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Thanks, Norman! I will add you for Game 3.

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Freaky.
I just realised I was AT a sushi bar on Thursday night!
SPOO-OOKY!

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Guten tag, Johann, du riechst ganz richtig. Danke schon, Heidi. Und du auch. - A Bit of Fry and Laurie

That was hilarious! Too bad the cabbage turned against me...

PMing ENDS!

Who knows what will happen to Color Printer & Neo? Find out tomorrow!

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Bump'D!
I just don't wanna see this game die.
Ian, post something!

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Guten tag, Johann, du riechst ganz richtig. Danke schon, Heidi. Und du auch. - A Bit of Fry and Laurie

I just did! The story for round 2 is going up tomorrow!

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It's just, that was up, like, 5 days ago.

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Guten tag, Johann, du riechst ganz richtig. Danke schon, Heidi. Und du auch. - A Bit of Fry and Laurie

No, that was Round 1 of Game 2. Coming up today is Round 2 of Game 2.

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Can't wait to see it. That would truly have been sad if this game got auto-baleeted

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"CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR AWESOME!!!!"

- Unknown

We return for Round 2 of Game 2. After finishing Round 1 with 5 people, 3 of the players unfortuantely died of boredom. Yes, it CAN be fatal, but thankfully, it can be cured. Insert Disc Two is an FDA-approved treatment for boredom that is sure to make it a thing of the past. Like Beta. I mean, come on! VHS is soooooo the wave of the future, man.

Fortunately, 2 of the players did not die of boredom, & so live on to play Round 2 of Ready, Aim, Fire.

Color Printer was a happy computer peripheral. His user loved giving him the best ink money could buy: Brand Name. Yes, it was the purest, most astonishingly wonderful ink there was! Every printer, color, black & white, or dot matrix, loved Brand Name Ink. There was no substitute! Until...

Color Printer's user was looking in the computer catalog for some new ink for him, when he came upon...the printer cartridge section. There was a new player in the printer ink game...General Brand!

"Hey, this stuff's HALF the price of Brand Name! Color Printer's going to LOVE it!"

2 to 3 weeks later, the General Brand ink came, & Color Printer was ready for a new cartridge. His user opened him up, took out the empty cartridge, & put in the new one.

"Hey, buddy! Got some new ink for you!"

Printer tried the new ink...it was AWFUL!

"ERROR! ERROR! BAD INK! DOES NOT COMPUTE!"

"Oh no!" CP's owner thought. "It's ink poisoning!"

"PAPER JAM! PAPER JAM!!! PAPER JAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!" And with an excruciatingly long beep, Color Printer had been dead. Or as they say in the intelligent-computer world, outmoded.

Meanwhile, Neo was in a big, white room with an old TV set & a dude with sunglasses sitting in front of him who had a pill in each hand. Something about the blue one made him want it.

"I'm warning you, Neo. No one ever takes the blue pill."

"Yeah, well, screw you, Othello. I'm getting outta here!"

Neo swallowed the blue pill & returned to the real world. But not in a good way. He found himself in a giant trash compactor!

"HELP! I'm being compacted! And it STINKS in here! GOD!"

Neo couldn't get out of The Compactor. He was trapped, unable to be freed by a bunch of hackers with random nicknames...

And so concludes our tale of Ready, Aim, Fire! I hope you will join me for Game 3.

The players are:
1. IantheGecko
2. norman rorqual
3. Homeschool Winner
4. Ju Ju Master
5. Puhples
6. Bugsprite10
7. SEAN'D!
8. Smorky
9.
10.
11.
12.

As always, sign-ups are going fast, so join us!

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I'll join again!

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I'll be joinin'!

I shalt join

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Can I be in this?

All y'all are added.

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I'll be in it again!

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Guten tag, Johann, du riechst ganz richtig. Danke schon, Heidi. Und du auch. - A Bit of Fry and Laurie

I'll join

You 2 are in. ONLY 4 PLAYERS LEFT!!!

Deadline=Friday, 10pm Mountain. Do the math.

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Only 8 1/2 hours left!

Edit: wow, I totally did my math wrong.

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"CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR AWESOME!!!!"

- Unknown

In a world where random message board postings determine what actually happens...

One user will rise above the rest...

norman rorqual..."I am NOT that painter guy!"...

Homeschool Winner..."There's a punctuation mark on my shirt!"...

Ju Ju Master..."PH34R M4H C488493!"

Puhples..."...MEOW!!!"

Bugsprite10..."I just got a DS!"...

SEAN'D!..."I finally changed my avy-tar! w00t!"...

Smorky..."All I wanted was Sharks With Frickin' Laser Beams Attached to Their Heads!"....

and starring...IantheGecko..."For the last time, I am NOT related to JAMES!"...

8 shooters...

3 choices...

1 winner...

This weekend...

Ready...Aim...Fire! 3: The Third Game

Send your PMs now!

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PM deadline is 11:00 Eastern Sunday night!

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Im in Ian.

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Sorry, but you're too late for Game III. I will put you in for Game 4, though.

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Round 1 kills are in. Expect the story in a couple days.

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Eight players...

One winner...

Ready, Aim, Fire! III: The One with the Roman Numerals

Our story begins at a broken-glass dump. Bugsprite10 & Homeschool Winner are scrounging around for weaponry.

"Hmm..." Bugs thought, "What happens when I do...THIS?"

Bugs took a piece of broken glass the size of a pizza & slit this throat.

"Oooo...blood...."

Homeschool Winner overheard the gushing & came rushing to Bugsprite's aid.

"Looks like he's already dead. What the hey; I'll finish the job."

Homeschool was about to cut off Bugs' leg...when all of a sudden, all of Bugs' blood reverse-gushed back into his neck!

"Thought you could catch me bleeding, eh? Think again!"

Bugsrite took the huge piece of glass & cut out Homeschool's aorta.

"That'll teach you to kill people who are already dead."

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Next we come to Jimmy's Taco Bar. Ju Ju Master is in the kitchen, cooking up something tasty.

"That Puhples! I'm sick of his Colin Mochrie fan club coming in here & trashing the place! I know...I'll put some soap in his taco. Won't know what hit him."

IantheGecko, Smorky, & Puhples were waiting for their orders.

"Can't wait for that quesadilla!" Ian said, "& those chips n' queso, too!"

Smorky smirked, "Queso, that's orange, right? To match your little keytar?"

"HEY! NO ONE MOCKS TEH KEYTAR OF D00M!"

"Why, it's just a different kind of keyboard."

"No, it brings D00M! to those who mock it! You're asking for it, Smork."

"Do your worst, Gecko Boy!"

"Just watch me." IantheGecko busted out on an insane Keytar lick, shooting out 8-Bit Lasers of D00M!"

"Noooooooooo!" Smorky screamed, "THE PIXELS!!!!!!"

One stray pixel knocked out one of Smorky's teeth, sending it flying into the kitchen...to Ju Ju Master.

"Order-AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! The Deadly Ghost Tooth!" With his last ounce of strength, Ju Ju set his taco plate on the counter for Puhples. "....uuuuu---uuuuu-up."

Puhples saw the big, delicious, crispy-riffic tacos sitting on the counter. Within seconds, he was nearly drowning in his own drool.

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum! Must eat taco!"

Puhples leapt onto the counter, scarfing down the trio of terrific tacos, not knowing they had been tainted with soap...

"Hey, this sour cream is kinda...SOAPY?!? Nooooooooooo! My one weakness! I can only use hand sanitizer!"

Puhples withered onto the floor, withering like a....wither-er. Luckily, one man was still alive at Jimmy's Taco Bar: IantheGecko...
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Meanwhile...normal rorqual & SEAN'd! were at the community center taking an art class.

"For the LAST time, SEAN'D! I am NOT that famous painter!"

"Sure you are! Lots of famous people change their names."

"Dude, Normal Rockwell died years ago."

"Maybe, you're a reincarnation of him. With slightly the same name."

"You're nuts! Besides, if I were Norman Rockwell, why would I be taking a class on painting?"

SEAN'D! was stunned. "Hmmmm...you've got a point there. Meh, maybe I'll be the reincarnation of Norman Rockwell." He took a jar of Rust Orange paint & drank it up.

Norman Rorqual was shocked. "HEY! I wanted to kill you!" Norman whipped out a Laotian Fighting Flower and threw it at SEAN'D!. Luckily, Loatian Fighting Flowers feed on orange shades of paint, so the flower sucked up all the paint SEAN'D! ingested, swallowed it, turned around, & beat the living crap out of Normal Rorqual. This story clearly wasn't going to be on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post.

3 players remain:
Bugsprite10
IantheGecko
SEAN'D!

PMs, guys!

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w00t! Not dead!
I thought I was gonna die then but then I didn't.

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Guten tag, Johann, du riechst ganz richtig. Danke schon, Heidi. Und du auch. - A Bit of Fry and Laurie

Aww man, I got death by a flower! It just goes to show you shouldn't kill people with strange plants until you understand how to use them properly. If only it had been green paint.

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"CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR AWESOME!!!!"

- Unknown

Great story! Not as good as last time, but there's a great quote which i'll probably put in my banner, like the last one. Can't wait for game four!

I thought I was going to die from shooting the air. I din't.

Which is cool.

A few days later, IantheGecko, Bugsprite10 & SEAN'D! met at the box factory to discuss the past few days' events. Ian was bawling like a Hawaiian in Greenland.

"Oh, why did so many people die?"

"Dude, that's how you play RAF", SEAN'D! told him, "People keep dying until one person is left."

"But there are 3!" Ian interrupted. "What happens now?"

"Looks like the three of us are left." Bugsprite said.

"Great, now I'm going to die." Ian moaned.

This is perfect, SEAN'D! thought. "My decision is easy."

"I know how to make this fair", Bugsprite suggested, "We each go to a corner of this room, behind a box. We each fire 2 shots from these nail guns. One of them must be at one of the targets: Yourself, someone else, or the air. The floor, ceiling, lights & boxes are fair game. Got it?"

"Got it." IantheGecko & SEAN'D! agreed.

"Good. Here are your nail guns, & let's go to our corners."

Each of the 3 d00ds went to a separate corner. "OK, first shot on 3...1...2...3!"

3 nails flew into the air. Bugsprite10's hit an oil puddle. SEAN'D! hit the light just above IantheGecko's corner, turning it black.

"Excellent! Now he won't see the nail coming towards him! He might even kill HIMSELF!"

Which was exactly what Ian did with his first shot. Now, it seemed, he was dead...

After 5 minutes, Bugsprite10's voice broke the silence. "OK, whoever is still alive, get your nail guns ready. 1...2...3! FIRE!"

2 more nails flew through the air. Bugsprite10 fired at SEAN'D!, while SEAN'D! hit IantheGecko. His nail flew right into the same spot where Ian had killed himself. The suicide nail jumped out, shooting the other nail right into SEAN'D!'s spleen.

"My spleen! My beautiful spleen! I need it! For...something..."

Bugsprite10's nail hit him in the brain. By now, SEAN'D! was in a tub of blood. Not a pool, or a puddle. A tub. That's still a lot of blood.

IantheGecko slowly rose to his feet. Only a little blood was seeping out of him.

"Nothing a Band-Aid can't fix. HEY, IS ANYONE STILL ALIVE?"

Bugsprite yelled, "I AM, IAN!"

"LOOKS LIKE SEAN'D! IS DEAD! Which means we'll have to play another round...How's your Saturday?"

"I'm free."

"Great! I'll meet you on the stage of the theatre, 8 pm sharp."

"OK, I'll be there."
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It's down to Bugsprite10 & me. Be careful what you shoot, Bugsy...

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