Quote: "That FPSC boards are barren, lawless, evil evil places.
After seeing the atrocities there, I wouldn't recommend any mod to approach.
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This is just funny, which also is a good point. What do you expect from a "lawless" land? As long as mods avoid those boards, everyone will behave lawlessy. What Rich should do is lock you all in there for the weekend. Then the FPSC Wars will begin...
*cue dramatic music*
The Brave Mods venture into the desolate lands of Efpesci slowly they creep from thread to thread, careful not to alert the sleeping posters. Upon the third thread-lock the Mods stumble into a poster encampment. The beasts are fighting each other, oblivious to their surrondings. They are covered in habitualants from the grave, and are drenched with the spilt blood of their enemys. From each of them seems to come a firy spirt, a flame, that comes forth and burns all who oppse them.
The mods slowly try to sneak out, when suddently a little child comes running up to them, holding a teddybear. Confronted by this pure innocence the mods let down their gaurd, and become aborbed by the hypnotic innocence the child represents. It was all a lie.
The child quicky gave out a horible cry, like the pain of a thousand spectors, the horible cry did not diminish, but rose... greatly, soon the mods were down on their knees begging for the sound to stop. And the posters took notice too, but rather then be repulsed by the sound, they joined in. It was at this point that the child smiled, revealing his sharped canines. He slowly aproached one, when another exclamed "Why are we listening to this?" upon saying this, he withdrew his weapon. It was a brillant golden sceptor, it was engraved with silver and bore the phrase "Ze Holy Sceptor of Bannment".
He held the sceptor out infront of him, and the child who was tearing limb from limb of the mod that once was suddently turned black, his skin began to shrivl and his mouth opened much deeper then the jaw would permit. His eyes became holo and a ghostly light starts to emrge. the light seemed to be trying to escape, infact it had come out in wildly dangle rays, as if they were tenticals, The mod fliped the scepter around and stabed the living corpse with it, and with a brillant display of partical effects, the child was no more.
The mods all had their weapons drawn, anticipating the battle. The posters close in bearing the bones from their fallen comrades... Will our heros survive? Find out in the next episode of the FPSC Wars!
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