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Daghdha

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Since the actual playing of the game is slowly being taken over by a bunch of people who can play, hehe, I might as well step back (No Tubby, You stay there) and instead remind y'all that KISS is the only team left to publically report from The World of Meleet (according to Idiots). We have some superb writers/wackos within our ranks who could easily outwit the stuff posted so far, even if a lot of it it mighty fun.
I suggest we call it " The Crazy Eye"
 
I think that's a great idea Daghie. I suggest Booti write it and you can make it look "purty". He's one funny dude and we are a funny bunch.

Here would be a few ideas from me....
Though we may not have fought a war, we had total chaos rip through KISS when our internal wars were flamed in the Chuck Norris discussions.

Our mapping the idiots was good so how about some discussion about how two people came together to form KISS....the idiots and grumpy old men. Most important we have our own Goddess Gram H the Ancient Crone. Who else has one of those?

Maybe something about having a Provo sighting along the lines of Elvis or seeing aliens, Loch Ness monster....

Another could be a poll about our views of each of the other teams but there are no results because we don't vote. :D

Of course, something about "the symetrical one" our Great Meleet.
 
Whomp said:
Of course, something about "the symetrical one" our Great Meleet.
Sounds like Brave New World:

May Meleet bless you.

Thank Meleet it's Friday.
 
Butterball, a former railroad track walker, was looking for root berries in a field outside the town of Dunderhead when he spied a man he was certain was Provo stepping into an abandoned old schoolhouse. "I know it was him, because he had a cape on and white satin pants with bell bottoms and lots of them spangle things that catch the sun and glitter sewed onto them pants," said Mr. B-ball. When he approached the building Butterball said he heard "a voice humming the strains of that Hunka Hunka Love song. There was no mistaking that voice. It was Provo's sound. I went in the door real fast and surprised Provo. He said he had just gone in there to find some momentary relief and asked me to respect his privacy. I told him I surely would because I truly had respect for him and his kind. He said he appreciated that and to thank me I could pick up a new Cadillac quarterhorse at the Dunderhead dealership, which I did the next day and put 214,000 miles on it before it quit on me".

Kickbootie, an incense salesman and way cool dude from the northern parts of Greenland reported he saw Provo relieving himself at a urinal in the men's room at Fuddrucker's in Simpleton. Kickbootie said he was at the next urinal and looked over and saw Provo. "I couldn't believe it. I said, you're Provo, and he said, 'No, Ted Kennedy,' but I know he was kidding. He washed up and left before I had even flushed." Kickbootie's affidavit was corroborated by Gozpel, who was in a stall in the men's room at the time of this sighting. He said the words, "No, Ted Kennedy" sounded exactly like Provo's voice when he sang the song "Rubble" in the movie King Creole.
 
That's great Daghie. Ha! I think I'll try to write a little history of how we came together as one.
 
The peaceful Celts has not fought any wars so far....for what you know. The Crazy Eye can now reveal that a vicious battle has been going on within team KISS for some time. The reason for this much heated debate is the question about who is the toughest dude, Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee. There have been some foul play involving postsing pictures of Mr. Norris in a mullet and a thight spandex suit. The Norris camp has retorted by claiming Lee was "an old fart in pyjamas". At a certain point it looked like a civil war was going to break out and threats were made of "leaving this bunch of wussies and join a tougher team overseas". Admiral Kutzov heard of this and, being chief of the fleet, immediately burned all of our floating devices.
Luckily the whole issue was settled when Grahamiam presented the thoughest dude of all....The Google Cat.
 
I may not be good but I'm slow. I submit this for team review. Make sure it represents KISS properly and doesn't tip our diplomatic hand.

I can e-mail the MS Word file to Dag for 'prettification' if necessary. Let me know.

Oh, and in honor of the Chicago Trib and NY Times, it is long and narative in nature.




Sober Reflection Reveals Startling Facts
“MIAers are ugly and their mommas dress them funny.”

The recent cooling in the relationship between KISS and MIA caught many political analysts by surprise. While this course of events remained unexplained for some time, an in-depth study by the Idiot Intelligence Initiative (3rd I) has uncovered the shocking cause of this geopolitical turn of events – an unexpected outbreak of sobriety.

For decades border towns along KISS's southern frontier had been the center of the green fraternity. Celts and Greeks often crossed the border for trade, fraternization and drinking parties. “It was great,” says Igor, notable gadfly and chairmen of the Gary Busey school of Geometry and Drink (their motto is “Show me the Proof!”) located at the University of Simpleton. “Greeks would come here and we would swap stories and play drinking games. My favorite is when we would sneak a hoplite’s Corinthian helmet, use it as a bed pan, get him roaring drunk and tell him to put on his hat before he left. Good times. Good times.”

The alcohol fueled amity soured when the beer, wine and spirits was interrupted due to a flooding which made the southern roads impassable to transport wagons.

“We were nearly a month without alcohol!” said Scoutsout, who was traveling through the region on ‘company business’ (wink, wink). “The only thing I remember of the first three days was a blinding headache. Next there were the bugs and snakes that seemed to crawl out of my eyes. After that things got much worse.”

The ‘worse’ was that for the first time KISS residents were able to appraise the residents of MIA while sober.

An obviously distraught Soul Warrior recounts this harrowing tale. “After my delirium tremens quit I went to the local pub. They didn’t have any booze, but the nachos were good. I was in the middle of a plate when this woman runs up squealing, jumps in my lap, gives me a bear hug and shoves her tongue down my throat. Now normally, I encourage such behavior but…” At this point in the interview Soul Warrior begins shaking and his eyes take on a wild quality. “Normally I wouldn’t mind, but she was ugly! I don’t mean homely, I don’t mean good personality, I mean double-bag, chew your arm off, Janet Reno ugly!”

It turns out that the woman in questions, Althea, is an MIA resident and trader who had been dating Soul Warrior for the previous six months.

“I had never seen her sober,” sobbed Soul Warrior. “It wasn’t my fault, the pub had bad lighting and, and…her breath, her garlic breath. And hairy!?! Don’t they have razors in MIA? Haven’t they even invented the RAZOR!”

The interview concluded when Soul Warrior ran into the nearby jungle screaming “The hair! Dear Meleet so much hair! Shave for crying out loud. SHAAAAAVE!” Soul Warrior has not been heard from since.

While Soul Warrior’s reaction may have been extreme, his experience was by no means uncommon.

Boern-el Feared, whose ‘Ouzo Queen’ was actually a high-pitched voice hoplite named Agamemnon, had a more typical reaction. “There isn’t enough spices on Rik to get that taste out of my mouth. I may have been drunk but he was sneaky, and besides he was wearing a dress! They’re scientifically inclined, CAN’T THEY INVENT PANTS! As far as I’m concerned any society that would produced a high voiced dude who will buy you drinks from 2am – 4am while wearing a dress and telling you he 'loves to watch sports too' simply can’t be trusted.”

Scores of KISSers found that their MIA girlfriends, drinking buddies and business partners were actually ugly women, hoplites in drag or Ronco representatives.

After the road north was repaired and alcohol shipments resumed, consumption immediately jumped 200% as alcohol fueled amore turned to alcohol fueled rage and resentment.

The response to revelations regarding the true nature of KISS's 'Green Partners' has been anger and mistrust. Greek traders are being closely checked, some Greek establishments such as “Billy Goats” have been burned and all Greek women are being turned back at the border. Gyro stands, once a staple in these southern towns have been put out of business and replaced with other establishments. “MIA can take their feta goat squeezings and shove them up their #%$*@!” said Admiral Kutzov. "I don't want ANYTHING Greek around me. I've even stopped taking olives in my martinis. I'm willing to pay a price for my convictions."

Time will tell if this mood swing will be temporary or more enduring. In the meantime alcohol is available, the borders are tight, and the freewheeling frontier temperament has been tempered with a sober commitment to KISS’s beloved form of idiocy.

“An experience like that changes you,” Boern said in a follow up interview. We met at the “Iron Elbow Pub and Grill.” The slightly shell-shocked expression he had at our previous interview was gone. Rather, an intensely serious man sat across from me holding an ale in one hand, and the shapely waist of a stunning red-head named Tera in the other. “After our experience with MIA,” he said taking a drink of his beer and squeezing his date, “I know what is worth protecting.”
 
A KISS geneaology
Many moon ago there was a world developed called "SG". SG is a world where people came together to take on heathen artificial intelligence and protect the world as we know it.
Two distinct clans evolved out of this world. The padawan idiots led by the "eldest idiot" Admiral Kutzov and their smarter yet angry counterparts "the Grumpy old men". This bond that would bind these clans for generations of SG's.

As time passed, these two clans came together to fight battles together. The "Grumpy old men" teaching the padawan idiots the tricks of the trade. The padawan idiots learned great things from the "Grumpy old men". In one SG the Grumpy's took on the most vicious of AI…Sid in SG Magnificient 7+1. This would go down in history as one of the classic SG's of all time.

In the meantime, as these two clans collided a new world was introduced....The World of Meleet :worship:. This was a very different world for the SG clans. A world where other clans from close and far would come together for a common goal. The two SG clans would hope to stand the test of time against these other clans. Now that they've come together, they are now known as the anarchist Keep it Simple Stupids(aka K.I.S.S.). way too cool dudes.

Here is a little history of some of the citizens of KISS:

The Grumpy old Men
Bede of the Cape Cod Grumpy's: Known as the Grumpy old Monk. The educator of many idiots. He's a pretentious, cantankerous, prolix, over analytical ass who specializes in specialists and is especially known for his "temple rant". Was caught with Isabella in the cockpit showing Joanie his joystick in the League of Ordinary Gentlemen
Sir Bugsy of the Pacific Northwest Grumpy's:A Grumpy, ancient, mean, know-it-all who doesn't, a classic dope, in the League of Ordinary Gentlemen he somehow ended up in the planetary party lounge with Joanie and was last heard dodging utensils. Let's hope they have this guy play a lot of the turns.
Grahamiam of the Pennsylavania Grumpy's: The penny pinching Grumpy. Some would contend the quietest but most talented of the Grumpys.
Scoutsout of the Flaw-dah Grumpy's: Always "has an idea". Second-hand warhorse; kicked out of class in GK2. Knows the difference between a calculated risk and a stupid gamble, but doesn't always care. Has lost more armies to culture flips than combat. In the League of Ordinary Gentlemen he was caught breaking into a stash of :beer: while bird doggin' Cleo. Also has said he's never jumped out of a good plane. Only one's with holes in them.
Gozpel of Australian Grumpy: This grumpy is known for naming his first warrior Bubba. Also famous for his: "Just whack them. Whack'em all! His signature says Fuzzy-wuzzy. The story goes when his daughter found him picking some navel-lint a few years a go, and she pointed at it and said: Fuzzy-wuzzy. Damn if he knows what they are teaching his kids these days.
Barbslinger of the Southern Cal Slingers: Not a hard man to track. Leaves dead men wherever he goes..... and empty bottles. His geneaology is still in question. There are many, many famous SG's this one has won. Best known for his ruthlessness on the battle field while slingin' shots and beers.
The Idiots
Admiral Kutzov of the Pennsyltucky Idiots: The eldest idiot at 14 1/2 years old in a much older person's body. He has a sidekick named Igor. On occasion, he has been known to go off the deep end after many libations. Loves floatie things and things that go bang.
Daghdha the anarchist Swedish Idiot: Our drummer boy. The idiot can bang the skins. Originally one of the blind mice who was easily converted to idiocy by Admiral Kutzov and Whomp.
Brit Soul Warrior living in Israel Idiocy: Known as the jive talkin' idiot. Recently moved homes and is missed by the Idiots very much. He brings jive to the party.
Major Idiot Whomp aka POTKISS-Chicago check the gene pool idiocy: Really 13 1/2 years old but truly the "eldest and baldest idiot". goes under many aliases Whomper, Panda Boy, Whompee...once screwed up the ToE so bad in a SG that he ended up with fascism as his free tech. Major League Idiot.
Tubby Rower of South Carolina idiot geekness faction: Resident geek Magna Cum Laude from Climpson. It is rumored his findings were the reason Provolution is missing or exiled. Learned from the grumpy old man and Magnificent 7+1 Dmanakho. His claim to fame is he manages to mine food bonuses in despotism
Beorn-el-Feared of Quebec City academy idiocy: Idiot Academy, File 13 and pregnant. He understands polynomials. Good tactics but overall ignorant screw-up, might hopefully lead them to stupid plans that'll lose the game.
Iroquois Plisken Maine Idiot--The Pliskenator. One of the youthful idiots. Everyone is trying to understand how he puts up with the idiots
Pentium of Slovenian idiocy: The idiot processor. Capable of capturing a city with an overpowering SoD regardless of the fact that the enemy just captured half of his empty core.
Own of the North Carolina developing idiocy amongst youths federation: AKA Young grasshoppah, known for making silly stupid mistakes in SG's, too bad he hasn't played any turns.
Not admitting to Idiocy...yet.
Crakie--of the Netherlands eat your babies. Talks too much sense to be a idiot but was recently part of a Bede driven SG.
Butterball of the "check Whomp's gene pool but it's really not my fault I swear fame".--Likely the reason Whomp has so many issues. Cheats at monopoly.
Mistfit of the Upper Penninsula artists: The artist extraordinare. Sorted SG & SGOTM history. Once devised a plan to give away a size 11 fully improved, 2nd ring, Industrial Age, city to the enemy. Also the bearer of many Wooden SGOTM Utensils. In short questionable player....but rather stylish.
Kickbooti of the Michigan Bootiliciousnesses: No discnernable skills. Tries to comment often enough that people don't notice he doesn't say anything. (Likes Temples, but knows enough to keep quiet about it.)
Smart...location unknown: Late comer to the SG world. A developing geneaology.
Barbu of the French Canadian Barbu'sAnother highly talented but quiet memeber (tm) of KISS. Speaks French so misunderstood at times but dishes out the best trivia ever. :D
In a class by herself and the only team with a goddess :worship:
GmaHarriet of the California Goddess': The ancient crone is in a class by herself. All the other MTDG teams may have Meleet but KISS has a goddess. Fully trained by two very different Grumpys.

plus she gives us these. :D

 
Booti that is seriously funny!!! LOL. A few changes though...
Bootilicious said:
like Effing Whoming Rower and Senellityville
Bootilicious said:
Boern-el Feared, whose ‘Ouzo Queen’ was actually a high-pitched voice hoplite named Agamemnon, had a more typical reaction. “There isn’t enough spice in Senelityville to get that taste out of my mouth.
I would name names. The other continent has no idea about these names.
Kickbooti said:
and Ronco representatives
:rotfl:
Kickbooti said:
Gyro stands, once a staple in these southern towns have been put out of business and replaced with bakeries selling donuts, a fried pastry fast becoming a favorite among KISSers. Some analysts wonder if this change in eating habits might be reflective of a political mood-swing.


“MIA can take their feta goat squeezings and shove them up their #%$*@!” said Admiral Kutzov between double chocolate donuts. “I don’t know much about the Iroquois, but they make a mean pastry. And that’s worth something in my book.”
I think we should edit this a bit since MIA has no idea that we're cozy'ing up to Donut. Maybe say gyros are still a staple but the Pocket Fisherman carpetbomb ( a new fish blended explosive drink) and the Veg-O-donut Matic have become the new Ron Popeil Ronco favorites around KISS.

If anyone would like to change their genealogy please speak up. :D
 
Whomp said:
Tubby Rower of North Carolina idiot geekness faction: Resident geek Magna Cum Laude from Climpson. It is rumored his findings were the reason Provolution is missing or exiled. Learned from the grumpy old man and Magnificent 7+1 Dmanakho. His claim to fame is he manages to mine food bonuses in despotism
It's SOUTH CAROLINA. I'm no yankee ;)
 
Post #7 has been edited as per Whomp's suggestions. Any other input is welcome, otherwise, Dag, do your thing!
 
I did one final edit for grammar and a bit of style. Sorry for the unpolished first draft. Use the second if possible.
 
Ooooooh, I'm a goddess??? Wow! I never even got to be a prom queen when I was much younger and better looking. I'm excited and very much honored!!! :p
 
@Kickbooti, Whomp: Excellent stuff, I thouroughly enjoyed that! :thumbsup:
 
:rotfl: I had to go visit the little boys room I was laughing so hard. My daughter thinks I'm nut. Little does she know I'm really an idiot!
 
Extremely funny stuff. I have been traveling and working a lot lately sorry for the lack of posts. I am traveling the next 5 of 6 weeks. Carolina, Virginia, Dallas, Austin, Turkey, Seattle and then probably India. Too much.... ugh.
 
MIA sees an opening.

Provo the spy, slinks thru the lands of the Celts. He notes much amusement and merriment (except for the venerable old friar who seems to be in gastrointestinal abdominal distress.

Admiral Kutzov. "I don't want ANYTHING Greek around me. I've even stopped taking olives in my martinis. I'm willing to pay a price for my convictions."
the hairless one is misquoting me again. what I said is that we need more single malts.

our clan appears to have a problem with the "silly" genome. the only solution, under Igor's microscope (OMG, whomp that's ugly) is to go forth and conquer. BTW, harriet, where are the cookies?
 
Admiral Kutzov said:
BTW, harriet, where are the cookies?
I guess I've been slacking off lately, haven't I? :blush: Will these do?
 
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