
Urizen |

Believe it or not, there's actually a loosely organized quorum to designate someone with the honor with the title of the next thread. I forget who's going to be bestowed the honor of naming rights at this point. Besides, what may have sounded clever then may not carry the same pizzazz as to what might be trending in present time.

Emperor7 |

I am not convinced that we will need a new thread title anytime soon. And actually, I hope we won't because that means I'm wrong about how robust the code is that we've rewritten a half dozen times (so far) to handle the delicious insanity....
So, you're recommending a full out uber-blitz to test the system? We'll have to see what we can line up for you. ;P

Conspiracy Buff |

Sebastian wrote:Site crash and paizo loses money from having less sales.DO EEEEET!!!!
What's the worst that could happen?
Or, the combined madness of those threads tears a hole in the internet, allowing digital beings from the 5th dimension access to our world. They quickly achieve a semi-corporeal state, allowing them to resist our conventional and nuclear weapons while subsequently and inevitably enslaving mankind and feasting on our spleens.

Justin Franklin |

doctor_wu wrote:Or, the combined madness of those threads tears a hole in the internet, allowing digital beings from the 5th dimension access to our world. They quickly achieve a semi-corporeal state, allowing them to resist our conventional and nuclear weapons while subsequently and inevitably enslaving mankind and feasting on our spleens.Sebastian wrote:Site crash and paizo loses money from having less sales.DO EEEEET!!!!
What's the worst that could happen?
WOOT!! We are going to Leng!!!

RedPorcupine |

FAWTL: Second Coming?
Love the poem ever since it was quoted in "Star of the Guardians" and i had to look it up.
Yeats, just in case:Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Harharhar, queue up to get your flaming sword !