Well....

[heatherivxx]

I am so bored again. I really don't want to start watching T.V. so someone...everyone...please tell me a story of some sorts

[Ganak]

Here's a story about a dude named Ganak who took today off work on his birthday with an intent to play DDO all day....

[heatherivxx]

Aww Ganak That really sucks. Happened to me once but dang not on my birthday. Happy Birthday btw

[Jondallar]

Once upon a time there was a land of make believe called Argonnessen Server. In this land there were many heroes. The heroes of the land were divided into two opposing groups "The Bearded Ones" who followed the champion Chuck Norris, and "The Tinted Ones" who had no apparent leader, but were represented by their loudest member Aspenor.

The Bearded Ones and the Tinted Ones battled and contested back and forth, with neither side being able to get a clear advantage. One side would stike a mighty blow, only to have the other reposte back with an even mightier, coarser, or inappropriate blow. The many residents of the land enjoyed this for a time, but it eventually became passee. The people of Argonnessen prayed to their strange Pantheon of gods... known as the Devs for some respite to the boredom on the forums, and the need for new champions, with Uber Lootz, and mad skillz.

Finally the Dev's heard the cry of the people, and their prayers were answered. But not in a way that they thought it would happen.

You see the dev's can be spiteful and this is how they answered Argo. They worlds were shacken to their very core and planes of existence were merged. In this tumultuous time the Mightiest Plane was harshlly merged with Argo. Mabar the Endless Night had settled across the land.

Heralded by the high and whiny, but extremely over powering (mostly due to halitosis) voice of Yaga king of the Noobs, or more commonly Yaga Nub. MABAR (known as marbar to the true demi gods that enhabit that plane) had arrived and they began to show what true Uberness meant. The power hungryness of Mabar and the unbelieveable godlike skills and charismatic nature of the entire population subjegated Argonessen. But what was worse was the Argonnessen could not, and did not want to resist the Mabarians...they were glad to know that True heroes still lived. But they were sad to see that so many that were held in such high esteem had fallen from the low pedistals to be replaced by Mabarians on even higher pedistals, and ever more would the orginal citizens of Argonnessen be subject to the awesomeness that is Mabar.

Moral of this Fable: An Idiot with a computer, but no game to play (due to unforseen maintenance down time) will resort to talking smack and possibly starting a flame war to pass time

[bandyman1]

Rock on Jon!!!!!

MABARIANS!!!!!! WE WILL EVER BE THE MIGHTEST!!!!!!!

[akla_thornfist]

happy birthday ganak. heres your story airiel,

I was born back in alabama on a farm way back in the woods, we was so ragged my folks used to call me patches they didnt meen nothing by it, cause deep down inside they was hurt cause they did all they could. one day pappa passed away and i became a man that day i would think back at what pappa said, he said patches im depending on ya son to pull the family through my son its all left up to you.

[Nestorious]

LMAO!

Akla... I dont normally chide in on things like this, but PLEASE dont give up your dayjob (whatever that might be) to become a story writer... your family will starve

[Kistilan]

By OT Dark, Kistilan J

My story is short and succinct -- words that will not pollute.
I took my shuttle and shipped it in one green stout canvas rucksack shoot.
The rucksack made it all the way from Wai ki ki but someone lost it idly
And they had shipped to Chicago city.
Here we ponder and did wait
For a mailman to propagate that one stout canvas rucksack's date.
That they would deliver and alleviate
My sincere stress of lack and test of finer things with interest
Than sit at the computer-less monitor and be depressed.

Hours and finally a day til the second coming of a wave
With a hearty lull and a combat boot
The airport postal service did salute
As they touted and brought me one stout green canvas rucksack shoot.
My eyes gleamed with pleasure and lacked dispute.
They'd returned my treasured green-bag like a parachute.
But to my demise and my disdain.
They must have dropped it from the plane.
For when I did open my stout green canvas rucksack, SHOOT!
My computer was broke and it would not boot.

And that is why I am not playing DDO...

Happy Thanksgiving and Yuletide Coming to all of us:
See you all on the Xmas and New Year Exodus!