dave (tomo): I had this great idea: we form a "See You Next Year" group, and in a year, those of us who are still here start a war with the drow. :) ken (marten): uh-oh, Dave is coming up with "sacred vow of vengeance" plots.... jake (martin): Is this biotmc or biotyc? dave: No no, it's the "sacred cow of vengeance" plot. We have one year to make a cow out of foam and duct tape. :) brian (seiji): It was the cow, drow, not me! No, not me! AaahhhhhhhhhH!!!! jake: How now, black drow? joe (thom): Moo. Death? ken: Moo. Moo. ken: Jake: it's like Bessie all over again.... brian: Are the drow slaying the cow, us slaying the drow, or the cow slaying us all? I'm confused. ken: that's the cow kicking drow ass. dave: No no. It's a little-known fact that the cow is the natural predator of the drow. joe: ah. Drow-Eating Cow! jake: Ken: you sick bastard. I think it's the apocalypse cow brian: You're right, I didn't know that. I obviously need more sage so I could learn such things. jake: more sage for seiji! ken: ooo, bovine weaponsmaster. or even "bovine willmaster" brian: We could make the Cult of Raiden Moo. jake: we forget "cow" on the dartboard brian: No no, cows are too special to be a random plot. jake: I think the cow is related to the U.E. dave: Udder Empire? dave: maybe i should post this zlog to the messageboard. :) "Legends Plot Meeting. 2:30 am. Pizza's all gone. 3 plots left." jake: Definitely... ken: U.E.? "Blow out all the candles!" "Moo." "And, um, restrain that cow!" "Moo." I said restrai...oh shit" "Moo!" jake: U.E. = Ultimate Evil dave: Maim! Maim! Moo! Moo! Aaaugh! Maim! Death! Death! Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! jim (damer): This is not even close to being my fault. ken: "Maim! Maim! Maim! Maim! " "Resist. Moo." dave: Joel: OK, we need more plot. How about we start with the you-ee. Steve: The Udder Empire? Joel: uhh- Dan: Yeah! The Okimen cows have come home to roost-- Joel: Cows don't roost, Dan-- Steve: and cows are the natural hunters of drow... joe: It's a full moon. Were-Cows! ken: no, Joe, Battlecows. brian: "We'll bring in drow hunters from Kous in Okima?" "Where? Kous?" "Good idea, Okian werecows." dave: OK, Marten, you and Damer take on the 1% battlecow over there. Seiji, see if you can keep that 2% battlecow at bay long enough for Martine to try turning it. Mieko, you're with me; we're gonna try to help out Bran and Gared take down that heavy-cream battlecow. Let's move, people. jake: Shit, that one's in an Icon of Cud! jim: I'm going to grab the chocolate cow and park it outside your cabin with a few icon oils, Tomo, for when you go to bed. Did I mention that it's real easy for a cow to stay in an icon as long as it wants? New rule. ken: "oh shit! Chocolate!" ken: "why is that battle cow pink?" "oh, god, the rumors must be true...." "what rumors?" "...the strawberry battlecow!" brian: The source of strawberry milk? ken: AKA "Bloodcow" jim: Yeah, you know how frost hobgoblins only come out when it snows? Well this cow only comes out when Martin and Bloodmoon mate and have children. dave: So *that's* what Delia meant. What? "Bloodcow Cudstalker." Oh -shit-. jake: You'd better mean Marten - I hate to think of the insanity in a Spawn of Martin dave: This one? No! Parry! Parry! This one? No! Slay! Maim! Paryy! This one? No, goddammit, the wrangler hat, the wrangler hat! Parry! Dammit, Bran, you have to have one somewhere! ken: no, Jim, you'd better mean Martin.... jake: Is Jeff Hoyland playing the cow? ken: "Moo. Beserk." "oh dear god!" dave: Crushing Blow! Crushing Blow! Crushing Blow! Homogenize! ken: Fury: Bull jake: We need red lights now to decoy them away! Where's the willmasters? ken: so BattleBulls have Fury: Will hm, this is sounding like Los Diablos from Deadlands... joe: Garrett and the battlecow that way... I'm going this way... jake: Always let sleeping bulls lie. ken: today's story is "Bran and Gared go Bull-tipping" jake: Death: I see you have returned to my realm again, Bran and Gared. I suppose you want to make another stupid bargain? Bran: Well, yeah, I suppose... Death: Right. Go bring me the head of the Battlecow. Suckers.