the final ‘game over’. All the staff ran for the stairs, and there was a mad rush to escape the building. All the staff made it out, but they continued running from the building, scared that flying debris could hit at any moment. They were lucky to make it out, as the explosion rang through Britain.

Soon emergency services had arrived on the scene. Luckily there were no casualties, but the pride of Special Reserve had been severely hit. As the debris was cleared Mr. Snuggly muttered, “What a waste.”
“Yeah, sacrificing a life trying to harm innocent people.” Tony replied.
“No, I meant all those games in there.” Snuggly said.

Now the forum goers had to put aside all their petty differences. No more arguments about which console was better, or who was a disciple of spam. They had to unite, and stand strong together, to fight not for their country, but for their forum.
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the second part of the story coming soon...

Dedicated to all those who have died in terrorist attacks, and suicide bombings by any animals (even sheep).
Also dedicated to those who fight for their causes without harming others.

very good story sibs =).
(mention me in the second part)

There was a strange peace at Special Reserve HQ after the final ordering date was gone. Any more orders would have to wait until after Christmas, and the staff were enjoying a well deserved break. Except Mr. Snuggly. He was ‘working’ hard posting on the forums, and making sure nothing got out of hand. He was sat in his office, tapping away at his keyboard, surrounded by tinsel and fat blokes in red costumes and white beards (not to mention the Santa’s).

He was blissfully unaware of the terrible events that were about to follow. He had a package thrown at him by Tony, who was delivering the final Christmas paycheques. It was a very bulky package (no funny comments there) with ‘Fragile’ written on it. Snuggly tore it open, and inside was a sheep…

Mr. Snuggly was confused. Was this a joke? Who would send a live, little sheep? Snuggly set the innocent looking sheep down, as it proceeded to pass the (rather smelly) contents of its’ bowel and bladder onto the new carpet. Snuggly posted a new topic about it, and within minutes a reply came from a Just Arrived called ‘No point in a name’. He gave snuggly a warning that the sheep was not what it appeared to be…

Snuggly carefully examined the sheep, and tugged a little at its fur. It began falling off in his hands. He realised this was no sheep! He pulled off all the ‘fur’, which was in fact cotton wool, and the terrible truth was revealed. Underneath the cotton wool was a beard as black as the night, and strapped around the animals underbelly was a stopwatch counting down. Snuggly assumed it wasn’t a novelty stop clock. The curly tail and beard betrayed the animal’s identity. It was Bin Larden the pig, a terrorist fanatic bent on the destruction of the West.

Mr. Snuggly yelled warnings to everyone to get out of the building. The timer showed only one minute until it was the final ‘game over’. All the staff ran for the stairs, and there was a mad rush to escape the building. All the staff made it out, but they continued running from the building, scared that flying debris could hit at any moment. They were lucky to make it out, as the explosion rang through Britain.

Soon emergency services had arrived on the scene. Luckily there were no casualties, but the pride of Special Reserve had been severely hit. As the debris was cleared Mr. Snuggly muttered, “What a waste.”
“Yeah, sacrificing a life trying to harm innocent people.” Tony replied.
“No, I meant all those games in there.” Snuggly said.

Now the forum goers had to put aside all their petty differences. No more arguments about which console was better, or who was a disciple of spam. They had to unite, and stand strong together, to fight not for their country, but for their forum.
____________________________________________________________

the second part of the story coming soon...

Dedicated to all those who have died in terrorist attacks, and suicide bombings by any animals (even sheep).
Also dedicated to those who fight for their causes without harming others.