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orangesoda
Nov 2001
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Satiring Political and International News
Rules
Please do not comment in this thread, comment on any stories here: http://apolyton.net/forums/showthre...&threadid=89413
- All postings here should be of a lighthearted nature, but also at least attempt to relay SOME information.
- There will be no debating in this thread, if you or your team takes exception to a story, feel free to post your own views, but do not debate/debunk the original post.
- This thread will remain open for submissions until Friday, August 8th, at that time a new thread will be created, and one will be created each Friday thereafter. On those Fridays, either myself, or someone I ask, will PM Dan and Mark excerpts for inclusion on the main news page with a link to the relevant thread.
- Violators of any of these rules will be required to insert into their sig the following phrase until a new S.P.I.N. thread is created: "I am a stupid idiot who can not even understand the simplest rules of good fun and polite conversation."
- Actual phrase and insertion of such are entirely voluntary. S.P.I.N. is not responsible for anyone who is stupid enough to take the above 'enforcement' seriously
(Posted without consent of S.P.I.N. owner/operator/copyright holder UnOrthOdOx. But hey, at least I didn't make it orange!  )
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GhengisFarb
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I want my HAMBURGERS!!
May 2002
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WORLD PEACE MOVEMENT BEGUN
Ghengis the DCXIX (619th), last surviving heir to the Ghengis Dynasty, and commonly known as CrazyGhengis has made a miraculous recovery. Glorious Inquisitors (empowered by the late Spanish Pope who transferred all Inquistion authority to the GoW as he felt the Spanish were in need of Inquisting) have announced their findings: "Apparently, Ghengis was under the curse of Espanic sorcerers most foul, and said sorcerers were captured at the city of Bilbao. Once they were put under the charge of the Glorious Inquistion they confessed the truth of their evil deeds."
Upon the lifting of the curse, Ghengis professed his desire for world peace, and that the Spanish were "merely doing what they felt was right. They didn't really mean to cause harm, they simply weren't aware of the suffering caused by their actions."
He then called for citizens of the world to strive for peaceful and coexistent harmony among all races, be they Warmonger, Demogyptian, Gatheric, Espanic, Voxian, Legomen, or Luxian. A little late for the Luxians, there Ghengis.....
Glorious Inquisitors have announce redoubled efforts to find the sorcerors responsible for the existing curse on Ghengis. "Oh my skulls, said the Chief Inquisitor. He's worse than he was before!"
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Beta
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Prowling in a PBEM near you!
Nov 2002
time: 00:30
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"Evicted" - the first show at The New Voice Theatre
...by omega ... arts critic of the Vox newspaper - "The Truth". 
With the new theatre just completed, the world-renowned Vox players have just staged the premiere of the Randy Lord Wubber musical - "Evicted" to rave reviews. It tells the story of a young communications student's rise through government offices and society, to eventually become the Voxian Minister of Information. His days in the lime-light are quickly eclipsed as Vox is forced from North Estonia after a crushing defeat. Strong performances by HarryH as Jon Miller, Rhothaerill as Eli, and Wittlich as Beta himself bring this tragic story to life.
The adaptation of the Wubber stage play is masterful. A medoicre set and sub-par lighting are more than compensated by the emotion brought to the stage by the cast, and their stirring renditions of the songs which tug at our heart strings.
There was not a dry eye in the house as Witt sang out the final lines of the hit tune, "Don't Cry for Me , North Estonia", reprinted here as a salute to a memorable evening.
"Don't cry for me North Estonia,
"The truth is, I never left you.
"All through my wild days,
"My mad existence,
"I kept my promise.
"Don't keep your distance."
"Evicted" plays nightly except for Mondays at the New Voice Theatre. Tickets are available at the box office, or from any TicketControli outlet.
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Octavian X
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Probably buried under piles of Literature, Biology, or Government homework
Jan 2002
time: 23:30
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The following is a paid advertisment, brought to you by the United Doughnut Maker's Association
Have YOU had a doughnut today?
Man: Darnit, I'm tired and hungry. Today has just been plain bad.
Narrator: Why, what's on your mind?
Man: First, I lost 1000g on a bet over a chicken fight. My wife kicked me out of the house, I was fired, my kids refuse to recognize me as their father, my parents refused to recognize me as their son...
Narrator: That sounds bad. What you need is...
Man: ...I was publically humilated in front of every single person I know, and then some. I was then sentenced to die for murders I'm pretty sure I didn't commit, I think I killed 13 people when I got drunk because I was so depressed, I was mobbed by Stormians who look down of chicken fights, I was mobbed by Voxians for being mobbed my Stormians, I was mobbed by Spainiards for no apparent reason...
Narrator: What you need is...
Man: ...I lost my leg in a gally accident, I pelted by legos, and I'm pretty sure I'm having a heart attack right now.
Narrator: What you need is a DOUGHNUT to brigten up your day!
*Hand gives Man a doughnut
Man: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN! I'M GONNA DIE IN A FEW @$#%$%& SECONDS AND YOU THINK I NEED A DOUGHNUT??? WHAT KIND OF IDIOT ARE YOU! WHY I OUGHTTA...
*Man dies of heart attack
Narrator: There you have it folks! The calm effect that only a doughnut can give.
This has been a paid advertisement.
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Panzer32
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Queens University, Kingston, Ontario
Oct 2002
time: 00:30
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Received from Crystal Clear of SPIN press, via an anonymous source:
THE BETA INTERVIEW
The Palace of the New Voice, 5 August, 50 A.D.
(in a whispered voice) “This is Crystal Clear reporting for SPIN press. I am descending a long flight of stone stairs, accompanied by Wittlich and Jon Miller. It is very quiet here, with only the occasional dripping of water. Wittlich explains to me”:
“You do understand. He hasn’t been the same since the war. He lives here, well, sort of for his own protection.”
I acknowledge the comment, and then we are there. Jon Miller uses a key to open the door and we enter a surprisingly spacious and well lit room. Small windows look out over the nearby mountains. The accommodations are comfortable and well appointed. A large desk occupies one corner of the room, commanding a good view of the city below, and the mountain range further out.
He sits at the desk and does not look up. Long, grayish blonde hair hangs around his shoulders, which are stooped forward intently. He mutters to himself, and scribbles furiously on a sheet of paper. Wittlich clears his throat “Beta, Miss Clear is here to see you.”
He looks up. Half confused, half annoyed. And then a charming smile crosses his weathered face. “Ah, Witt, Jon! Good to see you? And Miss Clear, welcome to my humble abode.”
Jon Miller and Wittlich pass on their regards, and then leave me to do my interview. They have promised me he is harmless.
Crystal Clear, nervously: “So Beta, how is life in the New Voice?”
Beta: “Splendid! Just Splendid! The weather is lovely and the view of the mountains superb!”
Crystal: “And the chaos in the city?”
Beta: “Chaos, what chaos? Oh, the noise and smoke and such. Do not worry, my dear. That is the 23rd Voxian Immortal Regiment finishing off another Stormian chariot unit. Glorious, isn’t it? And just so you know, you are completely safe here. Have no worries.”
Crystal, after a pause: “Yes, but I thought.... Well, wasn’t that war over…?”
Beta: “Oh yes. Soon it will be. Gathering Storm is on their last legs. They cannot hold it together much longer. We have worn them down militarily, and their economy is in collapse. You really didn’t expect a bunch of chicken-worshipping infidels to defeat Vox Controli did you?”
Crystal, confused: “Ah, no, I guess not. But tell me Beta, where do you get your intel from?”
Beta: “Hah! As if I would tell you? Did Theseus send you? Yes, that is what those dastardly southerners would do. Use a reporter to get Voxian secrets. So, no no no! I will not reveal my sources. But I will tell you, they are very reliable! Why, just recently I learned of a Gathering Storm plot to take over North Estonia. And I, Beta, am the only one who can save Vox Controli.
Crystal, now half amused: “How do you plan to do that?”
Beta, looks around the room and lowers his voice: “Come here and I will show you. Hehehe. They will have no idea. It will be a complete surprise. The might of the Immortals will fall on their unholy souls. See, I have this secret book. It tells me everything I need to know about defeating the Stormians. And I am the only one who has it. It was produced by the GSIA – that is the Gathering Storm Intelligence Agency – but be quiet about that. And then they renamed it to try and fool me. But did it work? Oh no no no. You can’t fool a wise old minister of information that easily.”
Crystal, cautiously: “May I see it?”
Beta, somewhat worried and unsure: “But you promise not to tell anyone. Of course you wouldn’t. A good girl like you. You’re Jon’s niece aren’t you? Yes. That’s it. Jenny Miller. I remember you. Yes, still quick as a whip, I am. Well here, take a quick peak. But remember, it is top secret. If you let this information get out, I would have to have you executed. You understand don’t you? Good. This is the book. The key to ending this war! The final solution to Voxian victory! Ha ha ha! We have the infidels now! Right where we want them…. Release the Immortals… Let slip the dogs of war…. Ha ha ha ha.
I leave the room nervously, as Beta, with spittle running down his chin, laughs and points out his barred window. Wittlich comes scurrying down the stairs to make sure I am alright. He glances into the cell and then pulls the door gently to a close, after somewhat sadly, yet fondly looking in on Beta. As we ascend the stairs, Wittlich sees that I am carrying a well worn book. He asks what it is and I hold it up for his inspection.
He smiles. “Ah, ‘A HitchHiker’s Guide to Gathering Storm’. Quite a good read actually.”
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001
time: 23:30
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NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION
MADRID, Friday - Responding to a call from UnOrthOdOx's secret underground bunker S.P.I.N.U.B., Pope Calixtus I of the Catholic Church asked Spanish and Egyptian Cardinals to take the Popemobile over to S.P.I.N.H.Q. and purge it of the vile wickedness of commentators and bad reporters.
The Spanish Inquisition arrived the next day, and immediately burst into a secret meeting of GhengisFarb, Wittlich, Beta, Theseus, and Panzer32, who were planning their next posts at S.P.I.N.
"Well," said GhengisFarb just before he was dragged away screaming by Cardinals Biggles and Fang, "everyone was asking me where I'd been hiding all the missing monkeys, and I firmly denied having anything to do with it. They egged me on, Theseus smacking me around with bananas, and I finally shouted 'I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition!'"
At this point, Swiss Police Officials report, the door burst in and the Spanish Inquisition arrived, crashing in upon the wild posting operations.
GhengisFarb, apparently pretending to be a member of the Spanish Inquisition himself, tried to make his way out the back door, but was promptly set upon by Cardinals Biggles and Fang.
Even now, from behind the oaken doors, we can hear the shouts of "Confess!" followed by long screams.
Theseus was released soon after his arrest when he pulled out his Spanish Inquisition identification card.
When asked about the Spanish Inquisition (the Pope not answering calls about the subject), he simply responded: "In the early years of the first century, to combat the rising tide of religious orthodoxy, the Pope gave Cardinal Ximinez of Spain leave to move without let or hindrance through the land, in a reign of violence, terror and torture that makes a smashing film."
"This," he said, "is the Spanish Inquisition."
Cardinal Ximinez, in between putting Panzer32 and Wittlich on the Comfy Chair and punching Beta with the Comfy Cushions, was able to answer some questions for the press.
"Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency... Our three weapons are fear, surprise and ruthless efficency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope... Our four...no...Amongst our weapons... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise..."
He then offered to come in again.
We will keep you, our faithful readers, informed as this dramatic story unfolds.
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Tiberius
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Europe
Jan 2000
time: 06:30
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LEGO modernizes its infrastructure
What SPIN reporters have already suspected for quite some time, turned out to be true: Lego has entered the modern age a long time ago!
The evidence came in a form of an announcement, made by technology world leader, IBM. "As part of a multiyear agreement, Lego will aquire a broad collection of IBM servers and storage systems" the company representative announced.
IBM's Lego contract involves a mix of Unix and Intel servers. Lego has bought two top-end p690 "Regatta" Unix servers, four midrange p650 Unix servers, 24 high-end x440 Intel servers, four Enterprise Storage Server "Shark" storage systems and Tivoli storage management software, IBM said.
"We are operating in a very competitive environment and need to respond to the dynamics of our world at a moment's notice," said ZargonX, Lego's President. "IBM was able to provide an on-demand solution that matched our needs for a cohesive, worldwide infrastructure, while also adapting itself to our very cyclical business and need for rapid introduction of new products."
IBM declined to say how much the deal is worth, but Sageza Group analyst Charles King estimated that the figure is in the millions of dollars.
What will Lego do with its newly aquired servers is yet a mistery and a highly kept secret. A recent leak from the Offices of Lego's Military Architect, considered to be only a fake story, now seems to make sense. Apparently Lego is developing in secret a powerful weapon, something they call "The Plastic Bomb"!! What this is we don't know yet, but our faithful readers will be first to find out, that we promise.
http://news.com.com/2100-1010-50623...art=dtx&tag=nhl
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001
time: 23:30
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SHADOW SUES THESEUS FOR STEALING TAG LINE
WEDNESDAY, S.P.I.N.U.B. - In another infamous breach of etiquette, Theseus of Egypt posted a comment in the midst of a spin thread. Gasps and surpressed yells of horror were heard throughout the S.P.I.N. Underground Bunker when the news was announced.
Apparently, he is quoted as saying: "Who knows what bananas lurk in the hearts of men? ... Theseus knows."
This provoked an immediate response from the Shadow. After bumping off a wicked Manhattan gang lord, the Shadow informed Theseus that he would shortly be hearing from his lawyer, the amazing fearsome J. N. Dagget.
"It was my line," said the Shadow in a peace conference yesterday. "I always say that...except for the banana part. Insert 'evil', remove banana... Actually, remove the banana first..." The Shadow then adjusted his glasses.
Theseus has not yet commented on the recent allegations by S.P.I.N. officials and by the Shadow.
Mr. Weasel, his lawyer, says: "Well, of course this is unexpected. Mr. Theseus and Mr. Shadow have never been on bad terms. I think that the Shadow is just overworked. You know, he's broken enough nuckles recently in his war on a wicked Manhattan gang lord. It gets to a man.
"...We are not afraid of Mr. Shadow. If he thinks that he is intimidating us with his weird little voice and his cape and his malignant stare and his pointed accusations that he knows how much evil lurks in the heart of Mr. Theseus...well, he's quite mistaken."
Mr. Weasel has high hopes. His plane tickets, he informs us, are perfectly valid, and an overnight relocation to a different country for himself and his family are quite possible as soon as he has sucked Mr. Theseus dry of his wealth and left him for the Shadow.
Pope Calixtus I, who appointed Theseus as a Paladin of the Church, was approached by reporters on whether or not he would speak privately to the Shadow.
He refused to comment further than: "You might think that, but I couldn't possibly comment."
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vondrack
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Praha, Czech Republic
Jan 2002
time: 06:30
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I was recently approached by an associate of SPIN press, who is also an acquaintance of reporter Crystal Clear. He asked that I post in SPIN her most recent interview, which I now do.
quote:
The Coffee Shop Interview
By Crystal Clear, SPIN Press
Arashi, Stormia, 170AD
I am here in Arashi, at the front door of the “Great Feathers” coffee shop on Charioteer’s Avenue. I cannot believe my good fortune. I have been granted an interview with a number of the high-ranking leaders of Gathering Storm. They were in Arashi for a strategy meeting and I was able to grab 30 minutes of their time this morning for the interview. The coffee shop is bustling, and I am working my way through the crowd, ah there they are – over in the corner. I see Shiber, and Theseus, and Nbarclay, and oh my goodness, notyoueither is there as well. My lucky day! Wish me well.
Crystal: Greetings gentlemen! I am Crystal Clear from SPIN press.
Shiber: Welcome, Miss Clear.
Crystal: Please, please, don’t rise on my account. And waiter, yes, an ice latte would be nice. Once again, thank you for taking the time to meet with me today. Perhaps I will start with a question about our surroundings. Is Arashi always this busy?
Shiber: Yes. Isn’t it great? Makes you feel wonderful to be a Stormian.
Theseus: Indeed! Cheers! I’ll drink to that!
Nbarclay: To be more precise, the city is not ‘busy’ per se. It is operating at optimal efficiency given the assigned population density, production and wealth output, and improvements made to the infrastructure.
Crystal: Ah, I see. Well, lets move onto something more interesting, This “strategic planning” thing you are doing. What is it all about?
Shiber: We are looking out beyond current events and where we want our great nation to be in, say, 1000 years.
Theseus: Great stuff, by jove. I’ll drink to that!
Nbarclay: We are actually weighing the costs and benefits of various down-stream options, with a view to maximizing growth both geographically and financially. The options are laid out as a series of branching scenarios with key decision points high-lighted.
Crystal: Ah, I see. Does it have anything to do with current events on the Bobian continent.
Nye: No.
Crystal: Well, moving right along. Maybe we should revisit some of Gathering Storm’s glorious past - the war with Vox. Any reflections?
Shiber: Yes, glorious times they were. True hearts, honor and strategy beat treachery and deceit anytime.
Theseus: To say nothing of our stout-heartedness and damned good fighting skills. It was a good fight, yes. One can always use a good fight.
Nbarclay: And my analysis of the cost of the early Golden Age triggered by the Voxian invasion will be tabled with the senate next week.
Crystal: And you, nye?
Nye: We won.
Crystal: Um, yes, of course. So, allowing Vox to exodus in the controlled and peaceful manner you did, well, I guess my question is ‘why?’ They stabbed you in the back and then whipped up fervor and world opinion against you.
Shiber: True enough. It was a tough decision. Some wanted to axe them, others show mercy. It was quite a debate. But Stormian honor and generosity carried the day. I believe the Voxians have learned their lesson.
Theseus: And they were pretty much beaten by the later stages. It wouldn’t have been much of a fight in the end. Hardly worth it, really. The time was better spent celebrating.
Nbarclay: Furthermore, there were two benefits to their survival, First, we got their cities and terrain improvements intact. But secondly, Vox’s continued existence maintains the geo-political balance described in the Nbarclay-velocyrix theory of ‘the steady state of world politics’. You should read it someday.
Crystal: Mmm, yes. I will pick it up this afternoon. But speaking of velocyrix, is that not him across the room there?
Shiber: That is him, in the flesh. The “wayward son of Stormia”.
Crystal: But what is he doing? He pays no attention to anyone; he is just writing.
Shiber: Ah, that. Well yes. You see, he works on his missives. He returned from a long period in the mountains, at a place called CandleBre...
Theseus: …but don’t mention that too loudly. You see, CandleBre doesn’t really exist. Well, it does. But only in Vel’s mind. If you see my point?
Crystal: Indeed I do. His missives?
Shiber: Yes, these long public statements; he sends them out to the world at large.
Crystal: Ah yes. I recall reading a couple of them recently. Are they sanctioned GS communications?
Shiber: Well, I would say…
Nye: No comment.
Shiber: Yes, that is exactly what I would say - no comment.
Crystal: OK then. Why did he return? Does it relate to the recent departure of members of the Stormian senate.
Nye: No comment.
Crystal: OK, well do you agree with his positions? Personally I mean.
Shiber: Well, Vel is always right. From my perspective…
Nye: That would be...
Crystal: Yes, I know.. ‘no comment’. Well, this is fun, maybe we should change topics. We have 10 minutes left. Let’s talk ‘Bob’.
Theseus: Ah good, the war. Now that is something I wish I could talk about. Now if only those loud-mouthed wimps who call themselves warmongers would come and get some, we REALLY would have something to talk about. As it is, our boys drill and train and train some more. They long for the good old days of kicking Voxian butt. By Grog, now that was a good war. Yes, there was talking, but at least we fought.
Shiber: Patience, Theseus. It may still come to a good fight on Bob. After all, diplomacy does not seem to be winning the day.
(all laugh, except for nye)
Crystal: Yes, there certainly seems to be considerably disagreement, and I should add, acrimony with Glory of War, over the ceding of the Spanish cities to GS. Any thoughts on the matter?
Nbarclay: They are wrong.
Shiber: And they are low-life and liars, to boot.
Theseus: I just wish they would attack.
Nye: We know the truth and we stand by it.
Crystal: And is there any truth to the rumor that you will be giving the old Voxian lands to the Spanish. I have to admit, this new-found alliance of yours does seem more like a matter of, shall I say… opportunity and convenience, as opposed to a long-standing friendship.
Nbarclay: The alliance is logical. Surely the other AI’s, er .. I mean, nations realize that.
Shiber: Spain deserves to live free!
Theseus: I tend to stay out of politics myself, but if it leads to a good fight, then I am all for it.
Crystal: And Spain in the Vox lands?
Nye: No comment.
Crystal (glaring at nye): Come on nye, be reasonable. The rumors are out there. The world wants to know!
Nye: (glares back … but with a slight twinkle in his eyes …) And they will; in due time.
Nbarclay: Speaking of time, times up. We need to return to our meeting.
Crystal: Right. Well, thank you gentlemen. This has been a most, ah, illuminating discussion. And the latte was delicious. I must come back.
Nye: Please do.
I rise to leave, and find notyoueither has reached out to help me up. I leave the now somewhat less crowded café. My steps seem somewhat lighter. Is it the conclusion of a successful but somewhat stressful interview? Or was there really a twinkle there?
I glance back. Nye’s eyes meet mine. Yes! There it is! And then I am lost in the bustling crowds of the street. |
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Theseus
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The warmonger formerly known as rpodos. Gathering Storm! Apolyton Spirit!!
Apr 2002
time: 00:30
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WARCHICKEN TRAINER VOWS RAZING OF FRYERS
Dateline: 290 AD, Arashi
Famed War Chicken handler and Director of Training at the Stormian Avian Academy, Engelbert Humperstorm, has released the following statement:
"Following reports that the dastardly leadership of GoW, especially that meanie Aggie, have developed plans for vast chicken frying facilities, we have developed a new training regimen for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd War Chicken Brigades.
Henceforth, all War Chickens in these Brigades will receive special training during their second and third weeks at the Academy, in the destruction of any building that looks remotely like a fried chicken venue.
As is well known, War Chickens have a voracious appetite for bananas. We have build mock fried chicken venues at a secret location, and have FILLED them with bananas, which will be the only source of food during the entire second week of training.
Additionally, I have written a song that I call 'Dance the Night Away'. For the entire third week of training, the War Chickens will be penned in the mock fried chicken venues and forced to listen to this song 24 hours a day.
Thus, all War Chickens at the GoW front, upon seeing an evil fried chicken venue, shall immediately be released to hunt for bananas INSIDE the facility, and, once inside, will be be enraged by both the absence of bananas and the Stormian Drum and Fife Corps' playing of 'Dance the Night Away'.
We expect each War Chicken to be capable of razing at least 2 fried chicken venues per day.
Additionally, the Assistant Director of Training at the Avian Academy, Tom Jones-Rain, has developed a special training regimen for the 4th War Chicken Brigade (Special Operations Capable), in hunting down the evil leaders of GoW, including those responsible for the reprehensible fried chicken program. Life-size dummies of GoW leadership (a redundant concept) have been stuffed with bananas, especially in the general crotch region. During the second and third weeks of training, the bananas in the dummies will be the only available food for the birds. Mr. Jones-Rain has also written a special song, 'It's Not Unusual', which will be played for fourteen straight days as part of this Brigade's training, and through a cunning secret invention appears to be emanating from the GoW dummies.
The Avian Academy deeply deplores GoW's heartless attacks and machinations regarding our magnificent War Chickens, and will do everything in our power to bring them to their much-deserved pecking, clawing, and fiery ruin."
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Beta
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Prowling in a PBEM near you!
Nov 2002
time: 00:30
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Theseus' Reporting Credentials Revoked
The World Press, in conjunction with SPIN, and the SBC, Stormian Broadcast Corporation, have revoked the reporting credentials of Theseus, a reporter familiar to readers of this paper.
At issue is Theseus' latest headline, proclaiming: "Theseus Goes Insane". Article 15.1/2 of the World Press Code of Ethics clearly states that a reporter must report on news, being defined in Article 1.6 as "new information".
The fact that Theseus has gone insane is definitely not "new" information by any stretch of the imagination. The majority of the reporting corps, as well as our informed readers are already aware of this fact.
Therefore, Theseus is deemed to be in violation of the World Press Code of Ethics. His reporting rights are hereby revoked for a period of 48 hours. A public apology/explanation would also be appropriate, and could help rebuild the tarnished image of this experienced reporter.
Last edited by Beta on 27-10-2003 at 22:03
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