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Hmm, that's a good question. I suppose each of us could just run their ideas past each other each day...

Woah, you're right. That's creepy.

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Books have the same enemies as people: fire... and their own content. Paul Valery (1871 - 1945) (Paraphrased) The BZ-Metru Story Chapter 30 Schizo Kaita was un-happy. All his life he had dreamed of getting to where he was: Forum Leader of the Library. Not just comedies- the whole library. The years of hard work, determination and sacrifice had paid off. He had scores of minions working for him: from the once great Hahli Husky, to the lowly Snoopy82. But still, he was unhappy. And he knew why: Smeagol4 was still alive. Ever since the… incident, in the cars with Smeag, Schizo had hated his very living being. No one could defeat Schizo. Not a soul alive had ever defeated him… which was why Smeag had to die. But how? Death by monkeys… was the first thought, brought up by Schizo. Kaita was quick to dismiss this idea. No. There is no such thing as death by monkeys. We must kill him using our weapons at hand, he thought, motioning to the fireaxe on the desk beside him. A knock at the office door made him jump slightly. Or perhaps… “Come in,” he said, the soft voice of Kaita emanating forth. The door swung open, revealing a very dazed and haggard Hahli Husky. The harsh, deep voice of Schizo: “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?” “Sir,” said HH, her tone icy, “Smeagol4 is on the line.” Schizo’s eyes widened. Almost subconsciously, his fingers gripped the hilt of the fireaxe and started to twitch excitedly. “Excellent. Direct the call through to us.” HH left the room, slamming the door behind her. Schizo pressed the “receive” button on his desk phone. “Hello?” said the voice of Smeag. “Hello there, Smeagol,” said Kaita’s voice, overtaking Schizo for the moment. “It has been a while.” “What do you want, Schizo?” “We want… a pig.” Smeag was obviously taken aback. “W- what?” “A pig. Tell us Smeagol, what do we do with pigs?” “We… eat them?” “We kill them. We lead them to the slaughter house and we kill them,” said Schizo, reflecting on the subtle irony of the situation. “But- what-” “We have two pigs, Smeagol. One will die if you are not here within one hour.” He added a pause for dramatic effect. “We have named this pig Hahli Husky.” A hushed gasp on the other end told Schizo that his words had had the desired effect. “But… who is the other--” “One hour,” interrupted Schizo, before pushing the “end call” button on the receiver. Relaxing in his chair, Schizo smiled-- his second, and more plump, pig was willingly returning to the slaughter. *** Fifty-nine minutes later, Smeagol4 had still not arrived. Schizo had been sitting patiently in his office, staring blankly at the door, waiting for it to open. He glanced up to the clock on the wall, which began to chime- it had been one hour. Showtime, thought the voice of Schizo. He turned on his intercom. “Hahli, would you come in here please?” He stood up, fished something out of his desk drawer, and turned to face the window behind him. He was sure to strike what would from the rear appear to be a dramatic pose. He heard the door click open and slam shut. “What do you want… sir?” “Freshly cooked bacon,” said Schizo, turning slowly to face HH. He aimed a gun directly at her head. “But as the intended pig is late, you will have to do.” Several things happened at once: The door flung open. A man burst in, colliding with HH. Both tumbled to the ground. Schizo fired the gun. HH screamed. As the dust settled, all three parties stumbled to their feet, dazed. Schizo was the first to realize what had happened: Smeagol4 had arrived. He lunged over the desk, in the same motion grabbing the fire axe which lay on top and dropping the gun. He crashed into HH and Smeag, all three collapsing once again. HH quickly pried herself away from the pile, fearing what might happen next. She pushed herself tightly against the wall. The two men grappled on the floor, neither able to gain the upper hand- until Schizo made his fatal error. He turned on the fireaxe, as opposed to simply using the blade. With a blaze of sparks, the now molten blade was embedded by Schizo into the floor where Smeags neck had been moments earlier. This caused the carpet to burst into flames. Schizo, realizing what he had done, made a beeline for the door and exited into the hall. This left HH and Smeag to deal with the now-inferno. “What do we do?” yelled HH over the roar of flames. Smeag looked about franticly for a fire extinguisher, but to no avail. Instead he settled for Schizo’s abandoned gun. “Start the alarm and get this place evacuated. I’m going after Schizo.” HH nodded and the pair left the flaming office. Outside in the antechamber they were greeted by a shocked Senjo. “He went that way,” she said, indicating the emergency stairwell. In one smooth leap Smeag hopped down several steps at once and proceeded. When he reached the end of the stairs, the Comedies landing, he caught a glance of the door swinging shut and ran inside. He stopped short as soon as he entered- before him stood an army of troll, spammers, and flamers. Blithering cool dudes, the bane of HH and Smeag’s existence… and what had driven Schizo insane. Smeag pressed forward against the tide of bodies. Though the noobs posed no real threat to his safety, they provided an effective obstacle while Schizo made his getaway. Finally he broke through to the other side of the human-roadblock and proceeded down the main staircase. He passed Epics, for one glance told him the entire floor was ablaze. He knew his best bet to catch the madman was the ground floor- Short Stories. Smeag entered the ground floor, shocked at what he found- Schizo Kaita, standing on the front desk, hacking away at everything in sight. All around him were burning book shelves. “STOP!” yelled Smeag. His voice was eerily muffled by the sound of nearby flames. Schizo whirled from where he stood, looking like a five year old caught stealing cookies. The two stared into each other awkwardly, neither dropping the gaze. “Schizo… stop. It’s not worth it.” No movement. “We can find help for you Schizo. You can become one with yourself- and you can join us. Forget Ninjo. Come back to BZ-Metru!” Schizo blinked but otherwise remained still. “For God’s sake Schizo, the building will burn down any minute! Answer!” Schizo blinked twice, cocked his head to the side, and grimaced. He never once broke his glance. “I… You know what I would like, Smeagol?” he said. Smeag sighed with relief. “What?” “I like my bacon burnt to a crisp!” he yelled, lunging once more at Smeag. Smeag dove out of the way and grabbed the first thing he could find- the stand of a now singed lamp. He parried Schizo’s second blow with it, and jumped onto the desk. Schizo swung his axe like a mad man, driving Smeag back to the end of the desk- and finally off of it. Smeag collapsed backwards into a bookcase. Schizo jumped on top of him and rose the axe. “FINALLY!” he yelled- but that was as far as he got! With a horrifically loud groan, the ceiling at the other end of the building began to collapse. Flame engulfed the hall, spreading fast. Smeag and Schizo were knocked back by the force of the blast, as the whole building shook. Smeag regained his consciousness quickly. “SCHIZO?” he yelled into the flames. No reply. “SCHIZO, THIS ISN’T A GAME ANY MORE! GET OUT!” No reply. Smeagol4 left the burning building, not sure whether to be sad at the loss of what had been a long time friend or a murderer. Outside he met and hugged a crying Hahli Husky. Nearby were crowds of evacuated patrons of the library. All watched in horror as the forum that had been their lives burned down. Review Topic

Absolutely stunning, EW- I seriously think this is so much better than any one chapter of the BZMS. You made all of the characters work, your description was detailed yet simple, and your battle was brilliant. I loved the last paragraph- Chilling. You seriously need to write more, man!

HIS AWESOMENESSOSITYISM KNOWS NO BOUNDS That picture just won the GAME.

Stop your life, no matter what you are doing. Go to Wikipedia. Look up Paul McCartney. Read the WHOLE article. Read the article about The Beatles. Go to googlevideo/video site of choice. Look up "beatles Yesterday" and "beatles hey jude" Watch said videos. Resume your newly enlightened life.

I find it hilarious that this topic was closed only after three and a half pages were added, it had a run a top the Top Ten Hot Topics, and was number 2 for a while, and was surely reported by many dozens of members. The topic about topics dying... never died!

Oh! Darling, please believe me I'll never do you no harm Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm Oh! Darling, if you leave me I'll never make it alone Believe me when I beg you Don't ever leave me alone When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly broke down and cried When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly fell down and died Oh! Darling, if you leave me I'll never make it alone Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly fell down and cried When you told me you didn't need me anymore Well you know I nearly fell down and died Oh! Darling, please believe me I'll never let you down Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm

Aww. The library will miss you, Raia.

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The BZ-Metru Story, Chapter 29 Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons. Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970) Smeagol4 paced excitedly in his hotel room, an extra spring in his step. He was dressed in a BZR military jacket and hat, or at least a BZ-Metru uniform which was dressed up to look BZR. On the bed of the room sat a man wearing the same attire, although his really was a BZ-Metru uniform. “So tell me again,” said the man on the bed, “You want to do what?” “I kill you,” said Smeag, stopping. He resumed the second the words left his mouth. “You kill me. I’m still not grasping the concept here,” said the man. “And would you stop that pacing already?” Smeag stopped and set himself down in a generic hotel chair. “We’ve gone over this before, Dorek. We need to incite the people of BS01 to their tipping point, and this is the perfect way to do so!” Dorek sighed. “But why do we need riots?” Smeag smiled and wrung has hands. “Let’s go over this again…” *** The Swert Memorial Square was busy that day. Not because of a particularly large amount of joy walkers or grocery shoppers, but because of one man standing at the base of the statue of Swert- wearing a BZ-Metru uniform. “Down with Ninjo!” he would yell, amidst other profanity laced sayings. The growing crowds around him began to respond, a majority yelling their agreement. Only a handful booed. Soon the police arrived- in full gear, they stormed the area and created a perimeter around the statue, guns and teargas cans ready for action should the crowds get rowdy. In an instant the entire crowd- audience, police, and protester- became silent as a single figure approached. He wore full BZR captain apparel. “Ay, who’s in charge here?” he said in a mock Irish accent. The chief of police, decked out in riot gear, stepped out to meet him. “I am sir.” “And what seems to be the trouble here?” “A BZ-Metru sympathetic protestor. He’s not violent yet, so we waited to take action.” “A good move, chief. Let me handle this.” The captain broke through police lines and climbed onto the statue. “Ay there sonny, why don’t you come down from there?” “Cause I’m tired of this oppression. I want you to go back to Ninjo and tell him to shove it!” The crowd gasped. The captain took a step, but stopped when the protester took a gun out of his pocket. “Now now sonny, we don’t need to be violent here…” he said, giving a slight nod while he spoke. “Shut up. This is for Biosector01, and for the freedom of all those in the BZR!” A lone gunshot rang throughout the square. The captain gave a look of surprise, a slight gurgle, and collapsed. The crowd went into a frenzy, and pushed forward against the police line- which responded with equal vigor. Soon the crowd and police were in a full out war, tear gas and stun bullets flying every which way. All the while, not a soul realized that the BZR captain and the protester were running away from the scene side by side. *** Smeag and Dorek, who by now had shed their uniforms for street clothes, burst into the capital building of BS01. They were halted by a security guard, who shrunk back when he saw their guns. “Oh please sirs, the last time to men with guns came in here the last guard was shot… please don’t kill me too!” Smeag smiled. “We’re friends. Take us to your leader.” The guard did as he was told. Moments later, the Smeag and Dorek were sitting behind the desk of the newly ousted president of BS01, Erebus- BS01 had been liberated from the BZR. Review Topic

Holy heck, how tall is that thing?

TOO MUCH DRAMA. I can't see how you do it, it seems like you're always in some kind of play.

This Entry has been made to push the previous one down, because it's not an entry that's a "Oh hey what's this?" entry. So I'll leave you with this.

If you've been redirected here, it's most likely because you've been reviewed- by me! Use this guide as a tool for understanding the number rating attached to my review. 1/10 Utter Spam. Never to be used. 2/10 Slightly better than spam. Barely coherent story and grammar of a three year old. Never to be Used. 3/10 The story has a defined beginning middle and end as well as some essence of believable characters, but the grammar is still a mess. 4/10 Your grammar still has a few mistakes, but it's getting better. The story is organized and understandable, and the characters, while not the most fleshed out, are taking form. 5/10 The average story. 6/10 The plot is getting better and the characters are almost there- grammar at this point can be excused, and more effort into plot. 7/10 Slightly above average. 8/10 Above average. 9/10 A very good story. Grammar is nearly perfect, with just the occasional typo. The characters are believable and real, and the plot is original, enticing, and well written. 10/10 The best possible ranking. Story is original and extremely well written, characters are as real as the dirty sock on the floor over there, and you have grammar that would make Tolstoy blush. Congratulations!

I keep this blog favorited year round in anticipation of this week. And this entry has mad it worth it.

After much work, procrastination, and constipation just posting this, may I present my SS Olympics entry. _____ The life of a spy is not an easy one. Every day, they must risk their lives for what they believe is the greater good, AKA the whims of the politicians for which they work. They commit unspeakable acts- thievery, treachery, and yes, sometimes even murder- all to aid their government and to feed their families. The latter is not an easy task, for despite the horrors which they undergo a spy is paid as little as a common soldier. There is also the very real and undeniable possibility every waking moment of their lives that they will be caught and executed or worse. All of this adds up to one simple question, a question that even the hardiest of agents of espionage finds himself asking: Is it really worth it? Toa Velox began asking that question of himself the second he left the Admin'ss Palace. Why the Karzahni am I doing this? He thought to himself as he walked down the main street of General Discussion. All around him, dozens of members hurried about their business, unaware of Velox and the crimes he was committing with every step he took. The war between BZ-Metru and the Bionicle Zone Republic has not been kind to Velox. Being a forum mentor meant that he would instantly become an officer in the BZ-Metru army- but thanks to a small technicality in his health record, he had been rejected and sent to the library to work with his longtime mentor, Hahli Husky. But even that had failed him. Due to a misunderstanding of the rules, he was fired by Hahli Husky and forced to live on the streets. However, Velox was a resolute man. His head was full of ideas of fame and glory, as all of us dream of when we are young, and was determined to make something of himself. He would not confine himself and his family to a life of poverty. So he took what he thought was the best route available: He went to work as a spy for Ninjo, head administrator of the Bionicle Zone Republic. The salary was meager, but at that point he was not about to complain. After all, shortly after, he took a second job which paid more than his current job. He began moonlighting as a spy for Black Six. He spent the last month of his life, shuttling information between Ninjo and Six, each of whom believed that Velox was truly faithful to him. He was living what could truly be called a double life: He was an illegal citizen of the BZR, because he was also a citizen, also illegal for the same reason, of BZ-Metru. And while Ninjo had not yet expressed any suspicion of his activities as a double agent, Black Six had. Which leads us to where we find Velox, walking down the street of General Discussion. It's just a simple info swap, there's nothing to be afraid of, he reassured himself. You've done stuff like this a million times. And yet the young man could not shake the awful feeling inside himself that he was being set up. Black Six had personally requested that Velox go to the BZR's island prison off the coast of sets to get information from another agent already stationed there. The whole thing reeked of suspicion to Velox. Never before had he been asked to travel that far into the depths of BZR territory, and there were several other agents who had. Why pick Velox? But then again, who was he to complain? For all he knew, this was a simple test of his competence, a promotion and raise waiting for a completed job. He reached the "official" border crossing with relative ease- a government id will get you onto any bus or subway you want for free. The next step was to cross. Ninjo had not been nearly as strict as Six had about border security, thus BZR patrols were rare compared to BZ-Metru's guards. He slipped into the BZR controlled outskirts of GD unnoticed. When the boundaries between BZ-Metru and the BZR had been hastily drawn up, a curious addition to the BZR had been made. Whether the pen slipped on the official map, or whether it was intentional, no one knew; but a small sliver of the ring shaped forum had been granted to the BZR. The difference was immediately noticeable and very obvious- compared to the rest of GD, and the rest of the BZR, it was a slum. Some rather undesirable characters had made their home there, which kept Velox on alert. Once again, however, he passed through with little trouble. Then came his first problem. To get to his destination, the best route was to go south through Lego General Discussion. Unfortunately for him, LGD was one of the less popular forums, and as such consisted mostly of vast, open grassland. There was a small city situated towards the north, but it was out of Velox's way. It would take him at least two days to walk. So there he stood, weighing his options: He could walk, and risk missing his contact at the prison; he could go south through Completely Off Topic, which would be much more risky in terms of secrecy; or he could hijack a passing car and use that. He chose the third option, for at that moment an old pickup truck came barreling up the road toward where Velox stood. He stuck out his thumb, formulating a plan as the truck slowed to a halt in front of him. "Need a lift, mate?" asked the driver. He spoke with a heavy Australian accent. "Erm, yeah, I'm headed in toward LGD, and my car broke down a while back," lied Velox. "Oh yes, I thought I saw a broken down car... well, I'm headed toward LGD myself, hop in." Velox climbed into the old truck, which was at least thirty years old. As he closed the side door he casually put his hand in his coat pocket and clutched at the handle of a knife which he had stashed there. "So, why you headed to LGD?" "Um Bohrok Mason society meeting." "Really? Well I'll be, I didn't know they was having a meeting there... what's your rank? Velox froze for a second. "2nd class." The driver cast a suspicious glance toward Velox. "Oh... well, then you must know the head second classman... what was his name again?" Velox understood that the jig was up and that he had to act fast. He pulled the knife out of his pocket and in one smooth move transferred it from his right to left hand, while held it under the driver's neck. "Okay, listen- you're going to pull over to the side of the road and get out. Youre going to lie down on the grass and wait till I'm gone before you get up." "But-" Velox pushed the knife in closer. "Geez, alright." The truck motored to a stop. Cautiously the driver exited the truck, and Velox did the same. Unlike Velox, who started walking down the grassy knoll on the side of the hill, the driver ran toward the poorly paved road, trying to flag down a passing car for help. Velox reacted quickly, running up behind him and clubbing him on the back with the knife handle. The drive crumpled to the ground out cold. "You didn't listen," said Velox as he rolled the driver down the hill. He fished through his jacket pockets, taking out an ID, cell phone, and half a sandwich. One look at the ID told Velox that he had just stolen the car of Apollo, a forum assistant. He got back into the truck and started it up. The drive would take several hours, but at least he now had a few things going for him: He was posing as a BZR forum assistant, he had transportation, and he had lunch. He took a bite of the sandwich. *** Only one thing now stood between Velox and the prison that was his goal: the ocean. He had made it to Sets, passing through checkpoints using the fake ID badge and making quick getaways. He knew that by now, almost a day and a half later, Apollo had raised some sort of alarm about Velox. He didn't have much time. Velox stood, staring out across the open sea, knowing that somewhere on the dark blue waters was the BZR Maximum Security Prison. He ran over his options in his mind: He could swim and soon after drown. He could somehow get caught and taken there. He could steal a boat. Or maybe He decided on his actions and acted quickly. He walked to the local marina and, using the stolen ID, 'confiscated' a boat. He sped off into the ocean, heading in what he thought to be the general direction of the prison. Velox's one hope came true: A patrol boat. He sped up the boat, directing it toward the patrol, until he was almost crashed into it- and he slammed on the brakes seconds before a collision. The two members in the boat look confused, flash the alarm lights quickly, then one of them stood up and jumped over to Velox's boat. "You know how fast you were going, bud?" "I was hoping you could tell me." The man's face turned a slight shade of purple. "You were going 40. Limit's 20. You almost crashed into a federal vehicle." "Sorry, I do that sometimes." "You lookin for trouble, buddy?" "Yeah, I was actually." "That's it, you're under arrest. Let me see your ID." Velox fished Apollo's ID out of his coat pocket. The officer looked at it and smiled. "Who'd you think you're trying to fool? Heh, your loss, just another charge. Come on, we're taking you back to the main land." Velox's eyes widened as he let the officer place a set of handcuffs on his hands. The officer pulled him- quite roughly- into the other boat. "Wait! My... my real ID is in the left pocket." The officers looked at each other. The one who had arrest Velox pulled the real ID out of Velox's pocket. After he showed it to his partner, they looked at each other, both understanding. "He's a spy. Take him to the island." The boat sped off in the opposite direction of the mainland. Unbeknownst to the two officers, Velox smiled. *** The second the three men stepped onto the land where the prison was, Velox acted. He shifted all of his weight to the left, knocking the left guard into the ground. As the right guard came careening toward him, Velox spun out of the way and, while the guard's back was turned, put his handcuffs over his neck. You're going to take out the keys and take these off me. Youre going to wait three minutes before you some inside." The guard reached down to his belt for the keys. Velox slackened his arms. The guard realized his opportunity and pulled a gun out of its holster. He tried to spin around to aim at Velox, who recognized the action and grabbed the gun arm. The struggled, the gun pointed in the air, neither man able to gain an advantage- A single shot rang through the air. Time seemed to freeze. A sickened look crept across the guards face. His grip on Velox's arms slackened, and he crumpled to the ground. Velox's eyes widened. Murder. He knew that he had to get the job done, but... The unconscious guard on the ground twitched. Velox realized that he could risk staying there. He stuck the gun in his pocket and ran off up the path into the woods. He had seen a castle far off in the distance, which he judged to be the prison. Through the woods he ran, knowing that behind him somewhere was the other guard who by now had discovered the murder. He didnt know what he would do when he got to the prison, only that somehow he needed to get inside. He soon came to a pair of massive wooden doors. Velox stared up at them, wondering how he was supposed to get through them. Then the solution came to them. "OPEN UP!" he yelled, pounding on them, "NINJO IS DEAD!" Silence. Slowly the right door crept open enough for the head of a man to peer through. "...Dead?" he whispered. "Yes. I bring orders for the warden." "But Nikira didn't say anything about... I... come in." The door opened further and Velox stepped inside. He started to progress down the hall toward a flight of steps- "Wait. I need to see your ID first." Velox winced. He didn't want things to get messier than they already were, but if it were necessary... "No you can't. But, you can take me to Xander004." Velox spun around slowly, taking the gun out of his pocket and aiming it at the man. The man's eyes widened. "What- I- who are you?" "That doesn't matter. Take me to Xander004." Silently they marched down the hall and then down the steps, each weary of each other. Velox nervously kept the gun aimed at the guard's back the whole way down. They finally stopped their descent and entered a long, narrow hall. It was poorly lit. Arriving at an old wooden door, the man cautiously opened it and ushered Velox in. "No. You first." The guard gave a small sigh and entered. Velox followed. What he saw made him nearly drop the gun: Nikira, and her aide Arch-Angel, sitting at a desk staring at him. "Velox?" asked Nikira, slightly confused. "What are you doing here?" Velox whimpered inaudibly. Nikira was one of the few who knew Velox was a spy for the BZR... or at least that he was supposed to be. And here he was, holding a gun to one of her guard's head. "I... I'm on a mission from Ninjo. He has commanded me to inspect the prison." As soon as the words left his mouth Velox realized his mistake. The guard spoke: "But you just said Ninjo was dead!" Velox rammed himself into the guard, both of them crashing into the door frame. The gun still in Velox's hand exploded with a shot as the two were leaning against each other. Velox felt a sharp pain in his left arm and stumbled back. His left sleeve was now starting to turn a horrid shade of red. He pushed himself away from the fallen guard and ran into the hall. Behind him he could hear someone yell "Raise the alarm! Lock the gates!" Velox didn't hesitate. He careened up the steps without stopping. When he reached the top hallway with the gate, he raced past the gate- now heavily guarded- he didn't stop and continued until he reached another stairway leading up. The guards in front of the gate raced after him, firing shots that just missed Velox's head. Velox ran up the step until he could run no more: Not only because the awful pain in his arm was causing him to lose feeling, but because he ran out of steps. He burst through a wooden door to find himself at the top of the tallest tower of the castle, looking out over the raging ocean. As he peered out over the stone turrets, he barely heard the door crashing open behind him nor the shouts of guards. He was too fixated on the several hundred foot drop, and what he could possibly do to escape. Slowly he turned, fearing what he would see. It was Arch Angel, behind whom were about a dozen guards. "Toa Velox, you are under arrest for impersonating a BZR staff member, carjacking, conspiracy to act against Ninjo, murder, and assaulting a BZR employee. What do you have to say?" Velox took one slow, long look behind him. Why the Karzahni am I doing this?] He stared Arch Angel straight in the eye. "See you in ######." With those final words, he let himself fall backwards, plummeting end over end, before disappearing into the murky depths.

The second one is fun, but I like the first one a lot better.

Come on, you can and probably will beat me any day of the week.

Going away for vacation, I'll most likely have limited internet access, but I'll still be able to get to BZP once in a while.

They were just a flash in the pan, as will be Beiber and Kei%sh# or whatever its name is. No need for assassination attempts, their fans will loose interest when someone else comes along and will do it for you.

I tried writing a novel/book a while ago, with the same results- just a Tolkien wannabe.

How is this possible...? <5 proto, but stilll OBZPC..?

I noticed it was pretty fast today as well... but then I realized there were only one hundred people on.