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

*scoots toward insomiak and Monkey* Go on, sum!

Updated On: 8/15/04 at 11:12 PM

*pops another marshmallow onto her virtual toasting stick*

Can we sing campfire songs?

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

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.

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

Sum, why the capitalization change?

Shall I continue?

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YES!!

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

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?

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*grabs insomniak and Delphine* YEAH!

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*Hangs on to the gang.*