Posted on 04/09/2013 5:27:53 PM PDT by Darksheare
I just spent alot of time posting!
I see that, looks like you hit a small bump.
Pictured: Small Bump
What happened?
Well, someone set up us the bomb?
I'm serious!
Oh, well.. looks like your post got pulled.
Augh! I spent alot of effort on that! How did it happen?!
Couldn't be because you were doing it wrong?
What the, how'd you get that video of m-- uh.. I don't even wear that!
Right Skippy. *cough* Well, since you asked, here's how posts get removed.
First, if it is against TOS it gets seen.
Then it gets marked.
Okay, I have that much.
Then the mods gather:
Pictured, mods gathering.
I don't think that's how it looks, I..
Look, do you want an answer or not?
...Yes?
Right, carrying on.
Then they back their vehicle up to your post.
Whoah! What the heck is that thing?!
It's a machine, that eats other machines.
With this:
I don't see what this has to do with my post vanishing, can you tell me wha-
Watch it question boy! I have a flamethrower!
You want to vanish like your dog did?
What the?! No, not Roozer too!
To be fair, your dog WAS drunk.
What?! Who would even... please don't point that flamethrower at me.
Right, and after they saw your post off the entire forum, they set it on fire.
Wait.. that man. His face, and fire! Oh GOD WHY?!
Oh, HIS post was all about his face, so the mods set it on fire.
After that, they used the ashes to open a gate between our world and theirs, like this:
BLECH! That's horrible!
And those tentacles! GAAAH!
If you think that's bad, you should see what happens when the mods get their hands on a bad thread.
Pictured: Mod hands
Oh look, here comes a mod now.
Looks like they want to ask you about that thread you just posted.
Gaaah! Tell them I'm indisposed!
Pictured: Moderator, dunno which one.
Tell them yourself, they're right behind you.
Wait, don't run away!
We haven't gotten to what happens when they edit your thread title!
This concludes our sordid fictional tale.
If you liked that, we have plenty more in the book "Oh the horrible things you'll summon!" rumored to be written by IamnotaMod
Someone took a three minute portion of "Ceasar's Gallic Wars" and recorded the reading in Latin, Urdu, Cymric, and Gaelic, then mixed all the recordings together concurrently, with selected phrases transcribed in non-Castilian Spanish layered into the mix for flavor. They then took the resultant digital recording of this unique blend of languages and literature and fed it to the input of a very old but still functioning Soviet issue voice scrambler long ago discarded by the KGB. The output of the scrambler was utilized as the source for the generation of a MIDI file which was then played by five MIDI capable devices, the oldest of which was a Yamaha DX7 (which promptly maxed out its available polyphony and caused it to generat amusing bits of random DAC noise.) The resultant audio product was captured via digital recording equipment operating at a sample rate of 64k samples/second and uploaded to YouTube for your listening, um, pleasure.
So, go listen to it again if you dare, and realize that what you are hearing is merely this:
All Gaul is divided into three parts, one of which the Belgae inhabit, the Aquitani another, those who in their own language are called Celts, in our Gauls, the third. All these differ from each other in language, customs and laws. The river Garonne separates the Gauls from the Aquitani; the Marne and the Seine separate them from the Belgae. Of all these, the Belgae are the bravest, because they are furthest from the civilization and refinement of [our] Province, and merchants least frequently resort to them, and import those things which tend to effeminate the mind; and they are the nearest to the Germans, who dwell beyond the Rhine, with whom they are continually waging war; for which reason the Helvetii also surpass the rest of the Gauls in valor, as they contend with the Germans in almost daily battles, when they either repel them from their own territories, or themselves wage war on their frontiers. One part of these, which it has been said that the Gauls occupy, takes its beginning at the river Rhone; it is bounded by the river Garonne, the ocean, and the territories of the Belgae; it borders, too, on the side of the Sequani and the Helvetii, upon the river Rhine, and stretches toward the north. The Belgae rises from the extreme frontier of Gaul, extend to the lower part of the river Rhine; and look toward the north and the rising sun. Aquitania extends from the river Garonne to the Pyrenaean mountains and to that part of the ocean which is near Spain: it looks between the setting of the sun, and the north star.
Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum unam incolunt Belgae, aliam Aquitani, tertiam qui ipsorum lingua Celtae, nostra Galli appellantur. Hi omnes lingua, institutis, legibus inter se differunt. Gallos ab Aquitanis Garumna flumen, a Belgis Matrona et Sequana dividit....
Good morning, Caesar. Fine grammar you got there.
Good morning. I’ve mailed the last payment on the van; hopefully I’ll get a nice note from the bank soon.
42 and sunny. I went running at 5:00 a.m., when it was still dark and I don’t know how cold, but I had all my layers of clothes on.
Well, the subverted robotics are much larger.
Some are the size of a respectable great dane.
Others are the size of vehicles.
Their normal cautious behavior is replaced with something akin to robotic tourettes.
Heh heh heh.
Metalstep, which is an outgrowth of Dubstep.
The musician CellDweller actually can do regular music, but his electronic stuff seems to have more life and movement to it than his “normal” music.
I’m going to work.
Everybody play nice.
0537 and the A/C has just cycled on, even though the thermostat is set for 84...*sigh*
I promise not to open the door marked “Special Project, Do Not Open”.
Too late...
The winning answer would have been “Me and Bobby McGee.”
“What’s that rumbling noise?”
That doesn’t sound like a Monday song...
But I could be wrong. Maybe.
You opened the door...you should have known what was behind it. ohno...it’s...comi...EEEEEK!
“And at that moment, robotic shambling paperboys rushed into the room!”
Uh, narrator guy, you’re in their path.
“Wait, I am? Oh God no! AUUUUGH!”
You’re too late. You’ve already been pasted and papered...
Paper delivered into oblivion.
What if you’re part of the experiment?
I never cared for that.
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