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No one else is gonna be in it as main characters. We'll probably just throw in some of the better requests as minor characters.

Oh, and please don't post continuations of the story unless you're me or Tor, which of course you aren't.
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The lights flicker aboard the starship Semi-Obscure Literary Reference, the dark, dank hallways echoing with the stomping of Lech Warrior boots. Suddenly, all is silent. An eerie, unearthly silence, the calm before the storm.

"This is the door, my leige." A soldier says, with a sweeping motion.

"Excellent, Caper." Their commander says with hesitation.

"Wh-What is my lord? Do you not want to interrogate the prisioner?"

Commander Ramrod pauses, then thumbs through his logbook nervously. "It's just that, I believe we're overstepping our bounds. We should not be here without Lunchius' permission!"

Standing at Ramrod's side is Gravius, friend since birth. A smirk plastered on his demonic facade. "But, Ramrod, think of the power contained within her! The balance between the Lech, a power unknown to man or woman! Lunchius is old and past his prime, we are the future!"

Ramrod is physically torn, leaning back forth. "What if he catches us? Hilary is under constant surveilence! He'll surely know!"

Grivius flicks his hand in a rejecting tone, "Pffh. We've already taken care of it, she's all ours! The power is ours! The universe...is ours!"

The door opens, revealing a key panel. Ramrod steps up and types in the cryptic code. Nothing. Behind him the door shuts, and all is dark.

Grivius turns and begins to walk away, "The fool. Lunchius past his prime? Does he not realize he has not even hit it?" He laughs, "I'm sorry, my friend, dearest Ramrod. But if you cannot wield this power, then your are not fit for this world..."
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Darn... Can I be Jabba the hut, or is it too late?

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219104018227|Town: FunLand|Name: [Cmar]

Lunch and I will get back to you on that unpronounceable name.


We join Stu and Jones at the table of their house, Stu looks around and decides to break the silence that has befallen the house since he and Jones got home "I was just trying to keep you from making the same stupid mistake that your father and my brother did" "You mean become a great master of the white lech?" Jones half yelled "The lech is just a myth Jones, all there is to it is a tale to keep young children amused while their parents are away. And you just proved that you were of none greater intelligence than a small child" "How could you say that?!" yelled Jones, so loudly in fact that it starteled a house keeper in the other room and she dropped a vase. "My father was a better man than you'll ever be" Jones yelled again as he stormed out of the dineing room.

Jones went to his room and grabbed his pulse rifle that he hunted rats and other small animals with for fun and headed out to where the speeder was parked. He turned it on and was moving befoe Stu came out and yelled after him "You can stay out you greatful cur! I take you in after your father dies and this is how you repay me?!". Jones never inended to go hunting but he went to the woods anyway and looked for the spot where he and Didymus were talking hours before, just then he heard the cryptic sound of "Lech, lech, lech so Jones followed the sound that lead him to Didymus the first time but this time it lead him to the mouth of a cave, Jones thought for a second and decided to go in....

What do ya'll think?

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

Waaaah! I wanted to be Palpatine!

Can I be Jar Jar then? Or maybe R2-D2? Or is he taken? Yes, R2-Film2... it would work! It would work!

Or maybe Mace Filmdu! Yar.

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I think you are another character, but you are in there.

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Poor poor people, requesting names for no reason. At least I had a reason I'm Anti-Lech.

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If you want a role as a minor character, PM me.

Only 5 PMs will be accepted, first come first serve

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

Wha? When?



By the way, anyone want to start a Lord of the Rings/Forum crossover with me? Help me think of a subject, like leching. Only not.

"Lord of the Spam". Hmmm... maybe.

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I don't know. NL where is the cast list?

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Yeah people, please stop requesting we put you in unless you have a good reason (like Sparkle did). We don't need any requests to fill your ego quota for the day, what we need is some constructive crticzism to keep us going.

CHARACTER LIST:
Jones "Interrupter" Skywalker - Young hero, living with his uncle on the rural planet Iowa 6
Didymus - Wizened old man and member of the order of the White Lech.
Professor Tor - Slick gambler, knee deep in alimony debts and has a bounty the size of the sun on his head.
Darth Lunch - Commander of the Black Lech faction, holding Princess Hillary hostage aboard his ship, the Semi-Obscure Literary Reference
Princess Hillary - Believed to be the holder of the balance between the Leches.
Ramrod - Lunch's side man, wanting to lech the galaxy in hopes of reaching 3rd base
Graves Minur - Ramrod's friend, secretly plotting his demise
Kanida Strong - Hillary's sister, works for the Black Lech
Queen C - Aging figurehead of the galaxy, supports neither Lech, but is being pressured by Lunch to join the evil.
Stu - Jones' uncle
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Lunchius sat at the head of a large, obsidian table, his once-beautiful face reflected on the water-smooth surface. Scars cover Lunch's head, one going from one ear to the other, slicing his mustache in two. If it was not fknown that he could kill a man with his stare, he'd be laughed out of the galaxy.

"RAMROD?" He snarled.

Graves Minur pulled out a copy of logbook, "Here it is, in full detail."

Lunch fingered through the text, Obviously forged. Does Minur really think he can fool me? What does he hope to gain? Hopefully become my apprentice? If only my son was still alive, he is the only one who could wield such power.

"As you can see on entry date 66.234.42, Ramrod admitted to breaking into Hilary's cell, claiming she's the key to the ultimate power held within all the lechers." Graves thought he had played his trump card. He curled his toes and bit his lip in anticipation, and out of fear.

Lunch blinked, licked his gray, shattered lips, and then stood up. "Do you want to me to believe this crock?" His eyes drilled a hole into Graves very confidence, shaking him visibly.

"Wh-Wha-What are you insuiating? That I forged this? What a folly!"

Lunch looked down his nose at the snivleing traitor, "That is exactly what I'm alledging. It's obvious you're jealous of Ramrod and his blossoming powers, a blind man could see it it's so obvious and blantant."

Graves, knowing all was lost, decided to pull out what he called "Plan B".
"YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT POWER IS IN THAT GIRL! YOU'RE A FOOL!" He gripped the blaster, took aim at Lunch's forehead and fired.

"ARGH!" Lunch ducked out of the way, but the blast still scorched his left shoulder blade. "You yellow bastard!" Lunch clenched his fist, and blue bolts started bouncing about the room, his mind focused on one thing: The Princess. "Ah, yes. My sweet darling. How cute you look all bound and under my power!"

Graves eyes widened, his veins throbbing, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU CAD! GOD, NOOO!" He gripped his heart, beating uncontrollably. "Curse you ARRRBLBLBL!" He eyes bulged as his heart slowly imploded, blood pouring out of his mouth, "You will...never...know...t-the power!" He fell face first onto the table, blood trickling down like a crimson river does from a mountain of flesh.

"I know the power. I've seen the power," Lunch pulled on his glove and shot a menacing look at the corpse, "I am the power..."
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Questions? Comments?

Constructive Criticism, eh, Naked?

Here goes: Your mom dresses you funny. Jerk.

Now, get to work!

I could use some feedback on my newest story-post

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

TEF you got snubbed.

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Well, you didn't have to point it out!

WAAAAAH!!!




In any case, let's see. Good reason, good reason... what's the difference between the White Lech and the Black Lech?

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It's good. I like the way the story goes and how you make out Stu to be a total bastard. And the whiny Jones is nice touch. IT'S DIDYMUS! HE'S ALWAYS HOLDING ME BACK!

Anyone?

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White Lech-Good
Black Lech- Bad

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219104018227|Town: FunLand|Name: [Cmar]

Or even better:
White Lech - The playful leching we do around her. This lech empowers the Lechee and has a kind of binding power between the lecher and the lechee (but in a good way)
Black Lech - sexual harrasment. Leching so powerful it can kill people (i.e what Lunchius did in my previous post.)

Oh, and people, please don't get made if "your" character is killed. It's not a personal attack or anything, it's just the way the story goes. I mean, if you were Darth Vader and some puny officer comes up to you with a forged document trying to kill off your right hand man, what would you do? Give him a stern warning? Send him to his chamber without supper? No, you'd kill him like the bad-{Edit'd by AgentSeethroo} you are.

Well BTG, you at least didn't get me killed....yet. I like where this is going. Keep up the great work.

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Okay! Make me a version of Mace Windu, because I occasionally do some mild leching (i.e., posting that pic of Leonardo DiCaprio for the ladies), and because as the founder of P.O.S.T.E.R.S., I'd end up stopping you if it got too bad (i.e., White Lech stopping the Black Lech).

Once, again, Mace Filmdu, or whatever you decide to call me. How's that?

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I made a lech-saber!



I could be Cmarbaba the Hutt.

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219104018227|Town: FunLand|Name: [Cmar]

I might not have made it clear, so just in case: the Jedi Council would be kind of like the P.O.S.T.E.R.S., since they both keep peace throughout their respective areas. Mace Windu is the Council head, I'm the P.O.S.T.E.R.S. head. Tah-dah!

And maybe you could turn the Star Wars Jedi Council into the Lech Wars P.O.S.T.E.R.S. Council. But once again, it's your fanfic.

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Funniest thing I've seen all day. That almost caused a strawberry-and-Cool-Whip mess all over the keyboard.

Aww, crap. Prepare for lecherous comment about strawberries in 3... 2...

BTW, I still really want the "Help me Obi-Wan"-eskew line. Really.

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i need some clarification on what the verb lech means. i got the noun down, but "to lech young ladies" that sounds more like what the dark lech does, as in evil harassment, so the light lech leching could be playfulingness, just...yeah.

and, jones will need a friend of some sort with common goals or enemies. think han solo, or i dunno. id beg to be in it, but....it good. real good.

so, jones needs revenge upon lunch? cuz he killed his dad, right?

so he joins a rebelion group, led by the white lech. is the white lech waining in strength? or is equal in power to the dark lech?

hilary needs saving...duh.

think jones/ jones's friend for that.

but yes..... what if kanida strong, hilaries darch lech sister, seduces jones or jones's friend, to keep them from saving hilary.

while rebellion group and/or white lech tries to take out lunch, so they attack. good meeting place for jones and his friend.

yeah, im just saying whats in my head. use what you want (jones does need a friend, a sidekick. save each other's butts}

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Hippos can breath fire, I swear.

Bush Sux0rz

Don't forget how tough Leia got later on. Give me a blaster and I'll show 'em what for. I ain't no damsel in distress

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Dude. No. I understand you're writing a story and whatnot...but this is DEFINITELY against the rules.

I hate to do this, but consider yourself warned.

I'll let you edit your post yourself, since it's your story, but make sure it gets edited SOON.

I hate to say I told you so but I did. The mods don't have a problem with links to sites that contain language (heck, IJ posts a PA comic every 6 months) as long as there is a warning.

My suggestion is to save what you have (un edited) clean it up for the forum and then we'll post it on a fanfic site unabridged, this also would be a good policy for later if we want to use stronger language for the non forum copy.

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

Sounds like a wise move to me. I suggest the same.

Ok, I'll try to tone it down for the forum.

I like the Jedi Council/POSTERS thing, but it's not needed for the story. And people, PLEASE STOP REQUESTING TO BE IN THE STORY! IF YOU REALLY WANT TO BE IN IT, PM ME OR TOR, DON'T SPAM THE THREAD WITH "OMFFG! CAN I PLEEZ BE BOBBA FET! KTHNXBYE!"

Speakin' of Tor, where you been? I've been waiting to see what's gonna happen to Jones.
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Hilary sat in her cell, her once-beautiful Royal Gown soaked in blood, sweat, and tears. Her head is heavy in her hands as she sobs endlessley, her cries bounce about the roam, taunting her. Why did the 12 gods let this happen to me? Did I not obey them! WHY?! I do not deserve this!

A noise! Hilary slowly raises her head, wary of another game of "Twister" with Lunch again. But instead of the Lecherous Lunch, Ramrod comes crashing through the doorway.
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Sorry, for the short post but I gotta go.

Well, is that a yes or a no? I'll PM you AND Tor, with my explanation on why I should be in the fic.

Oh, and I made this last night. Isn't it awexome?

I thought so.

In any case, fine, fine, I'll stop asking.

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