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This is a hilariously funny website with comics that are inspired by the messages spambots send us. I don't mean to have a lot of OT threads, but these are just great. I couldn't stop laughing for a while after seeing a few of them. It sort of seems like a PPC-ish thing to do, in a way.

http://spamusement.com/

"NOW STOP HUMPING BONO'S LEG!"

I should write a book... Politics of Denial: The Seven Habits of Highly Defective Governments, or some such.

lol

Yeah, this was a gag from one of my missions. As far as politics are concerned over there, he's still alive (no, really, freaky stuff) so I put that in as how my Agents get rid of their spam: send it to ol' Kim, paradoxically alive and dead, and who everyone hates besides.

"I don't think it's really cheating to come as you sort-of are. I mean, Kieran came as a Marlfox, and Adder here's dressed up as a wi--HEEEEEEEEEGH!"

Adder had cut him off mid-sentence by slamming her right foot as hard as she could in... yes.

"Sorry, Deuce, what was that you were about to say?" she asked sweetly.

Her partner was curled up on the ground in a fetal position, his hands over the area she'd kicked. "Nothing," he gasped out in an abnormally high-pitched voice. "Absolutely nothing."

Kieran backed away from Adder, unwittingly retreating toward Molly and Skyfire.

whether I should say you are full of fail or award you the AWESOMESAUCE.

I mean kimilsung@tyrants.circle7.inf

spam to a living dictator.

"Given that about half the canon vermin sorta sound that way anyways. I mean, Ublaz pretty much crossdresses onscreen for the whole book and Blaggut was totally gay for Slipp- ow!"

Foxglove punched her hard in the arm and hissed "If you go asking her if any of the canon vermin were up to anything, I'll go back to the OFUR and tell them what you said."

"That's hardly a threat," Laburnum pointed out. "They already know what I think. Remember I told you when I was a student they broke into the dorm and filled my shoes with slugs because I was young and dumb enough to actually tell them?"

"Pervy vermin fancier."

"Yerss, yerss indeedy."

Skyfire ignored them. "And do you perchance know what happened to him?" she continued quietly, trying to cover Molly's ears at the same time. "You know, with the elaborate and horribly painful death thing?"

"Stoppit, Mama, I know," said Molly, pushing away Skyfire's paws. "I over'eard somebeast talkin' 'bout it ... well, I dunno wot really 'appened but it was summat to do wi' that word I'm not allowed to say that Aunty Laburnum yells at the console when it don't work. Wot is it agin? Oh yeah, 'f'-"

"Molly, you use that word and you're off live prey for a week!" Skyfire snapped. Molly sagged and grumbled to herself.

Meanwhile, Stormsong was explaining to Deuce. "Well, the OFUR library hath a few different versions of 'Wind in the Willows' - charming tale, almost no deaths at all for a change - and Laburnum and Foxglove insisted on showing us the one with the cast of ... something called 'Monty Python', though I saw no snakes in it. Then they insisted we wear costume for this party, and I insisted on something slightly more subtle than their chosen garb." He gestured to Laburnum and Foxglove, who were now removing the bullets from Foxglove's handguns so she could resume the Happy Gun Dance. "So we dressed as the weasels. Cheating, aye, I know."

"I know 'e don't bat fer my team, but 'e's still cuter'n a babby rabbit in a field wid rainbows." She paused briefly before adding, "Emphasis on the rainbows bit."

Deuce tilted his head. "What are you two supposed to be?

It's a 40k humour fic, written as a response to the recent rash of "tinyhammer" rip-offs on the Pit. I'm not looking for canon-nitpicking so much as letting me know if it's dry/characters sound unrealistic/the like.

Thanks.

November. *sigh* Why does November have to be so busy? Instead, I'm doing my own personal version of WriSoMiFu. It's simpler because it only requires ten minutes a day, not about 1650 words a day.

Skyfire appeared, looking pointedly at Kestrel. The stoat was clad similarly to Stormsong, in a long coat and little round sunglasses, the main difference being that her coat was yellow. "Hi. I didn't think a Halloween party was a good place for a baby, so I got Tagg to look after Moses - they didn't kill each other the last time, so I suppose it's safe, and Tagg did say he wanted to spend more time with what's technically his cub."

"Yay! Mummy mummy mummy!" Molly took a flying leap and landed neatly in Skyfire's arms. "Just tellin' Miz Kestrel t'leave Uncle Stormy alone."

"Yes, I heard," Skyfire said. "Kestrel, I must ask you; have you actually read Vengeance Quest? It might save you an awful lot of effort ..."

greatleader@korea-dpr.com ?

Very cool!

Does anybody know if Kim Il-Sung has an email address, and if so, what it is?

"What? This is the EPITOME OF AWESOME!!!" Krisp couldn't believe someone could find U2 just meh.

I figured the more I act like I'm really doing this, the more likely I am to do it. My username is the same.

~Neshomeh

...but my story probably won't reach the full 50,000 words. I don't have the patience for that, and I don't think it needs to go that long. I'm just using NaNoWriMo as the motivation I need to get working on characters I developed a while ago, but didn't do anything with.

The story itself will be a fantasy setting that reverses the common trend of linking light with good, and darkness with evil...which has produced a rather odd fantasy setting with lots of tropical regions, and also well-dressed zombies. The plot itelf will focus around a broken sword, but I haven't figured out why the bad guy wants it yet.

"Hahahaharr! I've 'eard o' yew from the liddle fox cub, 'e says yore a right ole terror. I'll bet yew make yore real dad proud. Tell yer wot, if'n yew kill nobeast that ain't a Sue, then I'll teach yer to throw knives."

"Kestrel, I really don't think the PPC needs a mini-you right now," Cai protested.

"PPC won't 'ave a mini-me, 'less somebeast manages ter spell me name wrong," the ferret retorted, sniggering at her own joke.

"You know what I mean..."