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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:41 pm
Dragonspace MMXVI - A Dragonspace Wansermas Epic This is simply a placeholder for a zany Dragonspace Wansermas. Here you'll find random holiday-related shiz to do with our beloved roleplay, such as Wansermas Carols. Why not send your fellow crewmembers a "HAPPY WANSERDAY" card with love from the Tobors, or even a giant box of Conditionerolates from Hayree? --- A QUICK INTERJECTIONCopy/pasted from the newly created Dragonspace Guild. Because this thing needs to grow biggar.So. No doubt you guys all know of the recently added Wansermas Epic thread to the 111 Guild, containing many Tobor songs previously lost to depthspace and even some Federation ones casually misplaced and used as coffee mats. And hey, these things get one thinking. What would the general consensus be of actually holding a concert in Towns one night nearer Christmas? It's quite the long shot, and would require a fair bit of planning if things took off, but here's what I sorta thought about when trying to get some sleep:
Chorus of DS Players lined up by the Fountain, singing Wansermas Carols to the masses
Holding a theatre play (the first evar?) in Towns of "How the General Stole Wansermas" or perhaps the Tobor rendition of the Nativity (may not be appropriate, but...)
Possible prizes and giveaways to random literate folks in the audience, if there is any
And then things got wider. What about a full scale concert event, involving more than just the Dragonspace Crew, but spilled over to include the Writers Forum in general? Sponsored, of course, by us here at Dragonspace:
Original Wansermas/Christmas poetry recitals
Oral presentations of short-shorts? (ie, stories under 2000 words so that people don't get bored listening?)
So yes. Post any opinions you guys have. If things look favourable, it's only a matter of rehearsals and publicity. I'm sure that could be done with banners and spreading word via local gossip holes?
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:21 pm
The Night before Wanserday
'twas the night before Wanserday and all through the ship,
not a creature was stirring, not even the mudkip;
The stockings were hung by the cargo bay with care,
With hopes that Santaheimer soon would be there.
The humanoforms were nestled all snug in their beds,
whilst visions of desucats danced in their heads;
Coffee Machine in the bridge and Captain in her lap,
had just settled down for a long hyperspace nap.
When out on the deck there arose such a clatter,
Tailos sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the plexiglass he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Hayree's moon on the crest of the bow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should he see,
But a miniature Crozuilus, and eight tiny Tobors cackling with glee,
With nine appendages, and a shiny lazer primer,
he knew in a moment it must be Santaheimer.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now! Axlesius, now! Kowatzitz, now! Glixfoliate, and Roufen!
On! Remorsa, on! De Helio, on! Jaho and Charletan!
To the top of the ! to the top of the mast!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away fast!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the bridge-top the coursers they flew,
With the ship full of doomcakes, and Santaheimer too.
And then, in bludgepation, Tailos heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As he drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Through the plexiglass Santaheimer came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Beardfur, from his biosystematics to his foot,
his clothes were all tarnished with Rolla space soot;
A bundle of doomcakes he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they strobulated! his incisions how merry!
with energists like roses, his compu-center like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a fang,
And the sound of his oxycarbolics gave quite a clang;
The stump of an arm he held tight in his teeth,
And the blood it dropulated the floor like a wreath;
He had an evil faceplace and quite nasty long claws,
That itched in bludgepation, when he looked to the doors.
He was mean and grumpy, a right nasty bugger,
an axe-wielder so fierce that Jaho would shudder;
A strobe of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon made Tailos know he had plenty to dread;
Santaheimer spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laughing quite manically, Captain fell to his knee
And giving a nod, to depthspace to flee;
He sprang to his ship, to his team gave a bark,
And away they all flew like destruction of a star.
But Tailos heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Wanserday to all, and to all a good-night!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:38 pm
The Twelve Days of Wanserday
On the first day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
A monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the second day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the third day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Three desucats.
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the fourth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the fifth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the sixth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the seventh day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Seven cans of NHI,
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the eighth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Eight coffee mechanoids,
Seven cans of NHI,
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the ninth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Nine neurosuffocations
Eight coffee mechanoids,
Seven cans of NHI,
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the tenth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Ten Mulch Lulz,
Nine neurosuffocations,
Eight coffee machinoids,
Seven cans of NHI,
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the eleventh day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Eleven bakeryships,
Ten Mulch Lulz,
Nine neurosuffocations,
Eight coffee machinoids,
Seven cans of NHI,
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls!
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of glee.
On the twelfth day of Wanserday,
Santaheimer gave to me
Twelve charged lazers,
Eleven bakeryships,
Ten Mulch Lulz,
Nine neurosuffocations,
Eight coffee machinoids,
Seven cans of NHI,
Six xenthorp plants,
Five Magical Girls,
Four doomcakes,
Three desucats,
Two vibrowansers,
And a monocle and laughter full of gleeee~
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:40 pm
Suienheimer the Red-Nosed Tobor
You know Glixfoliate and Granpituli
And Remorsa and Roufetta,
Axlesius and Kowatzitz
And Jaho and Charletan.
But do you recall
The most famous Tobor of all?
Suienheimer the Red-Nosed Tobor
had a very shiny nose
and if you ever saw it,
you would even say it glows.
All of the other Tobor
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Suienheimer
join in any space-war games.
Then one foggy Wansermas Eve,
Santaheimer came to say,
"SUIENHEIMER WITH YOUR NOSE SO BRIGHT,
WON'T YOU GUIDE CROZUILUS TONIGHT?"
Then all the Tobor loved him
and they shouted out with glee,
"DESU!
SUIENHEIMER THE RED-NOSED TOBOR
YOU'LL BE RECORDED IN HISTORISPACE!"
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:49 pm
Deck the Bulkfloor
Deck the bulkfloor with boughs of xenthork,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
'Tis the season to be angstodynamic,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Don we now our gay carnomate shells,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Troll the ancient Wansertide ululation,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
See the vibroing Wanser before us,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Strike the humanoform and join the Tobor,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Follow me in Feline measure,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
While I tell of Wansertide
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Fast away the old cycle passes,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Sing we sadly altogether,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
Heedless of the universal temperature and weather,
Fa la la la la, la HA HA HA.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:56 pm
Organishuttle Ride
Just hear those engilators warbling
gar-har-garbling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
for an organishuttle ride together with you,
Outside the souls are falling
and Tobor are calling "Yoo hoo,"
Come on, it's lovely weather
for an organishuttle ride together with you.
Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap,
let's go, Let's look at the show,
We're riding in a desolate battlefield of souls.
Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap,
it's grand, Just holding your digitatchment,
We're gliding along with a song
of a bloodsoaked death land.
Our robotulated cheekometers are white and shiny
and comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together
like two Tobors of a Warrifon Battalion would be
Let's take that starpath before us
and cackle a robocackle or two
Come on, it's lovely weather
for an organishuttle ride together with you.
There's a buildification-day party
at the home of Lieutenant Negligent Gray
It'll be the perfect ending a perfect day
We'll be cackling the robocackles
we love to cackle without a single stop,
At the Wanserena while we watch
the humanoform offspring pop. Pop! pop! pop!
There's an angstodynamic feeling
nothing in galaxial space can buy,
When they pass around the oilbars
and the humanoform pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
by Grothorian and Drides
These Tobor-ly things are the things
we memorexistore all through our lives!
Just hear those engilators warbling
gar-har-garbling too
Come on, it's lovely weather
for an organishuttle ride together with you,
Outside the souls are falling
and Tobor are calling "Yoo hoo,"
Come on, it's lovely weather
for an organishuttle ride together with you.
Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap,
let's go, Let's look at the show,
We're riding in a desolate battlefield of souls.
Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap,
it's grand, Just holding your digitatchment,
We're gliding along with a song
of a bloodsoaked death land.
Our robotulated cheekometers are white and shiny
and comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together
like two Tobors of a Warrifon Battalion would be
Let's take that starpath before us
and cackle a robocackle or two
Come on, it's lovely weather
for an organishuttle ride together with you.
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:10 pm
We Wish you a Merry Wansermas
Contributed by Roufette
We wish you a Happy Wanserday;
We wish you a Happy Wanserday;
We wish you a Happy Wanserday and a coffee mechanoid.
Good tidings we bring to you and your tobor;
Good tidings for Wanserday and here’s a monocle of joy .
Oh, bring us some vibrowansers;
Oh, bring us magical transformations;
Oh, bring us a scootocycle and mugs of alcoholitrons;
Hand over the freaking doomcake
Hand over the freaking doomcake
Hand over the freaking doomcake, or we’ll press the DeMRefrain
We wish you a Happy Wanserday;
We wish you a Happy Wanserday;
We wish you a Happy Wanserday and a coffee mechanoid.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:24 pm
Hark! the Andro-Tobor Sing
Contributed by Roufette
Hark! the Andro-Tobor sing
Glory to the Suienheimer King!
Get the Vorpal Dirk of all Felines,
Don’t let the magical girl probe your mind(ofrequency)!
Monitor the Grand Kowatzitz,
Make sure the Magical Girls call it quits;
Captain Tailos just can’t win
Tobor are so much better than him
Hark! the Andro-Tobor sing
Glory to the Suienheimer King!
BLUDGETICIPATION;
Andro-Tobor warrifons;
The bulkfloor holds us all real close,
As we await the Soulbounty Host.
But what is this that I do spy?
A bakeryship is flying by.
We’ll just damn them to depthspace;
As we shove our legoids down their face.
Refrain
Calculize and calcermize,
Don’t shoot till you see the whites of their eyes.
Vibrowansers set on kill
Unless they have undies with black frill
Put up your carnomate good friends
And hope this catsillade will end
Look to the General Derelict
For the sign that they’ve all been whipped
Refrain
The Crozuilus, no longer ours,
Lost in the Magical Girl charge;
Here we lay in metal piece
Waiting for the great defeat.
General against Cybohuman:
Magical Machine against Partially Magical Man;
But what is that that I do hear?,
The General’s killed him with a country music spear.
Refrain
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:34 pm
How the General Stole Wansermas!
Every Humanoform
Down on Earth
Liked Wansermas a lot...
But the General,
Who plogzored just north of Bleepblorp 111,
Did NOT!
The General hated Wansermas!
The whole Wansermas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his robocortex wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his legoids were to tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his robocirculator was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His robocirculator or his legoids,
He stood there on Wansermas Eve, hating the Humanoforms,
Staring down from his flagship with a sour, Derelicty frown
At the warm lighted continents below on their planet.
For he knew every Humanoform down on Earth beneath
Was busy now, hanging a Tobor-toe wreath.
"And they're vibroing their wansers" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Wansermas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Derelict digitachments nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Wansermas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Humanoform girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Humanoforms, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Humanoform-pudding, and rare Humanoform-roast-beast
Which was something the General couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Humanoform down on Earth, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with vibrowansers a-wansering.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Humanoforms would start wansering!
They'd wanser! And they'd wanser!
AND they'd WANSER! WANSER! WANSER! WANSER!
And the more the General thought of the Humanoform-Wansermas-Wansering
The more the General thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for fifty-three cycles I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Wansermas from coming!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GENERAL
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The General robocackled in his throat.
And he made a quick Santaheimer hat and a cape.
And he chortled and robocackled, "What a great Derelicty trick!
"With this cape and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Heimer!"
"All I need is a Tobor..."
The General looked around.
But since Tobor are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old General...?
No! The Genearl simply said,
"If I can't find a Tobor, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his souldomesticon Max. Then he took some red thread
And he tied a big robocortex on top of his head.
Max THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle organishuttle
And he hitched up old Max.
Then the General said, "Giddyap!"
And the organishuttle started down
Toward the planet where the Humanoforms
Lay a-snooze in their beds.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Humanoforms were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first house on the continent.
"This is stop number one," The old Derelicty Heimer hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santaheimer could do it, then so could the General.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Humanoform wansers all vibroed in a row.
"These wansers," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Lazer guns! And scootocycles! Rocket skates! Drums!
Bakitboards! Motobots! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the General, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Humanoforms' feast!
He took the Humanoform-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that General even took their last can of Humanoform-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the General, "I will stuff up the tree!"
And the General grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the roar of a forelion.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Humanoform!
Designation: Little Cindy-Lou Humanoform, who was not more than two.
The General had been caught by this little Humanoform daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the General and said, "Derelicty Heimer, why,
"Why are you taking our Wansermas tree? WHY?"
But, you know, that old General was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Derelicty Heimer lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side.
"So I'm taking it spaceside to my workshop, my dear.
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Humanoform went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the Wanserlog for their vibrofire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of food
The he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Humanoformss' houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Humanoforms' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn...
All the Humanoformss, still a-bed
All the Humanoformss, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand clicknorts up! Up the side of Organishuttle Crozuilus
He plogzored to the tiptop to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Humanoforms!" he was derelict-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Wansermas is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"The all the Humanoformss down on Earth will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the General,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the General put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded vibratastic!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS vibratastic! VERY!
He stared down at Earth!
The General popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Humanoform down on Earth, the tall and the small,
Was wansering! Without any wansers at all!
He HADN'T stopped Wansermas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the General, with his robotulated-feet ice-cold in the unvibrated universe,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his thoughtbobulator was sore.
Then the General thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Wansermasmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Wansermas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in Earth they say
That the General's small robocirculator
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his robocirculator didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The General carved the roast beast!
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 7:37 pm
A QUICK INTERJECTIONCopy/pasted from the newly created Dragonspace Guild. Because this thing needs to grow biggar.So. No doubt you guys all know of the recently added Wansermas Epic thread to the 111 Guild, containing many Tobor songs previously lost to depthspace and even some Federation ones casually misplaced and used as coffee mats. And hey, these things get one thinking. What would the general consensus be of actually holding a concert in Towns one night nearer Christmas? It's quite the long shot, and would require a fair bit of planning if things took off, but here's what I sorta thought about when trying to get some sleep:
Chorus of DS Players lined up by the Fountain, singing Wansermas Carols to the masses
Holding a theatre play (the first evar?) in Towns of "How the General Stole Wansermas" or perhaps the Tobor rendition of the Nativity (may not be appropriate, but...)
Possible prizes and giveaways to random literate folks in the audience, if there is any
And then things got wider. What about a full scale concert event, involving more than just the Dragonspace Crew, but spilled over to include the Writers Forum in general? Sponsored, of course, by us here at Dragonspace:
Original Wansermas/Christmas poetry recitals
Oral presentations of short-shorts? (ie, stories under 2000 words so that people don't get bored listening?)
So yes. Post any opinions you guys have. If things look favourable, it's only a matter of rehearsals and publicity. I'm sure that could be done with banners and spreading word via local gossip holes?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 7:53 am
I don't know how carolling works in Towns, so I have no opinion on the matter. xp
As for theatre, it would probably be great fun, but I don't know that it would work, considering space issues (the screen's not very big, and everyone in the audience would take up space, leaving a very small 'stage'). Again, not an avid Towns user.
We'd also almost certainly have problems with trolls trying to crash the play by running around on the 'stage'.
I don't really understand what you mean by a 'concert event'. Like a contests or main forum thread in which we all get together on a pre-determined evening to post/comment on Wansermas poems and stories?
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:40 am
Quote: I don't know how carolling works in Towns, so I have no opinion on the matter. xp It's much less of carolling, as simply getting everyone to sing up the lines whilst formed into one giant mass of avatars. But it has the same idea in theory. Quote: As for theatre, it would probably be great fun, but I don't know that it would work, considering space issues (the screen's not very big, and everyone in the audience would take up space, leaving a very small 'stage'). Again, not an avid Towns user. We'd also almost certainly have problems with trolls trying to crash the play by running around on the 'stage'. The space issue is probably the biggest trouble. Without a doubt, you're right, it would end up being quite a nightmare and one that anyone on the user-end of Towns couldn't help. I'm not so sure what could be done in that - split the group up and have two different shows on two different nights with similar/identical material performed by different people? Trolls, well. Can't do a damned thing about that, but hey, it's nice to imagine. Quote: I don't really understand what you mean by a 'concert event'. Like a contests or main forum thread in which we all get together on a pre-determined evening to post/comment on Wansermas poems and stories? A little of both. A gathering in Towns to have an hour or so of fun in a Christmas Concert like show, as well as a Wansermas Epic Thread for people to sit around and post to their leisure.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:20 am
I would be down for any and all of this. "How the General Stole Wansermas" would probably be the best shot, unless someone comes up with something else before then. And although I'd really rather do a "12 Days of Blizzard" instead, any 12 Days song would be quite entertaining in general.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:48 pm
If we can get the details worked out, then, I'm up for all this.
"How the General Stole Wansermas" would definitely be easier, since we already have that story written up, and it's doubtless shorter and easier than the Nativity story. It'll also bring a lot less bitching than bastardizing a religious story would.
Specifics on how to present it would need figuring, though, since the story involves mountains and a dog-thing and stuff.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:55 am
So that's three 'yea's, no 'nay's or abstains.
It would - I say again - depend what we do. If we want to pull of an entire concert, there's gonna be a lot more work detailing things out, rather than just doing a few carols in Towns and leaving it there.
At this moment, the carols and a play of "How the General Stole Wansermas" seems to be the better option simply through sheer lack of time to prepare.
Backdrop scenery is unnecessary, because of how the play would be retelled by the four narrators, Suienheimer spewing lines as the General, and then someone to do Cindy-Lou Humanoform for her two lines.
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