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Hill watched as Fiona tried to deny everything the next day on a shiney new laptop. The poor girl, spending a night with Ik must have scarred her deeply.

Running down the street, Hill knew that the orderlies were close in pursuit. Fortunately, Hill has been voluntary, and had decided that he was ok again. Perhaps next time he will tell them that he is ready to leave.

As a blow dart whistled pst his ear, he saw a chance to escape. He had run totally around the block. After maiing sure that the orderlies were still around the corner, he jumped over the hedge and into Fionas bedroom, to find mounds of leather equipement lying around.

This greatly surprised Hill, as he has always thought of Fiona as more of a tease. Was this hers? Or did the visit from Ik go longer than previosuly thought? And what was this, a cattleprod?

He heard voices, and fiona's voice echoing down the hallway, as she approached her room. Looking around, and out the window, seeing the orderlies still wandering around, Hill ran and juped into the clothes filled closet just as she entered the room... hoping that Ik was not in another "hostage situation".

These cases were always so hard to deal with. You had to feel sorry for a person who was this disoriented in time and space. DW had called to explain that Hill was in the worst phase of his delusion and was hiding in her closet. Poor lamb was trying on her clothes and gibbering about IK. Fortunately the orderlies were close at hand and she had handed Hill over to them. Her leatherwear made a good straitjacket and all was well. Fiona was much relieved

Hill wakes up from his drug induced stupor of srange past events to find himself being hauled by two men to a van. Looking down, he sees an extremely large amount of metal on him.

Remembering parts of what has happened, Hill wanders what he was doing in DWs house, especially since shes married... however, he fails to think of anything normal including both DW and Leather.

Meanwhile, thousands of kilometres above the surface of the Earth, in a secret orbital station, a lone figure stands, wringing his hands together, a satisfied smirk reaching across his lips. The cold, heartless glow of a computer monitor casts an eerie chill across his features. He is adorned in nothing but sandals and a toga. On the desk in front of him, an uncapped bottle sits, with scattered purple capsules lying around it.

From his vantage point, Aegis plans his inevitable return to his rightful throne of Spam, at which time he shall cast out the non-believers, Heathens and the COMM. He knows that the Age of Aegis is upon SYM, and none shall stand before him; for they shall kneel!

Hill had been free for a while now, and had since moved to the far arctic north (Canada) to see what was truly majestic about it. He found the emptiness of the area disturbing. As if some great scourge had already come across the land years before...

As he walked, he thought he saw a bump in the distance... he continued to walk, thinking that soon he would find something new, but the bump never grew in size... until he noticed that it was a far away igloo.

Looking around to discern any possible presence, he lifted his mokasins and began moving towards the area. Cold whistled and bit at his face before he finally reached what looked like a small dome.

Looking from the outside, it seemed to be a typical igloo. Strange, as it had carvings and pictogrpahs of gods doing battle on the side, and a picture of a crossed out Waverly.

Entering the igloo was very easy... Hill barely had to crouch to enter. After he stood up inside, he found it remarkably bright, due to both an ice top and a glowing computer screen.

Around him stood posters of a hideous creature in a golden speedo, as well as several pictures of ancient and lengendary SYMers. Happy in the fact that he was not up there, Hill instead looked towards a giant paper mache throne, with a twisted hat reading "KING" across it in yellow crayon... poorly, he might add. Next to the throne were mounds of purple pills... weasel must have been around lately. Or perhaps the unknown owner had been dragged off by him?

Inside a cabinet he found varying colours of pills, including several flintstones vitamens with altered pictures of the mother of the Flintstones. Shuddering, he saw a note in the lid, reading "Afternoon snacks, tasty on tounge". Quickly dropping the pills, he moved on...

Looking on the ground of the igloo, among beer cans and lewd magazines and a laundry hamper full of diapers, and a closet full of handfitted togas (presumably for himself, but that has yet to be proven, considering one had Brynn in gold writing on the back), he found a hole, in which sturgeon and tuna swam free... with a sign saying "Kiss the Cod" next to it. Seeing a bracelt on the ground, he picks it up, and reads the name "Yshania".

Dropping it immediately, Hill backed away. Long ago Ysh found the ancient and Holy temple of Aegis... which must be where he currently stands. It is where the famed battle between them took place... and he can opnly hope he is walking on snow.

Moving over to the computer, Hill wisely put some spare pelts on the throne, and sat down. Immediately opening the computer to the currently displayed program. After puting me through the typical password ecryptions, ect (1, 2, 3, 4, 5...) I read plans for world domination, obviously already tried. Finally finding a webcam link in one of the icons. Clicking on it, a face appeared, apparently to drawn in by purple pills and giggling to notice that he was being watched. He downed another pill, and went back to posting on SYM... what horrendous plans could he be hatching.

Closing the webcam, he hearsd "Come to bed honey..." in a masculine voice on the other side... before it closes, he sees Aegis hesitate when he sees Weasel... who immediately shoves another pill down his throat. "Your medication is running out, let me deal with the minstartions..."

thankfully the webcam closed. Hill shuddered and left the place, running past a large doghouse with "Buzzy" written on top, and a lost poster for Buzzy, to the dorr, after passing several fishtanks full fo sturgeon... he highjacked the dogsled and went on home... would anyone believe what he had just seen?






Ah.. inspiration at 10 at night... gotta love it... CM is not going to be happy that we are spoiling his thread...

As ik woke up in the middle of the night, he wondered why there was oil on his hands. It was transparent, relaxing body-oil. He was certainly puzzled, but memories slowly started to arrive. It was that dreaded word again: "Fiona". ik could hear himself scream: STOP! He opened his eyes again. Where exactly was he? A telescope? What's a telescope doing here in the bushes?

He decided to take a peek. It was aimed at a computerscreen. Strange, at least. He saw a reply by a guy named Hill. It was too long. He decided to postpone reading it. However, he thought, should a telescope not point upwards?

He adjusted the barrel and looked at the stars, when suddenly he saw something that looked like a falling star, but then with a piece of cloth wrapped around it. I'm seeing things, he thought, but when he looked again, it was still there. He pinched himself. It hurt. Then he pinched the body lying next to him. He felt oiled up flesh between his fingers. What is this? Who is that? Why is everything so unclear?

[QUOTE=ik911]I want to treat everybody as equals! [/quote]
I'm offneded by this I deserve special attention

[quote="Ikky]Ramadhan"]
Hm, last time it was in February, wasn't it...

[QUOTE=ik911] What is this? Who is that? Why is everything so unclear?[/QUOTE]

Why is Ik dreaming again? And will he ever wake up?! stay tuned to find out

How do i become a moderator?

OK i want to know something ,how do you become a moderator??
IF anyone can tell me pls send me a mesage to yahoo mesenger my id is
florin_0001 or post here .


THX preanticipated.

[QUOTE=florin_0001]OK i want to know something ,how do you become a moderator??
IF anyone can tell me pls send me a mesage to yahoo mesenger my id is
florin_0001 or post here .


THX preanticipated.[/QUOTE]


Perhaps posting this in another thread instead of posting it in a thread which is totally unrelevant to the question would actually help.
I'm deleting followup posts in reference to this post, as they have no relevance in this thread.


And furthermore this has been mentioned in numerous posts in multiple parts of the forum, so it is a good exersice in using the search function.
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He had to get away from this. RUN, he thought, repeatedly, before he actually got up on his feet. His heavy head hurt like hell! He noticed the alliteration. How could a sentence so playful be so painful in reality? This time it was both aliteration and rhyme. Playful and Painful. Those two words immediately made him think of Brynn, or was it because she was standing in front of him? He blinked his eyes.

His pupils were shooting everywhere. It was difficult to keep them focussed on the appearance that blocked his path, but it was undoubtedly the figure of Brynn. Those perfectly shaped legs that seemed to curve upwards to her waist, where the two outer lines burst out again to form her torso and arms with the bow and arrow merged as part of her body. He did not dare look at her eyes. All he could think of were the two fingers that held the arrow back, like an angry tiger bound to a tree by his tail. His life was now nothing more than a millimeter between her fingertips.

Why did he decide to run in the first place? It seemed like the only logical thing to think. Did that mean it was only logical to die today?

No way! It was too soon for him... He looked around for an exit or an escape route. He quickly made a map inside his head: Bushes behind me, a falling star above, a window down the road and a pack of wild dogs in the distance. Wait a second. Wild dogs don't run in pairs...

"Look! It's hill!" He exclaimed to Brynn, in a desperate attempt to say something. But hill seemed to always be around, lately, so Brynn wasn't surprised. Nor was ik. Nothing seemed strange anymore, today.

[QUOTE=Demortis]Why is Ik dreaming again? And will he ever wake up?! stay tuned to find out [/QUOTE]

You wont have to stay long, as everyone knows that Ik is consistently dreaming.

[QUOTE=Hill-Shatar]You wont have to stay long, as everyone knows that Ik is consistently dreaming. [/QUOTE]
Some say that you're actually closer to reality while dreaming... Some say dreams predict future events. Some say dreams explain reality... Think about it for a while.

[QUOTE=ik911]Some say that you're actually closer to reality while dreaming... Some say dreams predict future events. Some say dreams explain reality... Think about it for a while. [/QUOTE]

If all three involve brynn's legs and you, then I would rather not ponder it overly much.

Between you, me and Fiona, I do believe we have effectively derailed this thread.

[QUOTE=Hill-Shatar]Between you, me and Fiona, I do believe we have effectively derailed this thread. [/QUOTE]
1. If we keep it quiet, no-one will notice.
2. I don't think CM would mind. I actually think he would incourage us to derail his threads, as long as we dont start about food.
3. Ramadhan. (not... CM will be so pissed when he clicks that)

[QUOTE=Hill-Shatar]

Between you, me and Fiona, I do believe we have effectively derailed this thread. [/QUOTE]

I was only trying to entertain CM *pouts*

@IK. Not just CM

1. Oops, too late.
2. CM is probably reading those other posts with what the heck...? *Gasp* You mentioned food. (And I mentioned COMM and got away with it)
3. You evil, evil, evil, evil, evil little man.

@ Fiona: LOL.