Well, after 9 pages of complete pointlessness, the UNKILLABLE THREAD CHALLENGE 2000 has ended. Yes, that’s right, the thread that wouldn’t die has, and one man stood alone as the killer of it:
Particlewill!
Through a unique blend of old-man style ramblings and a dull weekend, pwill’s post made it over a day without anyone else responding, causing the thread to be declared legally dead, and leaving those of us who spent so much time on it with nowhere else to go. Pwill is a man to be respected and feared, since he alone holds the offcial title of Super-Mega Thread Killer o’ Doom.
In the course of the contest, some people got eaten, some people got annoyed, and some people (well, mainly struuter), got naked. It was quite a good time, but now I feel that I should ask the mods to close it, since the contest is now over. Thank you very kindly.
Oh, I’m also a bit curious as to where that thread ranks in the longest threads category. Just wondering, cause 9 pages seems a tad large.
J, it appears you have a gift for long threads–something I haven’t mastered. I’m proud of you. And so very proud of will.
It’ll be sad without the thread…I’ll never wear this robe again without fond memories.
I think 9 pages is pretty good–especially since it was about how quickly threads die. Well…it STARTED that way. It evolved–into what I don’t know. And now I don’t have anywhere to go in the morning with my knishes and coffee. sigh
At least it went out a winner. Jester, I don’t know how you can watch struuter crying her eyes out like that. She was so attached to the big lug, I’m getting choked up just seeing her. Wooo-hooo-hooo, Weeeee-heeeeep, choke, snurgle…
struuter, pass me a knish.
whispers
Don’t open it here. Unmarked bills, of course. I added a little something for your inconvenience. It was ‘one fucker’ of a tip you requested, right? There it is.
Sorry about the attack. I tried to get you outta there.
Am I too late?
I meant to post, I swear! UncleBeer, buddy, fello Toledo-ite, can you hook me up? Slide me in there and back-date it a touch? Just put in something baseless yet profound. Thanks, you’re a pal.
I thought we could keep it alive for quite some time, especially since we had started to spruce it up, give it some love, pluck it’s eyebrow(s)…I guess sometimes love is not enough.
I feel so . . . empty. The battle was so hard; the foe so formidable. In that war, I knew my place and cause. Now it is passed. What does a man do when he loses his enemy? After fighting so long to achieve peaceful freedom from the terror of the beast, how is it that I am so saddened by success? Where will I go? With whom will I make war? Surely war is all I can ever know after battling that nine headed dragon for what seemed an eternity. Where are my enemies? All my preparation, training and experience now go unchallenged. What is a warrior to do? There is no more need for my heroism. There is no use for my courage. There will be no new ballads sung of Tymp and his iron clad genitals. There are no evil demon beasts from which to save the virtue of fair maids. Damn ye gods! Give me a villain’s blood to wet my whetted blade! Deliver a terrible, scaly beast that I might charge to find my glorious and honorable death as a mighty Thread Warrior! Curse you, god of the pixels! Leave me not to waste and rot!
Tymp, it’s alright…look carefully - over there, arising from the ashes of the old thread, feeble at first, but getting stronger…it’s son of thread! Thread II - the revenge! Your sword will see service again! (especially if struuter keeps kissing you like that!)
struuter, I don’t mind the soggy knish - it needed a little salt, and your tears were just the right touch
However, I think we have a problem. On SDMB Server 28, Jester’s thread is on disk 3, sector 64…right next to the Great Debates thread on (gulp) cloning. And there were a few stray Thready eyebrows laying around with just enough DNA in them…
fierra is right - something is moving over there. So are we just gonna stand around here feeling sorry for ourselves? Or are we gonna write us a sequel? Huh? Huh? Whaddayasay?
::trumpeting fanfare::
It’s Tymp, Tymp, with iron-clad genitals
When Thready was loose, he made a fine sentinel
With his codpiece of nickel and chromium steel
He smites scaly beasts with the utmost of zeal
He rescues Fair Maidens and saves them from dread
But look! In the distance…here comes Son Of Thread
Tymp will not rest until his work here is done
But he’s a little busy right now - struuter slipped him the tongue
I am soo honored, and also a little shamed… I never thought it would be that feeble post that would finaly do in ol’ Thready. I would just like to thank all those who helped. Were it not for them finding constructive things to be doing instead of posting to that damn behemoth for a day, I would not have this HIGH honor. Tho I have been in training for this thread killing thing for some time… Why back in my day you had to call a bbs to kill a thread. Back when a 1200baud modem whas lightning fast and the rich kids had monitors in COLOR! Back when TRS80 and apple II were top-of-the-line computers…Why I remember calling my favorite bbs with my atari800xl with it’s 300baud modem for some REAL threadkilling.
Oh sorry…got kinda caught up in the moment there… Thank you all again!
