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RADIO S.O.S. EMPIER THREAD / BAR AND GRILL

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#475 by Veteran never-never - 2/9/2005 1:40:57 AM

#476 by Veteran never-never - 2/9/2005 1:41:20 AM

#477 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 2/9/2005 4:35:53 PM

#478 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/9/2005 6:09:34 PM

#479 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/9/2005 6:10:53 PM

#480 by Citizen PassingBye - 2/9/2005 9:05:41 PM

#481 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/9/2005 10:54:50 PM

#482 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 2/10/2005 6:28:27 PM

#483 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/10/2005 7:41:11 PM

#484 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 2/11/2005 8:58:44 PM

Veteran Evil Roy!:

Congrats!

#485 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/12/2005 6:18:32 PM

MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

IZ ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE EVIL ROY AND MM77 CONTROL DA UNIVERSE!

#486 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 2/12/2005 7:30:03 PM

So TRUE it's just about time to write about it to

My boys are at 48 and 49 once thay both hit 50 I'll have more time for writing

I'll be back soon.

#487 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/13/2005 8:12:15 PM

iz dis da W.O.W. factor?

#488 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 2/13/2005 11:34:54 PM

No, The C.o.H. factor

Then The S.O.S. factor

Then The W.o.W. factor

#489 by Veteran Evil Roy - 2/14/2005 12:52:11 AM

U IZ MULTI-TASKING MM!

#490 by Veteran never-never - 2/14/2005 1:59:18 AM

#491 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 4/5/2005 10:33:18 PM

#492 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 4/5/2005 10:42:07 PM

Hope you like the new INDEX

If there is a story that I write, that you would like me to continual on, please let me know.

#493 by Veteran Evil Roy - 4/6/2005 12:19:44 AM

DJ MM77! COME TO MY METAL ARMS!

I MISSED YOU MM77

YOU WILL PAY FOR MAKING ME FEEL ORGANIC!

#494 by Citizen LORD EVIL STEVE - 4/6/2005 12:24:45 AM

MWHAHAHAHAHACOUGH COUGH

WOTZ ALL DIS DUST ON ME LORD EVIL STEVE SUPER HERO OUTFIT! AND DA UNDIES ON DA OUTSIDE IS GETTING TOO TIGHT!

IZ GOOD TO BE EVIL AGAIN! DA SENTINELS OF SKOWBO ARE BACK!

AND THEY'RE NOT HAPPY

#495 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 4/6/2005 6:57:10 PM

#426 by Veteran Gerakken - 11/1/2003 4:44:33 PM

The Knights of Skowbo

Skowbo, the holy planet. If there was ever hallowed ground in the wild chaos of the Metaverse, it would be here. Pilgrims filter in year round to visit the sacred sites: the grand temple of CariElf, the shrines of KarmaGirl, Frogboy, T-man, and many other divinities. Most pilgrims leave, going back to whatever life they have until it is time for another pilgrimage. Then there are those who stay.

A great many of those who stay become residents of communities serving the pilgrims. They become like any citizen back on the planets of their birth: teachers, factory workers, office workers, market place vendors, a host of others. Life goes on as normal, except for being mindful of the special significance of their adopted planet and honoring the many festival days set aside for the objects of their affection.

Some citizens have special jobs. They are the facilitators, keeping the life blood of the pilgrim-based economy running smoothly: travel agents, tour ship crews, resort operators, guides, and the staff of the incredibly powerful WCARIELF radio station sending out calls to the faithful across the Metaverse, and many others. Without them, the pilgrims would not cycle smoothly through the system. There would be delays and difficulties.

But all these citizens ultimately serve to sustain the center of the whole operation: the holy sites and those who live there after having dedicated their lives to the divine powers. Monks and nuns live in and maintain the holy sites. It is a humble existance of hard work and prayer, trying to guide visitors to a better understanding of the Stardockian powers in the hopes they will leave as changed people leading a better life and spreading the faith to others. There are also reclusive orders of religious hermits that do not interact with outsiders, being totally dedicated to a journey of self-enlightenment.

It may well have been be a perfect system for a perfect place, yet the foul plots of Metaverse empires ripple across the holy planet. Secret agents and hidden agendas, mercenary bands and criminal schemes. Unwary pilgrims temporarily putting aside secular loyalties to feed their spiritual needs, but being swept into all manner of illicit dealings. The holy planet is a hotbed of unseen corruption and grand power plays that most are totally oblivious to. The fate of the Meta hinges on no one empire, but on Skowbo. The one who controls the planet controls the Meta.

A secret order, the Knights of Skowbo, have vowed to prevent any from taking control of the holy planet. They are warriors of both skill and faith. Based in an underground lair below a secluded monastary on the nearby moon Lowbo, the Knights are ever in constant battle to root out and foil these plots. Their missions take them far and wide. The fruit of corruption may hope to ripen on Skowbo, but the seeds are often planted far away. Not all Knights are openly militant crusaders. Some are agents disguised as merchants, wandering missionaries, high ranking imperial senators, and even operatives parading as unaligned overlords. When the call comes, the Knights of Skowbo will be there.

CHAPTER 20

Holy Planet

by Veteran Gerakken - 2/12/2004 3:39:54 AM

It looks like I haven't contributed any random mayhem for a while. So, why not? Gerakken's got to have a little fun, too! Who knows where this will go...

It is midnight in a remote forested swamp on the planet Skowbo. The moons were dark, and shapes rustled and splashed through the wetland toward a small island dominated by a massive, twisted tree. Around the ancient tree the humaniod shapes gathered, all dressed in black ceremonial robes and hoods. A circle of eight formed in what seem to be well rehearsed ritual, each one choosing a precise spot to stand.

One of the robed figures spoke in an electronically altered voice. "Skowbo has been good for us and our business. The pilgrims always have needs that cannot be satisfied in the temples. For many moons we have been able to thrive here, despite MM77's tight hold on the Temples and Stardock City. He had been easily overwhelmed and distracted before, allowing us to smuggle our goods and run our rackets in the suburbs and smaller cities of the planet. The Knights of Skowbo were also not a problem. Those pesky zealots are generally unconcered with domestic concerns, smuggling, or petty crime. They always are looking skyward for some grand alien or imperial conspiracy that could threaten the Holy Planet's neutrality. But ill times are ahead."

Another figure spoke with a distorted voice: "Indeed. The Hacker Incident, although so far singular in nature, has jolted the Knights back into action. They fear a greater conspiracy than what they even thought possible: an outside power so destructive that it could corrupt the whole Metaverse. The reaction of the Stardockian Gods, using their mighty power to stop such a potential calamity, has made the superstitious Knights reread the nearly forgotten Apocolyptic Prophesies of the old order. Thinking the Time of Trials at the End of Ages foretold in the Prophesies is near, their increased vigilance is causing strain on the shipping routes. Cargoes are being more carefully inspected and our smuggling profits are down."

A third corrupted voice interupts in a sharp tone: "The Knights do not concern us. They may catch a few goods and lower level people of ours and other organizations slipping through, but their eyes are set on bigger affairs. They will not turn their attention to us if we do not turn on them. We can compensate for the Knights. The problem is MM77, imbeciles!"

A fourth voice was a natural voice. The speaker was probably human, but the neutral tone and the total flatness and lack of emotion made determining gender, much less exact identity, impossible: "Correct. MM77's influence outside of Skowbo is limited, but on the Holy Planet he has great power. When it comes to Stardock City and the Temples, he is a godling in his own right. His power has recently grown. Now his minions can be sent anywhere with his new found linking ability. More problematic is his increased attention to detail, carefully listening to the incoming reports and able to exactly quote any incident. He is harder to distract now. This will prove costly unless rectified."

The fifth member spoke through the distinct voice of a thought translator. This language computer translates what the user thinks about saying directly into words without having to speak them first, commonly used by aliens not wishing to give away their native tongue by using a dictation translator. "How do we combat his increased presence, then? What if he takes too much interest in our affairs as well?"

Number Six in the circle raised his left arm, revealing an unnaturally long, thin index finger. A low, cold, whispered voice spoke: "The Godling has a weakness. His love of the spotlight should be fulfilled. One cannot see if blinded."

Number Seven caught on quickly. Being barely three feet tall, the shortest robed member spoke in an high pitched, increasingly excitable voice. "All the worlds are a stage, and everyone's a player. Our Godling has a weakness for song, especially when he is the artist. Perhaps we should arrange a Meta-wide tour for him. The schedule will keep him busy and the publicity will intoxicate him. Better yet, his most faithful minions will follow him on tour! Fabulous idea, Number Six! Spectatular! We might even be able to muscle into Stardock City."

The last figure in the circle of eight had an electronically altered voice similar to Number One: "So the Council has spoken. Make the proper arrangements." The figure took a step back and the other seven knelt. Number eight turned and walked quitely into the dark night. The rest of the circle rose and went their separate ways

______________________________________________________

CHAPTER 21

Holy Planet

by Veteran Gerakken

Once again the eight Council members slog their ways through the marsh on a moonless Skowbo night toward the isle of the ancient tree. They assume their ceremonial places in a circle around the tree.

Number One starts the proceedings: "We have a problem. The Godling will not leave the Holy Planet so easily. Our last plan depended upon distracting him with a Meta-wide concert tour so our business would return or even expand into the forbidden Stardock City itself. We must find another way."

Number Two: "Indeed. This is a problem. We cannot have the Knights of Skowbo watching the system borders so closely and the Godling having near total control of the Temples and Stardock City. Between them, our web of profitable partnerships could be finished."

Number Three: "Once again you exaggerate the situation. The Knights still do not concern us. They are fools following archaic beliefs. They would have no concept of our kind of operation even if they can catch a few on the bottom of the chain. As long as there seems to be no conspiracy against the Holy Planet, they will not act! Just focus on distracting MM77."

Number Four, speaking in the usual matter-of-fact emotionless manner: "The Godling's power flows from the radio stations and multi-media centers. Control them and we control MM77. Control MM77 and Stardock City is ours. The Temples rarely intervene in the dealings of us mere mortals. The divinities will not care who worships them, just so long as there are an adequate number of worshippers. This plan will not interupt the flow of worshippers. We will be safe."

Number Five, speaking through the thought translator: "Your presumptions trouble me. Could it be as easy as controlling the media outlets in Stardock City?"

Number Six, in all his death-like coldness and brevity: "It is. His strength shall be his weakness."

Number Seven, as excitable as ever: "Yes, yes, yes! Control the radio stations and we control the followers as well. The Knights continue to be distracted by paranoia of outside conspiracies, the Godling is controlled, the followers subdied as well, and the divinities get their tribute in prayer power still and think none the wiser! Sheer genius, I say!"

Number Eight, the leader of the pack: "The Council has spoken. All of you have much work to do. Make it so." Number Eight takes a step back and the others kneel with respect. As Number Eight turns into the darkness, the others start to rise and they all disperse in separate directions.

#150 by Veteran Gerakken - 6/25/2004 5:50:23 PM

MM77:Maybe with LORD Gerakken of the WISE?

Do not invoke the name of Lord Gerakken lightly! No one wants more attention from the all sneaking, all seeing, all knowing one!

See what horrors would be unleashed if I took it to the next level and checked into the insane asylum instead of merely visiting? But call me what you will. Now to continue with the story, as long a delay as it has been:

Foul deeds had been done on Skowbo. The Eight Shadow Masters worked diligently on their evil conspiracy to control the media centers of Stardock City. To control the media centers was to control Skowbo. The Eight were not satisfied with a small amount of organized crime in some backwater cities of Skowbo. They wanted to own the streets in Stardock City as well. Slowly, but surely, agents of the eight bought more and more advertising time on the media centers, pushing both their legitimate products and services and shady nightclubs where all manners of illegal dealings where going on: drugs, prostitution, arms smuggling just to name a few. They were creating a consumer culture planet wide beholden to material goods and personal pleasure over the worship of the gods.

MM77 was seen and heard of less and less. The powerful DJ Godling and his fellows were being literally drowned out by commercials as the cadre of advertisers convinced the media centers that they could make more money by airing more ads and less of those pesky, expensive DJs. In fact, for a time the media centers went nearly jockless altogether, with Yor robots running the ads and the videos.

The Eight convened once again, their plot in full motion, discussing their success:

Number One calls the meeting to order. Thin, wrinkled fingers extended out of the cloak, holding a staff which was slowly raised and then lowered. An electronically altered voice projects from the dark hood: "Our plans go well. The Godling has been silenced, our business is booming, the once impenetrable capital of Stardock City is rife with vice. People have grown less devout in their worship, more concerned with their own needs. Instead of giving money to the Temples, they are more likely giving it to us."

The next figure in the circle projects another altered voice: "Indeed. The Knights of Skowbo are almost all in seclusion or on assignment off planet. They are troubled by the changes in the populace, but still convinced that it is a natural social change and the real threats are elsewhere. The Godling has also been quiet. All seems well."

The third figure interjects, with sounds more like growling and hissing than a voice: "For once, I agree with Number Two. The Knights are not a problem at the moment. I am still concerned about the Godling, however. We know not exactly what caused his silence. We are fools to think that he would just be drowned off the airwaves by ads and lack of attention and not have fought back if he had the means. There are many things we do not know of him. Too many things."

Number Four spoke with his flat, emotionless tone: "All is going well. The Knights are not hindering us, and neither is the Godling. There is nothing in our way. We will monitor the situation carefully to assure continued success."

Number Five projects through a thought translator, "Complacency breeds complications. Nothing lasts forever. We need plans for the future."

The sixth member extends his unnaturally long, bony finger toward Number Five and speaks with a cold, whispery voice: "One can worry too much as well as too little."

Number Seven, the smallest figure of the group being only three feet tall, chimed in with a high, squeaky voice: "What is there to worry about? It's all good! These people are eating out of our hand and don't even know it. They are paying more attention to themselves and less to the Temples or the gods. Best of all, they are paying us more money! What could go wrong? It's a no lose situation for us!"

"I have my doubts, but who am I to refute the results," the last figure stated in an altered voice similar to Number One. "The Council has spoken. We are adjourned." Number Eight takes a step back and the other seven kneel in respect. After a pause, Number Eight turns and walks away into the dark swamp. The other rise and walk off in seperate directions.

#496 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 4/6/2005 7:02:52 PM

Gerakken,

Your posts were spread beteen SKOWBO and G.O.A.U. So that readers can follow the story easyer I post them here to read.

P.S. Can't wait for part #5

#497 by Citizen LORD EVIL STEVE - 4/6/2005 10:37:36 PM

#498 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 4/7/2005 1:14:39 AM

And a one

#499 by Citizen DJ MM77 - 4/7/2005 1:15:15 AM

And a two

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