Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Re: Niples \"The madness of Ambassador Niples the Third\"

hrmf
i've just gone to the website to see why i havn't recieved the post i sent
only to find that the two posts i just recieved (at quarter to three today)
are old, and have already been replied to TWICE...
why can't Yahoo get a grip? we need a better server, can't we rig up our own
messageboard system?
>From: "Onion" <theonion770@...>
>Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Re: Niples "The madness of Ambassador Niples the
>Third"
>Date: Mon, 08 Sep 2003 22:43:46 -0000
>
><snip>
>"So what do we do now?" Aman- uhh ALOTTA asked.
>"Who's for poker?!" Phil asked cheerily.
>
><end snip>
>
>"Nonsense!" Said Seymour springing to life and this time not heading
>towards the exit hatch. "We should play Bridge, or Biliards!"
>
>"Erm Seymour, I dont see the 6 foot billiards table around, do
>you?!" Jack said thankfully.
>
>"Ahh but who says it has the be 6foot? What about 6 inches?" Seymour
>rummaged around in a man-bag (tm) he'd brought with him and brought
>out a miniature table with burgundy felt.
>
>"You've got to be kidding!" said Jack.
>
>"Quiet uneducated ruffian!" seymour scolded. "Now who's playing?"
>
>Blank faces all round
>
>
>
>OOC- Short but I just had the quick idea to torture everyone!
>
>
>
>--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Andy" <SirLagerlot@h...>
>wrote:
> > A series of automatic gunshots were heard. "OH DEAR GOD! What have
>I
> > done?"
> > Jay looked forward. "You've shot 6 holes through Deans stomach
> > lining."
> >
> > "Thats bad right?" Phil asked Keto.
> > "Well...considering humans arent supposed to come with ventilation
>in the stomach wall yes" Keto replied. "The damage need's to be
>repaired as soon as possible otherwise Dean could slowly bleed to
>death, I believe I can repair the damage from the inside using the
>Phoenixe's mining arms"
> > "I'm all for it Doc" said Jay "But I gotta get the power back
>online first, Dave give me hand.." he said as he slid on his beneath
>the forward control panel with a screwdriver in his mouth and a
>soldering iron in his left hand, while Canazza clambered to into the
>floor maintenance hatch and started..doing something very technical
>that I can't think how to write!
> > "So what do we do now?" Alota asked (Thats right Dave ALOTA not
>Amanda you loser!)
> > "Who's for poker?!" Phil asked cheerily.
> >
> >
> > <ok its short..it's crap but im tired!! tag>
> >
> >
>
>
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