Um...I stupidly and rather naively volunteered to be Zarn's co-author. But I can't follow this thing for the life of me! Good Lord, why do you let me get roped into this?!!! If any EVER asks if I was responsible for contributing any writing to this thread...I will deny everything. My reputation in the literary world shall be tarnished as an old bruised grapefruit leftover from the continental breakfast at a cheap Motel 6! I really don't know any of you guys so forgive me if I mis-characterize your character. I'm simply drawing from Zarn's descriptions...or lack there of. Um ok...here goes......
Chapter 4: Apocalypse Meow
The curtain opens to a depressing Eastern European cafe shadowed by a haunting grey skyline. We enter the creaking door and find our friendly neighborhood mods once more discussing...communism? Whilst they continue to sip their coffee and banter in a friendly manner, a shadowed figure walks in and proceeds to order a cup of coffee.
Ashley (sipping her tea): Yep...communism sure did have its glory days.
Shatterark (heart?):
? ....so....are you implying that our wonderful founder of CAA is in fact a closet commie?! :: Gasp :: What's the world coming to?! This site isn't safe for children any more!
Ashley (nervously): Oh - uh - hehehe...no, no of course not. I was only musing in a historical context of course.
UC (eating a muffin casually): Still...those commies sure did have a lot going for them. The endless masses of happy laborers...the rice paddies...free public health care courtesy of an assembly line of Russian scientists...oooh...WHAT PERKS! Why don't mods get perks like that huh?!
Shoor: Because mods aren't evil. Power only leads to corruption.
(Shoor suddenly begins to vaguely resemble Frog-fucious from that out-dated 90's Mario RPG and goes off to meditate amongst the lotus blossoms. Will they return in time to save CAA from the commies?!! *Insert cliffhanger+dramatic sound track here*)
Ashley: Well......naming your fictional child Thought-Provoking-Alias was a bit...disturbing...if not evil.
UC: Ah so what. We'll provide government issue therapy sessions. Hrmm...I'm begining to like this evil thing. QUICK! Shatterark! Hand me the magic marker!
Ark (suspiciously): Um.....why...?
UC: JUST DO IT!!!
Ark pulls out a sharpy and gives it to UC. UC proceeds to draw a fake Dr. Evil-like scarr over one of his eyes.
UC: MAWHAHAHAHA!! ...I always wanted to cackle like that. This evil-commie-tyrant stuff is kinda fun! MAWHAHAHAAAAAA!
Ashley: ...Oh my...
Over hearing the conversation, the shadowed and cloaked being proceeds to sit down at the mods' table. She sips her coffee with a mechanical arm before speaking.
Shadow Person: ......so you think you're cut out to rain terror upon CAA, eh, UC?
UC: I don't just rain...I POUR!!
(UC holds a box of Morton's Salt)
Shadow Person: ....You're not evil. There are none eviler (grammatical ouchie) than, I... THE GLORIOUS TEMULIN!!
UC: Meh...I am sooo eviler than you.
Temulin:
Oh really? How do you like your coffee?
UC: Uh...light roast.
Temulin: I drink mine black!
Ark: Oh my...THE DARKNESS!!!! SHIELD YOUR EYES!!
UC: Eh...big deal.
Temulin: Do you like puppies?
UC: Yes...
Temulin: I KICK puppies!!
UC: :: Gasp ::
Temulin: And that muffin you're eating...?
UC: NO!
Temulin: I dropped it on the floor!!
UC collapses of an overdose of evilism. Such is why mods shall never be evil tyrants. The world of CAA is safe once more. But wait...Where did Shoor and Thought-Provoking-Alias go to?! Stay tuned for further chapters written by none other than...ZARN~! For I quit......:: Gets bored and walks out of thread leaving an empty stage in my wake ::