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[MrGimp]

Mr Gimp.

There is an important matter that requires your immediate attention.

When will Grigrak next be incarnated?

I have a plan.

As soon as I can upload pics again Ill post the update.  I have everything set up for some fun....stupid photobucket wont let me upload though...

[MrGimp]

Okay I figured out the problem.  The virus is still on my computer....its a Trojan proxy-relay virus...whatever that is.  Only firefox is secure enough to block this crap, thats why its the only browser on my comp that works.  But I still cant upload or do other certain things online (because firefox is trying to protect itself).

Ugh.....

It doesnt seem like theres an easy fix.  But I found some stuff online to help me out....so theres hope.

[Khamero]

Lots of viruses going on, first Toady, and now Gimps computer... =/

[addictgamer]

That stinks...

Hope you get it fixed.

Goodluck.


*waits frantically for the updates to come*

[Ze Spy]

FIX IT NAOW!
or soon?

[Ze Spy]

i think you can just use a anti-virus?

[MrGimp]

I used several antivirus, spyware, adware, malware, and registry cleaning programs.  I have found several dozen trojans, and dozens more spyware crap.  There were also many folders and files I knew were viruses and deleted directly.

Still cant upload directly.  But I got around photobucket's uploader.  Apparently, I can still upload by emailing them straight to photobucket!

[MrGimp]

Spring 240



Wow.  Forty years.  20-30 years may be enough for any sane fortress of dwarves.  But dammit this is Blockedlance, and we threw sanity out the window a long time ago!

Speaking of which...Winston Smith has gone insane....uhhh, more insane, that is.



Winston was seized by a demonic force from below the fortress!  He tore off his (remaining) clothes and ran down the hallways screaming, "Noooooo!!!!!  Fools!  All of you!  Listen to me!!!!"

Dwarves gathered.

"Soylent Green is made out of people!!!!"  There was an awkward silence.  "Oh wait....wrong movie.....uhhh....Big Brother!!!  No!  He's always watching me!!!  ARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" 

The other dwarves just scratched their heads at his odd behavior.  'Was it something in the double plus meat?', they wondered.  Perhaps he was overjoyed about the raise in the sugar rations to one half cube per dwarf per month?

"I must craft with stone!" cried Winston, seizing a mason's workshop.

Upon hearing this request, they were reassured in Winston's continued rationality.  Afterall, who doesn't go crazy once in a while?  And who doesn't calm down by crafting with stone?

[MrGimp]

Armok appeared before Tradan as he floated through the void with his precious microcline boulder.  In fact, he had substantiated many microcline boulders.  Back in his life at Blockedlance, he had collected microcline amulets and rings and mugs until they overflowed his entire room and spilled out into the hall.  Now, he had filled the nearby empty void with a floating asteroid field of blue stone.

"No!" shrieked Tradan, hiding himself from Armok with the stone.  "Not again!"  His entire body was covered in gruesome scars from the whippings of so long ago.

"You!" grimaced Armok as he pointed at the lowly dwarf.  "Your mind is in such a gelatinous state that you have become able to bend reality itself!  And all you could think to do with it is create a bunch of rough microcline boulders???"

"What do you mean that was all I could think to do?" asked Tradan, offended that Armok would besmirch the fabulous blue stone.

"If you love microcline, then you'll love this, you foul dwarf!"  Armok raised his hands and the nearby boulders came flying at Tradan, knocking him around, and then......the boulders actually began fusing into his skin.  Tradan shrieked in pain.  It reminded him of that one movie The Philadelphia Experiment, where the sailors sank into the deck and fused with it, but were still alive and in horrible agony.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" he cried.

"Well...I had no choice.  It was the name of the damn chapter...and we had to get to it eventually!  Behold!!!  It's alive!!!" cried Armok in Dr. Frankenstein-like glee.

And with that, Tradan was overcome with the beastly spirit of a monster made of microcline...

[addictgamer]

Too bad Tradan, you should have bended it to be non fusable xD


Great updates.

Goodluck with fixing your pc's state.

[Tradanbattlan]

AWESOME. MY DREAM HAS FINALLY BEEN REALISED.

Also, sorry Christes but now you technically had sex with a monster made of stone.

[Cheddarius]

Hey! This is pretty awesome. Could I get a male marksdwarf named Cheddarius (I know you probably don't have room, but just any time in the future when you have peasants you don't need that you can draft or whatnot)?

[Huesoo]

AWESOME. MY DREAM HAS FINALLY BEEN REALISED.

Also, sorry Christes but now you technically had sex with a monster made of stone.

No need for Viagra.

[MrGimp]

Winston Smith emerged from his workshop in what might be called a mood of triumphant joy.  Winston diidn't really feel joy...but this was the closest he had ever gotten.  He had finished his tribute to the workers.  He dragged it behind him out into the halls.  He gathered the dwarves around to look at it.

"Behold, this is my statue, 'The Courageous Pain'!" shouted Winston, pulling the rope reed cloth off the statue.



There was silence.

"Uhhh....it seems kinda plain, Winston," said a dwarf at last.

"Yeah...what's with the image of the circles?" asked another.

"What?  This is a monument to the working dwarf!  It doesn't need any fancy decoration or any fancy meaning!" Winston explained, defending his work.

"Oh." said the crowd as one.  They paused for a moment or two, and then one by one they walked away, leaving Winston with his crude talc statue.

[Khamero]

The courageous pain, is that the pain of the maker when he realizes that nobody cares about his statue? =O

At least it menaces with spikes, that should count for something...
But yea, it kinda lack images of demons and stuff...  =(