SPIDER IV - A NEW HOPE.

[Eater of Clowns]

I seem to have fallen behind the times, after getting off for a few hours.

I vote for Khara, because she's a shifty bitch.

I don't know, it sounds like that was a hell of a more interesting time than even this game.   

[bds]

I think I suspect everybody, for different reasons. Uh-oh.

[A Villager]

If only the suspicious people would be slightly more suspicious. Someone do something spidery.

[President Television]

pillz here.
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Roger-kun! =^_^= You're so kawaii! uguu~
Are you an otaku too? O.O Let's watch Pure White Lover Bizarre Jerry! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IzeXqnwhvo

What the fuck are you jabbering about?

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

You can make them look as cute and fuzzy as you want, they are still scary as hell to me.  That little dime sized spider is the size of a fucking saucer in my brain.  Even though I know it isn't my brain will not listen to me.

I blame the gigantor tarantulas they had in Texas and Nevada when I was a kid and Dad was stationed there.  I swear to this day one chased me.  Of course I was maybe 4, but it is a clear and terrifying memory for me.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Are we waiting for someone to vote or post?

[LMNO]

You're waiting for me to write this damn thing up.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

You're waiting for me to write this damn thing up.

My bad, I was looking and thought a couple of people had not posted nor abstained......


Get on the stick and quit writing good shit elsewhere my friend!!!

[LMNO]

ROUND FIVE IS OVER.


"So, Frankie.  Settling in to the new job?"  He boss was standing at the threshold of her cube, arms folded, a paternal look on his face.  She had only gotten the job a couple of weeks ago, but it seemed to her like she was made for this.

"Yeah.  Surprisingly well, to be honest."

"Great! The daily reports show that you've really exceeded any expectations we may have had."  He stepped past the cube's imaginary periphery, arms still folded.  "In fact, some of our reports show that you've been helping out your team members if they get stuck."

"Yes, sir.  I've always been taught that if you're in a team effort, it makes the most sense to offer help when you need it.  Even if you're name isn't on the final report, it the team rates become more efficient, that helps everyone.  And as you said during orientation, we are supposed to treat this company as family."

He laughed.  "You were even paying attention then, huh?  Well, I can't say I'm shocked to hear that.  Which is why," he said as he unfolded his arms and put his hands on his hips, "we're promoting you."

"Really?  So soon?  That's great!"

"We thought it was the best decision.  You'll start on tomorrow in the Omaha branch."

"Omaha... Nebraska?"

"You got it.  We need someone of your caliber up there to get things done the right way, the first time."

"But sir... I have family here, an apartment."

"You're young.  There's plenty of time to settle down when you're older.  Think of this as an adventure."

"What if I don't want to go?"

"Well... That's a bit tricky.  HR has already cancelled your current position.  Outsourced it to Manila.  So, if you don't want the Omaha job, well, I'd be very disappointed that you would choose to be out of a job rather than be promoted."

"Out of a job?"  Frankie's face fell.  "I can't—"

"Thatta girl.  The car will pick you up in the morning to bring you to the airport.  Tickets will be waiting for you.  Shall we say around five o'clock in the A.M.?  Fantastic."  He turned and walked out of her cube, while Frankie looked around the office, trying to figure out what just happened.

REQUIA HAS BEEN VOTED OFF.  SHE WAS NEITHER A SPIDER, NOR A DISCORDIAN.

I can't prevent you from posting after you're out, but PLEASE do not offer any advice or assistance; you lost, you're out.  If you MUST post, make it funny (for an example, see what Roger and Iptuous have been doing so far).

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"You Larry?"

Chuck suddenly found himself looking down the barrel of a fully loaded length of rebar.  "The fuck you doing sneaking up on people?"

"Whoa, whoa!  I'm a friend of Ned's.  You know Ned, right?"

"Better than you do, chump.  And I don't know you.  Start talking."

"I, uh.  I met him in the park.  Or he met me, or something.  Anyway, I was working on this project...  It.  Um.  Less said, the better.  Anyway, I haven't seen him in a couple of days, he talked about how him and you used to come up behind the old ramparts, so.  Yeah."

"More about this project.  I don't trust you."

"Well, I don't really trust you, man."  Larry raised the rebar.  "Ok!  Ok!  It's a thing we're doing in the park.  We've got these shortwave blockers set up to shut down cellphones and security cameras.  I had a prototype, and it sort of works, but Ned was supposed to be getting me more stuff, but now I haven't seen him for a few days, like I said."

Larry sighed, and lowered the rebar.  "Sounds about right.  Ned's... changed.  They've got him on some sort of medication, and it's really fucked with his head.  He just sits there, filing paperwork, working late into the night.  Doesn't go out anymore, doesn't stop by to talk, doesn't scheme... If you ask me, it's like something got him, and is draining all the life out.  You're Chuck, right?"

"Right.  How did you know?"

"He was talking about it right before the last time he went to work and didn't come out again.  Well, you're welcome to join us, if you want.  Strength in numbers, right?"

"Who's 'us'?"

"Son, you're about to be part of Roger's Rascals.  We'll try to go easy on your initiation."


ANOTHER DISCORDIAN HAS JOINED THE CABAL.  NO NEW DISCORDIANS WERE CONVERTED.


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Harold liked to walk around the block a few times during his lunch hour, if the weather wasn't too bad.  Stretch the legs, clear the head, get rid of the office drama for a bit, break up the routine of the day.  To day the elevator seemed to be going to every floor but his.  He tapped his foot impatiently.  Finally, the door opened to a crush of people standing shoulder to shoulder.  The frowned when the saw him, but shuffled a bit to make a little more room for him.

They might have been pushing the weight limit for the elevator, because as it reached the ground floor, the whole thing lurched, tossing everyone around like dice in a craps game.  Harold lost his balance completely and had a sickening moment where he was surely going to smash face first into the floor.  At that moment however, a strong hand shot out and grabbed his arm above the elbow, yanking him back to his feet.  He tried to turn to look at his rescuer, but the doors sprang open at that moment, and everyone spilled out into the lobby.

Wincing at his wrenched shoulder, Harold made his way outside.  Damn, that hurts. he rubbed his arm, and noticed his shirt was torn, and his arm had a shallow scratch across his bicep.  How the hell did I get scratched?  Fuck, that itches.  Better go get a new shirt.  Blinking in the sunlight, he made his way over to the first men's store he could find.  He walked in with a determined look on his face, set on finding a standard white dress shirt, nothing fancy.  Then he stopped short.

There, in front of him, was a shirt.  The cut was perfect.  The buttons, tiny silver accents in a field of navy.  High collar, French cuffs, the works.  He had to have that shirt.  He reached out, touched it.  It was like a spark jumped between the fabric and his skin.  Then, off to the left, he caught a glimpse of Madras.  He'd never been a fan, but these pants were really speaking to him right now.  They were saying, "Buy me.  You can put it on your card."  He couldn't resist, and began walking over to them when a flash of orange sprang into view.  That was a tie to be proud of.  You know what would go well with that?  A new pair of Italian leather shoes...

Three hours later, Harold found himself at the cash register with four large bags at his feet, and the cashier saying "... most kind, sir.  Thank you for shopping with us today."  She had the most striking eyes, almost solid black, as if they could see into your heart.  He'd have to come back tomorrow.  There might be a sale.

EoC HAS BEEN SUBSUMED BY THE SPIDER, AND IS A PRISONER OF MADISON AVENUE.  HE WAS NOT A DISCORDIAN.



Round 6 has begun.


Votes needed:

[(7/2)+1]= 4 votes to put someone on a bus.

[Freeky]

Woo hoo, a Discordian leveled up!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

doom
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[President Television]

O.o

[Eater of Clowns]

Hah, you guys have fun with your silly game of pretend.  Me, though, it's time for me to go out and make an impression on folks!  Oh, but look at that.  Can't well meet a man with a watch like this.  Bet I can pick up something nicer around the corner.

[President Television]

Hah, you guys have fun with your silly game of pretend.  Me, though, it's time for me to go out and make an impression on folks!  Oh, but look at that.  Can't well meet a man with a watch like this.  Bet I can pick up something nicer around the corner.

Ever cosplay?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Ohai I guess I'm in  the game now

I don't understand how it works. Halp.