It was like any other day in my life. I was peacefully riding my bike through town, when I accidentally fell into a naked singularity. Causuality was reversed and I ran into an SUV, causing it to explode in a shower of flaming metal, leaving me utterly unhurt.
The driver of the SUV was no other than José von Nasenstein, the world’s foremost psychic and dental hygenist. His spirit and his talent passed into me and in a flash of intuition, I knew at once the fate of the world in the new era that will be brought upon by the Great Revolution of 2006. What they were rebelling against was beyond my powers, but I think it had something to do with fleas. And donuts, too.
Using my newfound and amazing powers of prognostication, I have determined that Fenris will die by choking on Odin. President Scylla will be assassinated by having a large bathtub dropped on him from a helicopter. Why the assassins decided to use a bathtub is unknown, but it was a nice tub. With those little claw-feet. Poor Scylla, though.
Cougarfang will wander into bobkitty’s yard. bobkitty will hiss in an annoyed manner. Neither will die, but Cougarfang will get a nasty boo-boo on his ear.
That is the limit of my powers. I will be spending the night meditating and honing my ability to find out more.
Lodrain dear, we actually had a much loved poster here die. It was before your time, so I’m sure you had no idea that people might not feel that your post was amusing. And perhaps I am wrong, maybe people will find it amusing. But I don’t think so, and I just want you to know that it isn’t your fault…it is just a sensitive subject.
I’m aware of what you were talking about, Scotticher - I was a mere unregistered lurker at the time. I understand fully why my thread could be construed to be offensive. The thread was posted on a whim, and I have a history of being rather unthinking when acting on a whim. Apologies to those I have offended.
Well, when I become President, and somebody drops a bathtub on me, I hope you feel really bad about posting this thread. I hope it gives you lots of angst and regret.
Scotticher gets hit by a clue and wanders off into the night, plauged by amnesia. After which some handsome, loving, kind [sub]and rich[/sub] prince rescues her, takes her home, marries her and caters to her every wish for the rest of eternity.
Which, when you think of it, is much better than being hit by a bathtub. Even if it happened because you were President. [sub]And the fact that I voted for Fenris has NOTHING to do with this. NOTHING AT ALL. Trust me. [/sub]
