It was January 2006, Anxiety was login off for the last time as a moderator on his beloved Prince.org.

I just be another slave on the bus., he thought bittersweetly. He reviewed his decission to spend less time on the org, and confirmed it is for the best. He paused with his cursor over the unsubscribe link when suddenly...

…When suddenly he noticed the “Colin’s pen0r” thread, and found it physically impossible for him to logoff.

It was at that moment he heard a loud knocking at his door and in stepped…

oh lawd.

and FYI, i ain't pressing diddly doo doo till my new account is ready to use.

Anxiety said:

That doesn't follow the plot very well.

ChargingBULL said:

THE ASIAN AVENGER!


'Anxiety,I must to talk to you about the org. Here look at this.'

In The Avenger's hand was...
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Did i miss something? Anx are you leaving or stepping down from moderator?

sinisterpentatonic said:

Damn, you late.

I don't get this "penOr" slang....wud dat joke? I mean i know it means a pee pee/penis/johnson.... but "penOr"?

Stymie said:

So he's really leaving?!

ufoclub said:

It's some kind of l33t spe4k thing, I think.

littlemissG said:

a plunger and a crusty,old second hand kinkos copy of the org secret files.

"ok,we're only gonna try this once lol hold the files, turn around a sec..." said the avenger. anx puzzled and horrified did as he was told.

just then a knock at the door...it was....

is there a "ORG SCI-FI ASSOCIATION"?

Nikster said:

sinisterpentatonic said:

Somebody ANSWER ME!!!

sinisterpentatonic said:

Anx is not gonna be a mod anymore.

Christopher said:

HamsterHuey! 'Anxiety, I see you have meet the first of three ghost to visit you before you give up your Moderationship.'

'Moderationship? Is that a word?' Anxiety asked.

'Whatever. Anyway, the Asian Avenger is the Ghost of Org Past, thus the org history in his hand, but I have no idea what he was going to do with that plunger.'

The masked man blushed as he hid the plunger behind his back. Continuing on Huey explained that our soon to be ex-mod would also be visited by The Ghost of Org Present and The Ghost of Org Yet-to-Come.

'But, why?' Anxiety asked confused.

'Because, all moderators must atone for their sins before being accepted again as a regular poster.' HamsterHuey explained holding his hands skyward. 'It is only then we will not kick your padlocking, banning butt.' With that the Hamster disappeared leaving only the scent of freshed brewed coffee, and the masked avenger behind.

The Asian Avenger pointed over Anxiety's shoulder toward...
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littlemissG said:

The first of his trials. Appearing in the room behind him, as suddenly as mist on water, the ghosts of Elvis, Einstein, Da Vinci and Shakespeare grouped at a round wooden table with Plato, Aritostle, Voltaire and Beckett. Despite the presence of finger food and wine at the table with his unexpected guests Anxiety sensed he had not been invited to a party.

As one they turned to Anxiety, "What's the punchline?" intoned Shakespeare. Grape?" he added as an afterthought. Anxiety refused the grape with a shake of his head. "Er, the Punchline?" Anxiety grinned nervously, edging slightly back and away from the table. "You want a punchline? You do? Fine then. It's..
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XxAxX said:

'Everything is ridiculous, period.'

The great thinkers of history sat silently for a moment, then Plato said "He's one of us, let him pass thru.'

Anxy smiled as he took a sip of wine from an offered glassed, and asked his guide of org past what was next. His answer appeared...

littlemissG said:

It was the second of the guides.
The Ghost of Org Present.



'I am the ghost of the naked now! Follow me.'

The ghost turned away from Anxiety, and he recoiled at the sight. 'Man, I rather be ahead of you unless you get some pants. You need to cut back on the dairy products.'

'I don't see you in any muscle mags either friend! Come here!' Dook motion to the computer. 'Type PRESENT in the search field, and double click'

'Oh like that should work!' Anxiety rolling his eyes, but none the less did as he was instructed. Magically a gateway opened leading to...

littlemissG said:

An overgrown ridge in Beverly Hills over looking 3121.

fan #1: ooh, i think i just saw mani walk into the kitchen!
fan #2 (giddy): f'real?? wait--*adjusts binoculars*--ohhh yeaaah...and prince is following her!
fan #1: i wonder what they're doing...
fan #2: hold up--it looks like...like...
fan #1: what they doin', they gettin' freekie-deeky on the kitchen table? i got the camera ready!
fan #2: no...they're doing dishes together.
fan #1 (disappointed): awww, that's all? wait a sec--can you see what kinna dishwashing liquid they're using?
fan #2 (adjusting binoculars again): uhh...looks like palmolive.
fan #1: whew! i was scurred that the brotha was gonna end up gettin' dishpan hands!
fan #2: i know, right? i can't imagine them fine-assed hands of his all cracked n'ashy from washing dishes.

(the bushes nearby rustle a bit)

fan #2 (sotto voce): uh-oh, i think we've been spotted...
(Props to Handclapsfingasnapz)

The Anxiety formerly know as moderator knew at once he was looking at Zeliara and Krystal666. 'Hello Ladies having fun?'

'We sure are. Just like I THOUGHT the PRISSY Little Stickweed AINT GIVIng MY SEXY PRINCE the Wild LOVE he needs! I I was in that KITCHEN IT would be LEFTOVERS every where, especially the sauce, because I LOVE ME SOME Spicy SAuce. I would Say: Pretty BABY marinate ME! and He would be like....'

'RIGHT RIGHT', Anxiety interupted. Turning to his ghostly guide Anxiety asked...
[Edited 1/27/06 14:18pm]