Behold, Jester, Killer of Threads

Alright, people, I’ve got it. The perfect idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before. All of us are gathered here because we’re in need of support for our thread kiling, no? WELL, I’ve got a solution for that, and a nifty game.

It’s pretty simple, and has been alluded to already, but I’ll make it official.

How do you win? Easy.

You kill the thread. Dead. Muerte. Over.

He or she who completely kills this thread recieves the cherished title of “Official Killer of Threads,” to be revered by all of us competitors, and feared by all others.

The rules? Anything goes. Just keep it alive till you’re sure that you’re the last poster. God knows it’ll also help our self-esteem to have to WORK to kill a thread. Oh, and no moderators using your delete button. That’s not nice.

<sees strutter and grem in the corner> Yeah, you two just keep it up. Provides a challenge for the rest of us.

I hereby announce the beginnning of the UNKILLABLE THREAD CHALLENGE 2000!

Bang.

breaks open smoking thread killer shotgun and reloads
I have a couple brace of these suckers in my game bag all ready. Think I’ll try for another…

Challenge? Okay, Jester. Count me in. I’m yer girl. We’ll have this puppy at six pages in no time. wink

Telling the mods what they can and cannot do? That’s a surefire way to witness a killing.

It’s not fair! Just because I wrote that I was the real thread killer, you all had to make a point of posting here just to prove me wrong!

Well, you’re not going to get away with it so easily, my amateurish thread-killing friends. You’re dealing with the real thing, here. I’m Sixty Nine Da Thread Killa, BAYBEEE! And there’s NOTHING any of you can do about it! Absolutely positively nothing. Oh wait, you can post. Well, don’t do it! That would just be wrong.

What’s your favorite memory from fourth grade?

Damn. You had to, didn’t you?

The last two threads I started had zero replies. That’s right zero.

I win.

Not any more you don’t. Go check.

Anyone who would post to this thread after this point would have to be a total freakin’ lifeless loser. Get some work done, people.

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Ain’t I a stinka?

I thought we were all here because we’re losers…is this like in elementary school when they’d have to ONE sport a year to make the dorks (like myself) feel like less of a dork?

Wow!
A hijack and a thread kill in one? dare I hope?

Knead, I can’t argue with you. If you intend to work this hard to gain King Threadkiller status, then you truely deserve the title. I bow to your superior abilities.

What’s the definition of “dead thread”? is it if it drops off the FIRST page, or gets no responses for __days?
I must know!

My Dearest struuter

My most humble apologies for taking this long to respond to you!

The reasons are beyond counting. I secretly admired you in high school, but was too shy to say anything. The way you flirt has filled my heart with longing to be worthy of flirting. Your beauty blinds, your wit dazzles, your smile illuminates…

I’m afraid I am in the unhappy position of having to disagree with you, oh Goddess! There may be some equally deserving, but certainly none more deserving.

Oh dare I hope? Lavish away, my beauty, lavish away. However, beware! I lavish back.

grem

Well…looks like everyone went home. yawns and stretches Good morning all thread killers. Here’s to another day of successful thread slaughtering.

Now…grem. raises eyebrow I am assuming by high school, you mean SDHS? If not…then there’s something you should tell me?

As to your other, delicious words…they leave me weak-kneed. I haven’t had such tender and eloquent compliments in…oh hell. Not a while, anyway. You, sir, do not appear to ‘flirt,’ you woo. Nice. I like.
But I just have to ask…You say this to all the girls, don’t you? wink That’s okay. I think I would feel guilty keeping you all to myself.

I am so honored to receive your beautiful words. How can I thank you?

Morning, everyone! Figured I’d get a jump on the contest, while you guys are actually doing that work stuff. God, it’s nice being an intern. Anyway, ShamaFrog, to answer your question, uhmmmm…well, we can’t use the first page one, else we’d already have a weiner. So, I think that if the thread can go for a day without a response, whosoever has the last response will take the title home with them. And there you have it. Now, I’d just like to say that anyone who posts on this thread after me is a poopy-poopy-lump face. Sorry to use such harsh language, but this is war.

Okay, admittedly I’m the poopy-poopy-whatever. But, J…have you thought about what a statement like this is going to do to your candidancy? Won’t steeljaw want some explainations? Curious minds, baby…curious minds…

Uhmmmmm…I have no recollection of that specific incident. What? Oh, yes, there it is. Well…see, it’s all about how you define “statement.” See, er…I did not have sexual relations with that…uhhhhh…think fast, J, well…Oooh! I got it! I’ll bomb Kosovo! No? Already done? Nuts. Well, in that case…

FREE BEER FOR EVERYBODY!!!

There, that oughta do it.

cue applause

Well, done. Bravo. Well done, indeed. I’m impressed with your candor, humility, honesty and quick thinking. A man of integrity.

J, I think you’ve a future in politics. You’ve got your finger on the public’s pulse–and you know how to give them the security they so desperately need. tearing up–sniff Touching…very touching speech.