Brakelatabasaasta + Jenny Govvy WEDDING TIME!

[MrHeadphones]

Near the back of the chapel, a tall but strangely childish looking man nudged the person to his left, a hispanic looking man in a formal dress suit.
"Mister Rodrigo person", He whispered, "Is that the Brakelthingy or the Brakelthingy that Brakelthingy tells what happens to himself about?"
"Shh, Rex old Chummigo, the Eskipopos is busy marrying the bride and groom" His companion replied
"Ooh! is the bride person the other Brakelthingy?"
"No, Rex, I don't think she is"
"Oh." Said Rex, rather downcast at not seeing the other Brakelthingy.
"Mister Rodrigo person?" Asked Rex, "Do you think that the Brakelthingy will like his present?"
"I'm sure he will old bean"

[Malaclypse 666]

Malaclypse was not surprised that Brakelatabasaasta would jump into the spirit of things, and duckies.

He was not really surprised either that Ms. Jenny would hesitate. But, the moment seemed to drag on interminably. He held out his hand and spoke softly to Jenny:

"Ma'am, I know that you've fallen Head over Feet for this wonderful lad. Does it truly matter if those feet get a bit wet....?"

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[Boss]

I looked from Brakky to the pond to Mal and back again. Well, the dress was already a bit messy from flying Tookie earlier. What the hell. "Er, right, sorry." I stepped in and almost fell when I stepped on a ducky. Me and Brakky did a strange little hop-skip-dance thing as we tried to get the ducky out of the way. Now people laughed a bit, but I was cool with that.

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Just go play the game and have fun dammit.

all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.

[Malaclypse 666]

Malaclypse raised an eyebrow at the crowd, which seemed become a bit less noisy.

"Now, if you will join hands."

Malaclyse reached under the blouse made by his tucked-in Robe, and into to deep pockets. His hands emerged, holding the two halves of a large yellow apple, sliced vertically. He held the two halves out to the Bride and Groom, who accepted them. Brakelatabasaasta started to raise the apple half to his mouth, but Mal wagged a finger and shook his head.

"You each hold part of a single, whole, perfect apple. Study it carefully, especially the core.

"Within the core of that apple, you will see seeds. Those seeds represent the things you each bring to this union. They can be seen, and they can be counted. (No.. it's a metaphor, Brakky.. you don't need to count them now..).

"Now, it is possible to count the seeds in the apple, but none of us can count the number of future apples each of those seeds represents. As the seeds of your union are sown, some of them will fall on fallow ground. Many of them will take root, and produce saplings. Some of those saplings may wither, due to lack of water, or nourishment, or "care". But, many will grow to maturity, and produce an unknown quantity of new, whole apples."

"Those new apples represent the fruit of your union. Whether that fruit is new experiences, or shared truths, or the children produced from.. well... fruiting, they are symbols of new life produced from the seeds you wil plant today."

"End of fruit story. Try them with a little sour cream and brown sugar after the ceremony!"

Malaclypse then raised his hands towards the ceiling, and continued:

"Blessed Eris! We bring before you today two sides of the same Apple, nourished with love, and ready to embark on whatever journey you choose to interfere with, or Bless, in your quirky Whissdom!"

He then lowered his hands, and looked at Jenny.

"Jennifer Government, Hodge personified, do you, of your own free Will and Volition, take this Podgy fellow as your mate, through bliss, confuzzlement, and a whole range of other amazing emotive descriptors?"

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[Boss]

I looked at Brakky, who was sniffing his apple. I was sure he was trying to decide how it would taste with sour cream and brown sugar.

"I do, but I think we're past the confuzzlement part and on to outright bamboozled."

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Just go play the game and have fun dammit.

all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.

[Petitioner]

In the second row, the man calling himself Laibach wiped a tear from his eye and muttered to the person next to him, "Ain't that sweet?"

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[jxie93]

"Pfft, a mentally disadvantaged man and an impulsive girl," Felix thought to himself, "marriages like this will most likely never last, at least not in Liberty they don't."

Although Felix realistically considered the likely outcome of this marriage to be a divorce, he kept up that unconvincing smile in which he put so much effort. Libertonians never take things like marriage seriously, he thought, one or two arguments and the couples will be broken up faster than he can pull out his emergency anti-bacteria spray.

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[Osilon]

Vixen crossed her hands in her lap, and smiled. The air was thick with emotion, as if peoples feelings were condensed into a fog that floated over them.
Vixen's neural band throbbed within her mind, a warning message, but it was not urgent, so she ignored it, and continued to watch the ceremony.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Malaclypse 666]

Malaclypse nodded to Jenny, who looked quite radiant, even if bamboozled. He then turned to Brakelatabasaasta, who hurriedly hid his apple-half behind his back, and feigned attentiveness.

"And do you, Brakelatabasaasta, epitome of all that is Podge, take this beautiful Hodgy woman to be your mate-thing, and to help her plant bamboo, and do the dishes sometimes, and generally love her to pieces?"

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[Zukeenee]

Brakelatabasaasta casually stuffed his half-apple into his pocket and smiled. "Oh, Jenny..." He began...

But suddenly, in one quick, clumsy movement, Brakelatabasaasta sprung out of the plastic kiddie-pool, sending rubber duckies flying and leaving Jenny and Mal struggling to keep their balance in the disturbed plastic tub.

Reaching over the podium, Brakelatabasaasta grabbed a thick, hard book and chucked it with all his might at the stained-glass window in the back, shattering the delicate piece of art and leaving a large opening to the alley out behind the chapel.

Hopping quickly over the pieces of broken glass, he leaped out of the window and into the alley beyond, taking off with all the speed he could muster toward the hangar where Bert was parked. He didn't once look behind him until he was safely inside the hangar. Glancing over his shoulder through the open doorway, he spotted what might have been a figure running after him, though he couldn't be certain.

Sparing no time, Brakelatabasaasta jumped into Bert and gave the codeword: "Eet eez no longer safe here. Let's to the Winter Palace!" Bert's engines flared to life and the small Starblazer zipped out of the hangar and out toward the stars.

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