Project Nightshade:
The Potato Conspiracy

Day Twelve to Thirteen: A mysterious girl.

From: GamecubeGuru | Posted: 2/4/2003 1:13:21 PM
...I'm really depressed now. People actually had any doubts as to whether or not this was an excellent, FICTIONAL story. :(
From: kurogasa | Posted: 2/4/2003 8:48:31 PM
WE TOAD U KNOT TO TALKWE TOAD U KNOT TO TALK WE TOAD U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Teh...at first this was funny, but after awhile I just felt sorry for the guy...and stopped reading.
From: MicClubDotNet | Posted: 2/5/2003 2:14:31 PM
The potato got gothor. This is his funeral message Gothor was never a boring man. He kept all around him on their toes, especially women. Would anybody like to say a few words?
From: gothor | Posted: 2/5/2003 2:35:20 PM
Gothor here. The shark, or whatever it really was, was coming right at me. Videogame instincts kicked in and I leaped just before it got to my feet. That's when I learned two things: First, I'm no Mario, I barely cleared the ground. Second, when you fall, you tend to freak out and grab whatever's available. Like fins. I held on for dear life as it crashed through the field. Then I got an idea. I pulled my weight to the side and steered it back towards the road. It thrashed about, but there wasn't much it could do. Between us and the road ahead was the body of an agent. The shark pushed itself out of the ground and ate it without slowing. Just a little bit farther... and it smashed into the pavement. I was sent rolling into the road, beaten and bloody. I heard tires screech. Someone nearly avoided hitting me. It could be a concerned cititzen, or maybe more agents. I was too tired to care. "Hello? Anyone alive down there?" A girl's voice, an Irish accent. I opened my eyes an saw an angel looking down at me. Long, wavy red hair. Green eyes. Freckles. "Hello," I said, a goofy smile spreading across my face. "Hey! What are you now, a header? You had me worried. Quit layin' in the middle of the road like some half-brained gobdaw." She grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet before I could say "spinal injury". The blood rushed from my head and I fainted, collasping into hear arms. The next thing I knew, I was laying on a cloud. "Am I dead?" I asked. "Naw," said a voice to my left. "My bed's just really soft." That got my attention. The girl, maybe a year older than me, was standing by the antique four-post bed, looking at me with mild amusement. "Oh, uh, sorry. I'll take the floor." "You'll do no such thing. It looks like somebody put ye through a wood chipper." "Yeah, it feels like that too. So, you'll take the floor?" "What do you take me for?" she said. "I'm a lady. And you sir, are a gentleman." She turned off the light and crawled into bed. "And that's exactly how we'll behave tonight. Right?" "Right," I said. I was glad she turned the lights off. Hopefully, my blush wasn't so red that it glowed in the darkness. She sighed happily. "Didn't think I'd get any trouble out of you with those scrawny arms. I could take ya. Besides, you don't look like a very bold boy." "Hey! These last few days, I've faced things, I've been more brave than ever before!" "Bold, fella. Bold as in naughty." Doh. "So tell me, then about this bravery. You were talkin' something awful in your sleep... What's all this about the taytos?" Double doh. Gothor out. (Good news: She's got a computer! No more net cafes, no more libraries! I can finally do some research online and get caught up with this.)
From: l33t m4st3r | Posted: 2/5/2003 3:11:53 PM
Wow, you rode a shark, and met a hot irish chick. now everythings peachy keen. just one last thing.....WHY WIlL YOU NOT TELL US WHAT WAS IN THE BOX?????
From: geniusmj | Posted: 2/5/2003 4:04:48 PM
I don't mean to put your story down Gothor, but: A. Sharks are water creatures. They survive in lots of water cause they breathe it. B. And you said it was a corn field, so as some of you may know corn doesn't grow so well with its roots submerged underwater. So my question is: How did the shark and corn survive in the same place? And how did you get to share a bed with a hot Irish chick, get away from the agents, and get a computer all in one sweet deal? And ummm BTW before you spill your guts to this chick mayhaps you might want to make sure she isn't an agent herself. Just a word to the wise...
From: TylerDurden2001 | Posted: 2/5/2003 5:00:55 PM
LOL, people are acting like the story is true. But that last part sounded like the perfect setup for some hardcore porn. Which is what I'm hoping for.
From: LinkClone999 | Posted: 2/5/2003 5:47:04 PM
A-TACK OF THE KILLER POTATOES! A-TACK OF THE KILLER POTATOES!
From: Vyyk | Posted: 2/5/2003 5:59:24 PM
I'm pretty sure Gothor was trying to give you guys a hint that this isn't real by the shark story. I mean, come on, EVERYONE knows sharks don't swim in corn fields. It's a joke! This is a story! He's not really being followed by potato aliens!
Note from Thor
I'm pretty sure Vyyk was trying to give you a hint that he wasn't really tired of this silly story when he started posting again. I mean, come on, EVERYONE knows he can't get enough of me.
From: MicClubDotNet | Posted: 2/5/2003 9:40:29 PM
Gothor should change his name to Got Her...in bed.

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