Merry Christmas everyone! And a happy new year, too.

Merry Xmas to you too.

Merry christmas and a Bioshock new year. Ray, i like your avatar. It reminds me of Shaun of the Dead.

Hehe. I loved that movie.

Approaches slowly....footsteps echo throughout. Alfred looks around the desolate enviroment, finding nothing expect an empty bottle with some old logo attached to its front....he can barely make it out, but it seems the words on it are "Moondog Dunkel." Nothing else can be found. With a sense of nostalgia and hope to find SOMETHING......Alfred shouts, "Helloooooo?!? Is there anybody out there?", the words echoing throughout the place.

"Yes... there is", comes the answer, from a (propably) hollowed-out tree trunk. A masked man dressed in yellow and wearing a yellow cloak to boot steps to the open and turns to face Alfred."Though I think I am not one you expected to find, am I?", he says, grinning."You see, your friends are... gone. And I'm afraid that you are going to have to join them", he continues, with a tone of faked sadness."My colleague, Blue Knight", the man points to his left side (where nothing can be seen), "Will be teaching you foolish Moondog Dunkelist a lesson".

And right then, stirred by the immediate sound in silence, and the smell of Olde Moondog Dunkel Beer, in shock and awe they turn to look a few feet through the burial grounds, where a withered hand rises above the mould, the headstone it's backdrop.... "Be water, my friends. I follow the True Path of The Exsoteric Order of Enlightened Llamas now..." says a sudden and mysterious, yet frighteningly familiar voice behind their backs...

"You can't vaporize me, I have a Diplomatic Intangibility Scripture!", the man in yellow shrieked, taking an old-looking piece of paper out from under his cloak and, unwilling to risk losing (any more) SAN, tossed it at the direction of the voice without turning to look who, or perhaps WHAT, it was.Upon the paper, the Jell-O Sign was drawn."At least, they TOLD me it was a Diplomatic Intangibility Scripture...", he mumbled to himself, desperately thinking of a way of getting away from this possibly lethal situation.And somewhere very, very far away, the Blue Knight popped open yet another beer.He was way too busy to bother with the mad plots of some idiot with no sense of fashion after all.

The clouds broiled in the grey forlorn skies. Suddenly, lightning forked down, hitting the empty bottle of Moondog Dunkel protruding from the knoll next to the road.A few minutes of silence, then..."Ouch! @#$!!!"Seta grumbled and tried to stand up. It wasn't easy, him being covered in dirt and all."Last time I drink one of these", he said, weakly shaking the Moondog Dunkel bottle, "at least for the next hour or so."Looking at the signpost across the road, he started off slowly back toward Innsmouth.

Across the deserted lands, a cry could be heard."This is not a one-man show!"And after that, only the Desert Wink howled.

The gravestone was quite askew, as if it were a man stubbornly trying to walk headfirst into a gale.It had been here, unnoticed, for almost a year. This cold and rainy night, the only sound was the slow whispery steps of a very large and quite possibly intoxicated spider. It moved, in a directly indirect kind of way across the gravestone.From beneath the gravestone came an ear-shattering belch followed by an ominous, long and somewhat snoring silence.Then, faintly: "Crap! Who turned off the light? And where's my Moondog Dunkel?! Arrki! Arkki, you [censored]! You stole my Moondog Dunkel, I just know it! But I'll get you yet!"

A loud clank could be heard in the amidst the rain as a pair of gardening scissors hit the gravestone."[censored]? [censored]!?", shouted the angry, rain-coat wearing man, "Just for that, your Moondog Dunkel is going for a one-way trip to the Moon!"A short moment of silence followed, as the man wondered whether Innsmouth had the capability of launching rockets to the Moon."Or the bottom of the sea, whichever's easier for me to throw it into!"With this, the man took out some rope and begun tying a heavy-looking rock into a bottle of the afore-mentioned alcoholical beverage.

The stars moved ominously about in the heavens as Arkki happily defiled Seta's grave."Take that, you old codger!!", he gleefully cried, kicking Seta's headstone with gusto. "Calling me a [censored]! Pff!""Hey, man, you're messing with the wrong grave, y'know", a slightly squamous voice called from out of the darkness. Seta walked inebriatedly out from under the shadows of the great poplar tree, trying to look menacing and failing piteously. "Shwas shure you iffen try one of these, man", he belched, holding out an unopened bottle of Moondog Dunkel toward Arkki, "an' then y'c'n, huuuuuuuurp, scuse me, y'c'n, y'know, like, um, yeah! Anyway, m'grave is foow, four rowssh, mmm, further down."

From the murky depths of the forums, a horror rises to the even murkier surface, raising its ugly head, surrounded in all directions by various sequel demands as far as its only twisted eye can see.And somewhere not so far away, the insane howl of Arkki could be heard a moment before he cracked both his head and a random gravestone, passing out into the merciful darkness where bottles of Moondog Dunkel danced in merry circles.

the piping chorus of 'Ia Ia moondog Ia Ia' could be heard evaporating into the void.

I have had the best time with the guys in my League. We have over 500 posts in our forum and Guys are strating to join the Shady Army by changing their Team names to Loganrock,Jimborock,Starsrock, they love the Great Shadyrock. But why wouldnt you? think how boring some forums would be with out the Straw that stirs the drink.?

"Happy New Year! HAPPEEEEE NOOO YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!"The scream reverberated throughout the graveyard, echoing from gravestone to gravestone until it finally faded into the briefest of silences. "aHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURPS! Aw, that was a good one! 50 points! Did you hear that, Arkki? Arkki...? Arkki! Stop making out with that ornamental angel at once! Yes, I know she has a good set of knobs on her, but I don't think --- Ah, nevermind. I'll just get a few photos while I'm at it. Never know when you need to bribe a guy into buying a round."Suddenly, part of the graveyard was lit by a series of flashes, after which could be heard Arkki's voice, chanting in some weird cultist language, "Te j?lkis??d?s kuihtua ajaksi nyt kuluva Setaaaaaa!"

Its not that scary of a game.

That was never was this thread was about, though. *proffers Moondog Dunkel*Have a sip.

Woop, my favorite topic survived.