BS's jouney thru SYM's tunnels ISO love

[Sailor Saturn]

Quote:

Originally posted by Bloodstalker he puts the image out of his mind

Not an easy task, I imagine.


I'm glad my throne room is on Saturn rather than Earth.

[Bloodstalker]

Thanks guys. glad you like it. Just noticed I misspelled the title of the thread, how embarrassing. Well, back to the maps.

[Bloodstalker]

This has to be it. Third time is the charm as they say. rubbing his hands together in gleeful anticipation of the companionship he is about to have, BS head up through the floor. dammit! still, he is suffering setbacks. This is not the room of hisobject of affection. That is apparent as soon as his eyes adjust to the light.

The first thing he sees is one of those old plastic toy lightsabers, only this one is different from any he has seen before. This one has something drawn on the plastic blade in crayon? no, magic marker. Long streaks of flame have been drawn, evidently, this is the infamous Sword of Flames. Now he realizes where he is, and looks around for the occupant. He perks up as he hears the name of Ysh and Viv being mentioned, along with T, Georgi and various other SYMettes. To judge from the excited tone, maybe he has arrived in the middle of a party!

Then, the bathroom door opens, and BS's hopes are dashed. Out walks Waverly, clad only in a towel around his waist, carrying some duckies, a tugbat, and a turtle?? Watching as Waverly reverently replaces his bath toys on the dresser, he notices that yes, indeed, Waverly is lacking any semblence of body hair, just razor burn. Then the strangest sight BS has ever seen begins to unfold. Watching in utter astonishment, Waverly takes out several toupees, and begins to super glue them to his chest. a novel idea, and very creative, but it seems that the master of flames could not be bothered to to purchase the toupees of the same color.

As waverly sits at the computer, a dazed light comes to his eyes. He looks gleefully through SYM, flaming and flirting, all the while mumbling something about Minerva and the broken promise she made to him that caused him to shave his hair. The figure reaches to scratch his chest, and his fingers get stuck in the glue, locking him in a position that makes him appear to be groping his own chest.This seems to annoy him, and he reaches with his free hand for the lightsaber.

losing interest, and not wanting to be cought looking at any of this, BS drops back into the tunnel. Damn, this is more confusing than he had thought. He sits and gazes at the map for many moments, draws out his next path, and begins to walk with purpose down yet another tunnel. Perhaps a drink before his next surfacing. After the last 3 tries, he needs one...............

[frogus]

ROFLMAO!!! heeehhee! oohhohhoo! heehoo...
good one BS. Am currently trying to edit Irenicus' Dungeon to include a wandering Bug-BS in sewer regions...

ps has anyone stopped to wonder what might be at the end of this labyrinth? Flee now, Oh ladies of SYM, flee now!

[Robnark]

whohoo! BS is the man/ dude/ daddy/ dog's knackers! you just have to wonder how much spare time he has though, and worry about the coming revelations...

[Waverly]

At least he didn’t see my Vivien the Little Mermaid bath toy. That could have been embarrassing.

You can tell that this is a work of fiction and not a true travelogue by the fact that BS did not pop out of his hole and attempt to relieve me of my towel.

[Aegis]

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Originally posted by Waverly At least he didn’t see my Vivien the Little Mermaid bath toy. That could have been embarrassing. You can tell that this is a work of fiction and not a true travelogue by the fact that BS did not pop out of his hole and attempt to relieve me of my towel.

and to our great relief, I might add...

[Yshania]

This is so funny!! BS - you have the element of genius warming again!

[Georgi]

LMAO! @BS - this is much better than your Hermit thread

*wonders how much it would cost to get the cellar steel-reinforced*

[Eerhardt]

BS, I must congratulate you on this excellent story as well ** hands BS a congratulatory Electric Shine Stinger and then makes his way back to the surface, lighting his path with an old light powered by E.S.S. **

[Bloodstalker]

BS was tired, dissapointed, and rather disturbed by the images he had seen so far. His hope had not diminished, yet, he now felt a strange uneasiness as he looked at the current tunnel. Still, he had weeded out three mistakes, so he climbed up the tunnel and peeke over the edge of the floor.

This room carried none of the strangeness of the prior ones. There were no towles, no crowns, no toupees, and yet, still, there, sitting in a chair before the computer, was not the object of his desires. No, this was a man, one who looked as if he had not slept in several days at least.

Looking around, he took in the room. He looked at a frame on the wall labeled Goody, with a post number written in red beneath it. under, there were numerous threads, all cut down in their prime, all with lower post counts that Goody. Surely, this was some strange shrine of great importance to the man.

Along the desk there were machines for the use of processing credit cards and such, all in the name of the Sleep Retirement Fund. So, this was the room of Sleep. Looking at the man now, BS realized why he looked as he did.

Sleep was unkept, mouth slack open, a small line of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He constanly browsed through SYM, trying in vain to keep up as new posts required him to read the same topics over and over. Every once in a while, he would scream in rage...."Not Goody" and take the shears of Thread Cutting and kill a thread, lauging all the while.

Just as BS's compassion for the man's circumstances began to build, a very strange thing happened. Sleep got up, closed all the shades, and pulled a lever in the crner. Immediately, the room was turned into a dance hall, disco ball, stage and all. As BS looked on in horror, Sleep jumped on the stage, and tore off his clothing, revealing a go go outfit under his clothes. A full lenghth mirror appeared by the stage, and Sleep began to dance, gyrating and stuffing dollar bills into his own waistline. He pranced and blew kisses into the mirror, ever so often excaiing "Go me!" The sight of the mod in little go go shorts a halter top and thigh high spike heeled boots was too much for BS. It only got worse when Sleep pulled out the lotion.

BS dropped back into the tunnels, amazed and somewhat disturbed. Trying to block out the sounds of "I'm Too Sexy" blaring on the sound system mixed with the occasional "work it baby" and "shake your bon bon" BS shook his head and looked at the map again. Damn his sources, by the time he reached his love, he would be too scarred to do anything. Taking a bottle from his coat pocket, he drank deeply, then wandered off down the tunnel. Damn, he was glad he didn't have a photographic memory.....................

EDIT! Ah Ah ah ah staying alive staying alive ah ah ah ah....

[KidD01]

ROFLMGDAOTIRRVH, BS that's hillarious

BTW your thread title kinda remind me of an old PC games "Leisure Suit Larry"

<EDIT>Too bad you didn't hear Sleepys Gloria Gaynor collections

[VoodooDali]

@BS: good one--revenge for the closing of BSToN? Well, if this thread gets closed, we'll know who did it. Poor Sleep (although I rather pictured him dancing in his blue striped speedo and christmas lights.)

[Nippy]

LOL, very funny BS, good work!

[Ned Flanders]

by voodoodali
although I rather pictured him dancing in his blue striped speedo and christmas lights.)

You realize, BS didn't stick around for the second set. You may yet be right. Just wait for Sleep's rockumentary.

btw BS, this is a great thread. I fear the day you poke your head into fable's laboratory.