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This is an interesting forum game on the DMFA forum, so thought I might try it here. basically, you respond to whatever gift you were given by the last poster, and give the next poster a gift. The gifts/responses do not need to be appropriate, just to make sence.

For example if I got a glass of milk "she-bop" wou;dn't make any sence for a responce. However, my analizing the glass, finding microscopic organisms in it, and helping them evolve into a thermonuclear cyborg society would be perfectly fine. Or I could just drink the milk.

I'll start

*Gives the next poster a cookie*

*takes the cookie, mangles it into an overclocked sound bite on "Megaman X", and hadoken's Sigma's first form to cheese out the game*

The SNES version, not the PS2 collection edition, as Megaman remains painfully silent when he pulls off that move on the newer console.

*Gives the next poster a Megaman X action figure of Zero, complete with Self Destructo action*

*takes the Zero figure and puts him in the "Hot BoiToi" display case*

*Gives the next poster an unothorized Shonen-Ai DMFA fanfic*

*Activates 'Self Destructo' function and tosses it into Bill Gates' pants pocket*

*Dusts hands*

There that ought to take care of him for a while.

*Hands the next poster a copy of "Rent"*

*takes the unauthorized fanfic and puts it in his room for future... reading. Yes, much repeated reading. He then takes the copy of "Rent" and tries to pay his with it this month.*

Gives the next poster a copy of Galactic Civilizations II

*the ringwolf takes the offered box and scrutinizes it* Requirements... Windows 98, ME, 2000, XP... *the ringwolf looks over at his three networked Macintoshes* Riiiight. *the ringwolf puts the box on a shelf labeled "to gather dust" and plucks off a CD jewel case that is covered in dust* Ah, just ripe.

*Andrick hands the Beastie Boys' "Intergalactic Planetary" CD to the next poster+

*rocks out to "Intergalactic" for a while*

Impressive--they're busting mad rhymes with an 80% success rate. I believe that qualifies as ill. At least from a technical standpoint.

*Just for the heck of it, puts the song into Pandora. It gives him "Time to Build" (Beastie Boys), "Listen Here" (Adam F), and "Steppin Thru" (Swollen Members).*

Hm. May need to tweak this station a bit.

*Gives the next poster a Salgrus plushie. (For those of you who didn't play/read about the forumite DnD game, Sal is a hyena cleric. ^^ ) *

Squeeee! A plushie!!!

*huggles and cuddles the Salgrus plush*

Now let's see...

*buy buy buy sew sew sew*

At last, my plushcraft is complete!

*hands the next poster a red fox plushie with a blue tuft sewn on top of the head, two extra tails, and anatomical correctness(concealed well enough you could show this plush to your mother)*

*takes the plush Alfy, looks at it and is about to do... something when the ringwolf notices everyone staring at him. The canid blushes brightly and meekly puts the plush on a shelf* I should say I'm disturbed, but I just found one of the most disturbing things that can be summed up in two words that shan't be spoken aloud for fear of disturbing the Evil Ones.

*the ringwolf plucks a doll off the shelf, next to the stuffed Alfador, and proceeds to give the next poster Crossplay Ken*

*Looks at the Crossplay Ken wondering where it had gone. . .* Hey! You aren't supposed to be able to read another player's thoughts! (Thanks to Doink for the idea ) He's my tea time friend, you have any idea how hard it is to find friends that won't crush you because you're only 17" tall?!?!

*The marten collects himself and presents the next poster with a copy of 'The Crying Game' and a certificate for one free favor. *

Micro_fur - So open-minded my brain fell out! But now it's all dirty.

what is this crying game? *poctes the fravor cetrificet.

give the next poster tempory paranioa curitsy of Dr. lyse

Hold it. He's a member of this forum and doesn't know The Crying Game movie? Maybe he's not really a forumite. Maybe he's one of them. Maybe he's from Unit Zero. Or, the Village. The Psy-Cops. Eek!
*DB falls down in a faint*
*Time passes*
*DB wakes up*

That was not funny!

*Gives the next poster an autographed picture of James Doohan.*

*takes the picture and puts it with his other star trek memorabelia.* You know, it was funnt that I saw the ST movies way before any tv episodes, and got very confused why they changed scotty's actor. Took a long time to realize it was actually the same guy.

*gives the next poster a box of thin mints*

*Darts from a shadowy corner and absconds with the coookies that are related to both thin AND minty goodness*

They will not takes the preciousssss.... no...

*Gives the next poster a ring of infinite power and invisibility*

Mmm.

A Bracelet of Power would be better, but I'll take a ring.

*puts on the ring, does supercool stuff, but because he's invisible, nobody sees it*

Ah well. Here, the next poster can have an empty can of Pringles.

*takes the can of Pringles and puts tennis balls in it.*

*gives the next poster a roll of duct tape*

*takes the duct tape and is reminded of an Onion horoscope from last week*

"Taurus: You'll wonder aloud this week if there's anything duct tape can't do, much to the horror of your fellow EMTs and the crowd that has gathered."

*gives the next poster a fortune cookie*

*the ringwolf takes the cookie and squeezes it in his fist, but it wasn't crumbling. In frustration, the ringwolf throws the fortune cookie against the wall. Suddenly the scene bleeds of its color and everything becomes black & white with exaggerated shadows. A saxophone plays a melancholy solo somewhere in the distance*

There was nowhere for this one to go. The client paid well in advance for me to get the information, peaceful or not. I had already taken three slugs on this job: two from cookie's protection and the last from my bottle in the car to ease the pain. I tried reason and a little pressure to get cookie to crack, but cookie wanted to get tough. But a tough cookie never got one over on a private eye like me - Dick Drick. When cookie finally broke I got an answer that my client wasn't gonna' like. It was vague and cryptic. I worked cookie over, but a one-liner and some random numbers were all I got for bloodying my knuckles.

As I walked away from the broken shell of cookie, questions about this case ran through my mind. Why did cookie try to protect this information, even hiring thugs to prevent anyone from prying it out? Just what were these lucky numbers? And why were they inbedded within a chinese aphorism?

My thinking wasn't much improved by the three slugs I had already taken; three was my limit, no matter the source. It's why I carry some luck with me. I pull out the pack and am just about to light one up when I notice someone watching me. I don't know how long I was being watched, but it is obvious this person is expecting something. Maybe this case is finally going to break wide open. I walk over and offer the observer my pack of Lucky Strikes.

*Takes the pack of cigarettes and lights one*
You know, they say that smoking will increase your chances of cancer by 10%. *Takes a drag and inhales deeply* Then again living in these times increases your chances of dying at an early age. *Takes another drag and rumages around his box of neat useless junk.* Ahh, here we are, a vial of pure capsacin(labeled 'Hot Stuff'); just remember to dilute this stuff by a factor of at least 100,000 if you want to live.
*Hands the next poster the vial while taking a final drag*

Micro_fur - . . .a time to kill, a time to heal. . .

*takes the vial and gives it to his brother; the dude loves this kind of stuff*

Whew...that's too hot for me. Hotter than the fires of Hell. I mean, that vial was full of stuff that could drive a blue supergiant star to tears of shame. Hell's only got the boiling point of sulfur. *starts weaving a handbasket*

*gives the next poster the handbasket when he's finished.*