Indulge me, if you will.

[MellowMadman11]

like this o_0

 

Lurker-chans come out and play, we need people on irc.

I promise i'am not a crazy, evil dictator

 

Edit: the hard part is that not everyone will be comfortable in our IRC channel.

 

 

If you want to join PM me first and i'll give you the details.

[Darklord Rooke]

Perfect *big thumbs up*

 

Now go ambush them at the door. And when I say door, I really mean the introduce yourself forums

[MellowMadman11]

I have been, but it's time for a stronger approach.

 

The first stone has just been cast.

[Darklord Rooke]

Greetings, anonymous one, I am your Great grandfather.

 

I know why you’ve come. You’ve come looking for answers as the young generally wont to do. Relax youngling, and be seated, for I am here to give you what you seek.

 

I am recording this message from the 21^st century, in the midst of chaos and anarchy. Murder, villainy, and mayhem are the Goddesses of our time and our society are devout followers. And as I sit here, on the beach, in the balmy 30 degree weather (Celsius,) the skies blue, birds singing, enjoying one of the best daiquiri’s you will ever taste, I can’t help but think this must be what hell is like.

 

But how could we save you, our beloved descendants, from such a fate. Well, first we must analyse the cause of the chaos. Boredom. Boredom is the root of all evil and long were we sipping from its succulent nectar. Boredom leads to time wasting, time wasting leads to drink, drink leads to violence and violence, my beloved great grandchildren, is everywhere! Even now, while I’m in the middle of recording my message, I see a woman wanting to give me a ‘rough time.’ Well NO THANK YOU! My innards will stay with me, vicious woman, where they belong!

 

But how does this relate to you? Well, by now the planet you are inhabiting wouldn’t have heard of snow, or even rain. Rivers, lakes and oceans would be things of the past, and the surface of the planet will like a charred, and burnt wasteland. It would rarely get below 60 degrees Celsius, or 140 in the old, Fahrenheit language. The air would be toxic, meaning you would have had to burrow underground like rodents, but you would have to do that anyway, the temperature and lack of an ozone layer would make surviving on the surface impossible.

 

Yes, we made it like that.

 

You see we, your beloved ancestors, thought that the very best thing to keep you, our lovely young descendants, out of mischief is to give you something to do. Keep your hands full. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so we made certain those mischievous hands of yours would be constantly busy.

 

Now I know what you want to say, but honestly there is no need for thanks. You should know that your elders always know best. We like to work in mysterious ways, and we always have your best interests at heart.

 

And now, my youthful friend, I must go. Sand has lodged in places which are proving most uncomfortable and I suddenly find myself in the need of a bath. Count yourselves lucky you’ll never experience that particular misery! And concerning baths, you aren’t missing much. Washing is incredibly overrated, you’d be bored of them in no time. And then, my friend, we’d be back to square one.  

 

Too forced? No good?

[MellowMadman11]

Perfect, I feel like the coming generations are safe in your hands Author-chan.

 

It really was good though, even better than your previous story.

[Darklord Rooke]

Thanks Mellow. I also thought it was better than my previous story, which had a lot of fluff in there.