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Posted Dec 1, '08 at 2:39am

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What's he gonna do, whip out the Improbability Drive? :O

 

Posted Dec 1, '08 at 5:20pm

slliM

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This is gonna be greatness...

Seriously.

 

Posted Dec 4, '08 at 3:10pm

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So I haven't written anything here in a while since I had projects to finish and then I felt that my game comments were being neglected, plus I was working on this picture:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/blackcairn/AG/TheStrangerFull.jpg

That's skyglow in the picture, not a sunset.

 

Posted Dec 5, '08 at 6:52pm

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What's he gonna do, whip out the Improbability Drive? :O


That smells too much like a deus ex machina.

Three Cowboys

There was nothing for the Space Cowboy and the gander to do but wait around for the ship to refuel. Then the Space Cowboy realized something. How did the gander get here? That questions was never answered. And furthermore what happened to the goose? She just disappeared. In fact, where did teh Bullman go? He was there just a minute ago. And why was his ship not refueled already?
"So, you never told me from--"
"Hey, I got some w3 anchors if we're going to sit around all day waiting for your horse to refuel," the gander said. "The least we could do is avoid all the awkward conversations that just fill the silence."
"What the heck is a w3 anchor?" the Space Cowboy asked.
The gander snatched the Universal Region Locator from the Space Cowboy and attached an anchor to it. He tossed the new hyperlink to the Space Cowboy and took one more contemptuous look over the ship that seemed to take forever to refuel, and the remarked:
"Hey that looks kind of like St--"
But the hyperlink was activated before he could finish and the pair found themselves on the other side of Armor Games.
 

Posted Dec 5, '08 at 9:58pm

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--rop? :P

You better not poke that hyperlink in places it shouldn't be going!

 

Posted Dec 6, '08 at 1:03am

Gantic

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--rop? :P


No one can know for sure. He never finished his sentence. It could be --allion Man for all I know.

Another part just to add to the ludicrous.

The Stranger

He closed his laptop. It was too much to take in. Much too much. It was like an episode of the Twilight Zone. How--? Where--? What--? Why? Why? Did he materialize out of nothingness with all his memorizes out of nothingness in this sad state out of nothingness in the middle of nothingness in something that was much bigger than he was, much more than he could imagine, much less impossible? He remembered, or did he actually remember?, something he read on a blog, something called a Boltzmann brain.
At that moment, two figures emerged out of nowhere. One was tall with brimmed hat and the other short with a cap with a flat top. Their figures were sharp and well-defined in the light from the full moon behind them. Was this... Armor Games?
 

Posted Dec 6, '08 at 1:45am

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Stallion Man is also good!

Boltzmann brain


ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

And speculative cosmology completes the evil triad of the philosophical dilettante!
 

Posted Dec 6, '08 at 11:52am

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Awesome!

...Again!

This is getting stranger and stranger...

 

Posted Dec 6, '08 at 4:51pm

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Shall I go forward with black holes and multiple dimensions? Or recurrence in dreamstate? It's truly evil if you happen to believe Carl Sagan on the Drake equation.

This is getting stranger and stranger...


Pun?
 

Posted Dec 6, '08 at 9:21pm

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Three Cowboys

It was dark but a full moon lit the surrounding area and it was grass as far as the eyes could see, and that wasn't very far. There was a purple glow on the horizon. The Space Cowboy hadn't a clue how he got here or how to get back. The gander was still with him though, mumbling and trailing off, finishing the sentence he started, but he didn't hear what he said. He looked around again and there wasn't much out here, except for a giant rock and someone sleeping against it.
"How are we supposed to get back?" he asked the gander.
The gander raised his wings in disbelief. "With the alt modifier, duh! Hold that down and hit left. Or just backspace."
"What?"
"Next to the spacebar?"
"The closest space bar is 30 Mbits away."
"On your keyboard."
"That's back in my ship."
"You're hopeless. I'm logging out."
The gander stopped moving. The Space Cowboy waited for five minutes until the gander disappeared. He was left alone, except for whoever was sleeping against that rock, in a strange part of what was possibly Armor Games.