The Short Story Thread

[Texas Red]

Hey y'all!

Here you can write short stories on any topic! You can make a series of short stories as well.

Here is the *Current* List of Rules

1. No inappropriate short stories.
2. No plagiarism of the title of someone's short story. For example, if someone names their story, Hearts of Iron, you cannot name your story that same name.
3. Stories should be at least 2 sentences long and 7 paragraphs long at max.
4. You can comment on other people's stories, if you are gonna criticize someone's story, just use constructive criticism, do not use harsh words.

Formatting:

1. Make sure to write a title
2. After the title, put By: (insert username) So, it would look like By: the beast
3. You can make it any font you want, any color, and any size.
4. Do NOT use the emoticons in your story, you can put it at the end of your story.
5. The title and authors name do NOT count as paragraphs.
6. End your story with *****End of (insert name of story)******

I will write my short story in the next post.


Happy Hunting y'all! :salute:

[Texas Red]

The Chronicles of the USS Tautog: Patrol 1, Part 1
By: the beast

December 26, 1941
Pearl Harbor, Hawaii

It has been 19 days since the attack on Pearl Harbor. My submarine, the USS Tautog, SS-199, is ready for her first wartime patrol. I am Lieutenant Commander Joseph Harris Willingham jr. I saw hell during the attack on Pearl Harbor. Many men perished on that fateful day. My orders are to perform reconnaissance on the Marshall Islands. The brass fears that a second attack force is mounting up over there.
Right now, it is 13.30 hours and we are is transiting the entrance channel to Pearl Harbor. I am on the bridge with the watch crew. Many sailors on the bridge still look dazed and confused even after Pearl Harbor, as if it is still playing in their minds, like a movie being played repeatedly.
The USS Tautog has been my trusty boat since July 3, 1940. If this boat does go down, I will go down with her. My wife, Amy, will have to leave me 600 feet under.
The situation in the Pacific is disastrous. Wake Island fell on the 23rd of December, the Philippines are dangerously close to falling to the Japanese. We have been caught with our pants down.

January 6, 1942

Manilla was captured by the Japanese on January 2, 1942. The mixed US/local defense began a retreat on January 4, 1942, to the Bataan Peninsula. All news aside, we have reached the designated reconnaissance area, Kwajalein Atoll in the Marshall Islands. We are to perform reconnaissance here until we are given new orders.

February 4, 1942

We returned to Pearl Harbor after reporting that there were no enemy ships encountered at neither Kwajalein, Bat, Rongelap, Wotho, or Bikini atolls. We’re ordered to Mare Island Navy Yard for a refit. This would give my crew and me some leave for a while.

*****End of The Chronicles of the USS Tautog: Patrol 1, Part 1*******

[Moonlight]

The sinking of the USS Hotdog.
By: the NDD_Fubuki

January 6th 1942
West of Midway Island.

Almost a month has passed since we, the mighty Imperial Japanese Navy gave those arrogant damn yankees a good kicking on the island of Pearl Harbour. My ship, a Fubuki class destroyer have the USS Hotdog firmly in our sights, leaking a trail of oil and probably red sauce as well, this American decadent captain will never see the sunrise or sunset again. You can practically hear the howls of anguish as the sounds of the submarine breaking up is relayed over the hydrophone speaker, hah, thats what you get for interfering in Hideki Tojo's plans you smart arse bleedin yankees.

Mighty Imperial Japanese Navy 2-0 American hotdog lovers. :O:

Tenno Heika Banzai, “Long live the Emperor “

[Eichhörnchen]

I feel as exposed as a worm on a fishing pole, stretched full length on this padded bed in the nose of my bomber, completely surrounded by the plastic glasshouse and amid a continuous near-deafening noise from the engines. The cold grey surface of the Channel rushes past below as we drop down to evade the coastal radar-arrays... it looks so very close that at this height I always wonder how we could possibly still be here... just above the wavetops! One slip by our pilot and we will suddenly all be dashed into a maelstrom of freezing, suffocating agony

Ahead, through the now grimy, noisy and violently vibrating perspex, I can begin to make out the first vague, horizontal shadows and colours of the white cliffs... only dimly visible through the sea murk of our low altitude. But now and again a small splinter of colour is thrown out by the burning morning sun, as it catches sections of the limestone bluffs. And above, yes, the burning vault of blue... the deepest blue I ever saw.

Are we going up soon? It must be soon. Below us is the freezing water... ahead (now clearly there) the white battlements of hard chalk... if he doesn't pull up soon!! Before I can wonder any further whether I am going to Heaven or to Hell we are up and over the top! Now we must keep climbing. And now there's radio chatter... is it our pilot or is it the Tommies? Are they after us already? English or German? I can't hear a word above the din of these engines, now screaming into a rising fugue as they drag us higher and higher above the green pastures.

Now that we're past the radar we have to get to our bombing level. And as we rise the oh-so green land becomes less vivid... turning darker, even to more dusky violet hues, and the first wisps of fair-weather cloud begin to puff up and whip past. Higher still and the radio chatter begins again... only this time different... more excited, yet not frantic. There are steady voices there, too... commanding and directing. That's not my mother tongue, I feel sure of it! is it Polish? English? The voices become harsher and more insistent. Are they are coming for us now?

I can see tiny shards of light below... glinting in the sun... what are they? Then my attention is moved: to our right and below, a 'schwarm' of Junkers 88s overtakes us... of course I cannot hear them as they bank away, going who knows where. Like sharks on the prowl they guard us, as do the Messerschmitts high above, although I cannot see them. But those bright spots below return, like tiny fishes with their pale bellies suddenly bright in the sunlight as they roll and turn... are they fighters?

In this suffocatingly hot bubble of mine, made almost unbearable by my coveralls and life jacket, I experience a brief shock of ice-cold panic when I see more 'fishes' diving down past us very close, in long chains, again to the right. They streak down and vanish... dozens of them... like in a waterfall. They shine in the baking sun as they race past, and I know that they are setting about their killing. They are Spitfires... they are going after the Junkers. The Hurricanes will come for us next... they always come after the Spitfires!

A moment later someone is smashing in my glasshouse with a hammer... the row of the engines becomes deafening and I feel the heat of fire billowing up from beneath me. Someone shakes me to get me moving. We have to get out! I am shaken ever more violently..."Wake up! Wake up!" I roll over onto my back. "Wake up! Wake up!..... I told you it's too hot in here! You're having another nightmare, you daft bugger" says Moira... "Have you been playing those bloody video games again?"

END OF "High Summer Nightmare"

[Jeff-Groves]

As I am on the final approach to designated target I leave this message to all the Human race.
We have been at War for so long none of remember the start or why.
We saw technology advance so fast and once the shields went on line?
It almost became impossible for a weapon of mass destruction to get through.
So why I'm I here? On a flight that will change the face of this World War of 100 years?

Let me explain the shield technology in use as it is.
The electronic shield, operating as a sort of magnetic field, detects and then deflects, anything coming in at a high speed.
We tried slow speed shells and it still stopped them. Plastic, ceramic, many other materials?
Same results. Not even the biologic weapons get through.

Until!

Unit Jimbuna was on a simple flight to check and record stats.
It suffered a malfunction and the Pilot had to eject right next to the shield wall.
The craft struck the wall and was destroyed. The Pilot floated THROUGH the wall and was captured.

My mission? I will eject just before the wall allowing my craft to be destroyed.
I am equiped with a glider type outfit that will allow me to travel many miles given velocity at ejection and altitude.

I am to be the delivery source of a virus so deadly that the forces behind the wall will be defeated.
I am a human bomb as I will detonate over the nearest large City.
The winds will do the rest.

[Texas Red]

At 1320 hours, the 3rd watchman, Matrose Ernst Hein, spots a large smoke funnel bearing 230°. I look and spot the same thing. I couldn’t believe it at the time, we were about to get our first chance to prove ourselves! So, prepare, say a prayer!

“ALARM!” I scream down the hatch. The bell rings as every man drops what they are doing and heads to their battle-stations. Helmut heads to the command room since he is the Executive Officer (XO) it is his duty to conduct weapons attacks and maintaining the boat weapon systems.

Walther calculates the course of the ship from the observation periscope in the command room while I’m in the conning tower, looking through the attack periscope. He finally decides on the course of the ship and tells me we are running on a perpendicular course to the ship.

I increased the speed to 14 knots. My grin gets bigger and bigger as I see the ship get bigger and bigger on my scope, meaning that she is getting closer. I could see two weapons on the ship. A large gun at the bow, and another large gun at the aft of the ship. This excludes her from me firing a warning shot. I identified her as a Medium Tanker weighing in at approximately 7,500 tons. Dieter works out the solution to the torpedo attack while I wait to be able to fire the torpedoes. We have 3 TI torpedoes in tubes 1,3, and 4 and one TII torpedo in tube 2. Due to it being such a nice day, I decided to use the TII. It was already preheated to reduce the risk of being a dud. Since this is an electric torpedo, she doesn’t have a pistol setting. I decided for her to run at only 1 meter below the waterline. I hoped that the watch crew on the Medium tanker doesn’t spot the torpedo itself as it cruises along in the glass-like waters.

The crew was silent, no one spoke a word. A pool of sweat formed around me as it quickly rose to above 32.2 °C. We have no air conditioning unit in the submarine, so it can get dangerously hot sometimes. I yelled down to the chief engineer and asked, “What is our battery percentage, chief?” he replied, “86%, sir!” I then asked, “What is our Co2 percentage, chief?” he responded after a while, “Sir, we are at 2%”. Since 10% of Co2 is good enough to kill, we were fine.

Helmut yelled from the command room, “Sir, all calculations have been put in, we are ready to fire!”. I called out, “Flood tube 2, set it to run 1 meter below the waterline!”. A few seconds passed before Dieter informed me that we were ready to fire. “Torpedo, LOS!”, I yelled as loud as I could. I heard the torpedo go from the tube and then Dieter informed me, “Sir, the torpedo is in the water!”. “Good now, reload tube 2 with another TII. Flood tube I and standby to fire.”

I start my stopwatch, the torpedo goes around 30 knots and the ship is 950 meters from us, it should take the torpedo 31 seconds to hit her.

[Texas Red]

Impact, Part two
By: the beast



31 seconds later and I see the most magnificent sight of my life. The TII torpedo detonates right near the bridge, hitting the fuel tanks. It ignites a large amount of fuel that makes it go up in a large explosion. The fireball must have soared well above 600 meters. It was a bright red with a mix of yellow and some purple. Debris was shooting off from multiple directions with flares of smoke following the debris. And then, in an instant, I could understand why my dad never was the same after his service in the Kaiserliche Marine. As my thoughts of joy erupted, I turned to a more somber thought. That explosion possibly killed many people on the ship. I felt guilty for what I had done. Maybe the men I just killed had families, a wife, children? The children and wives will never see their husbands and fathers again.


*****End of Impact, part two*****

[Jeff-Groves]

That don't qualify for this thread.
:hmmm:

[Aktungbby]

fixed!

[Jeff-Groves]

LOL!!
And purple? WTF?
Mayhaps we can get away since i did mention Jimbuna in my story!

[mapuc]

These fragment is terrible
Logbook
HMS HMS Hambledon
23rd Oct. 1943 0630 zulu.
153 NM from goal.

Day of watch
My watch started at 0500 zulu
We are on route to Southampton, we are protecting convoy xx, we have been their protection since Halifax.
This famous English fog have hit us.
It's really really tense, I can't see my own hands in front of me.
I'm holdning my binoculars in my right hand..It will be of no use in this fog, only thing I see is nothing but a white wall.

Only thing which is in good use here is my ears.
While standing here outside the bridge and feel this cold wind hitting my face
!?? What was that, did I hear a different engine sound ?
I have somehow learned how our engines sounds like and the Merchant on our left sounds like. But this was different and came from 2 o'clock.
I toke up my binoculars to my eyes..when I toke it away again...unable to see anything in this dense fog.

Suddenly I hear machine guns fire from this direction-2 o'clock I open the ships phone and yell ALARM and at the same time I take cover behind one our metal things(don't know what they are called)

Something warm and sharp hit me on my right chin.
The pain was intense for a second then it was gone.
Have I been hit by a bullet or a fragment ? I moved my right hand slowly up to my right side of my face, to feel if there is anything like blood, there is nothing.

Must have been a piece a garbage which have may have hit me.
Again I felt this pain.....and again nothing...
The ship shake for a while...It wasn't the enemy who had hit us, it was our main gun who had fired in this direction.

Funny having a shootout with the enemy in such a dense fog, you can't see them, only hear them and vice versa

Someone is screaming of pain, one of the crew must have been hit by enemy fire.

Again this warm and sharp feeling hit me on my right chin and this crew member must be in lot of pain because again I hear him, loudly this time.

Wait a minute this doesn't sound like a person in pain, in fact it sound like my cat.
It was my brain who slowly started to wake up and then I felt this sharp pain on my right chin again.
I was now enough awake to understand that this warm and sharp things that hit me now and then was one of my cats claws.

I have altered the original dream so I could post a short story in this thread

Markus

[Aktungbby]

You can make it any font you want, any color, and any size.
well this is a short story thread and my 'prose is always....purple':|\\:know::roll: BOO-BOOP-B-DOO! BBY ...https://i.pinimg.com/originals/03/5e/96/035e96994042fa851831df808ddb5035.jpg<and ''a picture is always worth a thousand words'' which saves on my blogging carpal tunnel syndrôme!

[Eisenwurst]

"Lockdown Blues" by Eisenwurst.

"It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled, and the rain came down in buckets. Sam's fingers desperately scrambled to find a toehold on the cliff edge. He could feel it crumbling beneath his fingers. He fell, screaming.....AAAAHHHHHhhhhhh....."

Just then there was a knock on the door. He put down the book he was reading and answered it. There she stood....5'8", long blonde hair covering one eye, broad brim hat, figure hugging dress, long cigarette holder with a smouldering cigarette. Her perfume washed over him......"Mr Spade?"....He quickly glanced at the name on the door.

"Yep, that's me....how can I help you?"

"I'm lost...I'm looking for the "Ladies".

"Down the corridor, first on the left". He said disappointed. He watched her walk out of his life and shut the door.

He went over to the open window and watched the submarine leaving port. The crew were lined up on deck, and the band was playing one of Elvis's songs.

Since the lockdown started not a lot was happening, but it was time for a drink.

The End.

Disclaimer :- No stunning blondes or submarines were harmed in this story. And only the facts were changed to protect the innocent.

[Mr Quatro]

Seven paragraphs? I'm just getting started at the seventh paragraph, but rules are rules, except I don't write short stories I write screenplays.

Here's one in screenplay format:

“CARETAKERS CONVENTION”

Screenplay by:
Mr Quatro

FADE IN:
A grave yard in Long Island, New York between two major freeways, is one of the largest grave yards I have ever seen. The entire story is in and around this Long Island cemetery. The original story was designed for an old actor like Jimmy Stewart, but as things would have it, he is no longer available for casting.
Kirk Douglas is a natural for the main character of, “The Caretakers Convention”. But he has also passed away. I only mention him as an image to think of.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The rules of the life after death are strictly adhered to in this grave yard. No one can leave the cemetery without a pass from,

“The Caretaker”, “Mr. Justice” (Kirk Douglas).

Then the biggest all time extravaganza comes to town. Once every century,every one hundred years or so as the story goes, a convention is held for all of the grave yard caretakers like “ Mr. Justice”. They come from all over the world.

As in every good story there has to be conflict. Someone is plotting to take over the cemetery and thus eliminating “Mr. Justice’s” job as the caretaker of this particular cemetery in Long Island, New York.

They plot and plan on how to get “Mr. Justice” in trouble.
They take over the convention center at night after everyone has gone home. After all they are for the most part invisible, except for the mummies and the shaking bones, plus the cats and the crows. The ghost have different forms, but all get in trouble if anyone can prove they are real. In trouble with who else, but the “Biggest Daddy” of them all ... God like in God of all creation

If you haven’t guessed it by now we have the beginnings of one of the greatest spook stories of all time. That’s right folks, spooky it is.

Get your pillows ready kids. Mommy, mommy can we go see, “The Caretakers Convention”?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

FINALLY FADE IN:
It’s late at night and the gates of a cemetery are opening up automatically with a limousine waiting to drive through. Inside of course is the gang boss and his gang. He has a Bill Murray look to him.

No one can be seen opening the gates in the real world, but after they go through,two blue ghostly figures dressed up like undertakers can be seen closing the gates.

DISSOLVE TO:
The inside of the limousine.

GANG MEMBER
I don’t see no garage door opener or nothing.

SECOND GANG MEMBER
How did you do that boss?

BOSS NUMBER ONE
I got connections.

DISSOLVE TO:
The limousine arrives at vault of crypts with a hearse and several men already around it.

BOSS NUMBER TWO
It’s about time ... This place is too spooky even for me.

They get out to greet each other.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Sid, it’s been way too long. Why don’t you stop by more often?

BOSS NUMBER TWO
Why? So, you can kill me.

Boss number one acts offended.

BOSS NUMBER TWO (CONT'D)
I mean with kindness of course. Your just too nice a guy to have to deal with, but I can’t trust you.

Boss number one acts humble and hugs him.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
I know just what you mean.

BOSS NUMBER TWO
So, you brought the money? Right!

Boss number one hands Sid back his gun.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Here! I hope it wasn’t loaded. The money! Of course I brought the money. Did you bring this chill? Brrr!

Gang member of number one boss hands over the legal size brief case to his boss.

BOSS NUMBER ONE (CONT'D)
First things first ... The purity of this deal rest on how pure it really is.

BOSS NUMBER TWO
Pure I ain’t, but pure it is.

Snaps his fingers and the vault of one crypt opens. A gang member of the second boss hands it over all nice and bundled up.

BOSS NUMBER TWO (CONT'D)
One hundred and forty four little packets. All same same.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Just curious Sid. Why one hundred and forty-four little packets? You know what I mean? Why not one hundred and forty-five or one hundred and sixty or one hundred and ninety. Why one hundred and forty-four?

BOSS NUMBER TWO
Well, you see it’s like this I got some boys working on the airline baggage detail down in Rio right. They had to put
one small packet in everyones luggage, see.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
I see. Then after they land you follow them home. Ring the bell on one hundred and forty-four doors and get your goods back.

BOSS NUMBER TWO
Something like that. Except the plane had over two hundred passengers. About sixty of them got caught. Win some lose some.

GANG MEMBER
It’s pure boss.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Here’s your money, Sid. Count it ... I don’t want you visiting my restaurant with a machine gun.

BOSS NUMBER TWO
We don’t count it anymore. We scan it.
His gang is already taking the money out and fanning it with a hand held scanner. When strange noises start happening.

GANG MEMBER
What's that?

A gang of ghost were watching the proceedings and knocked over something.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
I’m out of here ... Bye Sid.

BOSS NUMBER TWO
I’m right behind you.

DISSOLVE TO:

One ghost to another

GHOUL ONE
Now why did you do that for?

GHOUL TWO
I hate drug dealers ... They cost me my life.

GHOUL ONE
But we had them all lined up to home with them.

ANOTHER GHOUL
Get them ... They’re getting away.

The gates that were opening ... start closing.

DISSOLVE TO:
The window is coming down and the gang member is sticking his head out with a machine gun, but he sticks his head back in.

GANG MEMBER
What am I suppose to shoot at boss? There’s nothing out there.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Uh, shoot at the gate. Maybe it’ll open again.
He shoots at the gate, but at the last minute the driver swerves to miss the closed gate and the other Boss behind him in the hearse, with his gang, have to make a panic stop into the shrubbery.

DISSOLVE TO:
The ghouls are having fun now. A whole family with little children (spiritually of course)on their laps, sitting on their head markers.

GHOST FAMILY
This is fun mommy.

THE OTHER CHILD
Just like the movies we use to go, uh daddy.

DADDY
Fun till Mr. Justice gets here.

DISSOLVE TO:
The car is still swerving around the cemetery and firing at everything he can hit.

DISSOLVE TO:
The boss is pulling his gang member back in.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
May I make a small suggestion. Save the bullets till you have something worth shooting.

GANG MEMBER
I’m scared Boss.

He grabs him and hugs him like a child in his arms.

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Me too ... Now, now every things going to be okay.

He takes the drugs in the legal brief case away from the other gang member.

BOSS NUMBER ONE (CONT'D)
Here let me take care of that ... Go back to the main entrance.

DRIVER
Where’s that boss?

BOSS NUMBER ONE
Do I have to do everything? Stop the car. Let me out.

The car stops and he gets out.

Did I go over seven ... so sorry the convention is next at the convention center after it is closed at night that is.

[Catfish]

Wow i think there is actually some good stuff in here!
:up:

[Eichhörnchen]

And I think Mr Quatro needs to take a powder (whatever that means)

[Mr Quatro]

Powder causes cancer :yep:

[Texas Red]

Maybe Onkel Neal should publish a book called "The Short Stories of Subsim: Stories written by the craziest skippers on Subsim!"

Anyways, my story is:


AKTUNGS CRAZY LIFE

By: the beast


He has always been a man of mystery. Legend has it that Aktung was born in the pits of the Yellowstone Supervolcano. Molded from Rock and Magma, he was sent into the land of the living and given the name Aktungbby.

Since his youth, he has been known to cause trouble. Irish lore says that he once killed a Lepperchaun after it stole his pot of gold. German lore recalls of a mystical man who killed Krampus by throwing him into the Yellowstone Supervolcano.

After he turned 331, in 1898, after being born in 1567, he was finally old enough to get a job. He got a job working for the Queens Royal Guard, unknown to the public is that he kidnapped one of the Queen's nieces and raised her to become an Ark Angel.

He served in the British Army from 1909 to 1967. He retired from the Army after being abducted by aliens who claimed they were after him for his Lepperchaun Gold.

Afterwards, a Mafia hit was placed on him and he was forced to live in the dark where he remains to this day. We do not know where he currently resides, but some say that he is the beast that Onkel Neal has chained under his ranch, to strong to be let loose, he is instead used on Onkels famous website, Subsim Radio Room Forums.com, as a crazy man who posts on threads such as the Five Word Story Game and Who/What/Where game.


****End of AKTUNGS CRAZY LIFE******

[mapuc]

Titel: From the futures past.
Author Mieka.

Hi dear members of Subsim forum.

My name is Mieka from your future. I was born in earth year 2290 and are 36 years old, which mean we are now in the earth year 2326.

How can I send a message back to you, you may wonder ?
Well somewhere in the middle of the 2200 a group of scientist from one of our university discovered they could, by using lights and quantum mechanics send message back. first they send a message back 1 hour with success. So far they have manage to send a message, which doesn't mess up with the words, 1 year.

Since this was discovered it was decided it should be forbidden for ordinary citizens to use this possibility.

So I'm in way breaking one of our laws by sending you this message.
Why am I doing it then ?
To tell you a little about the future and what's await your children in the future.
It also have something to do with my interest in the history of the Internet and my interest in military history, which lead me to this forum and your 100 years ago today.

Terrible things await you and your children and their children- This will continue until the beginning of the 2200.
Not so far after the will be another these peace conference
This time they decided not to put a blame on one country or countries, instead this conference, which toke place between 2210 to 2230(yes 20 years)

They decided to look into the human behaviour.
First they looked at the thing that have created most war and terror in our history-Religion.

Today we haven't got any religion, I have the right to have a personal belief if I want to, but I'm not allowed spread it so to say.

The next they looked at was politics.
Today we doesn't have politicians, we have given birth rights and other rights We don't vote anymore.
We have authorities in our local areas which keep things running and regional groups and a world group.

The next they looked at was money.
Today we haven't got money. We live in a money free world. Instead your earn points and depending on if your are single like me or have a family you have rights to get things, food and so on. You are also given a flat or a house.
This depends on your status and education in the society.

How many are we, you may think ?
Last time they made a count, which was about 3 years ago, I think it was, we were 2.7 billion citizens of mother earth.
Then there is the Outsiders they live outside in the nature and live by the nature. They are very peaceful I have been in their village now and then to buy things with my points I have earned.
We don't know how many they are.

Well that's all for me. I hope this long message wouldn't mess up.

Mieka
(I'm using mapuc's account-Hope he or she doesn't get angry)

[Moonlight]

Hey Meika you dirty dog, you're going to get in trouble for hacking Mapuc's Subsim account you know, I could smooth things over with Onkel Neal for a price old boy. Its quite simple really and no harm will come to any little kittens for doing it. All you have to do is give me the British National Lottery winning numbers on Saturday June 20th 2020, see I told you it was easy, by the way, if you don't give me them I'll go and hunt Mapuc down and put him in a Korma, yep, a chicken Korma. His account will be closed down as he will be classed as brain dead again and he won't be too happy about that I can tell you. :O:

Moonlight.

[Mr Quatro]

Meika you dirty dog

Meika can't answer you Moonlight she's a girl and she's not even born yet, but let me in on the British National Lottery winning numbers on Saturday June 20th 2020 and I will let you live :arrgh!:

[mapuc]

Titel: Greetings from the parallel universe
Author Steve

Hi from one of you parallel universe, I'm Steve an ordinary citizens who have gain access to one of our transponder.
I "borrowed" my friends access card and I had luck passing some gates.
Now I'm here sitting in front of a wizard board.

I'm texting my message in the air. I have some plastic things around my fingertips. And the keyboard is floating in the air right in front of me.

Even though we have the technique, to fly between our galaxy in warp speed, we can also travel between our parallel univers.

We can't....why ?

Let me put it this way...our atoms are negative loaded, while yours is positive loaded.

For centuries our scientist have tried to find a way so we could meet you and give all the knowledge we have gathered throughout the centuries to you.

Before I close down.
We have a forum like yours.
Except here members which similar alias have different stand points.
The owner here is called Catfish.

Take care
.....end of transmission...piiip....piiip...

Steve

[Eichhörnchen]

I can positive load your atoms if you just send me your bank sort code and account number, then you can travel to the parallel universe and take out the money before I steal it

[mapuc]

Titel: Unknown place
Author Old Chap

Hi there how are you, I hope you are fine.
What I'm going to tell you will knock your socks off and you will not believe me.

Where I am I don't know it's an unknown place.
The liquor is free, drink as much as you like-no side effect, such as hangover or getting drunk, and it tast wonderful.

The food is a chapter for itself delicious. Eat how much you want, you don't get sated or fat, from it.

The women...wow I tell you.

Now how did I get here...well I...don't...really know for sure.
The last thing I remember was that I was on my way home from work, when I felt certain pain in my breast which become worse...then all went black and the next I saw was this great hall, with all this liquor, food and women

Only different is that I seem to have got new clothes on me...with a number 2 glued onto my clothes here and there.
I'm not the only one here in this great hall, there are others too, and they to have this number on their clothes.

Wait I seem to hear something...sounds like it comes from some speaker...I can't see any..Let hear what they are saying.

A Dark deep voice:
Group 2 are the next to walk upside down in the slurry..end of mission....

Old Chap