This fanfic is rated: DLIU18OEO
      Which stands for: Don't Look If Under 15 Or Easily Offended. (hey, wait, there's a 18 in the DLIU18OEO, but there's a 15 in th-AAAAKCLCKDKGEKLKREGULARBARFKID-*)
      It would be: YFIYGIT
      Which stands for: Your Fault If You Get In Trouble
      And it would not be: OF
      Which stands for: Our Fault.
      Have a: NT
      Which means: Burst Of Inspiration And Purchase A Better Computer, Dammit.


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      An Strange Halloween Special
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      "Wow!  Look at this crap!  And just think, because it's a government auction, there's no bottom price!"
      "Yeesh, A-kun, I don't know why you want to drudge these-Hey, is that a Sony Playstation with the ADT Game CD? Coooll...." TharzZy said, walking over.
      A-kun walked over to a bunch of personal personnel files.  He crouched down.
      "WOW!  Who knew Donald Trump got a D- on Economics?  And that Alicia Silverstone is currently a middle-age school teacher living in Michigan?  Or that Elvis Presley faked his own death and is living in Iraq under the assumed name of Ayahtola Assahola?" A-kun asked nobody in particular.
      Suddenly, someone grabbed A-kun, cracked him across the head and dragged him off.
      "Hey, A-kun, I found this great deal on 8 tons of Gold Bullion.  I need your checkbook.  A-kun?  OH MY GOD!  HE ONLY LEFT HIS MAXED-OUT CREDIT CARDS!" TharzZzDunN cried, leaving people to wonder how he knew the cards were maxed-out.
      TharzZzDunN tilled the fields in a parking lot as he faded from this dimension, leaving behind thousands of wrecked cars.  The windshield on one had a threatening letter to William Shatner signed and kissed by King Henry the Foghorn Leghorn.
      TharzZzDunN continued to plow I-94, sideswiping an unnamed street fighter named Gryp-THARZY!
      TharzZzy thought of and about his wife, Caroline, and his three daughters as he cracked the whip on their heads.  Living in sin with that Charles Ingles fella!  Why he'd show them a thing or two, right after he got back from Clown College!

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      It's time for another Author Halloween!
      We're on a budget, so no title.
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      By A-kun, C-chan, ????? and TharzZzDunN
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      Dammit all, we're saving up for punctuation, stop using the effing equal sign.
      Right, one ply.
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      Sorry, A-kun, we've looked at the revised budget.  We'll have to stretch out the one ply.
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      Stop wasting spaces!
      - - - - - - @_@
      AAAGH!  Did you have to slam my face onto the scanner?  My cheeks came out all puffy.
      Negate thy speech-a-thing Yoi!
      Oh, great.  Now we're doing Impro?
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      "It was a dark and smutty FFML............" declared the screen.
      The figure that sat before the screen with the keyboard in his/her lap waited.  And waited.  And waited.  And waited.
      Finally, he/she hit a key on the keyboard.  The key was "."
      He/she hit it again and again and again, as someone hitting a key on a keyboard repeatedly would.  Soon, the whole page was filled with the little dots.
      "This means something.  But what?" the figure murmurred to him/herself.
      Finally, someone walked in and hit the lightswitch, revealing the figure to be a female.  The someone was a male.  In the more pathetic lemons that had been released onto the internet, this would be cause for either a masturbation scene or a rabid sex scene involving cattle, overcooked prawns and maybe some Campbell's soup.
      However, we're going to not only disappoint you by NOT doing that, but we're going to insult you by having the people in the room discuss such things, but never engage in the aforementioned activities.
      "Hey.  What the hell are you doing in the dark, typing away at masturbation scenes or pathetic lemons about cattle, overcooked prawns and Campbell's soup and rabid sex and I'm going to leave now because I'm getting hungry." TharzZzDunN said, leaving.
      Another male stepped into the room.  This one also would not be engaging the female in any sexual conduct, certainly nothing to do with whips, leathers and other naughty toys, so just shoo.
      "Why's TharzZzy mumbling about overcooked prawns and Campbell's soup?" A-kun asked
      "Don't know." ????? replied.
      "What'cha got?" A-kun asked, walking over to look at the monitor.
      "A screen full of '.'s." ????? responded.
      "AGAIN!?  Haven't you figured out what that means YET?" A-kun asked.
      "You have?" ????? noted with wily interest.
      "Hell no, but I never got the impression that it ever meant anything in the first place." A-kun responded.
      "Imagine a world..." the narrator began.[NAKED]
      "Who's that talking?" ????? inquired.(_NAKED_)
      "No clue.  Probably some computer nerd." A-kun responded.{_*NAKED*_}
      "THAT'S IT!" the narrator said, stepping onto the set and strangling A-kun.<@_*NAKED*_@>
      A-kun kneed the narrator in the groin.  A-kun then grabbed the narrator by the hair, hauled the narrator up, set the narrator's throat onto his shoulder and performed the Stone Cold Stunner, killing the narrator instantly.?<@_*NAKED*_@>?

      A dark shape sneered possessively at the two from the shadows, slobbering down its' shirt, spitting all over the panes of glass before its face, shudders of ecstasy rippled through it's lanky form, fingers crabbed into a grasping claw as it reached for it's rightful prey.  Cautiously it stroked their smoothly rounded surfaces, fingernails leaving a flushed trail, it waited only a heartbeat longer before snatching them up and fleeing from the scene.
      "Hey that guy got the last of the cherry tomatoes!"
      TharzZzy squealed as he placed his prizes in their proper places in his trophy case\water cannon he'd had commisioned for the hood of his car.

      Meanwhile, back at the Batcave, A-kun and ????? were downloading a buncha filthy .jpgs and .gifs, putting an automated sequence on the Batcomputer to display all filthy animated .gifs involving Batman, Robin, the Penguin and/or Ataru Moroboshi whenever it was booted up or rebooted.  They turned off the Batcomputer and snuck away in the Batman outfits they had swiped from Batman's closet (oddly, he had one specially molded to ?????'s figure... odd), giggling.
      "Hey, what'd you get?" ????? asked.
      "Just the Death-Pain-Shock stick and pink eyeliner.  Oh, and a lot of these round vibrating cylinders." A-kun said, pulling a smooth black cylinder out and turned it on.
      "Uuuhhhh, A-kun..." ????? began.
      "No, no.  I think I can come up with a practical joke with these things.... Hmmm, I'm overdue to get Uncle Alfred..." A-kun said.
      "Uuuhhhh... A-kun..." ????? said.
      "So, what'd you get?" A-kun asked, changing the subject.
      "Nothing but these round metal thingies in a pouch that reads 'Stolen From Catwoman'.  And this thing, whatever it is." ????? said, pulling out some metal balls that were one inch in diameter and labeled 'Stress Relievers For Women'.  The unidentifiable item seemed to have a long piece of pink molded rubber at the end of what would otherwise be a chainsaw.
      "Hmmm, start that chainsaw thingy up." A-kun said.
      ????? pulled the cord, starting the machine, which only seemed to vibrate the pink molder rubber thingy.
      "I don't get it.  Hey, that would be a perfect gift to give to mom this Christmas.  I'll trade you the pink eyeliner for it." A-kun said.
      "Uuuhhhh... A-kun..." ????? began.
      "C'mon, c'mon, is it a deal or not?" A-kun demanded.

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      "STOP!!" A-kun declared, snatching the keyboard from a snickering ?????.
      "What's up?" C-chan asked, who had been attempting to hold her composure for quite some time now.
      "First of all, this isn't a comedy.  It's supposed to be a Halloween fanfic, not an April Fools fanfic." A-kun growled.
      "That's a great idea!  Let's start one of those instead!" ????? said.
      "NO!  We're getting this Halloween fanfic out.  We've been delaying the fans on the Anime Death Tournament, so we need to compensate.  This fanfic has to be able to make up for all the silliness that we've put into the ADT without putting in a lot of blood and gore." A-kun said.
      "So what?  If people wanna see blood and gore, they can watch Celebrity Death Match on MTV." ????? answered.
      "Anyway, since none of you fools will be serious about this, I'll fix it." A-kun said.
      "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" TharzZzDunN screamed as a Venus Flytrap bit him in half.
      "Nice try, but that won't change anything, TharzZzy." A-kun said.
      The Venus Flytrap swallowed the rest of TharzZzy and belched.  A-kun, ????? and C-chan looked at it with wide eyes.  Nothing had ever EATEN TharzZzDunN before.  Maimed, pounded, thrashed, baked at 425 degrees F, pummeled, dashed, splorged or maybe even munched on, but never actually EATEN.
      "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" A-kun screamed as the Venus Flytrap attacked...
      ---
      "Don't you love that Gary Shandling time trick?  Anyway, I'll begin the official fanfic." A-kun said.
      "Yeah, he didn't even bother showing how we managed to kill that thing or how we managed to rescue and heal TharzZzy." C-chan said.
      --

      A-kun blinked.
      "Say that again." A-kun demanded.
      "That again." ????? responded.
      "Look, repeat what you said before." A-kun growled.
      "What you said before." ????? answered.
      A-kun glared at ?????, who finally dropped the gag.
      "Okay, we're all going to this mansion for some five-day psychological study on insomnia.  We all get free food and lodging and you can consider this a short vacation from the FFML." ????? responded.
      "I didn't know you suffered from insomnia." A-kun said, as he began packing, knowing that he would rather go on his own than get suckered into going and whining about it the entire way.
      "Normally I wouldn't, but SHE'S going to be visiting her parents in Oregon for another week or so." ????? answered.
      "Ah.  Well, I guess I'll come along.  Anyone else coming?" A-kun inquired.
      "Well, I'm not sure.  Huh? wanted nothing to do with it and flew out to some station that's researching sharks.  A-chan's entering a beauty contest in Mount Rose.  Something about her being so drop dead gorgeous that she should win instantly.  I don't know what she thought she could do, she's not even enrolled.  Anyway, TharzZzy and C-chan seem skeptical, but I think C-chan might come along for lack of anything better to do." ????? answered.
      "Actually, I heard TharzZzy's going to go up to Maine to hunt some mutant alligator or something like that." A-kun responded.
      "Ah.  Hey, isn't that supposed to be a lake so calm that it's almost placid?" ????? said.
      "Yeah, they were going to name it Lake Placid, but the name was already taken.  Why they didn't just call it Placid Lake, I'm not sure." A-kun commented.
      Having thoroughly done a series of mentionings towards certain movies, ????? and A-kun left A-kun's house and headed for A-kun's run-down, rusty '88 Pontiac Grand Am.  They got in, A-kun in the driver seat and ????? in the backseat for some reason.  Then A-kun got out of the driver seat and placed his luggage in the backseat with ?????.
      A-kun started his car and drove to C-chan's house, easily navigating past the need for a conversation during the trip by turning on the radio.  C-chan tossed her luggage into the trunk of A-kun's car after using a coat-hanger to open and then lock A-kun's trunk.  She got in and they all began driving to New Hampshire.
      After a while, they found themselves in Burkittsville, MA.  After C-chan got some directions, they passed three college students on their way to film a documentary about some bitch who laired in the woods and continued to the mansion.
      Oddly, they all arrived before anyone else.  But, as they approached the mansion, the fence, which was heavily chained into place, prevented them from getting any closer.  A-kun bravely exited the car and bellowed, "HEY, CRAPHEADS!  OPEN THE DAMN GATE!"
      A grizzled old man appeared suddenly, startling the crap out of A-kun by shooting at him.
      "Whaddya want?" the old man gruffed.
      A-kun spun around, bent over and grabbed his asscheeks.  (Like most skunks in the wild, A-kun often points his butt in a threatening manner towards visible predators and potential threats.  He then tries to serenade and woo them with his beautiful and unique form of "stench music".)
      "Ah, @$@#.  He's going to do his Ace Ventura." ????? grumbled.
      "Dear sir, we would like to come in.  We're part of a psychological study on insomnia.  By the way, would you happen to have a breath mint?" A-kun began, parting his buttcheeks in time with his voice.
      The old man wasn't going to put with A-kun's little act and kicked A-kun in the ass through the fence.
      "Get in yer damn car.  I'll open the damn fence." The old man, before adding under his breath, "Ya'll get yers, boy.  When ya get yers when ya all get chopped inta hagis."
      A-kun got into the A-kunmobile and flashed a grin at both disgusted women.
      "I used my charm to convince him to open the gate." A-kun said.
      "And when that failed, you used your ass." ????? sneered.
      A-kun scowled as the old man got the chain off the fence.  A-kun's patience was wearing a thin, itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini that was seventeen sizes too small for the first time that day.  He wasn't in the mood for their hijinks all of a sudden as hours of bad and clogged traffic, horrible songs, the fact that 90210 STILL hadn't been canceled, and that last bad chocolate shake took their toll on his tolerance with interest and managed to sic the IRS on his tolerance as it hadn't paid it's taxes in the last eight years.
      A-kun gunned the engine, screeching forward, smashing the gate open and nearly running over the old man as the car barrelled forward in a roar of overcharged glee.  The car seemed to seethe with power as it smashed through the tinkling angel fountain that was always in front of any REAL mansion. C-chan and ????? screamed and threw things at A-kun in an attempt to bring back any sign of sanity, but A-kun wouldn't have it.  He had been waiting his whole life to do this and he didn't care about the consequences for once.  The car reflected on this and shot forward, charging at the front door.  A-kun laughed wildly as he watched the car near the front door.  He spun the wheel wildly as the car hit a slick spot of mud.  The car seemed just as terrified as A-kun as the car performed an astonishing 20880 degree spin and a 4500 degree roll-over and smashed through the front doors.  The car slid to a stop on the marble floor inside (yeah right).  A-kun turned the car off and breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't been killed... yet.
      "Cool!  Even better than the other Ace Ventura trick I was going to pull." A-kun said as he opened the door and fell out of his car.  He stood up and admired the destruction.
      He casually pulled his luggage out of the car and looked around.  There was a massive staircase that split in twain to go shooting into two different directions.
      "I CALL MASTER BEDROOM!" A-kun said, charging up the stairs and running left as ????? and C-chan dazedly pulled themselves from A-kun's now right side up vehicle.  They grabbed their luggage and glared after A-kun as A-kun's vehicle was parked out in front of the mansion, given a tune-up and the front doors were repaired.
      "Jerk." C-chan growled, walking up the stairs after him.
      "Wow, look at the art." ????? commented.
      "Yeah, especially this ugly bastard." C-chan said, pointing to a picture of an even more grizzled old man than the one that had met them at the gate.
      "Yeah, no kidding.  Someone oughta pee on it just make it look better." ????? commented.
      As C-chan and ????? walked up the stairs and to the right, they failed to notice the painting glare harshly at them in particular.  When they turned to look at the painting again, they saw nothing new.
      "Ugh.  If anyone had any sense of dignity, they'd either torch that thing or toss it into an industrial shredder." C-chan sneered.
      "Hideous.  Yeesh.  If I ever have a kid that looks even mildly like him, I'd slap it day and night just to make it look better." ????? added.
      Both ignored the face of man in the painting turning bright red or the veins popping out of the man's forehead.
      "Hey, who's the old ugly freak?" A-kun asked, walking back in to look at the painting.
      "No clue.  He's pretty damn ugly, though." ????? said.
      "No kidding.  Hell, if he were alive and within eighteen miles of me, I'd be getting dates left and right." A-kun agreed.
      The trio began laughing at the painted creature's expense before leaving to grab their rooms.

      Later that day, they were introduced to Troy McCluer, Veronica Tatase and Archie Bunker, the other half of the study group.  Well, Troy and Veronica were actually the proffessor and the assistant respectively, but they counted as they were going to be living there as well and would have to be up at the same times that the other four would be.
      "There's an evil presence in this house.  I can feel it..." Veronica commented as A-kun used a mirror to try and look up her dress.  She smacked him and took her vanity mirror back from him.
      "...'only wanted to check my hair'... PUH-LEASE!" Veronica growled.
      Now that he had insulted all of the females, A-kun was now comfortably apathetic to everyone.  He could relax.  Then, the maid walked in.  A-kun realized he hadn't seen or insulted her.
      "Wassup ho?" A-kun asked.
      The maid shot him a look that would've killed more empathic men.  Since A-kun was apathetic, he merely returned her 'friendly look' with a 'friendly gesture'.
      "Comfortable yet?" ????? asked, having realized why he was acting so strangely.
      "Quite." A-kun responded.
      "Ah, the 'piss every female off at least once' state of mind." C-chan said, realizing that was how A-kun operated.
      "If I don't piss someone off, then we have nothing to fight about and thus we have less reason to talk.  I feel making people angry is the best way to strike up a conversation." A-kun replied.
      "Even if what they spew at you is mostly curses and oaths to desecrate your grave." ????? inquired.
      "Hey, at least they're talking, ne?" A-kun inquired.
      A-kun laid down on the couch and folded his hands onto his stomach.
      "As I was about to say, dinner is set downstairs.  You may eat when you like.  Before dark, my husband and I will be leaving you six alone.  In the dark.  At night." The maid said.
      "You'll have to pee.  In the dark.  Alone.  In the dark.  If you smack your head, you'll have to bandage yourself.  Alone.  In the dark.  At night.  If you injure a swineherd.  Alone.  In the dark.  Dark.  If you engage in rabid sex with a weasel.  Alone.  In the dark.  At night.  If you want pig testicles.  Alone.  In the dark.  At night.  You'll have to puke up spoiled shrimp.  Alone.  In the dark.  At night." A-kun taunted from his resting place, having heard the speech before.
      "Can't you be serious?" ????? asked.
      "What, is the big bad _DEAD_ owner of the house going to eat my head with a lion-shaped flue or something?  Or animate dead corpses to get lucky at bingo?  Or release the cats that fart flames at you?  Or release the dogs with the bees in their mouths so when they bark, they shoot bees at you?  Let the old bastard try." A-kun taunted mercilessly, feeling insanely cocky.
      A bookshelf fell on him.
      "That was a lucky shot." A-kun's muffled yell declared.

      -----
      "Enough of that story.  You're just copying The Haunting." ????? growled.
      "All right, hotshot, you play Author." A-kun said, thrusting the keyboard at ?????.
      "Fine, I will!" ????? said, sticking her tongue out at A-kun.
      ---

      ????? and A-kun flew to the site.  The site where Raditz, the Saiyan warrior was.
      "Hope you kept up in your training, oh amazonian one." A-kun growled.
      "Hmph.  Just watch and wait." ????? responded.
      ????? charged at Raditz, followed quickly by A-kun.  ????? punched at Raditz, a blow that Raditz easily ducked.  However, A-kun's knee sent the Saiyan sprawling backwards, hurt, but not
by much.  The Saiyan quickly recovered and clotheslined both heroes, sending them stumbling backwards.
      "Hope you got some super technique like Picollo did, 'cause he don't exist and we ain't gonna get any effing help." ????? said.
      "Oh, I got a technique.  Just hold him off for a few second while I build up the power." A-kun told her.
      "Hmph.  Wimp." ????? commented.

      --
      "Oh, and this is scary?  PFFFT!" A-kun told ?????.
      "Yeah, they might have to actually read that fanfic one day." ????? responded
      C-chan snatched the keyboard away.
      ---

      She couldn't be!  She had spent hundreds of dollars and far too much effort... SHE COULDN'T BE OUT OF BULLETS!

      -----
      "Uh, no.  TharzZzy?" A-kun asked, turning to the erstwhile member of the writing brigade.
      "He went to the bathroom." ????? responded.
      "Well, all of our ideas pretty much suck.  Any other ideas?" A-kun asked.
      "I know!  A werewolf horror story!  We've pretty much done vampires..." C-chan began.
      "Ugh.  Never mention that again.  The One Who Shall Remain Nameless still hasn't forgiven me for that." A-kun responded.
      "Screw him.  He didn't accept your apology and we were all hoping he'd take a joke.  He can't.  Let it go.  Besides, he's gotten too damn moody for his own goody." TharzZzDunN said, exiting the bathroom.
      "Anyway, what werewolf movies have we seen recently?" C-chan asked.
      "Uh, none.  Vampires was my bit." A-kun responded.
      "And thanks to The One Who Shall Remain Nameless, you've been unable to write anything related to them." ????? added.
      "Oh, let's see.... uh, how about some really tough ones?" A-kun said.
      "Hmmm, the toughest werewolf would be one that's virtually immortal, can fight really well and could take anyone else in this group...." C-chan commented.
      Everyone looked at A-kun.
      "Not me again!" A-kun whined.
      ----------

      A-kun hissed as the pain from the wolf bite began to intensify.  Blood began leaking from the wound as he growled in agony.  He refused to submit to this pain, even slightly.  However, even the strongest of will cannot contest against a virus such as that of Lycanthropism.  He staggered and fell into a convenient river, saving hundreds in special effects (you're mad, we saved millions by teasing the idiots then having you fall in the Hudson River!).  When he arose from the river, his blood-red fur began glowing eerily in the moonlight as he threw back his head and howled.
      Then, he began scratching his left ear.  After he finished licking his crotch, he looked around and saw a fire hydrant.  Overjoyed, his primal instincts navigated him through the side of a parked city bus to said fire hydrant and he proceeded to raise his left leg.  Having finished that business, he licked his crotch again and began sniffing around.  It didn't take long for him to find something disgusting and roll in it.  Then he ran to the park to sniff some dog butts.
      Once completed all the acts that were normal for a DOG, he killed a deer and ate it's entrails.  Finally, he began his reign of terror...

      Later...
      "GAWD-DAMN MUTT!" the butcher cried as A-kun-werewolf drove off in the meat delivery truck.
      "Biggest damn dog I've ever f**king seen!" the butcher's assistant commented.

      Later Still....
      "GET BACK HERE!" the angry milkman screamed as A-kun-werewolf drove away in the milk truck.  For the next eighty days, cats vanished left and right from neighborhoods and massive turds were found on their owners' front doorsteps.

      Later Even Still.....
      "AAAAAAGGGGH!!  STOP THAT!" the toilet salesman said, trying to shove A-kun-werewolf so that he pulled his head out of the toilet that he was drinking from.
      The National Toilet Con '99 was hit hard by the attack of A-kun-werewolf.  Especially after he swiped all the cars.  Of course, A-kun-werewolf nearly killed himself trying to drink from the space shuttle NASA toilet as he kept hitting the "Increase Suction" button while trying to pull his head out.

      Even Later Than Even Later......
      "OOOhhh... I love big, hairy men...." the girls cooed.
      "Shi'!  My best girls are fawnin' over that big guy in the cornah.  What da hell he got dat I don't?" the pimp asked.
      "Well, your car, for one." the pimp's friend commented.
      "HEY, YOU SONOVAB**CH!  GET BACK HERE WITH MY 'MR. FUZZY' 1950'S MUSCLE CAR!!!" the pimp shrieked as he ran out into the street where A-kun-werewolf was driving off with his girls and his car.
      The pimp looked down and sighed in relief.  At least he still had his lucky fuzzy dice.

      Later Than Later Still...
      "And the winner of the Indy 500 Grand Prix is... the big hairy werewolf!" the announcer said.
      The announcer turned to see A-kun-werewolf driving off with the announcer's limo with the Indy 500 trophy.

      -------

      "HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYBODY!" A-kun, ?????, C-chan and TharzZzDuuN said, waving at you.
      "Loo-loo-loooo-looloo-loo-loo-loo-loolooloo-looloo-loo-looooo...." everyone sang.
      A-kun-werewolf was dancing on a piano as Huh? played.  Suddenly, Huh? began playing the Imperial March.  Everyone put on Darth Vader outfits and made the Darth Vader breathing noise.

      =======================

      "Happy Halloween and hope you don't get torn in half like I was in that horrible, horrible Slinky accident. - Love, TharzZzy" - Note TharzZzDunN left on the storm drain before that hail storm _way_ back in '98.
      "Humanity has survived 1999 years past Year 1 without totally annihilating itself from the face of the planet.  That's reason enough to celebrate in the Year 2000.  Of course, you're still an idiot if you think that the millenium starts in the Year 2000.  It starts in 2001, people, there was no Year 0.  And a whole unit goes from 1 to its final number." - Huh?
      "Remember, it could be worse.  We could wind up living lives in world like Bubble Gum Crisis, Shadowrun, Dark Stalkers or Urutsukidoji." - A-kun
      "EVERYBODY CHAO YUN FAT TONIGHT!  WHOOOOOO!" - C-chan
      "Okay, I'll imagine that I'm stuck in Megami Paradise.  What's so bad about that, you ask?  No Snickers or Butterfingers or TV or internet.... 'course, there's always the benefites of being in Megami Paradise... *MEGADROOL*..." - ?????

      Happy Halloween!

      "Who are you to judge those who are greater than anything you will ever be?"
      "I am me.  I am the master of my own destiny.  These are the only things that are important."
      "You are but a speck on the small dot of a particle compared to me!  Why do you insist on fighting me?"
      "Because a virus is small, one would not think it very strong at all, but viruses have wiped out hundreds of thousands of millions of animals, plants, people and even minerals.  That just goes to show that the bigger you are, the harder you fall."


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