Oh, there IS still a forum here...

[Fiferguy]

Fiferguy struggles weakly to crawl into the forum after over two months of absence. He painfully struggles up onto his hands and knees, only to find that he doesn't even recognize the forum any more. Sobbing, he collapses onto the ground again.

Yes, I'm alive. There.

[Blacktiger]

And Blacktiger, recognizing the ancient Elders disstress, gently cradles his frail form to his strong, yet soft and warm chest, providing a reasuring sense of touch and companionship.
And then he speaks:

" Fear not, revered 'Forum-Elder', for life is nothing without change; to remain static is to foresake life and fall into oblivion... "

...

[TLGG]

That's a beautiful romantic scene Blacktiger, I'm sure Fiferguy feels better about his humble return.

[Journeywoman]

Until I start poking him with a stick to make sure he's alive .

[Lochar]

*sharpens Journeywoman's stick*

*looks around*

What?

[Blacktiger]

Yeah what?....


... Lochar must have finally recognised the plethora of automated, floating 'BMW gun-drones(tm)' approaching from the rear from their hidingplaces behind wall pannels in the great 'Forum-Hall'. Blacktigers mouth begins to show a smile, while he contemplates wether a threat to the spirit and mortal form of 'Forum-Elder' Fiferguy has arisen, who is still safely held by him. The exhausted, dirty and smelly (man, he needs a shower so bad!!!) form rests motionless in the gentle embrace of the seldom seen (yet always present) black Tiger guardian, who watches his mechanical minions train their stun weapons on the new arrivals, while slowly encircling them. Arrivals (TLGG exempt of course), who so foolishly showed their disrespect for a weary traveler with bleeding feet, a man so tired that he is only barely breathing...


What happens next is up to the next one to post. will it be:

[Fiferguy]

Fiferguy suddenly dissolves into a mist accompanied by a gentle strumming of harps, only to reappear as 32 different Fiferguys around the forum, holding a variety of modern and ancient weaponry.

"Now..."
"Who..."
"Was..."
"Going..."
"To..."
"Poke..."
"Me?" the question bounds from Fifer to Fifer randomly around the room, as he glares dangerously at the assemblage.

[Fel]

Fel flushes Fiferguy down the loo.

Next!

[Fiferguy]

Fel flushes Fiferguy down the loo.

Next!

But did you get the right one? You gave me the idea.

[Spec8472]

Fel flushes Fiferguy down the loo.

Next!

But did you get the right one? You gave me the idea.

There's only one user account, fairly easy to cut off at the source

[TLGG]

Whoa, here it comes, the heavy artillery! Spec isn't pulling any punches and is ready to up the bets!

[Fiferguy]

If Spec banned me half as much as he says he will, I'd've been gone years ago.

Besides, I just got back. You wouldn't banish me already, would you?

[Lochar]

Yeah what?....


... Lochar must have finally recognised the plethora of automated, floating 'BMW gun-drones(tm)' approaching from the rear from their hidingplaces behind wall pannels in the great 'Forum-Hall'. Blacktigers mouth begins to show a smile, while he contemplates wether a threat to the spirit and mortal form of 'Forum-Elder' Fiferguy has arisen, who is still safely held by him. The exhausted, dirty and smelly (man, he needs a shower so bad!!!) form rests motionless in the gentle embrace of the seldom seen (yet always present) black Tiger guardian, who watches his mechanical minions train their stun weapons on the new arrivals, while slowly encircling them. Arrivals (TLGG exempt of course), who so foolishly showed their disrespect for a weary traveler with bleeding feet, a man so tired that he is only barely breathing...


What happens next is up to the next one to post. will it be:

Considering my initials are BMW, I don't think I'll be afraid of my own gun-drones.

[Spec8472]

Whoa, here it comes, the heavy artillery! Spec isn't pulling any punches and is ready to up the bets!

Pull punches?

Also, Fel's an admin too

[TLGG]

I know, but Fel didn't go straight for them, did he? He just flushed the guy, sure, it's a tad embarrasing, but still gives him a (smelly?) fighting chance...