It's time folks! The execution!
Frances is led out to the guillotine. she is brave, calm and has finished her ironing. the clothes are folded and stacked in neat piles..
the players:
mod - drummer, freediver - historian, soren - crowd warmer, pansi - protester #1, 4 uncredited - protesters #s 2 through to #5, elvira - seller of tomatoes and eggs, dr no, yadda, quantum, aquascoot, andrei, dsmithy70, & Big Dave - front row seat observers.friyay looks on from the bardo realms.
and, action...
the scene opens with mod walking from stage right. dum.. da dum.. da dum he drums in slow solemn time.. the crowd is hushed, and the birds have stopped singing. suddenly, the is an omen, an eclipse occurs suddenly and the assembly gasps and draws a collective breath.. the eclipse ends.. mod continues..
wtf.. mod loses it and loses his composure, breaking into a drum solo..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtUlgCJRXdI
Frances waits patiently.. popcorn and soft drinks are being sold at outrageous prices.
the drum solo ends and extras enter from stage left to test 'guilotine madame'..

it is quiet as Sanofi makes an unexpected appearance, steps onto the stage and begins to read from a document.
"The crime for which you will be found guilty at your trial in the coming days is that you did on  June 26th, 2012 at 1:54pm make the following post:
"Allowing evil to occur would be good if there were some good that was greater than the evil but which could only come into existence if the evil were to be addressed in some way.
If allowing evil to occur results in a greater good, then allowing the evil would not make God malevolent." to which magpie replied:
response was:
"k, so in the xtian fantasy, god created the devil. general consensus would be that the devil is evil.
what greater good could there be in creating the devil?"
To which you did not respond though you had ample opportunity.. Consequetly you were issued with a 'You got served' notice, the penalty for which is this.. (points to the guilotine).
"without anymore further ado", says soren doubling as the announcer, "let the execution begin!"
mod starts a drum roll as Frances is let to you-know-what, and lays her neck on the block. the executioner stands in his black hood, with  wide, studded black belt holding up his loose leather pants and reaches over to the release handle. mod continues drumming.. the tension builds.. and builds.. suddenly, a phone..
"RING.. RING.. RING.."  a gasp from someone, pansi?... no one is breathing..
magpie walks over, picks up the white ivory phone from the cradle. "hello?".. moments pass as someone is talking to him. "a ken what!? a pardon?.." he hangs up, respectfully..
the word 'pardon' zips through the assembly in a microsecond.. Frances stand up, and thanks the victorious alliance for their mercy, collects the ironing and departs..
magpie does not question the Leader's wisdom, but looks to the ongoing hunt for the other trolls on the list to which yadda has been added.
the curtain falls..

magpie wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2012 at 8:10am:



How will you know when victory has been achieved?

I see.....can you smell it now?

magpie wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2012 at 3:45pm:



And who might you be today, cretin? Percy Gorringe? Daphne Dolores Morehead?

Quote:


if you're paying, I can be anyone you want me to be..

Soren wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2012 at 8:09pm:


And you were pretending to know how to correct my grammar the other day . . ..

SOB

I missed the start of this thread... I am asontished at how lame SOB is but those websites... ugh.

makes his F111 comments seems so ordinary now compared to his star trekky idiocy.