Romance on the forum ...
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Under extreme time restraints today I shall try to leave you demanding more. The usual disclaimers, thanks in advance to all participants, volunteers or reluctant. Those disinterested why are you still reading.
The HR department concerned for the safety of Seraphine have congregated in the lunch room. Behind the closed door, voices can be heard. What they are saying is not yet known. One by one the techno geeks enter, stay a while then come out. Scurrying back to their computer screens to play Suduko. ... no I mean fix crashes, bugs and hunt down hackers.
It is not clear until Ironangel, the big bronzed beautiful hunk of a moderator that he is ..... ladies sigh, struts his stuff to the lunch room. Never one to hide his apparatus, his halo is worn proudly on display. His emerges and announces loudly in that Irish accent (please choose from the following choices: New Zealand, Fijian, Tongan, Muppet and of course my personal favourite Irish) I got lucky. Smiling from ear to ear, he waltzes past the others. They stare in wonder at the being that he is ... and please return my player once you have finished with him.
Apparently a budding entrepreneur, we shall call him Tim, has set up a betting system. A few members of the forum or gaming world randomly chosen and given odds based on the likelihood of attracting Seraphine's attention. Apparently you can not place a bet on me .... I am in the red. Is that a good thing?
There are a couple of rank outsiders, Lucky, Ethics and someone called Ravenlord. Good odds have been given to Yellowmar, Porcupine, FroggyKilla and Dbjuski ... you know who I mean.. Of course the red hot favourites are big Brandy, little Brandy aka Whoknows and one other ....Aitor-NationsLeague. I mean .. come on he has a blue dragon
Seraphine has tried all day not to be distracted by the titterings of her co workers. Though as the day goes on their constant jabbering is as annoying as crickets calling for mates in spring. She seeks solitude, grabbing her secret stash of chocolate, that everyone knew about, her knitting and the 2 litres of Farmers Union Iced Coffee ( yes this is a real product, will I get in trouble for advertising it .. hope not) she heads off to the sick room.
Throwing out GreatSlothDectective who was caught investigating the comfort of the chair, she settles in for some well deserved me time. Security having been on high alert since this scandal broke out, set upon him instantly and wrestle him to the ground. No one has seen him for months so this is a reasonable response. He is taken away for questioning and a full body search.
Finally alone with her thoughts and munchies, Seraphine has time to think things through.. A plan of her own becomes clear. Smiling to herself she giggles, then snorts as she burts into laughter. She will have her cake, her preference is vanilla butter cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, and eat it too.
I must leave it here for now. Have a good day everyone. If you have any objection about being brought into the tale just message me and let me know. Nicely please. ☺
The HR department concerned for the safety of Seraphine have congregated in the lunch room. Behind the closed door, voices can be heard. What they are saying is not yet known. One by one the techno geeks enter, stay a while then come out. Scurrying back to their computer screens to play Suduko. ... no I mean fix crashes, bugs and hunt down hackers.
It is not clear until Ironangel, the big bronzed beautiful hunk of a moderator that he is ..... ladies sigh, struts his stuff to the lunch room. Never one to hide his apparatus, his halo is worn proudly on display. His emerges and announces loudly in that Irish accent (please choose from the following choices: New Zealand, Fijian, Tongan, Muppet and of course my personal favourite Irish) I got lucky. Smiling from ear to ear, he waltzes past the others. They stare in wonder at the being that he is ... and please return my player once you have finished with him.
Apparently a budding entrepreneur, we shall call him Tim, has set up a betting system. A few members of the forum or gaming world randomly chosen and given odds based on the likelihood of attracting Seraphine's attention. Apparently you can not place a bet on me .... I am in the red. Is that a good thing?
There are a couple of rank outsiders, Lucky, Ethics and someone called Ravenlord. Good odds have been given to Yellowmar, Porcupine, FroggyKilla and Dbjuski ... you know who I mean.. Of course the red hot favourites are big Brandy, little Brandy aka Whoknows and one other ....Aitor-NationsLeague. I mean .. come on he has a blue dragon
Seraphine has tried all day not to be distracted by the titterings of her co workers. Though as the day goes on their constant jabbering is as annoying as crickets calling for mates in spring. She seeks solitude, grabbing her secret stash of chocolate, that everyone knew about, her knitting and the 2 litres of Farmers Union Iced Coffee ( yes this is a real product, will I get in trouble for advertising it .. hope not) she heads off to the sick room.
Throwing out GreatSlothDectective who was caught investigating the comfort of the chair, she settles in for some well deserved me time. Security having been on high alert since this scandal broke out, set upon him instantly and wrestle him to the ground. No one has seen him for months so this is a reasonable response. He is taken away for questioning and a full body search.
Finally alone with her thoughts and munchies, Seraphine has time to think things through.. A plan of her own becomes clear. Smiling to herself she giggles, then snorts as she burts into laughter. She will have her cake, her preference is vanilla butter cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, and eat it too.
I must leave it here for now. Have a good day everyone. If you have any objection about being brought into the tale just message me and let me know. Nicely please. ☺
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We shall continue. ...
Big Brandy, having picked up on the negative impact re his treatment of the other spore, has hired a public relations person to improve his image. Starting with full page advertisements on his great non existent charity work, photos have been leaked to the media. Showing Brandy helping out at soup kitchens, building shelters for the homeless (ironic really considering what he did to little Brandy ) and adopting orphaned players.
A gym membership has also been organised but he has yet to be seen working out .....
Little Brandy has gone off the deep end in his attempts to gain favor. Summoning all sorts of weird things to help him, he has even tried a voodoo doll. Unfortunately for him, being a clone means each time he stabs it with a pin, he feels it too.
All this time Seraphine has been busy. In the quiet solitude of the sick room, her plan to resolve this dilemma is finally finished. Along with what ever it was she was knitting. Checking her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the stray lock of her hair, she is ready at last. Decision is made, there can be only one. ( cue music from the fim Highlander )
The crowd of curious players, techno guys, and others that have taken a wrong turn are all waiting. The two Brandys stand in opposite corners, flexing their muscles. A hush decends as Seraphine enters.
She beckons to both Brandys. Drawn to her like moths to a flame, they gaze hopefully up. She bends and tickles them both. Little Brandy faints. Big Brandy pulls himself together at the last moment. Could it be him ....
She has a gift for Big Brandy. Something hand made or knitted, still made by Seraphine, Brandy eagerly accepts. A cosy knitted blanket type thing, off white in colour with draw strings. Not exactly what he had in mind, but he graciously accepts. Sitting himself in the middle with the smug look on his face. Surely he is the chosen one.
Pulling the draw strings close, Brandy is engulfed in a warm cocoon. He is happy ... blissfully happy. He closes his eyes. He is the chosen one ...
Do not despair those of you that have been secretly hoping it will be little Brandy that wins over the lady. Seraphine is not yet done.
She has another knitted blanket, this one green to match little Brandys favourite veggie, the humble sprout. Scooping up the little guy she encloses him too. Tying both packages to a paddle, she has them confined. Gently at first she rocks them. They knock into each other. Both Brandys fully awake now realise their fate. Walking away relieved that she has successfully resolved the sibling rivalry she continues to knock some sense into them.
She really does have them by their conkers!
This has been tremendous fun, a change from game grizzlies and other forum topics.
Thank you once again to all those that have been included.
Big Brandy, having picked up on the negative impact re his treatment of the other spore, has hired a public relations person to improve his image. Starting with full page advertisements on his great non existent charity work, photos have been leaked to the media. Showing Brandy helping out at soup kitchens, building shelters for the homeless (ironic really considering what he did to little Brandy ) and adopting orphaned players.
A gym membership has also been organised but he has yet to be seen working out .....
Little Brandy has gone off the deep end in his attempts to gain favor. Summoning all sorts of weird things to help him, he has even tried a voodoo doll. Unfortunately for him, being a clone means each time he stabs it with a pin, he feels it too.
All this time Seraphine has been busy. In the quiet solitude of the sick room, her plan to resolve this dilemma is finally finished. Along with what ever it was she was knitting. Checking her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the stray lock of her hair, she is ready at last. Decision is made, there can be only one. ( cue music from the fim Highlander )
The crowd of curious players, techno guys, and others that have taken a wrong turn are all waiting. The two Brandys stand in opposite corners, flexing their muscles. A hush decends as Seraphine enters.
She beckons to both Brandys. Drawn to her like moths to a flame, they gaze hopefully up. She bends and tickles them both. Little Brandy faints. Big Brandy pulls himself together at the last moment. Could it be him ....
She has a gift for Big Brandy. Something hand made or knitted, still made by Seraphine, Brandy eagerly accepts. A cosy knitted blanket type thing, off white in colour with draw strings. Not exactly what he had in mind, but he graciously accepts. Sitting himself in the middle with the smug look on his face. Surely he is the chosen one.
Pulling the draw strings close, Brandy is engulfed in a warm cocoon. He is happy ... blissfully happy. He closes his eyes. He is the chosen one ...
Do not despair those of you that have been secretly hoping it will be little Brandy that wins over the lady. Seraphine is not yet done.
She has another knitted blanket, this one green to match little Brandys favourite veggie, the humble sprout. Scooping up the little guy she encloses him too. Tying both packages to a paddle, she has them confined. Gently at first she rocks them. They knock into each other. Both Brandys fully awake now realise their fate. Walking away relieved that she has successfully resolved the sibling rivalry she continues to knock some sense into them.
She really does have them by their conkers!
This has been tremendous fun, a change from game grizzlies and other forum topics.
Thank you once again to all those that have been included.
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