by Iliad on Fri May 04, 2007 6:20 pm
SPam:
HEcter: we spammers descend from Spamalot himself. Taught never to stop, never to apologize. For being banned while spamming is the greatest glory a spammer can achieve with his account. Spammers, the finest posters the CC community has ever seen.
Hecter: Madness! This is Spamalot!
Hecter: Knights! Tonight we dine in Flame Wars!
Narrator: The flamers were weak and the banned flamers were unoriginal.
Cynthia: Spammer
Hecter: Yes, my Lady
Cynthia: Come back with your account, or on it
VincentM: Mods, they failed the Lack's test, and a turtle who fancies himself a god feels a very human chill crawl up his shell.
Mod: Choose your next posts carefully, Hecter. They may be your last, as King.
Hecter: You bring the names and post counts of banned accounts to my thread, you insult my queen and you threaten my spammers with banning and forum banning...Oh I’ve chosen my posts carefully mod. Perhaps you
should have done the same.
Guilty_Biscuit wrote:
Hecter: You have many mods, lack. But few warriors. It won't be long before they fear my spammers more than your whips.
Lackattack: It's not the lash they fear. It is my divine power.
Hecter: This is where we spam! This is where they fail!
Captain: On these keyboards, boys!
[Spammers cheer]
Hecter: Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time.
AK Iceman: Our posters will block out the sun.
VincentM: Then we will spam in the shade.
Ak Iceman: My signature!
VincentM: It's not yours, anymore!!!
Hecter: My spammers, gather round! No retreat, no surrender; that is Spammalot's law and by Spammalot's law we will stand and spam... and be banned. A new age has begun. An age of freedom, and will know, that 300 Spammers gave their last posts to defend it!
Dirtydishsoap: For 500 days they've served the dark will of Turtle kings. Eyes as dark as night... teeth, filed to fangs... souless. The personal guard to king Lackattack himself, the Turtle poster elite. The deadliest posting force in all of conquer club. The Mods.
Hecter: Submission...that's a bit of a problem. See rumor has it, the Athenians have already turned you down. And if those philosophers and eh, boy lovers have that kind of nerve...!
Lack: Yours is a fascinating clan. Defiant even in the face of banning. There is much our cultures could share.
Hecter: Perhaps you haven't noticed, but we've been sharing our culture with you all morning.
Hecter: Moderators... we'll put their name to the test.
Captain: They look tired!
Hecter: Well let's give them something to see! To the spamming pictures!
[DilrtyDishSoap is putting a patch over his avatar]
Hecter: Dirtydishsoap, I trust that "scratch" hasn't made you useless.
Dirtydishsoap: Hardly, my lord, it's just an avatar. The gods saw fit to grace me with a spare.
Hecter: This is where we hold them. This is where we spam. This is where they fail.
Lackattack: Your ASA* rivals will stop posting... if you but you will stop posting.
Hecter: That is quite an offer. Only a mad man would refuse it. But this stop posting business... I'm afraid spamming all those threads of yours has left me with a nasty cramp in the hand I type surrender with.
hecter:Let me guess, you must be Lackattack
Hecter:What must a king do to save his kingdom:
cynthia:Instead ask yourself: what must a free spammer do?"
Hecter:Knights! What is your proffesion?"
"SPAM!"
Lackattack: I will erase Spamalot from the forum......The world will never even know you existed at all.
Hecter: The world will know that free spammers stood against a mod, that few stood against many"
Dirtydishsoap: For 500 days they've served the dark will of Turtle kings. Eyes as dark as night... teeth, filed to fangs... souless. The personal guard to king Lackattack himself, the Turtle poster elite. The deadliest posting force in all of conquer club. The Mods.
Hecter: Submission...that's a bit of a problem. See rumor has it, the Athenians have already turned you down. And if those philosophers and eh, boy lovers have that kind of nerve...!
Lack: Yours is a fascinating clan. Defiant even in the face of banning. There is much our cultures could share.
Hecter: Perhaps you haven't noticed, but we've been sharing our culture with you all morning.
Hecter: Moderators... we'll put their name to the test.
Captain: They look tired!
Hecter: Well let's give them something to see! To the spamming pictures!
[DilrtyDishSoap is putting a patch over his avatar]
Hecter: Dirtydishsoap, I trust that "scratch" hasn't made you useless.
Dirtydishsoap: Hardly, my lord, it's just an avatar. The gods saw fit to grace me with a spare.
Hecter: This is where we hold them. This is where we spam. This is where they fail.
Lackattack: Your ASA* rivals will stop posting... if you but you will stop posting.
Hecter: That is quite an offer. Only a mad man would refuse it. But this stop posting business... I'm afraid spamming all those threads of yours has left me with a nasty cramp in the hand I type surrender with.
hecter:Let me guess, you must be Lackattack
Hecter:What must a king do to save his kingdom:
cynthia:Instead ask yourself: what must a free spammer do?"
Hecter:Knights! What is your proffesion?"
"SPAM!"
Lackattack: I will erase Spamalot from the forum......The world will never even know you existed at all.
Hecter: The world will know that free spammers stood against a mod, that few stood against many"