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GIMER
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Nov '00
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Date Posted:
7/2 10:08am
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JCC Fan Fiction
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Write a JCC fan fiction story about this picture.
One or two paragraphs is probably enough.
Keep it TOS friendly and maybe we will be able to continue this with future pictures.
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Obi-Zahn Kenobi
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7/2 10:09am
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What is that? Mastadge and his hot sister?
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Are we all to you lost causes?
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watcheditamillion
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haha she looks like she wants to skewer you ...
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GIMER
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7/2 10:15am
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Obi-Zahn Kenobi posted:
What is that? Mastadge and his hot sister?
If that is who you want it to be. It's your fan fiction.
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TheGuardianofArlon
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Date Posted:
7/2 10:16am
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RE: JCC Fan Fiction
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um...okay....
The Date
A man was sitting at his table, wearing a red sweater. The man waited for his date to arrive. He wondered what she'd look like. This after all was his first blind date. His friend had set it up for him, saying it would be great. Well, he was okay with it so he went along with. it. Maybe it would turn into something later.
The woman finally came in. She was skinny, and had a tight red dress on. She had black eyeliner on, her hair was back, and it was blacker than the darkest of nights. She had a white coller around her neck, and she did not smile. Her face also was as whitish pale as the full moon overhead.
She sat down next to him, and whispered something in his ear. He swelled up with fright. What she said to him? She said that if anything goes wrong, she'll turn him into a turtle, like she did to her last date.
He looked at her and frightingly asked: "You turned your last date into a turtle?"
She nodded.
He gulped. "Well, that explains why the mayor is like that."
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GIMER
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7/2 11:15am
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The Dangers of Undead Courtship
Jack was widely considered a grand fellow. He was beloved at his office, where he was known as a hardworking, creative, and friendly coworker. His neighbors thought the world of him; he would let anyone borrow any tool from his bountiful workshop, he allowed the neighborhood children to play in his yard, and he made fantastic potato salad which he shared generously at various Housing Association picnics. He was also dashingly handsome, as he sported what everyone agreed was the finest facial hair in the history of the universe.
But, oddly enough, despite his many positive qualities, Jack lived by himself, and he had never been known to date. When asked about this strange detail, Jack would simply smile and say, "Women are awfully nice, but I don't think I'd trust myself with one." He would then laugh and offer the inquirer more potato salad.
Fred, Jack's next-door neighbor and closest friend, decided that it would be a good idea to help his buddy find something resembling romance, so he went door-to-door around the neighborhood, asking if anyone had any women they'd like to donate to the cause. But, unfortunately, all the women either seemed to be taken or underage, and both traits were deemed worthy of disqualification. Fred did not lose hope, though, and kept walking and walking and walking until eventually he reached a part of the neighborhood he had never seen before. The street was inexplicably dark and a single house occupied the entire cul-de-sac. It appeared to be quite run down and Fred assumed that it was bereft of life, but then he noticed a flickering light emanating from within. He knocked on the door.
A beautiful woman with raven-black hair and eyes to match opened the door, which creaked disgustingly. Fred introduced himself and explained the situation. The woman, a recent immigrant from an eastern European country whose name Fred couldn't quite catch over the spookily hissing wind, agreed to meet Jack and attempt to woo him out of his self-imposed state of lovelessness.
So Fred and the woman walked back to Jack's house. Jack was caught off-guard, but he had just made some potato salad and thought it rude to let his guests leave without sharing. Fred politely declined and departed, leaving Jack and the woman alone.
"Do you need any pepper for your potato salad?" Jack asked.
"I do not require such sustenance," the woman said. She thrust herself towards him and he soon found a hauntingly beautiful woman pressing herself against his chest. "I require something more...delicious."
Jack gulped. His libido crashed the gates of years of self-denial as she opened her mouth and leaned in even closer. His hands extended to enfold her in a passionate embrace!
Pain! A crushing pain wracked an entire section of his body, as the woman had seen fit to lift a knee with sufficient force to uproot the greatest tree in the greatest wood.
"I wasn't talking about anything as base as carnal pleasure, my dear morsel. I was referring to the sweet nectar that runs through your veins." The woman then sank her shockingly sharp fangs into his neck and Jack died as a result of his surprise date with a sexy Transylvanian vampiress.
Everyone in the world was sad to hear the news, but their spirits improved greatly when they found his recipe for potato salad in his left back pocket.
The End
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TheGuardianofArlon
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7/2 11:27am
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Thats not funny. That is disturbingly cold and scary. 
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Date Posted:
7/2 11:29am
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7/2 11:32am (1 edits total)
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Who said it had to be humorous? I intended my story to teach people that they should not offer potato salad to sexy Transylvanian vampiresses.
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TheGuardianofArlon
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7/2 11:33am
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yeah, but still...
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7/2 11:41am
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My story had a moral, Arlon. It was deep, sophisticated, and intellectually fruitful. Yours was just silly.
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TheGuardianofArlon
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7/2 11:43am
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No, mine had a moral.
The moral was, don't let your friends set up a blind date for you, or don't go on a blind date at all. It could cost you.
any more photos to add stories to?
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7/2 11:45am
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My moral was about life, death, and potato salad. Have at thee!
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TheGuardianofArlon
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7/2 11:52am
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Mine was life, dating, and consequences. Have at you!
edit: no seriously, gimer. any more story ideas?
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GIMER
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Date Posted:
7/2 11:56am
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Story Photo #2
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TheGuardianofArlon
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7/2 12:06pm
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The man and his pet
The man on 42 Skadoo Street, found a little giraffe one day. So he thought he'd take it home for it to stay. Why he took it, no one knows why. However, they all agreed on the name given to the giraffe was good, which is Bly.
Bly was the man's pet. Till it got to big. Then instead of paying money to make his house bigger, he put him outside. Bly liked this because he could see everything, and even spy.
But the man didn't see the things different about Bly that made him strange. Like the purple spots on his belly, or the red stripes on his legs.
But one day while he was on the phone, talking to his friend, his pet Giraffe, leaned his head through the window, and zaaped out his tounge. But the man at first didn't see what it really was, until he was taken over by fear. The tounge really was, a poisonous snake with no ears. It bit his tounge, and quickly was he dead.
Thus is the tale of the man with the pet giraffe with a snake in its head.
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