12 step support for the spoiler-free

[Wolfie]

Well, I'm glad somebody has turned up on the good ship unspoiled. Beginning to think I was here all on my lonesome. And Spuckie - keep it up; no spoilers, or I'll wag my finger at you. I'm very good at wagging my finger, so you won't want to go there

My recommendation for the last few remaining unspoiled, is a course of sports activities on deck. To live music. So, we need suggestions for what sort of sports, and suggestions for the band.

Well..?

And where are all the other lovelies? Where is everybody?

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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!

[Dr.G]

Spuckie, you will notice there are many more posts in the spoiler thread now. If you are wondering whether you are missing out, then I can tell you: yes, you are. I just thought you'd want to know.

[Hanki]

don't listen to 'em spuckie! stick with us spolier free types and you'll be fine!

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Hannah's Home

Help me you bastards, I'm drowning not waving!

[This message has been edited by Hanki (edited January 25, 2002).]

[Forrister]

So!! The spoiler hos are at it again!! Trying to tempt honest, freedom loving kittens into their den of spoiler debauchery.

Garfield - this means war!! (pronounced waaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr!!!)

Load up all cannon with twinkies!! Launch the pig!! All hands to battle stations, I'm taking her in!!!

(oh and can we do it very very quietly - Katharyn is ill in the brig - she caught a cold - and I really don't want to wake her.)

Strages! Clamare et canes Martis elabare!
(Cry havoc! Let slip the dogs of war!)

[Dr.G]

Come get me Forrister, you can find me in the season six spoiler thread.

[Forrister]

Voila!! [Holds up a large squirming sack]

In this sack I have one Garfield who I captured in the spoiler thread. [which reminds me - I need to have a long shower to wash the spoiler taint off.]

What shall we do with this trophy maties?

Id in summum longurium quasi vexillum tollamusut videamus utrum quis id salutet, necne!
(Let’s run it up the flagpole and see if anyone salutes it!)

[Dr.G]

Forrister I applaud your bravery, you actually did it. Sorry to say there appears to have been a hole in your sack.
But you really should not have gone into the spoiler thread you know, quod licet Iovi, non licet bovi.

[This message has been edited by Dr.G (edited January 26, 2002).]

[Wolfie]

Well, Dr G may have escaped through a hole in the sack, but we will have our revenge:

I surrepticiously slipped up as the spoiled one dived overboard and attached a Wolfie's Own grenade. It sticks to jumpers, and only activates when a ho comes into contact with spoilers. It then explodes and showers everyone in the spoiler thread with manky fish poo. Very difficult to wash off

Now, me hearties, let's just sit back and wait for the screams to start.

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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!

[tommo]

I have a confession to make. I'm not proud of this, nor am I fully comfortable with it.

I'm um...kind of unspoiled.

Sigh.

This happened through events beyond my control and I didn't do it from free will, honestly.

Bah.

Humbug.

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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock

[Wolfie]

Well, at least you won't get hit by the fish poo fall-out!

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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!

[Katharyn]

quote:

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Originally posted by Wolfie:
Well, at least you won't get hit by the fish poo fall-out!

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You know the tone has definitely lowered in here since I last checked in.

Still living spoiler free...

Katharyn

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[WiccanBex]

i like spoilers... but not fish poo - that's enough to keep my spoilerfree forever!

stay strong, spuckie - new buffy will be here soon and then you won't need the spoilers anymore.

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"if you throw a stone, something's gonna shatter somewhere. We're all so fragile, we're all so scared."
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[tommo]

But the spoilers are so pretty...just look at them. They're like...pure green energy!

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"Bitter, party of one. Bitter, party of one." she muttered... ~ Four Months After by Capt. Murdock

[supermus]

I was spoiler-free until last months rerun HELL. I was surfing the internet and discovered the wonder that is spoilerville. Spoilers just make me look forward to the episodes more. I still enjoy it when it comes too. But I guess I'm not as strong as you brave spoiler-free kitties. If you guys want to stay clea, more power to ya.

Man I don't know how I managed to double post. I'm talented.

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"Is everyone here very stoned?"
"No! No, it's not a potion. You can tell by how damn SLOW it is."

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[Pixie]

*Pixie stands up and announces* "Hi, I'm Pixie, and I'm a recovering spoilerholic. I first went crazy with the spoilers when I discovered the Cross & Stake board a few weeks ago. It quickly developed into a problem. Before the last new episode, I even read Leoff's description of the ep. I watched the ep feeling so arrogant, because I knew what would happen. But something was missing. Part of the thrill was gone! *sniff* I felt ashamed, and slightly dirty, because my love of BtVS had been tainted by my spoiled state. I'm proud to say that I am now aware of my problem, and have resolved to be spoiler-free from now on."

*Pixie looks up, hoping to join the crew*

[Katharyn]

quote:

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Originally posted by Pixie:
[B*Pixie looks up, hoping to join the crew*[/B]

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Thrusts a mop in Pixie's hand for the fish poo mentioned above and then offers a promotion to Lieutenant for a sparkly deck... not that I am in any position to offer.

Welcome shipmate.

Katharyn

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[shannon720]

anyone know when and where "doublemeat palace" will be up?

[Pixie]

*salutes smartly* (virtual salute is SO much better than actual salute would be!)

Yes, Captain-Ma'am! Happy to be aboard.

*Idly moves fish-poo around the deck a bit*

Uh, BTW, where is Lieutenant in the pecking order?

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[Wolfix]

lol guys. I can't believe you are spoiler-free! It's so tempting!! Well, I may be spoiled, but at least I have my sanity... oh man, I wanna be insane too! Me! grrr...

Okay, I've been spoiler-free for the last 2 episodes. Can I join the club? Do I have to mop, coz I have a history of accidents involving fish poo, and I'd rather not add to it.

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Pen: Will work for money

bored?read me.

[Wolfie]

Okay, so when did the fish-poo end up on OUR deck?!? Has anyone been fiddling with my grenades? (fnar) Talk about a cunning plan involving poo backfiring! Ah, well.

Grabs mop and begins slopping out.

Maybe this was a bad idea, after all.

And virtual salutes are especially good. Personally, I have now perfected my Rimmer-salute, and, if I may say so myself, it's mighty impressive. Goes well with my epaulettes. Gets the tassels and shiny, shiny medals a-whirlin'.

Ah, well. My suggestion, is, if we've gotta mop, then we should mop with attitude. I have just the thing. Found a tape of a really early Manic's gig taped from the radio. All ropey sound and sloppy, but enthusiastic guitar-work, and Nicky Wire ranting and then some. Bless him.

Sings heartily as he mops:

You love us!
Oh, you love uuuus!
You love ... You love us, you love us, you love ...

Cavorts about the deck, brandishing a Fender Mopocaster, flailing away without shame.

Edited to add: Wolfix, of course you may join, and you don't have to mop, but you do have to come up with an exciting deck sport.

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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!

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[WiccanBex]

i'm not even tempted into the spoiler thread anymore...

the episode titles intrigue me... but that just makes me want to stay spoilerfree even more so that it's even cooler when i finially understand what it all means.

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"if you throw a stone, something's gonna shatter somewhere. We're all so fragile, we're all so scared."
Convention review site

[Charlie]

HAVE JUST FINISHED MY LAST EXAM!!!!!!!

Am killing time till I have to go meet my friend for lunch and silliness, but thought I'd pop in here and ask permission to come aboard. Not much of a sailor. I get very seasick (turn green, not pleasant!) and don't send me up the mast cos I won't be able to get back down again... BUT I am spoiler free! Have renounced my spoiler-hoish ways and have vowed never again to be dirtied by the big bad that is The Spoiler Demon.

And would very much like to join in the jumping up and down to the adorable Nicky Wire. I won't get much mopping done but hey, hoovering's more fun anyway, eh Nicky?

Permission to board requested, cap'n!

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‘When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids; when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.’
- Natalie Clifford Barney

[Wolfie]

*Glances around furtively*

Well, I ain't the cap'n, but by my bright and shiny medals, I would like to welcome you aboard anyway, Charlie. Especially in deference to another Wire fan! Yep, hoovering's fun, ain't it!

"Under tungsten glowiness - Dyson kills a carpet's fluffyness"

Heh.

And don't worry about the green and up-chucking side of sea travel - we have buckets stationed all around the poop deck (! how apt!)

Personally, the only time I like to go up the mast (oo-er), is when there's a major storm going on, then I do a Turner, and paint watercolours, whilst lashed to the crows nest, shouting "tally ho, zing zang spillip, and Bernard's your uncle!" It really is the life, you know.

I'm right there with you, Bex - with titles like "Shattered" and "Wrecked", I can't bloody wait!!!! I'm quivering with antici................pation!

Edited to add: You know, with the Melchett ref, the only song to sing should be

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Belts off, trousers down
Isn't life a scream, Oi!

Don't you think? After four, everyone -

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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!

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[Katharyn]

quote:

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Originally posted by Pixie:
Yes, Captain-Ma'am! Happy to be aboard.

*Idly moves fish-poo around the deck a bit*

Uh, BTW, where is Lieutenant in the pecking order?

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I ain't the Captain Pixie, and this is where it gets complicated.

Technically I am the Field Marshall (from our earlier incarnation as a spoiler free trench)and hold no position in the the shipboard order of command.

Kerry, AKA Forrister, is the Captain as she "found" the ship.

Wolfie tends to get to be Captain when I drag Kerry into the Brig/Hospital/Bordello for a few days intensive *cough* sunburn therapy. Otherwise he also takes the position more seriously than anyone else. Which is a bonus at sea.

Lieutenant is just where you start out... pretty much you can get promoted for farting round here, though no one can outrank Captain Kerry... Get it?

Katharyn

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[Hanki]

Sheesh away for a day and all these posts appear, lol.

i now officially hate Sky, me and my friend were playing on the sky interavtice Buffy/Angel quiz and they had a question that totally spoiled us both, grrrr.

is waaaaaaaaaar still being declared on the spolier ho's?? or am i too late for that??

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Hannah's Home -- My Collective Creative Crap

Help me you bastards, I'm drowning not waving!

[Forrister]

Well, well.

A deck full of swabbies, a fair wind, and all's well with the world.

Welcome aboard to all the new crew memebers - and old crew members. Katheryn thinks I am the most rank person on this ship - if I could get out of the brig and into the shower once in a while then I'd smell better.

[ toddles off and has a long bath in fragerant oils ]

Ah - thats better.

Now - down to business. The war is on hold - until Garfield tries something else. But we should still exercise the guns a bit - and if they happen to be pointed at the spoiler thead then so much the better.

Exceptio probat regulam in casibus non exceptis.
(The exception establishes the rule in cases not excepted.)

[Pixie]

*looks thoughtfully at the mopped up piles of fish-poo*
Do we have any cannons, or catapaults? Can we hurl some fish-poo at the spoiled masses?

Thanks for the clarification, Field Marshall Ma'am!

[Charlie]

*crawls into the thread and looks around blearily*
Note to self – a good time to stop drinking is when you’re seeing two of everything.

But hey, I’ve finished my exams - it was good enough reason to celebrate!! Went out in my ‘Utterly Wasted’ top and proceeded to make good on the claim. Mucho fun and silliness was had by all. Rah.

So… am sitting around at 4:31… yes, you did hear right… 4:31AM!!!! My friend is having a crisis and we’re waiting for him to finish. Most inconsiderate. Once he's done, finally, Rosie and I can go to bed.

So… not on top form this evening/morning, cap’n, due to one too many swigs of rum and excess singing of old sea shanties! But shove me onto the poop deck and a blast of fresh air’ll see me right as rain! Reporting for duty, cap’n! Awaiting orders!

*salutes impressively, trips over her own immaculately polished boots, collapses in bedraggled heap on deck and lands in fish poo that wasn’t cleaned up after yesterday’s hoovering*

...anyone up for a game of spot the newbie?...

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‘When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids; when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.’
- Natalie Clifford Barney

[Wolfie]

So, what do you do when you wait around for someone to finish a crisis? Is twiddling thumbs allowed, and is fretting banned, in favour of tutting at the inconsiderateness of it all (and yes, that is a word - I'll stake it by my bright and shiny medals).

And who allowed fresh air on the poop deck? It's disgraceful! I won't have it.

*lets out an enormous belch of a fart, and waits to get promoted*

I would suggest roasting the fish poo, until it achieves a good, solid, nuggety form, then popping it in a sling/trebuchet/catapult - it'll sting more when it lands!

Just been asked whether roasted fish poo makes nuggets of purest green - let's find out, and then we can cunningly fashion jewellery out of it, too. It'll also save on my budget when buying jewellery for my wife. Okay, just been given a look, and a pointed "what jewellery for your wife?", so gonna have to go here, and set the record straight. Right, then...

*rolls up sleeves, and attempts to think of some of the MANY instances when jewellery was purchased AT GREAT COST, with detriment to the Wolfie's purse strings (now very old and frayed from much jewellery buying)*

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*Sings*
Oh, you can tell, by the rapture on my face,
That synthetic fur makes for a sensual embrace!

[Charlie]

*adopts whinge face*

Ooooh, head not good this morning! Fresh air did not alleviate my pain, and neither did sitting on a train for four hours!

*quits whinging on account of all pain being self-inflicted... except the landing in poo - that was Nicholas W's fault for playing such damn moshable music*

My favourite time-killer whilst waiting for friends to finish having crises is actually Mah Jong (and making lemonade). Totally inconvienient, confuses all who dare approach and the pictures on the pieces are purty! Plus, makes it look like you are nonchalant and unbothered by said crisis happening. Not great on wet and windy ship decks though.

*decides to stop babbling since babble has become worryingly incomprehensible. Heads below to join Wolfie in poo-roasting fun*

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‘When she lowers her eyes she seems to hold all the beauty in the world between her eyelids; when she raises them I see only myself in her gaze.’
- Natalie Clifford Barney