RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Hamster Troubles!

Wow…
 
That’s
unexpected, seriously.
 
I wanna
say though, We’ve had our ups and downs Tim, especially of late but one thing
stayed constant, my appreciation of you as a member. Dedicated, would be an
understatement.
 
I think I speak
for the whole group when I say you’re going to be missed
 
 
-----Original
Message-----From: White Wolf
[mailto:captwhitewolf@...]Sent: 07 November 2003 03:48To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Hamster
Troubles!
 
Who: The six foot, one inch hamster, named White Wolf.When: 2:42 PM.  Where: Inside a rather dingy pawnshop located somewhere in the low rent district of a backwater planet named 'Reuben'.<snip>Now all he had to do was figure out how he was going to convince this pawnshop owner that he had choosen Wd-40's head as his 'pet' toy. "That shouldn't be too hard...", thought White Wolf, as he quickly stepped back out onto the street and into the pawnshop.<unsnip>Seconds later the Kangaroo mouse followed White Wolf in along with a virtual gaggle of others, attracting the attention of the pawnshop owner, who immediately came heading over while grabbing up a nearby broom and brandished it while calling, "Shoo, Shoo".White Wolf half turned and started to clawsign for the Kangeroo Mouse to leave with the others, when the shop owner stepped up to the group and shouted "Get out of here you disgusting vermin!" just before smacking the six foot, one inch tall White Wolf heavily in the face with the broom.White Wolf couldn't have been more taken off guard by the pawnshop owners actions, because without really thinking things through, he simply grabbed the broom away from the owner and began trying to show the man his forged note. But his unusual actions had spooked the shop keeper, who plaintively yelled "AH! Rogue Rodent Mob!" and
quickly leapt over a nearby counter and sought shelter behind it.Several of the other human sized rodents behind White Wolf merely looked around in confusion as White Wolf simply stood at the front of group and thought "Oh Smeggaroni..." as he saw the pawnshop
owners wife across the way in the shop hurriedly reach behind a nearby curtain, and pull out a shotgun and rapidly pointed it in their direction with a look of sheer panic on her face.White Wolf, along with several of the rodents behind him, instintively dodged or dropped to the floor as the nervous woman quickly closed her eyes and pulled the shotguns trigger shooting toward the small gathering of human sized rodents. A mere microsecond after the blast, several of rodents who were only minorly injured by the blast rapidly bolted for the door while emitting various terrified squeals and sqeeks, leaving the mortally wounded Kangeroo mouse who had taken the brunt of the shot in his chest lying on the floor not far away from the prone lying White Wolf.White Wolf half got up and turned, before catching at the desparately gasping Kangeroo Mouse who was spluttering up small amounts of blood with his every slow breath. The little kangeroo mouse slowly reached out his paw toward White Wolf and simply clawsigned "Sorry"
before quickly inhaling a shuddering breath and then, suddenly stopped breathing as his eyes glazed over and his paw wimp limp. There was a slight momentary pause, before there was a slow exhaling of his last breath marked the end of his life.A tumble of emotions passed over White Wolf's hamsterish face, first he was aghast at the completely senseless killing of a entirely innocent animal, and then very sorry for the seemingly faithful Kangeroo mouse who he had only come to know these past few month, but had grown fond of along with the many other human sized rodents here on this cursed planet Rueben. And finally his emotions slowly turned to what can only be called a volcano of anger and his beady eyes practically lit up red as he stood up, spun around and slowly advanced towards the pawnshop owners wife who after seeing the look of sheer malevolence on his hamsterish face,  rapidly began trying to reload the shotgun as the Pawnshop owner called from across the room, "For Smegs sake Marge, forget about the gun, just run!" The wife had just finished chambering another shotgun round, and began to point it at White Wolf, when he rapidly reached out and disarmed her and expertly ejecting the shell from the shotgun in one smooth motion and bellowing at the woman, "You people are not responsible enough to be owning a gun!" before the shell finished flying over his shoulder and bouncing on the floor. The pawnshop owners wife simply fainted and then fell to the floor. Then White Wolf set down the shotgun on the countertop and removed his fake rodent-control-circuitry hat before walking over to stand before the pawnshop owner. And glanced down at cowering and near gibbering man for a moment, and then carefully said to him, "Go and tell this Rueben and dictatorship loving Governor of yours that us rodents demand to several space vehicles placed at our disposal for passage off this planet, and until he complies there will be a planetwide revolt. Now go!"White Wolf motioned for the other rodents who were now re-gathering at the door to make way for the man. Who hardily needed much more urging before he bolted out of the shop."Um, begging your Captain's pardon, sir?" Called Wd-40's 4th
spare head from the pawnshop window, "But I believe you've violated JMC directive# 21350987.231, which states - 'No ranking JMC officer shall incite any native planets population to revolt, unless properly authorized three decades in advance and the planets economy has been audited for unstability twenty three years in the future of the revolt, and your face has been signed in tripicate by the four sequentially elected 'directors of war' who've each had at least two years of service duty in the bog cleaners branch of the space core.', unless you've simply forgotten to shave and actually do have each of those signatures of authorization hiding under all that fur on your face.""They could've required they be stenciled on my ding dong,
Wd-40." Quipped White Wolf, while turning towards the spare Wd-40 head, "And wouldn't have changed my mind one bit about the fact that I want something better for these poor creatures..." White Wolf's words were interuppted by a loud crash as the pawnstore front window glass was shattered as a small appliance went flying through it from behind him. White Wolf spun around to see a four foot Brown & White Siberian hamster and greyish gerbil standing there, both giving him an eager claw up gesture."Seems you pair have already got the idea." Said White Wolf
grinning, retrieving wd-40's spare head and  then grabbing a seven foot length of pipe that was leaning up against a nearby wall amongst some discarded steam boiler system parts which were marked for sale. He skewered Wd-40's spare head on the top of the length of pipe. "There, that should suffice.""Why sir, This is undignified." protested the spare head."Well, Would you rather have someone mistaking you for a soccer ball reject?" quipped White Wolf looking at him out of corner of his eye, while going over and a picking up a bandolier  for shotgun shells from inside the pawnshops use gun case along with several boxes ammo and began loading them into the shotgun and then the Bandolier."um no, not really." replied Wd-40's head, "But I still must
protest!""okay then, Noted. What do you say we go teach few others how to spur along a social revolution, Hmm?" Finished White Wolf handing the shotgun bandolier to the Gerbil, before pulling out a 9mm semi-automatic, loading it and then that handing that over to the 4 foot Siberian hamster."But sir, May I remind you that your arming Gerbils &
hamsters!" shouted Wd-40's head indigantly. "Yes, but I shall be directing them." replied White Wolf going
over to the Rifles & heavy weapons and selecting out a decent looking Blasto-matic, and loading it."May I ask, are you planning to do so from behind them?" Asked
Wd-40's spare head #4."Nope." Said White Wolf going over and picking up the lead pipe
with Wd-40 on it, and began heading for the door."I was afraid you were going to say that..." Said Wd-40's head
while grimacing, "Sir, by JMC directive# 21350987.231b subparagraph sixteen, I am making a mechanoid citizen's arres-" He was cut off as his face struck the top of the six and half foot doorjamb as White Wolf forgot to lower the pipe enough for him to clear.After quickly making sure that WD-40's head wasn't damaged, White Wolf replied, "Well that's too bad WD, because I'm resisting, so you just try and stop me."Wd-40's face boggled for a  moment, and then he stated, "While I
may not be able to stop you sir, I believe *they* certainly intend to!" Trying to indicate a bunch of uniformed "Rogue Rodent" patrol who
were quickly advancing towards the armed trio of rodents amongst a score or more of unarmed rodents that were gathered around them and following."Uh oh, time to fall back!" called White Wolf, motioning for all
the rodents nearby to follow him as he hot footed it down the street, while glancing over his shoulder back at the other hamster and patrolmen to make sure they weren't going to just shoot. The Patrolmen began shouting for them to all stop, and several of the rodents began to once again squeal in terror."Sir, may I point out - that you please watch where your - GGGGOOOOIIINNNNNG! " Wd-40's head called out over the rising din, as he saw a temporal wormhole suddenly open up in front of  crowd of fleeing rodents, before they all helplessly disappeared through it with a loud >Bamf<.Dozens of the rodents went tumbling down a set of white marble stair as they rapidly popped out of the other side of the temporal wormhole. White Wolf quickly performed a acrobatic somersault and stood up facing backward, readying himself to provide defensive cover fire if and when the patrolman came after them. But he was momentarily stunned to see the massive temporal hole generator machinery with all sorts of timers standing mounted like a shrine before him, then one of it's timers started flashing a 10 second count down.White Wolf wasted no further consideration what that meant, but instead shouted out, "Come On everyone, move forward as quickly as you can, so others can get through!"A few confusedly dart back through the temporal worm hole, but dozens more of the human sized rodents poured through the open temporal hole and down the stairs, as if heeding some unspoken call to 'abandon ship' if that were possible, followed here and there by some patrolmen, whom rodents began fighting with.White Wolf and the Siberain nearly had to shoot a couple of them in own defense, as some of the patrolmen quickly began retreating back through the wormhole. Then as the countdown timer reached zero, the temporal Wormhole disappeared about as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving them utterly alone.Some of the rodent were still subdueing one of the remaining patrolmen, when he raised his weapon to shoot at White Wolf, a shot rang out startling everyone around, and everyone quickly realised it from the Gerbils shotgun and not the patrolmen's as the man quickly fell to the ground dead."Sir? What's happening? I can't see a thing from down here, except that one fellow over here really needs to see a pedicurist in a hurry, because his nails are in real bad need of a clipping!" Called Wd-40 plaintively from the place where he was dropped on the group.White Wolf bent over and picked the pipe and stood him up once again, and replied in annoyance, "What about my claws?!? Does it look like I've had a chance to swing by the beauty botique in the last three or four months?""Well, then suppose the bad news is that personal hygene probably won't matter all the much now.", commented Wd-40 while blinking, "since this place looks awfully old & deserted!""Mmm, your right about that." replied White Wolf then heading
over to a column a short ways away with several little tiny engravings on it, "Say, what's this?" White Wolf paused, "It looks
pictures of the little claws spelling out the same way I taught the rest of the rodent to use for communicating..." then his voice trailed off, before he finally finishs, "Oh my stars, I can't believe it!""Why what does it say?" Wd-40 trying to focus his eyes as well as
he could from up on his high perch. "it says that a a albino wolf shall lead us from our begining, then to my home - no, OUR home... homeworld." says White Wolf excitedly while scratching off some dust from the column as he continued, "it's a message from the past! It's says we're in their future,  and we're supposed to go back through that machine thats behind us when it next opens up another wormhole to go back to the time when we..."White Wolf pauses before he reads on, in a incredulous voice he calls out, "go on to establish the 'Roo civilization' which later invents it and an benevolent empire and then even later, spans the multiverse while their exploring the diffent temporal causalities!"Suddenly, behind them the temporal wormhole appeared again."Everyone go on through!" Orders White Wolf quickly.  "What's going on?" Protests Wd-40."We're going to start a new civilization, WD!" called back White
Wolf happily."But, I thought you said we were in their future!" Protests
Wd-40."We are, but we won't be soon." Said White Wolf smirking as
following the last of the rodents up to the wormhole."This is all so confusing!" mutters Wd-40. "Well, it seems perfectly clear to me. And I'll plenty of time to explain it all to you previously, back in time." Comments White Wolf smirking as he steps through the temporal wormhole and disappears.<Fini!>  -*-*-*-*-*-My last OOC words:  This is (I believe) my final post to the Blue Dwarf sim. For I believe it is time for me to say a fond farewell to everyone here in the group.       I knew that I would have to someday. I just
always hoped it was going to be some *other* day in the *future*. Call it a optimistic procrastion if you will.  :)      
But now that day is today, strangely, I don't really *know* what I want to say to each of you. Even I though I always thought I would have some great speech and all that when this day eventually came. *Hmpf*, just like a hamster, Huh?        I guess I want to say one thing
in particular - /Thanks for the memories/. I hope many of you will think of Me & White Wolf as fondly as I think of you bunch. And I don't do teary farewell very well, so I won't go into details and tell you all how hard it is for me to finally pull up the tent stakes and break camp. But, be assured, it is.      And I figure some of you will want an
explaination for why I'm leaving. Hmm well, I came to this decision for some *very complicated* reasons. You see, once upon a time, my writing and following along on the Blue Dwarf sim was an absolute blast for me. But as I participated more and more in the group over the course of my long membership here, certain unpleasant events happened where I would occasionally be vilified by someone who was (justifibly or not) angry with me for something or other, or being told that I was 'harsh/mean/unfair' or some other such guff. All because I had taken on one of the burden of helping enforcing our Sims rules and making judgement calls on what I believed to be right and fair while helping out guide the groups ongoing storyline progress and everything like that.      Unfortunately, each of those unpleasantaries
had exacted toll my spirits, eventually so much so that recently I noticed that I was slowing looking forward to our daily posts here on the Blue Dwarf less and less, and even begining to dread when the next bad thing would happen.      Then yesterday, Jen pointedly
asked me a fairly good question - 'Why don't you be fair to yourself and turn this over to another moderator?' After I thought about it, I eventually concluded that she was completely right - though not in the way she had meant. It pretty much came to a head today when Ben, asked me some very similar questions. It was right then that I  decided it was time for me to move on, because there was certainly enough people asking me the same questions. Though, I came to see them in a different light and having an epithany that I had let this thing snowball far as I willing to see it go, and like Kilgore Trouts words from Timequake, 'You were sick before, now your well again, and there's work to do.'. In a sense, I got annoyed with myself for my earlier inaction, and decided it time to translate that into action. A sort of 'cleaning house' directive so to speak.    So there you have my explaination - though convulted as
it is. I hope everyone will understand my reasons, and not feel bitter towards me. And those that do will eventually forgive me for my earlier actions - I was doing what I thought best. just as I am now.     Anyways I've bored you to death long enough - so
like I said above, it's been great fun, folks. And until me meet once again, Fare Thee Well  and (somewhat) as Truman said, if we don't see each before then, make that also good morning, good afternoon, good evening and one hamsterish Goodbye, my friends! :)     - Tim/White Wolf
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