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[ponine24601]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:05pm

can i join in?

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:08pm

Ooooooooh sounds spooky. I think someone needs to hold my hand.

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:11pm

Thanks, I love marshamallows. *scoots closer to Monkey* Are you straight?

Sum, I'm hanging on your every post.

[Delphine]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:12pm

*scoots toward insomiak and Monkey* Go on, sum! Updated On: 8/15/04 at 11:12 PM

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:13pm

*hands Delphie a s'more and continues to stare wide-eyed at sum*

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:14pm

*pops another marshmallow onto her virtual toasting stick*

Can we sing campfire songs?

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:15pm

Yay! Someone start one!! Considering I didn't go to camp this year, I have forgotten all mine.

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:16pm

I don't know many, actually... but don't we all want to hear the broadway.com stories instead of my singing?

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:17pm

Good point...although I'm sure you have a lovely voice, darlin'. Sumofallthings! Where are you? I want a story, or I shall have to whine about candy.

[Sumofallthings]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:18pm

Once upon a time in a board not much unlike our own. There were several posters. FindingNamo, DollyPop, Velma Kelly, SumOfAllThings and various others. They were sarcastic, funny and drama bitches to the end. They lived in relative equality and happiness while taking swipes at fans of Thoroughly Modern Millie.

Unfortunately in the darkness ahead there loomed a face. Not a particularly attractive face. A face that was tiny compared to the overblown egotistical head. A head and a face that belonged to a man. A man who was theatrical evil to the core. A man with an unpronouncable last name. A man named Paul Wontorek.

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:21pm

*shrieks and grabs Monkey's arm*
A scary modmonster! Eeek. So Millie fans were treated like how we treat Wicked nuts?

(And my "singing" breaks windows. Which isn't actually a problem out here in the wilderness of cyberspace, now that I think about it)

[Amneris]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:22pm

i love you SUMOFALLTHINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:23pm

OMG. Honey, the way you are telling this, I am literally getting scared. Go on. *grabs Delphie and insomniak and shakes*

[GovernorSlaton]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:23pm

Sum, why the capitalization change?

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:24pm

It's ok, we're all here.

Have another s'more, it'll help.

[Sumofallthings]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:24pm

Shall I continue?

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:25pm

*hushes everyone so only the crackling of the fire and the odd hooting of an owl can be heard* Don't spoil the moment. Go on, Sum. *accepts s'more from insomniak.*

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:26pm

YES!!

I'm scared, but I can take it. Really.

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:27pm

So then what happened?

[Sumofallthings]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:30pm

Now Paul Wontorek had an evil smile. A silly grin that you would normally see on naughty children. For some reason, God had given this man, this crazed man a special power. A gift if you will. He had the power to vote on the fates of actors. He held the power of a Tony ballot in his sick little hands.

Paul seemed proud of this and declared himself Emperor of Broadway.com. He ruled it with an iron fist. Moderators marched out in droves and fear, extermination and oppression were the tools of Wontorek and his Stage Notes. Posters like Dolly, Namo and Sum were herded like cattle. They were harassed and threatened with expulsion. Pauls propaganda paper known as "Stage Notes" fought the message boards saying things like

"I'm not saying that I don't think it's right to voice your opinion about a show (I've got a big mouth myself). Just do it somewhere else!"

It was a dark time in the theatrical world. When the opinions of good, decent theatrical enthusiasts were shut down. What were we to do? We lived in fear and every day was another day being ticked down.

Shall I continue?

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:31pm

*an owl hoots*
*the campfire crackles and coals snap*
*the bww.commers eagarly await the tale of dark and ancient times* Updated On: 8/15/04 at 11:31 PM

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:32pm

*grabs insomniak and Delphine* YEAH!

[Delphine]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:32pm

*huddles with Monkey and insomiak* Now it's getting good. But I'm scared!

There aren't any axe murderers in this story, are there, Sum? I don't like axe murdreres. Or needles. Are there needles? Updated On: 8/15/04 at 11:32 PM

[insomniak]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:34pm

*Hangs on to the gang.*

[BroadwayMonkey]

Posted: 8/15/04 at 11:35pm

Pass the marshmallows.