stares in shock at dead spiderlings Hey! I wasn’t aware this was to-the-death Calvinball. Who killed the spiderlings? Shouldn’t they get a penalty or something?
That’s it, I’m done for! The object is still coming at orion, full speed. Then there’s a flash of blue light right in front of the object and it disappears. A second later, a medium-sized spaceship appears at her side. The door opens and she climbs inside. Orion is saved! She guns the engines and zips away from the planet.
*Lousy team members. Yeesh. Can’t even try to save me…
…Hey, wait a minute, which direction is earth in? Damnit!*
scratching his head as he walks past himself in the hallway … has Wyldelf been playing with the transmogrifier again? am I really kristoph? do I travel back in time sometime in the future to make myself ponder these important questions? and most importantly, can I use this to get a second helping of dessert???
… kristoph’s mind in a spin, he walks straight past the Calvinball dropped by dpr and down the stairwell to search for the ref
… calls for a penalty on Blackclaw for his confession about preferring the taste of GIRLS!!! at least a temporary suspension from the treehouse, T-Rex’s make it a very cramped clubhouse!!!
Who said anything about killing spiders? I was stepping in jello!
Morbid folks here. <sheesh>
While you were all so busy mourning the supposed loss of your mini-minions, I snuck off with the ball, and am taking it skiing. (I’d like to see Ms. Spider strap on 4 pairs of skis!)
While wondering why he should penalized for his culinary preferences, Blackclaw tries to chomp ThinkSnow as he runs past but forgets he had transmorgrafied back into human form and therefore doesn’t have quite the reach or effectiveness he needs.
Fortunately for the Hobbes team, ThinkSnow has run into a temporal distortion field and must move, or in this case ski, in slow motion until someone touches him with a red flag tied to a stick.
Scaring my poor spiderlings senseless!
The arachnid army starts off after the fleeing skier, eschewing the use of any snow transportation equipment. [Spiders are all light enough to run on top of snow; interestingly enough, I’ve seen this happen occasionally].
They sneak up on thinksnow, who seems to be skiing in slow motion, and roll the ball away from him.
The spider babbies are again distracted, this time by the lovely snow, and make a snow-spider, using the Calvinball as the head and lots of sticks for legs. As they are congratulating themselves on their artwork and throwing snow at each other, an unknown member of Calvin’s team sneaks up and replaces the Calvinball on the snow-spider, and takes off toward. . .
----:eek:/
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::Godly TOTORO appears in the hall way, and drops a thousand calvinballs… which on is the real one?::
Snac picks up forty-three calvinballs in his oversize hands and juggles them while leafing through the Washington, DC telephone directory, with his toes, for Adamses. After five minutes of juggling he has made absolutely no headway past the “Aa” page…Aardvark Exterminators, Aak! Chills and Thrills, Aaron’s 755 Club, etcetera–and forty-two of the calvinballs have rolled away.
However, he receives twenty-eight bftsplk points for his truly impressive achievement (yes, he does…check the rulebook, unless BlackClaw has eaten it), which he will apply toward the purchase of a couple of private investigators (yes, he can…check the rule book…quick!).
Brringggg…brringggg…
“Hello, you’ve reached the Millhone residence. Neither Kinsey nor I is able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number, time of call, and a brief message–”
A noise from behind? :::hangs up quickly::: :::stares:::
<<<No, it can’t be…>>>
Don’t worry, it isn’t.
high fives Totoro
Yeah, good one! 
starts kicking Calvinballs around the building for an even distribution
This event once again solidifies my point that everyone should RE-READ THE FIRST OBJECTIVE. What is the first objective, you ask? Why, it’s simply: FIND CECIL!!! Now, does it say anything about the ball in there? I sure don’t read anything about a ball in there. C’mon folks…can we please get past the FIRST objective here? At this rate, this game won’t reach the 83rd objective by the deadline year 2194! Let’s get a move on people!
::Sighhh:: well I would be looking for Cecil, but I’m kinda lost…
<reboots, waits a bit, logs back on>
Balance, now back in action, nullifies thinksnow’s ability to ski (even in slow motion) without slamming into something and knocking himself sillier than usual.
Thinksnow, “Thhhhuuuuudddd…ooooowwwww…Llllooookkkaaaattttthhheeeeprrrreeeettttybiiirrrrddddiiiees…”
Balance, skiing isn’t a Calvinball abilty, it’s just one of those inate talents, like snowboarding or scuba-diving. It’s more instinctual, you know?
<laughing at Balances attempt to thart him[sub](laughing slowly, but laughing nonetheless)[/sub] ts throws Balance into the Rochambo pit.>
“That should keep 'em busy for a while!”
<Calling a temporary truce, ts and the spiderlings set about building the snow fort to end all snow forts>
Curses! “Tharted” again…thwarted, too
:rolleyes:
[sub]Cool, a web-crane, we should be able to move some pretty big snow-blocks with that! These little spides are pretty damn resourceful! [/sub
thinksnow and spider babies happily build a snow fortress, unaware of an avalanche of Calvinballs headed towards them, started by snac and idiotboy, in a futile attempt to refocus the game towards its original goal, to find Cecil.
[These spiderlings are too old to believe in Santa Claus.]
Alerted by a strange rumbling, they look up to see Calvinballs rolled into lots of snowballs, approaching fast. And who should be surfing the onslaught but Orion007. wondering to self: “Self, how did I get here?”
Spiders and thinksnow scatter as Orion007 and the Calvinball avalanche hurtle out of sight, and a deep voice reverberates in the ensuing silence:
"Yes, Spiderlings, there is a Cecil.
WTF was that?!
<staring at the ruins of a once proud fortress>
Damn.
Sorry, think, my power isn’t limited to Calvinball special abilities–I specified that over in the abilities thread. I could nullify your ability to breathe <insert Vader breathing noises> for a while, but that would hardly be sporting. Now be a good lad and go watch the pretty birdies for at least 2 posts. <evil grin>
A dark cloud falls over the building as Arkon enters the lobby to announce his return to the SDMB. As he opens his mouth to speak, he catches a ball in his hand. When he tries to drop it, it remains firmly stuck to his hand. As he ponders what to do, an avalanch of calvinballs strikes him. A white flag slowly rises from the pile.
“Civilian on the range?”
calling an emergency meeting of the Get Rid Of Slimy Girls club!!!
the unthinkable seems to have happened, the enemy has infiltrated our own lines and planted disinformation in the mind of one of our finest!! It seems that Blackclaw has developed covert girl sympathies, against his own better judgement, and that of G.R.O.S.S.
urgent action needs to be taken!!!
any takers???
Nymysys waves her hand to make the spider babies alive again or something, then goes back to her bed where she’s been about to die from the flu for three days now. I appoint one of the refs to take over my powers until I’m well again. I can’t think well enough for this game with a fever.