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[RIGHT]I think they’re on to us![/RIGHT]
I decoded your message; now who is being paranoid?
¡¡pɐǝɥ ɹnoʎ uı dıɥɔ ɐ ʇnd ǝʌ,ʎǝɥʇ 'uʍop ǝpısdn puɐ spɹɐʍʞɔɐq sɹɐǝddɐ sıɥʇ ɟI
Ignore the poster on the Grassy Knoll.
Ignore the poster on the Grassy Knoll.
Nothing to see here. Move along.
This isn’t the post you’re looking for.
What do all these code names mean? Who are you REALLY?
Why, I thought you’d never ask.
I am who I am
I am woman, hear me roar
I am the walrus
I’m Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
Gotta think up some more (<Scurries off>)
Everything is fine.
I’m OK.
Nothing wrong here at all.
Have a nice day!
I don’t get it.
You all seem like your normal selves.
What’s the Thread about? 
It’s not just this thread, maaaaan! It’s this WHOLE FREAKIN’ BOARD!!!
You think you’ve got problems?
I have this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side…
Life, don’t talk to me about Life…
Hey this is for paranoids, not manic depressives. Why exactly are you trying to change the subject? What is your plan here? Are you trying to trick us all?
I’ve been listening to Black Sabbath’s second album for almost 24 hours straight. I know there’s a message for me somewhere. It has something to do with…
Wait a minute…I’m not telling you people anything. You’ll use it against me. I know it.
I came here to post this very thread, but you somehow got here first! Get out of my head!!
Thirty-three of the posts before mine spell out a hidden message between them, but there is an odd one out. That poster is a spy. And now I’ve blown his secret, I’ll have to leave you to work out which one he is while I hide.
OMG - I read the post following mine (always following… always following - gah) and had to fight the compulsion to do things.
Bad things.
Things that I’m afraid of.
Things that I’d be ashamed to do.
*Why, I thought you’d never ask.
I am who I am
I am woman, hear me roar
I am the walrus
I’m Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines
Gotta think up some more (<Scurries off>)*. Captain Jinks is out to get me with her song.
You people think you’re paranoid.
You’re not nearly paranoid enough.
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.
I, on the other hand, suffer from narapoia-- the conviction that people are bent on doing me good (with apologies to someone from whose SF short story I lifted the term).